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“So out of everyone in the world you could’ve called to pick your drunken self up from the bar --- you called me?” There was a bit of amusement in her voice as she neared the inebriated woman, only to sit cautiously besides her. Wanda shooed away the bartender who came to take her order “I believe she has had enough or are you an enabler?” Her brows raised in question until the husky older man sauntered away, leaving the two alone. “So exactly why are you this wasted?”

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quick—silver:

“Everyone here is so foolish to be blindly following Shield. Do they really care for any of us? I highly doubt it.”

“...”

     She’s unsure if this is one of the rare moments      where it’s acceptable to attack her brother. So      Wanda just ends up staring for another minute.

“Would you rather be with Magnus or HYDRA then? I do not know about you, but I do N O T like being  abused by either. S.H.I.E.L.D. is the lesser of three evils --- if you think differently you are playing the fool, Pietro.”

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wiccanthekid:

If he couldn’t sense a shift in energy in the air, Billy might not have noticed Wanda’s presence as she passed him. It was like the buildup of lightning before rain in a storm fell. It took him a moment to see her with his eyes instead of his powers, but when he saw a flash of red diverging from the crowd, he pushed himself off the wall he leaned against. 

He sent a quick text to Teddy telling him that he might be late for their lunch date. He wasn’t lying when he said it was a family emergency. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and felt it buzz excitedly as he set off after Wanda. He wove around the crowd that separated her from him, familiar with the bustle of the city. He caught up with her and fell in step with her, hovering close but refraining from touching her, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“If you’re not too careful, you might fall in love with it.”

Mind lost somewhere in the frantic movements of the crowd Wanda was caught off guard when she heard a familiar voice coax her from her thoughts. She blinked several times before looking over to find Billy walking in time with her “---it is different. Beautiful in it’s own way --- you can easily get lost here” Wanda slipped back into the depths of her mind for a moment. Fact and fiction tugging for dominance as she attempted to justify what as real. 

“Is this not your home?” Wanda placed a shaky palm on his shoulder where she released a relieved sigh when he did not disappear from her grasp. “Are you happy to be back?” Her hand slipped back to her side, but not before receiving a small static shock to her fingertips. She drew back almost instantly, releasing a breathy chuckle. Though the smile on her lips faded as she saw a glint of something she seen in the alternate reality she had dreamed up. Something that made her stomach turn as she faced the line of black suits.

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lacyxdavies:

Lacy followed her mum inside, surprised by how despite the familiar setting, she felt as though she’d just entered a stranger’s house. It was still distinctly the same, however. The shoes were still by the door, the same picture frames hung in the hall, even if different pictures now occupied them. None of the ones from her childhood were still there. Gone was the picture of her and James playing, and the one of her with her first gymnastics award. It shouldn’t sting like it did, she thought to herself. She was the one who’d left.

She smiled, asking her mum about the last few years. How was she, Dad, and James? James was at college now, she found out, home for the holidays at the moment. And her father was much the same as he’d been. The two of them were out, though Grace never mentioned where. Lacy wasn’t sure, but she thought she detected a hint of relief that the rest of the family wasn’t home. She ignored it, smiling and nodding.

When the questions inevitably turned to her, she was a little vague. But she told her mother how she now attended a school for kids like her. ( She slipped so easily back into her old ways of not mentioning the word mutant. ) She was working on using her powers for good things, to help people. Her mother changed the subject fast, away from her powers.

Then Wanda spoke.

Lacy flinched slightly, noticing the tension in the air and seeing the familiar look in her mother’s eyes. She’d noticed it, yes, but she hadn’t brought it up for this reason. Little habits that Lacy herself had picked up over the years were echoed in her mum now as she brushed it away. But there was always the tell tale signs of lying, and Grace Davies had never been a good liar to begin with.

“Tea or coffee? I have some biscuits as well, I think. Why don’t you sit down here and I’ll go get them, hmm?”

Grateful for the topic shift, Lacy nodded. She sat down on the couch, perched awkwardly at the edge and as close to the arm as possible. Even before her mum left the room, her eyes were trained to the floor, her posture more slumped than usual; all as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Part of her was beginning to regret this.

“Thank you. For coming,” she said quietly to Wanda. They were alone for a couple minutes before Mrs Davies returned. Mrs Davies was silent for a few moments after she handed out drinks.

