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wanda is 2.5 seconds away from getting in between clint and erik and starting to sing 'why can't we be friends'
Wanda Maximoff || Watching her teammate’s friend’s backs
❝ you may help if you like– i would prefer not to be at the mercy at a knife, but i have had worse. thank you for your apology. ❞ a slightly mournful smile of her own past. ❝ i am magda, and you are? ❞
“ magda...” wanda whispered to herself. she knew the name. she should have known this would happen. “ my name is wanda. “
“maybe you were around when it happened or you’ve heard the story before? i don’t know how many people would make my dad the focus of it but they should more often.” looking over at the other, he stared for a moment. she was familiar, she looked like wanda-the way he remembered her just a few years ago when he was younger “i don’t mean to be weird or anything but is your name wanda?”
“ the story of your dad sounds an awful lot like clint barton, but all of his kids are youn---” she cut herself off. yes, they could have been young the last time wanda saw them, yet that was a while ago. and people keep coming up from all other times and realities, just as her kids have come to the city. “ yes...my name is wanda maximoff...” she trailed off before smiling at the boy. “ ... you were a lot younger the last time i saw you. “
He listened to what she said, he takes a deep breath as he stuffed his hand in his pocket. “It was very difficult, if it wasn’t for Alfred taking me in I would have been known as Bruce Wayne the kid who lived in an Orphanage.” he sighed, it was still hard to talk about it, he then heard her speak he looked at her. “You’re not scary to me, you are not a threat to me. You’re actually a friend of mine, even tho we don’t see each other often.”
“ well i am glad that alfred was there for you, it always makes it a little less hard knowing someone is there for you. “ it was like her and pietro for most of their life. her lips curved into a small smile. “ thank you. i appreciate that very much, bruce. i am lucky to have you as a friend. “
hands settle on his shoulders & he feels himself strangely relaxing under the touch. it’s, of course, never something he admit to but — well, touches like this were nice. the gentle ones that made even him slow down for a second & feel alright in this slow world. he craved them … silently, of course. he’d never mention this !!! he had a reputation to uphold, thanks. it takes skill to be a bothersome ass. ❛ different time? really? huh, didn’t notice. ❜ he looks up to the sky & then around at the city. it didn’t look THAT different. was it really a different time? or — was she in a different time? wait, wait, wait — was this a multiverse thing? he got the rundown on that when billy & the gang went on that adventure. he was missing for that whole thing. didn’t really understand it. but … whatever. he glances back down to his mother. ❛ might be if it works !!! dunno, i’m not the twin who’s the expert on the magic stuff. — wait, if you’re from a different time … you know who i am, though. i mean you said son so — unless that was just something you call strange boys … ❜ a toothy grin shines down at her. ❛ so — how old are you? you don’t look too much older than me. are we even born yet for you? ❜
without hesitation, wanda brings him in for a full hug. there was some relieving for her to know that she had kids in the future. three of them were here now. and it was something that brought tears to her eyes. especially when tommy reminded her so much of pietro. “ no...it is not something that i call everyone. but i put two and two together, tommy. “ she smiled brightly to her son. “ did you know it’s not polite to ask your mother her age?? “ she teased, followed by a small laugh. “ no, to me, in this time, you have not been born yet. so i think we are quite close in age, though i am still a bit older. “
❝ that sucks.❞ t.j mumbled as she moved into the hug with a soft sigh. ❝ glad to see you again. even if you don’t KNOW me. i’m usually blue… so ❞ she cracked a little smile while tightening her grip.❝ always out with your avengers. ❞
“ i know...i’m sorry. i wish that things could be different. “ wanda sighed, it was a terribly embarrassing thing for her to not even recognize her own child. even if it was a different time. “ blue...well, that is my second favorite color. i bet you can guess what my first is. “ she smiled. “ that is all over now...so i hope you are ready to spend some time with your mother. “
nat sighed, his shaking hand quickly reaching up to rub at his forehead. nothing seemed right – nothing was R I G H T. he couldn’t do much, though. he doubted screaming or crying about it was going to do much. all he could do was rest his back against the wall and breathe out. “it’s okay,” nat repeated to himself. “you’re okay.”
“ you’re okay... it’s going to be okay. “ wanda repeated, looking at the other with concern. “ would you like some help?? is there anyone i could help you find?? “
❝ oh, yes hello. i am viv vision. ❞ the creature tilts her head in the direction of her new found companion. the girl’s green hair tilts against her face. she is mid-way through phasing a wall (strange little thing ) ❝ what is your name? it is certainly a pleasure. ❞
maybe she should not be so used to people phasing through walls, yet wanda wasn’t even surprised. “ hello, i am wanda maximoff. “
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Kurt
send me who you ship my muse with ( accepting )
“ kurt is very nice…and kind. i could see how any girl could like him. “
i brotp ship you with clint (lol this isn't kayla what?)
tell me who you ship my muse with ( accepting )
“ he is one of my best friends… i am very grateful to have him in my life. clint is a great man. “
vision
tell me who you ship my muse with ( accepting )
“ i do care for him very much, whether he is human or not. i believe love is for souls. “
“sentimental pietro is still pretty new to me… one day he’ll probably rub it in… after the whole initial shock of it all.” he didn’t like seeing wanda frown, or upset at all, so his smile faded too. “as long as that bastard doesn’t try to put you in a prison again, then i’m fine with him being here… but i swear to god if he touches you or anyone on the team… he’ll regret the day he was born… i don’t care if we were team once.”
“ he definitely will, and i’m sure you’ll pretend to hate it. even though i know there is a part of you that likes it. “ she hated bringing it up, thinking about the time that they were stuck in there. it was traumatic for wanda. borderline torturous. and she was still feeling the effects of it. “ i will be fine. please do not worry...also---i never really got to thank you officially, for trying to help me while we were there...it meant a lot to me. “
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“uh, hi, can i help you with something? not that i don’t enjoy visitors but i was only expecting a pizza guy.”
“ sorry... i did not mean to disturb you. just wanted to see how you were doing. “
“Comment romantique.” The girl gushed as she stared over towards a newly engaged couple. “Don’t you just love love?”
“ yes... i suppose it is very nice. “