@hexsreality asked: “ i can’t promise you aren’t going to have any more hardship. but i can promise i’m gonna be right here to get your through it. ”
It was only a matter of time until they sat down to... get to know each other in a sense. Granted, this get-together was a little one-sided; Billy had already written and reiterated at least twelve encyclopedias worth of information about the Scarlet Witch. An argument could be made that there wasn’t anything that Tommy didn’t know about Wanda Maximoff now. But there was almost nothing that she knew about him.
At first, he joked that all she had to do was dig through the Avengers’ database if she really wanted to know.. but this was his mother. She deserved to know everything that happened and why— not just the sterile reporting she’d find in some dusty file.
It wasn’t all revealed at once. Some days he’d talk about Frank and Mary; how they place 100% of the blame on their failing relationship and lives on his shoulders— as if a seven year old can turn you into a deadbeat alcoholic or a neglectful parent. He’d tell her about how he no longer existed to them once it became clear he was a mutant, and how he was left all alone after his terrorism arrest.
Some days he’d talk about what it was like in “juvie.” Talk about the endless experiments and torture the government put him through for no reason. He’d tell her about how that experience alone made him realize his grandfather’s vision of mutant supremacy; how it filled him with even more bitterness than he harbored before.
(He made sure to highlight how that idea went to the wayside once he got to live him dreams of being a hero with the Young Avengers.)
Conversely, she would also learn about how he found love in Lisa while locked up. How she was a calm, but realistic branch for him to hold onto while they were both trapped in hell. She would, unfortunately, hear about how hot she was. Crazy, but hot.
(He’d make a note to check in on her; hopefully she found something better to do with her life than hang out with Osborn.)
Wanda would learn about the good too. She’d hear about all of his adventures with the Young Avengers; how many aliens he took down during minor invasions; the lofts and mansions he broke into with the others; all the shit he got to blow up because Billy would just begrudgingly fix it afterwards; the fights he and Eli got into over the both of them trying to impress Kate like the stupid kids they were. Every adventure they went on, Tommy made sure to inform her about, with more than enough excitement and energy in each word.
It took some time, but eventually, Wanda learned it all. It wasn’t the easiest tale for Tommy to speak of but... it was nice for someone to know every detail of his life from him instead of hearing it piecemeal from multiple sources.
And so, with the last of his life story out there, he got up from the dinner table, empty plate in hand. But before he could grab his mother’s plate, she stopped him, her hand gently wrapped around his wrist. Green eyes looked down, meeting her violet gaze as she uttered a statement so short, yet life-altering for the young man.
“ i can’t promise you aren’t going to have any more hardship. but i can promise i’m gonna be right here to get your through it. ”
It’s always uncharacteristic for Tommy to have nothing to say; there wasn’t ever a moment where his mind wasn’t collecting information like made, and yet in this moment, everything froze for the speedster. It was one thing to hear this from his friends, one thing to hear this from his brother... but nothing akin to this had ever been said to him by a parent before.
His plate was gone in an instant, placed back on the table so that he could swallow Wanda up in a tight embrace, his head resting on her shoulders. Silence hung in the air, his eyes shut to prevent any tears from making an appearance before responding:
“Y’know that sentiment’s a two-way street, right?”