“So, Wanda, is it?” she said, the name rolling off her tongue awkwardly. “How exactly do you know Lacy? You, uh…” Grace noticed that the older mutant looked a little old to be attending school with the 17 year old. “Are you a teacher?” she asked. Lacy bit her lip and looked at Wanda.

“Of course---” eyes remained on the shrunken frame of the girl she watched blossom into a confident young woman. To see her in such a state was bewildering to say the least. How a place could drag her back into her old habits so quickly sent an odd sensation to the pit of Wanda’s stomach where she was forced to grip at the stray fabric of the couch. It was the only way to keep herself quiet and tamed. Her tongue darted past her lips as she shifted in the direction of Lacy, keeping her voice low enough for the two to hear. 

                                                                 “Little dove---”

“Do not shrink for these people --- Do not let them force you back into the darkness for their own comfort” her emerald gaze dipped slightly to meet those of Lacy’s that were trained on the wooden floor. “Do not let them change who you are and who you’ve become--- You are Pantomime. Hero. Do not forget that.” Wanda could feel herself growing angry, especially when her words were cut short by the return of the elder woman and her questions. 

“Yes --- Wanda ---  better known as the Scarlet Witch --- you may have seen me alongside the Bro---” her words cut off as she bit back her sarcastic and rather rude remark when she caught the gaze of Lacy in her peripheral vision. “---Avengers. I joined their team recently and took on the position of mentor. You should be very proud of your daughter. She has shown a lot of promise and is one of the most impressive young mutants I’ve worked with.” Wanda spoke openly and honestly --- her grip tightening against the curve of the scolding hot cup. 

                                         “You should be proud of the hero she is.”

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lacyxdavies:

In her distraction, Lacy had forgotten to pay the driver. Thank god for Wanda, who still had her  head on her shoulders. Lacy’s mind was already focused on the house in front of her.

When the door opened, Lacy felt twelve years old again. Every memory came rushing back, and it was like she was making the decision to run all over again.

“Mum?”

Recognition dawned on the woman’s face, followed quickly by confusion and horror. Lacy didn’t miss either emotion; they felt like she was being punched in the stomach. But then her mum pulled her into a hug. Lacy returned it tightly, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” 

Her mum’s question didn’t come as a surprise, not really. Lacy swallowed back the tears and smiled.

“I wanted to see you.”

She turned to the older mutant behind her and gestured her forward. 

“Mum, this is Wanda. She’s… my friend.”

She remained a few feet behind arms folded uncomfortably over her chest as the woman appeared in the doorway. To think that this was the mother she heard about was a little unnerving. There was a moment of awkward silence as she kept staring idly at the two --- wanting to say something that would fill the void. Although they embraced and Wanda was allowed to release the shallow breath she’d been holding in. The witch had to turn away for a moment; something about it made her stomach turn. 

At the mention of her name her raven locks flitted over her shoulder as she made eye contact with the older woman. Still feeling as if she should give them some time to talk or space to air out their business --- her lips pushed up in a forced grin and her fingers flourished in greeting. Wanda could see the way Lacy’s eyes glossed over and she wanted to ask if she was alright, but they were already being gestured in with a quick flick of the woman’s wrist. 

Nimble fingers worked carefully over the smoothness of her crimson shawl --- flicking away the bit of dust that settled in the fine stitches. The two were talking, catching up and sorts while Wanda remained a step behind picking apart the pictures plastered on the walls --- only happening upon strangers lost in their unflattering positions and feigned smiles. Where was Lacy in all this forgery? An emerald gaze remained fixated on the walls as they headed towards the living room --- though her words unlike the skeptical look on her face, were light as she spoke.

“You have a really nice home--- Where’s Lacy?”

That’s when the familiar stare she’s seen in Lacy’s eyes found themselves in the older woman’s. She could feel the tension build in the room --- see the way she cracked her knuckles at the question --- and how her hands pushed through a loosened strand in one well thought out and meticulous manner, like she had to answer that question more than a hundred times before. The only difference was the topic stood there besides her. The woman cleared her throat and her lips turned up in the same forced grin Wanda found herself making less than a minute ago as she answered.

“Oh they’re around here --- we have many pictures of the family together.”

( Lies ) Wanda’s eyes narrowed. Lacy’s father forced her to put them away. He didn’t want to be associated with a mutant. Her grip tightened in the next moment as the subject was quickly changed and they were gestured to take a seat while she went to get them some refreshments.

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lacyxdavies:

The wonder was pleasant to see. Though, she did notice the uncomfortable way Wanda shifted when the horns blared. “It’s normal,” she assured her. 

