Magyk

xiv

atelophobia

the fear of imperfection. the fear of never being good enough

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"This isn't going to change what happened."

"I don't care. He killed my mom."

Faerie's eyes shot open as a gasp tore from her lips. She sat up quickly, her eyes scanning her surroundings quickly before a calming presence soothed her. Wanda. Her mind stopped swirling and her heart's pounding receded as she slowly regained her breath.

"Are you alright?" Wanda's low voice rang through the car as Clint watched from outside. When did he go outside? They were stopped outside of an apartment, whose, Faerie wasn't sure. Clint's eyes were narrowed, watching Faerie with caution, and it was clear that he didn't quite trust her, which she understood whole-heartedly.

She doesn't really trust herself either.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

Wanda didn't look convinced, but she nodded anyway. Faerie coughed slightly and uncapped that water that sat at her side, placing it to her lips and taking a few gulps from the bottle. When she was content, a sigh of relief left her lips before she placed it back down.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, looking up at Wanda again.

"Sam asked us to pick him up. His name is Scott Lang, also known as Ant-Man," Wanda informed her, turning to Clint and cocking her head to the side. Faerie didn't need to look to see the silent conversation that occurred.

"Hm."

Clint, seemingly content with whatever Wanda said, headed over to the apartment, and Faerie sat against the door, leaning her head back and closing her eyes again.

Sleep came much easier than expected, but nightmares, of course, are necessary.

"You know where they are."

"I know a few people who do."

~~~

"I'd file a motion to have you, Faerie and Wanda reinstated-"

"Faerie and Wanda? What about them?"

"They're fine. They're confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping them company."

"Oh, God. Tony, every time I think you see things the right way-"

~~~

"He asked me again if you were going to be there. I said I wasn't sure. You should have seen his little face. Just try, okay? I'm going to bed. I love you."

~~~

"If we call Tony-"

"No, he won't believe us."

"Even if he did-"

"Who knows if the Accords would let him help."