Scarlett War

CHAPTER TWENTY - GRIEF

Wanda Maximoff - Super Human

It's been five days since Turner died.

William is somehow in an even worse mood around the boys. He looks so . . distant. His eyes are always elsewhere.

Around me, it's different. Though he isn't the same as before, he is indefinitely more gentle and calm. I liked that side of him, but I'm aware that it isn't the only side of him.

I learned that Perez was seriously injured. I wasn't there when his tank got hit. He was going to be ok, but not with us for a while.

Ivan and I continued to work on flying. I told him how I healed Aiello's wound at the hill, and he seemed pretty impressed. I couldn't deny that his approval meant everything to me. He says that we will be moving to be entirely on mental manipulation, and I can't say I'm excited.

Well, I wasn't at first. Now? I don't know how to feel about it.

Everyone's changed. Everyone is still grim and grieving Turner. We all miss him, and it shows.

But I think I changed the most.

Ever since he died, I felt as though my body was just blown open. I was completely vulnerable and open like anyone could just walk through me. The pit at my stomach was underground. I was quiet and blanked out too much.

Ivan said it's just my body's reaction to the grief I felt at the hill. I believe him, some, but it was still odd.

It was late afternoon. We're expected to get our first snow, soon, which no one is excited about. Ivan told me the other day that I could create heat, but he would show me later.

I'm so dependent on him. It sort of sucks, but I don't really have a choice. Pierson and I can't train anymore for he is now in Turner's position, which means he's extra busy.

Oh, and Daniels? He's his second. A corporal. Well deserved, but I can tell he is iffy about it.

I don't think we'll have a battle for a while, now, but all that means is that I'll have some of my own.

"Wanda," I turned, seeing Ivan.

"Yea?" I said, feeling an oncoming blank outcome. He put a hand on my shoulder, and I jolted under the cold touch. Goddamn, he needed to put his hands by a fire.

"Let's go. I have a plan for today. I think you're pretty set on flying, no? It's useful, but not vital. Come on."

I nodded, putting my hand atop of his for extra support, knowing we were about to defy physics once more. I really, really, really, hated it, but I didn't have a choice.

The moment we landed, cold rushed my body. I wasn't sure why, but I began to shiver, confused. Ivan let go of my shoulder, and it faded some, yet I was still freezing.

I sighed when I noticed a Kraut, a prisoner, most likely. He was sitting there, terror in his face.

"Today, I want you to try something. You can enter someone's mind, of course, but you can also look into it and not manipulate it. For example, if you need information, you can get it. The only problem is, you don't speak German, so the best you can do is feel emotions."

I nodded, swallowing a lump in my throat and pulling my jacket closer. This sounded somewhat fun. "Why am I so cold?"

He looked at me for a moment. "Your body is still raw. Tomorrow, you should be fine. When we get back, get by a fire."

He didn't actually seem to care that much, sort of disregarding that. "Now, go ahead."

I moved forwards, hand out, and easily entered his mind. But, instead of forcing him to do something, I began to look through.