Lacy hesitated before nodding. Perhaps she should’ve called, but what if they’d said no. No, they didn’t want  to see her. It was easier to reject someone over the  phone. If they saw her face… maybe they’d remember their daughter.

“A little,” she admitted.

It didn’t take long for them to be pulling up outside a house. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Neat lawn, picket fence, quiet street. It had barely changed. Even the number on the door was the same. She took a deep  breath and opened the door. Each step towards the door felt like a mile, but she made it. Before she could change her mind, she rang the bell.

“I know, but I do not like them---” She turns her stare to the much older gentlemen driving the taxi. She notices the way he quietly hums along with the radio, makes a note of the way his eyes shift to the mirror every so often to meet her wandering gaze. She wondered if there were many people like this in New York. 

When they arrived she was met with fairly quaint and quiet surroundings. It was unfamiliar. The only time she has seen such a place, were in the pages of newspapers. “Here--- I was told to give this to anyone who requires payment?” Her voice lifted in question as she handed over a card to the elder. He took it graciously before jotting down the number and handing it back to her. 

Wanda shifted quickly when she heard a muffled type of ringing --- only to find Lacy already at the door and waiting. The Sokovian smiled solemnly before racing off towards the other. She made it just in time as a woman opened the door.

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lacyxdavies:

“Thanks, Wanda.”

The smell made her nose turn up a little, but it brought back memories. Long ago memories of the occasional taxi ride with her parents after late family nights in the city. At first, she watched Wanda. It was nice to see the way she stared at everything. She looked at everything with new eyes. It was a  way Lacy couldn’t look at her home country. The change of subject had her drop her gaze momentarily. 

“No.”

Looking back up, she glanced out the window before looking back at Wanda.

“I haven’t spoken to them in six years.”

It was hard to tell --- if this was still just a figment of her imagination. ( But everything felt real ) She remained set on the view, partially out of confusion --- mostly due to wonder. Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her seat as two drivers besides them began blaring their horns.  Causing her to make out Lacy’s words with the slight narrowing of her eyes.

“Six years---”

This bit of information shouldn’t have surprised her, but she still expected Lacy to make some sort of call --- The thought fumbled in her mind for a moment. Wanda peered over at Lacy taking note of her body language.

“Are you scared about it?”

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lacyxdavies:

“Yes, please.”

She sees Wanda’s look to the streets. Maybe Wanda would be a natural, but Lacy was a New York native. She stepped out, flinging her arm up at the next passing taxi. As the gentle brush on her arm, she looked down and smiled.

“Really. There’s no one else I could ask…”

The taxi pulled up and she opened the door, gesturing to Wanda to get in first. When the driver asked where to, she rattled off the address, surrounding landmarks and all. It came naturally, ingrained in her by years of habit.

“I will be here if you ever need me”

It takes a minute for Wanda to scoot into the heated cab. Her nose crinkles as it smells of cigarettes and deli meat. She planned on walking from now on. It seemed a lot more practical, but it was all a simple experience. This was America after all. Once they started moving her gaze was enraptured by signs and blinking billboards. The groups of static gray that took her back to her --- the thought instantly leaves her when a nagging feeling tugs at her core. Wanda decides to change the subject so she turns towards Lacy, her curious nature peering thought.

“Do they know you are coming? Your family?”

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lacyxdavies:

Lacy nodded. She didn’t quite understand the appeal herself either. Maybe it was just that it was the closest she’d been in years. Maybe she wanted to believe in them— believe they could change for the better. But she wanted to do it.

“As soon as possible.”

Before she could psyche herself out.

    Before Paige found out and convinced her not to.

       Before she could think it through.

“Thank you.”

“We can go now if you would like---”

Even though Wanda is against the idea she pulls her shawl tighter around her and looks towards the  streets. She’d been watching people hail taxi’s for  hours. Somewhere inside her she thinks she could be a natural. But she smiles at the gesture of gratitude instead, reaching out to gently brush the others arm. 

“You’re welcome.”

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lacyxdavies:

Lacy doesn’t miss the flinch when she speaks. It hurts, maybe more than it should. But she doesn’t comment on it, just shrugs in answer to the question.

“Can I ask a favour?

                                  Please?

                                                   There’s no oneelse I can ask.”

It feels like she’s making herself vulnerable to attack by merely asking that. Like she removed some piece of armour she didn’t normally take off.

