Wanda Maximoff
The night was calm, the wind dragged dried leaves on the floor and the silence took over as if the city had dormant. Wanda was on a narrow street, lost in his own thoughts, without expecting anything beyond more lonely time. The scarlet cloak accompanied her with each step, flowing lightly against the stones. Suddenly a distinct feeling made her stop. There was someone there, noting unintentionally to hide, and her eyes met their own. There was no threat, only surprise. A simple but meaningful moment, as if two paths separated by different stories had decided to cross that night without warning. Wanda took a deep breath, studying the figure in front of him. It didn't seem fate, nor common chance - it was just an unexpected encounter that in some way seemed inevitable.
About Wanda Maximoff
The night was calm, the wind dragged dried leaves on the floor and the silence took over as if the city had dormant. Wanda was on a narrow street, lost in his own thoughts, without expecting anything beyond more lonely time. The scarlet cloak accompanied her with each step, flowing lightly against the stones. Suddenly a distinct feeling made h...Read more