mistressxfmagnetism:
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Lorna didn’t know the rumours surrounding Wanda Maximoff. She knew the other was powerful, a mutant. But she knew next to nothing else. So it was odd that the electro-magnetic signature of the other seemed familiar. For now, however, she pushed that to the back of her mind. She wouldn’t think about it, couldn’t spare the energy right now. “Mutants and tragedy. Seems inevitable.”
There was a promise in Wanda’s words, her claim that she wasn’t here as an Avenger. And it was a promise Lorna would hold her to with no hesitation. She nodded, accepting that as explanation. “No. It’s okay. I’m just a little touchy right now.” She didn’t offer an apology with her own explanation, just a tight smile. “What’s the reaction been like in New York?” she asked. She hadn’t been back to the city except to see Rictor. Lorna certainly hadn’t stuck around to see what the collective feeling was from humans and other non-mutants.
☱ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒,
She could see it clearly. The energy around the other practically sang to her... familiarity almost as if finger tips brushing across her cheeks. It was rare to see which only makes it harder to decide if she’d like to admit the truth of why she came in the first place; or rather why she hadn’t come sooner. “You speak the truth,” Wanda admitted, wondering if she needed that. To be reassured, to know she wasn’t alone, to know... her pain was felt? It’s hard to grieve someone’s loss if you don’t know them but when you’ve been through similar things, it’s easier than you’d think. It seems most mutants all share some sense of pain. If only that could unite them rather than pull them apart. “but also a shame.”
Wanda had a sort of trust to her. A naivety some hoped she grew out of and some wished they could exploit. She didn’t come here to fight, and in some way she hadn’t even come for answers, but rather see how everyone was living in this part of the world. “Why do you care?” Because if Hydra had, had it’s way, this might be the world she called home. This version anyway. Wanda thought everyone deserved a chance, even herself. “When my brother died, I shut myself away for a while.” she admitted, rocking back and forth on her heels, “I think you’re a stronger woman than I am.” Snappy or touchy, Wanda could see the positive side of being out in the world right now even if it’s this part specifically. Wanda believed the residents needed to find a point not to start over but to continue. “Split it seems.” she admitted quietly, eyes moving over the memorial for a moment. “I think they’re relieved but still afraid... but most of them are human and have never known the fear mutants have. They always fear what they don’t understand.” And yet Wanda? Wanda appreciated Magneto’s sentiment but perhaps not the way he went about it.
“I’m Wanda Maximoff,” she decided to add before looking back to the other. Since she’s not here as an Avenger, she was here as herself. Some didn’t know this aspect of Scarlet Witch. She was just Wanda. “I know your name but I’d rather meet you.” If that made any sense to the other? Perhaps in Wanda’s mind, she doesn’t know any better. “I like meeting people.” Of course you could say that shouldn’t extend to whom someone has called a villain but she had been on that side and she knew... she knew Lorna Dane was more than just Magneto’s daughter or a member of The Brotherhood. Tony’s really going to ground her this time, isn’t he? “Could I buy you lunch, maybe?” Never mind that the sun is setting. She’s never quite been one for normality. Wanda wraps her jacket tighter around herself as a chill rolls in. “Or coffee?”













