No more mutants

My name is Wanda Maximoff. Sometimes I am a hero, sometimes I am a villain, but I am always the Scarlet Witch. [Closed RP for Marvel Essential RP] [Face Claim: Elizabeth Olsen]

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank realized, at that precise moment, just how horrible it must be for Wanda not to be able to remember much.  Her wide smile showed him just how relieved she was at seeing that she hadn’t completely forgotten everything, and that the memories were probably still there, buried somewhere deep in her.  

He nodded at her explanation.  ”Okay, that’s good.”  He thought fast.  He could always offer her to go live at the Mansion but he wasn’t sure this was a good idea.  A flood of memories may be overwhelming for her right now, she still looked so fragile, and he knew better than to poke the bear with Wanda.  With her power, losing grip on herself was really not a good idea.  He hated to think that way though.  It was too similar to how his fellow Avengers sometimes used to treat him, as though he couldn’t handle things and would somehow snap under pressure.  But for Wanda’s own health and safety, his guts told him this was the way to go.

He thought about offering her to stay over at Jan’s apartment downtown.  They weren’t there often these days, and Wanda wouldn’t have to spend all her money on a hotel room.  That was of course until she could go back safely to the Mansion, which was the idea he was going for.  But he had to talk to Jan about this before anything else.  Even though they had decided that the house and the apartment were theirs both, it would have felt weird for Hank to invite someone over to stay at the apartment without consulting Jan first.

He couldn’t talk to her about that right now though.  He looked back at her, returning her smile.  ”Is there anything else that comes to your mind right now?  Even just…  images, feelings…”  He didn’t want to push her too far right away.  ”It’s okay if nothing comes right now.  It will, I’m sure of it.”  

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Wanda thought long and hard about his question. There wasn’t much else right now but there was one image in her head. It had appeared when she was thinking about Jan.She knew it might sound weird but, for the first time in a long time, she was confident. Confident enough to voice her thought.

“When I saw the picture of Jan, I got the image of a wasp. I know that probably sounds crazy.”

Wanda giggled to herself because that did sound pretty crazy but, right now, it didn’t matter if she was wrong. The only thing that mattered was that she could remember some things. And that made her happier than she had been in a long time.

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank watched in silence as Wanda concentrated on the picture.  He could almost feel her hesitation, as though she was afraid to be wrong and that this would lead to bad things.  

He took back his phone and looked at Wanda.  She still seemed a bit apprehensive, and he just wished she could relax.  The look on her face was almost a plea for her to be right, and Hank smiled warmly at her answer.  ”Yes, you’re right.  It’s Jan.”

He put his phone away, a bit disappointed not to have pictures of the other Avengers to show her.  But this could wait.  He had a feeling he shouldn’t overwhelm Wanda with information right now.  Maybe her memory would just shut off at that.  

He gave her an encouraging smile.  ”So your memories are still there, somewhere.  I’ll try helping you as best as I can, if you want me to.”  He preferred to let her rest a bit for now before trying out her memory again, and turned to more practical matters.  ”Okay…  let’s take things one at a time for the moment.  Are you hungry?  Do you have anywhere to stay?  Do you need money?”

[witchofchaos]

She was right. Dear God, she was right. She couldn't help but smile widely. She must have remembered more than she thought she did. When he said he would help she wanted him too, she couldn't help but nod. When she woke up this morning, she didn't know how her day would go. She didn't expect to partially remember two whole new people. 

His smile made her supported and what she needed right now was support. 

"I'm ok with money. The people who rescued me have set me up with an account to use. I've been using it to pay for a hotel room. Not ideal but it's a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head. And I've eaten so I'm not too hungry at the minute."

She give him a small smile. 

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank could see a vast array of feelings pass over Wanda’s features as she slowly but steadily composed herself.  There was a new determination setting itself in her eyes when she looked at him again.  He smiled gently, encouraging her to go on with a nod of his head.  

He could understand that her first memory would be about the Brotherhood.  She had probably strong feelings attached to those memories, even if they weren’t necessarily happy ones.  But Pietro had been there with her, so it must not have been completely negative.

He frowned a bit, still smiling, wondering what was making her almost giggling to herself.  He nodded again as she explained herself and couldn’t hold back a chuckle.  ”Well, I haven’t gone by that name in quite some time, but I think it’s a good start.”

She did seem to have some memories, hidden just beneath the surface.  It would probably take some time, but he would do everything he could to help her dig for those memories, to give her life back.  

He suddenly thought about something, and reached for his pocket to take out his phone.  ”Let’s see what else you can remember…”  He browsed through his gallery and selected a picture of Jan he had taken recently.  Wanda and Jan used to be good friends, there was a chance she might remember her too.

He held out the phone to Wanda.  ”Do you remember her?”

[witchofchaos]

Wanda slowly took the phone from Hank and studied it carefully. A woman smiling brightly. Something about her was familiar but she wasn't sure what. Wanda got the same feeling about this woman that she got from Hank. Yes, she had known her once, she was sure of it. 

