she smiled, absent-mindlessly, still in a MEMORY. ‘ ------ not alvays. ‘ Wanda’s eyes tracked downwards, to her sleeves tugged over her hands. she didn’t want to tell him the worst parts ; the FEAR & DEATH, being so hungry, so cold, trying to find SHELTER from the harsh streets, the sharp-eyed, NO-SOULED monsters they’d been put in to CARE with ; that made HYDRA’S promise of HEROISM seem viable. and her BROTHER. how she wished he could have known him.
WHY. that was the deepest question but she didn’t DARE ask it. why, and how? did he ever even know about her? about them? how DIFFERENT her life might have been... could they still do the things that they should have done, when she was TINY ? how should she even ask...
‘ but eet vas BEAUTIFUL. before... uh, before eet vas blown apart. ‘ Wanda bit her lip ; trying to focus on something more POSITIVE. it didn’t last. ‘ I vish you... ‘ she swallowed. ‘ you vould hav known HIM. ‘
for @mcgnetic continued from here .