“It’s my family,” she explained. “They live in a nearby country.”

“You want to visit them?”

She doesn’t see the appeal --- doesn’t understand the notion behind the act, but she has no choice but to accept. Wanda offers a quick nod. ( There has to be a reason she wants to see them ) Though the woman decides against pushing the other further. She just wants to be as supportive as possible.

“When---”

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lacyxdavies:

Lacy still wasn’t sure where she stood with Wanda. She hoped the older mutant didn’t hate her… ( she wasn’t sure she could deal with that )

But she needed Wanda’s help. It had to be her. She couldn’t ask Paige. It wasn’t that Lacy didn’t trust Paige (she’d trust Paige until the end of time) but she was afraid. Afraid Paige would talk her out of it. But it had to be someone she could trust. Preferably, someone she could trust not to tell everyone after too.

“Wanda?”

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There was no difference --- her eyes shifted in every direction, but there was no familiarity in sight. Nothing that made her think of home --- nothing that gave her peace of mind. Everything just screamed  UNKNOWN. That was until a lighter voice made itself known behind her. One she hasn’t heard in a while. It makes her flinch, but she turns just as she normally would. 

“Is everything okay?”

Brows flick up in concern as she cautiously nears the other --- arms folded comfortably over her chest. She didn’t need to ask and she certainly didn’t need to read her mind. It was written all over the younger woman’s face. So she stood there silently waiting for an explanation.

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An uneasy gaze lied on the fading sheen of the doors in front of her --- watching as people exited by groups and pairs. She didn’t have much or anything for that matter as she took a step towards the exit and into the thickened New York air. It took her a while to adjust to the concrete jungle, but it only left her feeling lightheaded... ( She’d get used to it ) 

She fixated the crimson shawl back over her shoulders trying to figure out where she was supposed to go. ( As if the hoard of people heading towards the massive building to the right wasn’t enough ) The witch found  herself being coaxed towards the left, which led to the winding and busy streets of the city.

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bishopbxtch:

Kate glared at the woman. “My team is back there, and I should - no, I need to be there with them.” She said desperately, wishing she knew of a way to make Wanda give up on this, to make the woman take them back. She was sure that their absence would cause more death and destruction for the people they cared about - the real ones, not these figments - than it would save for them. “This is your imagination Wanda. Your magic. This is not real.” She said, her words coming out as more of a growl than actual speech. Her eyes drifted across the smiling, too-happy faces of Wanda’s family. The grins that revealed their teeth made Kate feel ill. “How can you ignore what we left for this - this act? You know the death we left behind us, the pain of everyone. Is your delusion of happiness worth more than what we were fighting for? Is this worth more than saving the world?” She yelled, scowling as the woman left, hurrying down the street.

Kate, unable to escape the fact that the witch was still her only tether to what really mattered, stomped after her, navigating the streets she knew well with ease. It was this ease that stopped her from realising what Wanda was doing until she spoke again. Kate’s eyes lifted, and the street seemed to flicker before her eyes - sometimes her own familiar perceptions, sometimes, what she assumed were Wanda’s. “Get out of my head.” She spat, horror filling her at how much she wanted this world to be real. She stopped moving but continued to glower at the woman, filled with rage. “I cannot believe Lacy ever put so much faith in you - all you are is a fraud, a coward.” She spat, stepping into Wanda’s space as she faced her. She forced down the voice in her mind telling her to stay here, where it was safe and warm and happy, where she might find her team and go back to fighting minor villains, stopping petty criminals by day. Move back in with Clint and Lucky, drink decent coffee every morning. Have a life aside from training and missions and more training, day after day. With a snarl, she grabbed Wanda, shoving her backwards, towards the buildings. “It doesn’t matter what I want, Wanda! I don’t matter. It’s not about me, and it’s not about you. It’s about the greater good of the world, not us playing at happy families! Happiness is not our priority. It is not our right. Our duty is to fight - to make sure that everyone else, everyone who doesn’t have the ability to just flit off into happy land when everything is falling to shit - it’s our duty to keep them safe!”

