♡ took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole. you held tight to me 'cause nothing's as it seems and spinning out of control ♡
signy odindotter:
♥ still confident, short-tempered, stubborn, rebellious
♥ still more like her adoptive brother tha...
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Steve left soon after with a text and the rest of the group subsequently dissolved. There would be no shifting of opinions through drawn out arguments over the divisive Sokovia Accords. Signy returned to her room, drawing her friends along with her. Though Vision was asked away by Tony, the twins tentatively followed her back to her bedroom. "You were quiet, Wanda," Signy said as they all settled. She took a seat at her desk, rooting through her drawers looking for something while the Maximoffs took up residence on her bed.
Wanda nodded quietly and leaned up against Signy's headboard. "I don't know what to think. And I still feel like... this is all my fault."
"As if. If Ross' little villain monologue wasn't clear, this has been brewing since my brothers and I first came to earth four years ago," Signy said, still searching her drawers. She moved over to her closet when she couldn't find it.
"But I was the catalyst. The final straw," Wanda said.
Signy paused as she found what she was looking for. She smiled at the garment and unfolded it in front of herself. Her mother always was taller than her, but it seemed like Signy could nearly fit into the dress she'd taken with her from Asgard. She pressed her nose to the fabric and she could still catch a hint of her mother's perfume.
She sighed and hugged the fabric to her chest as she said, "You weren't the catalyst, Wanda. My family has always been at the root of this problem. We are aliens. Loki brought the attack on New York. Thor and I befriended the newly-formed Avengers. So we kept coming back. But we were always the invaders." Signy finally turned back to her friends and came to sit beside them on her bed with a smile. "This is the last bit of my mother that I brought with me to earth."
"May I?" Pietro asked softly, holding his hands out towards the fabric.
Signy unfurled it across the comforter and Pietro brushed his fingers across the soft fabric. "It's beautiful. Did you all wear dresses like this?" Wanda questioned.
Signy nodded. "I hated them. They were tight and uncomfortable. Our hair, too. Always up in the most intricate braids. But my mother... not only did she make them look ten times better than they ever did on me, but she held her head high. She wasn't even fazed."
Pietro looked up at her as if the sun and the moon and the stars revolved around her. "What has you thinking about her today?"
Signy half-smiled. "Nothing... Just thinking about her."
Wanda bit her lip as she looked between Signy and her lovesick brother. "It's been a long day. I think I'll go lay down for a while."
"Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm god, Sig. I hope you're good, too." Signy pondered what her friend meant, but assumed it had something to do with her random need to show her friends a dress belonging to her dead mother. She stood to go put the dress back in her closet.
