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Years had gone by since she last stepped foot on this campus. A wave of relief washed over her once she finally reached the steps and she smiled for the first time in a long time. Not to say that she didn’t smile with Agatha, it just wasn’t the same as seeing this place again. Wanda, despite only being here a short time before she left, felt like she could actually call this place home. Though if she were being honest with herself, her home was where Pietro was. She had been sending him letters before, but a lot had happened and her letters stopped. In her heart, she knew her brother was fine because she could feel it.
“Hello again,” she whispered herself, “I missed this place.” Wanda used her powers to open the doors and walked in.
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The only reason Pietro had come to this place was because Wanda had suggested it, she had told him it was the safest place in the world for people like them. That’s why he brought Klara here years ago. But if it was the safest place, then why had she left? He had feared, for years, that once she told him of it, she’d decided that she didn’t want to be there. She was always running, but it was still relatively new that she was running from him. He’d given up hope she’d ever come back, so when he heard that perfect, beautiful voice, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Setting down the cup of coffee he’d just fixed himself, he walks out into the foyer and it seems like he might not stop walking until she was in his arms but he stops short. And stares. She was as beautiful as always, talking to Hank who had come to greet her and her laughter was like a bubbling stream they’d laid by together. He feels jealousy rush all over him, seeing her laugh with that big bumbling idiot the way she is, and that motivates him to keep going. “Why are you here? Where have you been?” he asks harshly, ignoring the way Hank peers at him with concern. “You can leave,” he says without looking at the other man then grabs Wanda’s elbow to bring her to the corner of the foyer. His voice drops and he whispers to her in their shared language, “No letters? You don’t own a phone?”