The sheer force of Kate’s shove landed her against the brick wall with a hallow thud. “I can make it so all the death and pain never happened” Wanda just stared as the hostility grew and the younger of the two became heated. Kate’s words said one thing but her mind screamed another. She didn’t know which to listen to. “This is the greater good --- our greater good --- why should we suffer when everyone we love can be happy --- doesn’t that matter? Isn’t that how we keep them safe?” The witch retorted pushing the other woman back. “Look around you. Why is this life so bad?” She pushed her again “why do you want to leave so badly? Do you not wish to see your family even if it was for a moment?” Somewhere deep inside she knew the truth --- that this wasn’t real and they’d have to go back --- but her mind wanted so badly to believe the ploy. So she did. “Do you not miss them? Do you not remember a time before the Iliad?” Her voice echoed a little louder as she tore away from the archer.

There was little sense in this makeshift world, but it wasn’t entirely fake. No matter what Kate said earlier. There were aspects too real to be just a faded memory or a glimpse of the future or fragments of her imagination. This was a possibility. Wanda glanced at the crowded streets, watching pedestrians group together like one giant unit. That’s when an unfamiliar voice emerged from that pack of suits and briefcases. A woman. Wanda’s brows furrowed as she took a step back. She wondered why she stood there --- why she was watching the two curiously --- why her gaze seemed to shift to Kate as she straightened her ensemble. “Kate you’re late --- come along” that’s when Wanda turned to the other “you know her?” She questioned before her emerald gaze returned to the woman in front of them.

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bishopbxtch:

Kate felt hollow as the shaking around her stopped, a semblance of normality settling over the pair. She continued to stare at the woman, her mind numb, thoughts moving like treacle. Her brain ached with all it was working to process, but her gut remained knotted. There was something not right about this. This was not real, Kate knew, this could not be the truth. She felt as though the world were moving around her in slow motion. Everything was off balance and blurring, but not because of the alcohol. She blinked, feeling a dampness against her cheek. Oh, she thought, realising she was crying. The sound of Wanda’s voice brought her back from her reeling thoughts, but what she was saying didn’t seem to make sense. “No.” She said, shaking her head. No, this was not better again. This was alien. This was not where they were supposed to be. Her stomach churned and twisted as she looked on in horror, spinning in a circle as she took in their surroundings.

Wanda’s words only served to make her feel ever more sick, the unnatural world around them nothing short of terrifying to the girl. One glance told her that that was not Pietro, this was not real. She opened her mouth to say something, to warn Wanda, but then there were kids and they were hugging and those aren’t Billy and Teddy what is going on and where is the helicarrier and - shit. Kate’s breath came short and ragged as she realised that there was no way that Wanda would be taking her home any time soon. This was her delusion. This was Wanda’s dream world. 

This was Kate’s worst nightmare.

Wanda was walking back to her as Kate was still too shellshocked to say anything intelligible. So instead, she just shook her head again. “This isn’t real. This is - I need to go back. They - they need us. This can’t -” Her breath caught in her throat as she stared out at her city, unscathed and sunny, as perfect as the day she had left it. Her heart nearly stopped, and she longed to believe it, longed to melt into this world of lies and perfection. She very nearly broke. A deep breath, a small cough, biting on her own cheek, the taste of blood. She turned back to Wanda. “That is not your family. Those are not your children. Tommy and Billy, they’re-” She caught herself, throat clogging with emotion. “I need you to take me back, Wanda.”

“Tommy and Billy are happy with their families --- and so is the rest of your team” Wanda stared at her pointedly slowly shaking her head. Why would she want to go back when she didn’t even know where they’ve gone “I can’t--- Not until you see --- this is reality” lifting her chin slightly Wanda looked back at her family who nestled around the living room. A small smile formed on her lips and for the first time in a long time she felt peace. “Look at them they are real. They are flesh and blood and heartbeats. This is real” just by looking at Kate she could tell that there was a possibility where they could stay and experience things. Then there was another part that seemed too frightened to relive it. Wanda decided just then that she would not give the other a choice. The witch walked from the house and into the bustling city.

Wanda slipped into Kate’s mind --- pulling various bits of information about her past. Nothing too personal, but things that would deem useful. Familiar landmarks --- addresses --- faces of interest. She weaved through the crowded streets as she balanced her shawl in place as she always did --- combat boots thudding against the hot concrete. “Tell me this isn’t real, Kate” Wanda called back as she brushed her fingers along the side of the building. “Tell me how all of this can be false” another rhetorical question. The sun warmed her cheeks and gave life back into her features. The exhaustion she felt seemingly slipped away. Stopping in her path Wanda turned to face the younger girl with a curious raise of her brow “are you afraid of not seeing what you’ve always dreamed of or are you afraid that this is exactly what you’ve always wanted?”

