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wiccanwy:
this is going to be a stupid question, and he’s going to get a ‘no’, probably. but if there’s anyone else in this lifetime, that could even figure out what he’s feeling, despite there being a thousand other people who could build up a destructive cosmos, it would be her.
he gives her another short lived look. it’s a little tired.
it’s….it’s a bad day. it has been, and no one has to be arguing against him, or throwing the city into ruin for it to be a bad day. it just is. and he’s taking it as it comes. wanda’s soft approach is appreciated for it, and he feels welcomed in a home he didn’t grow up in. just because she’s here, and she’s trying. he tries not to think about what it would have been like, to watch morning cartoons on her sofa, or do homework at her kitchen table. if they’d even have normal lives like that at all.
he attempts to fit words together, so it doesn’t sound like a betrayal, or an accusation. he’s supported her, and defended her ( and will, with tooth and nail, if he has to ) and he can’t stop now.
“you didn’t know— what i was, did you?”
he can’t dance around this subject. it scares him too much. he hopes it doesn’t show.
“not about being your son, or my powers, i mean…about me being this demiurge. somehow”
it’s like turning down a light, the tentative notion in his eyes growing hard and the crease of his brow more prominent, it’s not her fault, but it’s his. for being…whatever he’s going to be. he’s a crossroads for history and future, apparently, and it’s hard to think about when he’s failed before. not that she’d know. or that anyone could figure; that feeling when the threads of reality are interwoven with his own, and then pulled and pulled and plucked at by some facade, a parasite playing the fibers of his body like un-tuned strings, leaving him bruises. can you bruise a feeling? or a thought? it was intrusive, and he’d fled.
he’d tried his best on his own. he couldn’t do it on his own. and he can’t. not yet anyway. but he doesn’t have to. and that’s. it’s something. it’s hope.
The question catches Wanda by surprise.
If she’s being honest with herself, she sometimes has a hard time picturing him as anything but her son; sometimes he’s a toddler running around a little house in New Jersey with his brother, sometimes he’s a brave young man sitting outside Avengers Mansion wishing he was as strong as she already knows him to be, sometimes he’s the impulsive teenager who invaded Latveria and somehow managed to rescue her in the process. Throughout it all, though...he’s always her baby, even when he’s not. She wonders a part of her will always see him that way.
And picturing him as some great cosmic being...it’s foreign, hard to visualise even though she has never doubted the extent or depths of his power.
“Why don’t you sit down?” she asked after a moment had passed, gesturing toward the couch and closing the door behind him without answering the question.
Quality time with the Grandpas.
sxlverstreak:
Tommy shrugged. She was used to people like this. It came with being a delivery girl. But she made decent money, so it was all right.
“Well, my boss is CJ. You know, Clint’s kid. And also my boyfriend. So he told the guy to fuck off. The manifest said one package, and that’s what we got. He even called the distributor to make sure. He was just a douche.”
Wanda seemed pleased by this response. At least that way she didn’t have to go and threaten anyone—not that Tommy wasn’t perfectly capable of looking after herself, of course, but there were certain things that mothers had to do.
“Then you did your job proud, and we’ll never speak of him again.”
sxlverstreak:
“Okay, well, some of his bad decisions have good reasons. And that’s totally not true! I do it because I don’t want my brother to get his ass kicked.” She huffed, wrinkling her nose. “He never forced me. He just says he’s going to do something and I go with him because I don’t want him getting hurt. How is that a bad thing?” she demanded. How was she getting lectured for having her brother’s back? He was the one with the dumb ideas nobody could talk him out of.
Wanda put up her hand then. “And that’s why I’m talking to you separately,” she clarified, touching her daughter’s shoulder. “You do agree with him—there’s no shame in that, but if you didn’t, you would have come to me first or tried to talk him out of it. Tommy...despite what you may think, my sole motivation for anything I do regarding you and your brother is concern for your well-being. Sometimes, there are better ways to enact change than taking matters into your own hands.”
“Are you alright? You look really pale.”
Wanda raised her hand in Pietro’s direction, waving him off even as she forced herself to sit down, pulling her feet up onto the couch of their living room. “It’s nothing,” she said, picking at the corner of a cushion to avoid making eye contact.
She had been feeling unwell all morning—not overwhelmingly so, but feverish enough to put her off from regular activities—but she didn’t want to worry him. They knew from past experience that her powers could become a little…unpredictable whenever she got sick. “Nothing you should concern yourself over, brother,” Wanda added.
wiiiplaash:
“And there I agree with you.” He’d already packed a bag. For both of them. He’d been trying to figure out how to approach her about going to the school. “Drug-Hippie’s gonna need a lot of help to get that school child-ready.” Only one problem, “How do we tell Mom? And Elizabeth?”
Wanda felt herself smile at his response, although the question gave her pause.
It was not as though they hadn’t spoken to their mother about their father in the past. It was just...a tender subject, for everyone involved. Wanda tried to avoid pushing it wherever possible, but she did know that she’d worry about them if they went.
She would understand, though...she’d have to. “I...don’t know. Personally, I think Mom will be glad to see you getting out of the house more,” she added wryly, peering at Pietro over the top of her teacup while she took a sip.
You: Billy is a mini Wanda and Tommy is a mini Pietro.
Me, an intellectual: Billy is a mini Pietro and Tommy is a mini Wanda.
(whoop I’m still alive!)
Some Star Wars Magnus Fam from my messing around on AzaleasDolls this morning
(Tommy, Billy, Luna, TJ, Wanda and Lorna!)
Sitcom Thursday, this time featuring an exchange from Cougar Town. (A show I kept on trying to watch out of loyalty to creator Bill Lawrence, creator of Clone High and Scrubs,)
First interaction RP starters
" Are you okay? "
" Hey! Wake up! "
" What's happening over there? I can't see. "
" Oh gosh, sorry! Did I hurt you? "
" Who's there? Is anyone there? "
" I'm lost. "
" Are you lost? "
" Who are you? Where are we? What happened?! "
" Get off of me! "
" Sorry, I tripped! "
" Are you new here? "
" I'm new here, can you help me out? "
" Somebody help me! "
" You look really familiar. Do I know you? "
" What are you doing in there? This place is off limits! "
" You're not allowed in here. It could be dangerous. "
" Do you work here? "
" Can I help you? "
" It's not very polite to stare, you know. "
" Get out of the way! "
" You could have been killed! "
" You saved my life! "
" Watch where you're going! "
(I'm very busy for the rest of this week with work and study, but will definitely get to replies this weekend if not sooner!)
RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
so on the train back from geneva, pretty much all I had to read was the children’s crusade (don’t ask…) which got me to thinking about mcu wanda and how absolutely heartbreaking it would be for her to have a child who was identical to pietro
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