Wanda just blinks at him, like it hadn't even occurred to her to cast a protection spell on herself. "I...you were..." She goes pale and squeezes his hand. "The thing I felt was cold and dark...hungry. In the dream, it came for you. For your magic." And the sight of her beloved Vision, drained of color, only the barest flicker of life in his white eyes, is going to haunt Wanda for a long time. "I don't know if it was a warning or just a nightmare, but I can't take that chance. It could hurt me, if it attached to me for long enough. But I don't know what it could do to you."
And if Wanda gets her way, they'll never find out. He is the light of her life, her unexpected soulmate. She will not lose him the way she'd lost Pietro. Maybe the protection charm is overkill, especially when her wards haven't been disturbed, but it's better to take precautions than to be sorry later. She's never dealt with anything quite like this before, and she's never felt anyone or anything that cold and dark. It had more in common with some kind of void than even Loki's wintry aura. Something must have gone horribly wrong, but what?
She'll need to investigate further, and since she probably won't be able to sleep again without magical help, she might as well get started. But first, tea. Wanda moves to stand too. "I know that you can get tea by yourself, but I don't want to be alone right now."
He helps her stand up and embraces her for a long moment before moving, showing her with his warmth that he's right here and not doing whatever her nightmare had shown her. "Of course. Let's go to the kitchen together."
Once they've made their way through the halls and to the kitchen, taking only a moment to bring up the warm candlelight and hearth fire, he puts on the kettle and selects the tea blend he'd been thinking of. No need to conjure what they already have.
"Hungry for magic," he muses. All right, he can see why that might be a concern to someone like him, who's made entirely of the stuff. "That certainly sounds like nothing native to the woods, not that I know of. Is it an interloper, do you think? Something brought by the storm? Or does it bring the storm?"
Slowly Wanda relaxes. He's here and himself, not some golemic shell. She hasn't failed him and she won't. Still, it helps to keep a hand on him at least, and when she does finally have to release him so he can make their tea, at least she can sit close to the hearth. It's hard to be worried about some unknown dark force in the mundane surroundings of her kitchen.
"I don't know. There are creatures in the fae realm like this but it felt...different. It isn't a creature of Winter. It was...wrong." She shivers at the memory despite the warmth of the hearth. "I don't think it wants power. It didn't attack me, but it felt like it was drawn to my life and my power. Like if it couldn't have either, my fear was enough." Which would also explain the nightmares. "Maybe it is still attached to me in some way and I didn't notice, but I felt so much better once I got home."
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And if Wanda gets her way, they'll never find out. He is the light of her life, her unexpected soulmate. She will not lose him the way she'd lost Pietro. Maybe the protection charm is overkill, especially when her wards haven't been disturbed, but it's better to take precautions than to be sorry later. She's never dealt with anything quite like this before, and she's never felt anyone or anything that cold and dark. It had more in common with some kind of void than even Loki's wintry aura. Something must have gone horribly wrong, but what?
She'll need to investigate further, and since she probably won't be able to sleep again without magical help, she might as well get started. But first, tea. Wanda moves to stand too. "I know that you can get tea by yourself, but I don't want to be alone right now."
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Once they've made their way through the halls and to the kitchen, taking only a moment to bring up the warm candlelight and hearth fire, he puts on the kettle and selects the tea blend he'd been thinking of. No need to conjure what they already have.
"Hungry for magic," he muses. All right, he can see why that might be a concern to someone like him, who's made entirely of the stuff. "That certainly sounds like nothing native to the woods, not that I know of. Is it an interloper, do you think? Something brought by the storm? Or does it bring the storm?"
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"I don't know. There are creatures in the fae realm like this but it felt...different. It isn't a creature of Winter. It was...wrong." She shivers at the memory despite the warmth of the hearth. "I don't think it wants power. It didn't attack me, but it felt like it was drawn to my life and my power. Like if it couldn't have either, my fear was enough." Which would also explain the nightmares. "Maybe it is still attached to me in some way and I didn't notice, but I felt so much better once I got home."