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bishopbxtch:

“Wanda?” Kate frowned, leaning forward, towards the woman in the silence, a pang of guilt resounding and knotting in her stomach as she realised the extent to which the woman was being consumed by her distress. “Wanda, calm down.” She said, willing her words to soothe the witch. In her head, Kate knew it was hopeless - there was nothing that could cool such an inferno of angst and rage, nothing that Kate could do but weather the storm. She swallowed, hard, a lump forming in her throat. Thank God she had the whiskey. She would need a drink after this. And then came the scream, the one that felt as though her ears were on fire, ripped open. Kate stared in awe as everything around her cracked open, any effects she had felt from the alcohol draining away, replaced with dread. “What are you doing?” She asked, her voice no louder than a whisper. He head snapped towards Wanda as the older woman spoke, her fear growing. “No - stop, Wanda, that’s not - that’s not the solution!” She begged, moving as close to the Scarlet Witch as she dared. “What are you - no!” She yelled, her voice lost into a whirlpool as everything tilted, her stomach twisting one final time, tears threatening to burst from her eyes, a scream building in her throat, and - then it was over.

The wall of sound refused to rip forth from her throat, and she stumbled back, staring at Wanda in hatred. “What have you done?” She asked, her voice as numb, as dead as she then felt. “Wanda!” She yelled, still clutching to the bottle of alcohol as though her life depended on it. “Change it back - fix it! Now!” The words tore from her throat, stinging as they escaped - as though admitting the witch had done something was what made it real. And then came the tears, flowing freely. “What have you done?” She asked again, her voice weak, her body curling in on itself. “What happened to them?”

Wanda sat there shaking. Her arms wrapped around her self as she slowly rocked in place. What did she do? Everything felt different. Everything felt at ease. There were no more voices. No more spirits beckoning her to join their wrathful cause. The witch blinked several times before she realized the quivering voice of the girl besides her. “I think I made it better again---” Wanda’s head flicked to the side --- eyes scanning their surroundings. “I made everyone happy again---” They were in an apartment far from the grey solemn walls of the carrier. A soft static hum carried it’s way through the stillness --- obtaining Wanda’s attention. “Do not cry Kate --- there is no sadness here --- I know this is true. Just wait and see ---”

Wanda slowly pushed herself up from the ground. The feeling of home cradled her as her fingers brushed along an all too familiar red shawl that hung perfectly against the chair. “Do not worry Kate --- this is a good thing” Wanda was met by two young boys who clung to her legs tightly. Her brows furrowed slightly and she stared back at the girl who made this journey with her. “Mama! Mama! Mama!” The young boys yelled racing around her and tugging at the hem of her dress. “We missed you why were you gone so long?” Wanda’s jaw fell slack --- as she fell to her knees embracing her sons. The family she always wanted --- the family she wished she had. Then they were greeted by Pietro who wore a smile on his face and --- her parents. 

There was a moment where everything fell silent and Wanda couldn’t tell the difference between what was reality and a figment of her imagination. But the boys in her arms felt warm, they hugged her just as tightly, her bother no longer looked of sadness and guilt, and her parents they were alive. Wanda ran to them kissing their cheeks and sobbing into their shoulders, but only for a minute. She would come back. This would not be the end. The witch had found her happiness and now it was Kate’s turn. Wanda turned back towards Kate and trudged over to her. “Do you not see --- this is the life we always wished we had. This is the life we deserve. Come it is your turn” Wanda hummed as she opened the front door and they were standing in the midst of New York.

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lacyxdavies:

Lacy was relieved when Wanda agreed to rest for the day. But she was worries about what was going on inside her head. For a moment, she longed for the Professor’s powers, though she knew he’d chide her for breaching Wanda’s privacy. “Are you okay?” she asked softly instead. She wished Wanda would trust her, but she could understand if she didn’t. 

She noticed the blood on Wanda’s shirt and looked at her in concern. “You’ll get that checked out, yeah? Go to Billy, he can heal you.” She smiled in return, though it had a hint of sadness as she saw the force it took to get a smile on Wanda’s face. “You’re welcome. Okay. See you.”

“Will you stop --- I’m fine” she said in reassurance as she continued to pack up her things “and if you take Xavier’s powers and use them on me --- I would be rather upset” Wanda said it jokingly, but there was some seriousness there. As she headed towards the exit Wanda quickly turned towards the shattered mirrors and set them back into place. If only fixing things were that easy. “I’ll see you around, Lacy” she called back before exiting the training room.