@toofxstfool / Is that how families work?
Wanda paused with thought. Her family had never been traditional by any sense of the word, no. For as long as she could remember, she had always had Pietro. He was her better half and now without him, she could almost see clearly. ALMOST BEING THE KEY WORD. “Maybe,” Wanda mused softly, imagining the Avengers somewhere at the moment, gearing up for some tussle or training. There’d be some wise cracks and tension but later on, they’d watch movies or drink, and forget the day for a while. The days ahead, they didn’t matter while everyone was together in those few hours. “but I think families are whom you choose, not necessarily just those who share blood. My padre and dya would say they’re family because... because I’m safe with them and they expect nothing in return for caring.” Wanda had known, believe it or not, that they weren’t her biological parents. They had different features, didn’t eye colors, different skin colors; and they loved her and her twin just the same. It was her fear, and hers alone, that made her give pause.
She feared who she could be if she willed her powers just an inch to the left, or if she slept and somehow her powers acted without her will. In some ways, she thought they could see that. SHE FEARED THE POWER INSIDE HER, just as the men who had captured her had. They called her freak and miracle like it was something bad. The internal struggle was always whether it was or not. “If the people who gave you life don’t treat you the same, find those who will. You don’t have to settle.” Wanda assured him. “And if you have that, you’re a lucky one too.”