CHAT TOWER [AVENGERS]

the girl who sets things on fire, and the girl that doesn't

[WANDA // And yet another story with two weird highschool kids with a secret - ]

♪you're listening to PLEASER - Wallows♪

Ray is staring at the ceiling. She's covering the window in frost - until it obstructs the vibrant green trees in sight.

She rolls around in the puffed up duvets when her phone makes a specific ding assigned to her project partner. She fumbles for her phone - her face lights up with the notification:

Wanda:
The project is complete. I added 10 to what you gave me, 21 slides in total.

You:
Yo

You:
sorry no one says that

...

You:
So project stuff aside,

I hear you can blow stuff up?

Wanda:
What

You:
You blow stuff up with your hands and stuff

Wanda:
Uh

Wanda:
no...

You:
it was a statement

Wanda:
Um

You:
What I meant to say was

You:
I can do stuff with my hands too

Wanda:
Uh...

You:
Okay not like that

You:
I mean, I can do this whish whoosh smash stuff with my hands too

You:
But it's not exactly what you think

Wanda:
...

You:
I don't know if you believe me

You:
But if it's any reassurance..

You:
I swear?

...

Wanda:
Is this a joke?

You:
No.

Wanda:
But why would you tell me?

You:
I dunno

Wanda:
Do you want to be stared at like you're going to blow up people?

Wanda:
Or constantly get detention because random assholes think it's funny to set things on fire and then say it was you

You:
Woah woah woah

You:
Slow down, Barry Allen

Wanda:
I was just wondering if you want to be hated forever! :)

You:
Well, not just yet ;)

You:
Because I haven't really told anyone else you see

Wanda:
...

Wanda:
What do you want?

You:
I have a proposition

Wanda:
And what on earth would that be?

You:
Why don't you sit with me at lunch

Wanda:
And...?

You:
That's it

...

You:
This is kinda weird, I get it.

You:
But you can't sit alone forever with a leech like me around

Wanda is typing...

You:
Pietro doesn't count, Miss

You:
Look. I like you, Wanda, you're cool.

Wanda:
...

Wanda:
Fine.

You:
...

You:
Oh. Great! So tomorrow, you, me, the other Peter

You:
Oh and Pietro of course

You:
If we're too obnoxious, don't feel too bad to remind us

You:
Because you're going to have to do that often

You:
Am I triple texting?! Sorry. Jeez.

Wanda Maximoff scrolls through the last texts. Her lip curls up slightly and it accompanies a slight laugh.

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