Magyk

xv

monachopsis

the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place

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"Faerie, you'll be with Wanda and Clint. Stick together, help each other out."

She nodded absentmindedly, her mind still lingering on the ring that Wanda had placed on her index finger. She toyed with it, twisting it around her finger slowly, not noticing Clint looking at her strangely.

The man was worried; after Pietro's death, Clint had taken it upon himself to take care of Wanda, look out for her. He became her fatherly figure and mentor, assisting her if she needed his help. Faerie came along and Wanda stopped asking for help as much, but she never told him the reason why she was so calm lately. 

After meeting Faerie, he felt a slight unease. Faerie gave him a strange vibe. It wasn't necessarily bad, it just unnerved him.

Maybe it was the way that she always looked like she wasn't paying attention. Or the way she fidgeted with her hands or Wanda's rings no matter what was happening. He felt threatened around her, her presence was overpowering, like Thor. Only she much more dangerous. Unstable.

"Alright, let's move."

And immediately, the fidgety, nervous version of Faerie was gone. Her face was a mask of charisma and an unfeeling stare, and though it wasn't directed to him, Clint felt chills run down his spine.

She wasn't reliable, he realized.

She was far too unstable. Bipolar, almost. She had too many identities, and he couldn't be sure if they were all hers or not. He couldn't tell if she was acting or if she was being herself. The way her eyes stared emptily at everyone was frightening.

So, as Wanda and Faerie went ahead to their spot, Clint made sure to not let Faerie out of his sight.

They made their way to the parking deck, positioning themselves far behind the copter that Steve was heading towards. They knew that Tony was here, they knew they would have to fight. So why not enter with a bang?

Faerie hadn't paid attention to the comms at all. Her mind had wandered far, far away, not really thinking about anything, just wandering. Sam's voice startled her from her mindless thoughts and she decided it was time to pay attention.

"We found it. Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway."

Clint positioned his bow, arrow pulled back and aim steady. He wasn't afraid. He was concerned, yes, but it wasn't necessarily for this broken family. He was concerned for his wife and kids back at home, wondering where the hell he had gone, and he wondered if he would ever go back.

He didn't have to cut through Steve's restraints. He could've stayed hidden and left Steve with Bucky and Sam. But as he released the arrow through the air, allowing it to cut the web-like substance trapping Steve's wrists together, he knew that he was sure.

He was going to fight.

Tony immediately turned, his mask coming on and the trio stood, running out of the parking deck. They ran for a while, making it out of the parking deck and towards the hangar where the rendezvous point was.