Title: Days of Awe
Characters/Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, gen
Word Count: 1,832
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Wanda's makeshift yahrzeit candle. Also, I am Jewish myself.
Warnings: Mentions of canonical violence, abuse, and death; nothing detailed or graphic
Summary: On the holiest day of the Jewish year, Wanda contemplates her past, present, and the long winding road toward repairing a broken world.
The Maximoff family had never been particularly religious. The Russians, the Germans, the Communists—no one ruling or attempting to rule Sokovia in the last century ever had a kind thought to spare for its Jews, and so most of the community and its traditions have long since died out or migrated. The current government at least turned a blind eye in the face of more pressing matters and left the Novi Grad synagogue well enough alone, but it wasn’t as if kosher food or ordained rabbis were plentiful anywhere in Eastern Europe to begin with.
They’d had a decent number of prayer books to go around, though, enough that she and Pietro had only had to share with each other most years. Though they rarely lit Sabbath candles on Friday nights or carried out any other day-to-day observances, their parents had always insisted on attending holiday services.
“The Russians, the Germans, the Communists—they all tried to get rid of us,” Marya would remind them every year. “We go to show we’re still here and we’re not going anywhere.”
Wanda hadn’t thought twice about leaving her hometown after burying her brother next to their parents, and here she is forgetting the holiest day of the year entirely.
“I am still me,” she whispers to herself, but, even with no one else around, she can’t hide the quaver in her voice.
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