She racked her brain for a memory, anything she could think of connected to this woman. names popped in and out of her mind but none of them felt right. But then a name stuck in her mind and wouldn't leave. Should she try this name? Would she get it wrong? The last thing she wanted right now was to embarrass herself in front of Hank. 

Still, she had to take a chance. She had before and she was right and because of that, she had another friend. But would lightening strike twice? She figured there was only one way to find out. She handed the phone back to Hank and spoke while watching it exchange hands. 

"Jan."

She looked up at Hank, silently asking if she was right. 

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank listened to Wanda.  Apparently what she wanted to say was difficult for her.  He just sat quietly, respecting her hesitation, wondering what she meant by that.  But as she finally found the strength to continue to tell her story, he could only stare at her, horrified by what she was telling him.

His blue gaze fell on her before she finally made eye contact with him.  ”Oh my god…  Wanda…”  He swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat.  This would explain why they hadn’t heard from her in so long.  They had thought that she had gone back to Europe, or needed some time on her own or just with Pietro.  He would never have thought that something this bad was happening to her.  Guilt crept its way to his brain for a second but a little voice quickly told him there was just no way to know.  

By reflex, he took his hands to hers and gently pulled on them so she’d look at him.  ”Hey…  this isn’t your fault.  You have nothing to apologize for.”  His first thought was to take her back to the mansion and run some tests on her, but he figured this wasn’t the way to go this time.  Wanda looked too fragile, too emotionally drained, for this kind of things.  ”I’ll help you, Wanda.  You can count on me.”

He sighed and squeezed her hands in his before letting them go, taking on a resolute expression.  ”Okay.  Let’s start at the beginning.  Let’s see what you do remember.”   

[witchofchaos]

She felt her world fall apart all over again in a single second. Tears stung her eyes and the only thing she could think of doing was hiding behind her hands. She wanted to escape into her own little world, a world where she wouldn't have to thing about anything but herself. Her hands became a shield against the world.

She heard the pain in his voice while she hid. Another great reason to stay behind her hands. If the pain in his voice was reflected in his face, she didn't know how she would bear it. And that was because of her. He was probably having a good day until now and if he did think of her he probably thought that she was off somewhere, living her life as happily and as normally as possible. But that was shattered now.The truth was out. Her fault. 

No, she decided. Not her fault. Von Struckers'. He did this, not her. When she felt hands gently pull hers down away from her face, forcing her back into reality, she decided that she was going to fight this. She would get better and everything that she had lost she would get back.

When Hank said he would help her, she was relieved. She needed all the help she could get if she was going to get better. A tear slid down her face and she quickly wiped it away before looking into his eyes with a quiet determination. What could she remember? She was ashamed of some of the stuff she could remember but at least some memories were there. She spoke softly, slowly. The past was the past but it was the key to unlocking the future. "The Brotherhood of Mutants."

Not a great point in her life, she knew, but a start. Then suddenly, something flashed into her head. Something she remembered about Hank. Something that made her smile. Something that made her giggle just a little. She wasn't sure what made her happy; the thing she had remembered or the fact that she had actualy been able to remember it. She looked at Hank with a confidence she had not felt in a while and spoke determinedly. 

"Ant-Man."

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank tensed a bit.  He knew there was something disturbing Wanda, and the fact that she didn’t want to worry him or upset him didn’t look good.  Of course it could also not be as bad as he imagined.  He did have a tendency to always expect the worst.

He studied Wanda’s features for a moment.  She didn’t seem in pain, with no visible wounds or contusions, so it had to be something else.  ”It’s okay Wanda…  I won’t get upset, I promise.  As for being worried, well…”  He shrugged and gave her a small smile.  ”…  you know me.  I’m always worried.  It wouldn’t be your fault.”

[witchofchaos]

Now or never. "Well, you see, that's the thing. I don't know you. I mean, I knew you but..."

Wanda stopped and looked at the wall. She knew this would be hard but she didn't realise how hard. She spoke quickly, wanting to get it out there. She didn't sugarcoat it. He deserved the whole truth. 

"You see, the thing is, not that long ago, I was kidnapped by a man named Von Strucker. He...tortured me. Brainwashed me. He stole my memories. For a while I couldn't remember anything. It was like he had stolen my life. I'm getting better though. At least I'm working on it." She realised she had been avoiding eye contact. She made a concious effort to look him in the eye now. "But there's still some things I can't remember. People I can't remember. And people I can remember, but not very well. You're in that last group. I remember you, but only a little."

Her eyes threatened to fill with tears so she quickly put her head in her hands. "I'm sorry."

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank felt as though Wanda was consciously steering conversation away from her, almost as if she had something to hide.  Nevertheless he smiled back at her.  ”I’m fine.  Never better actually.  Life has been good on me.”  

He really didn’t want to pry, and would never force her to tell him something she didn’t feel like telling.  Still, he had to make sure she knew she could count on him.  ”Wanda…  you know you can trust me.  I just want you to know I’m there if you need it.” 

[witchofchaos]

Wanda dropped her eyes to the table. When he spoke, she listened carefully. His voice was familiar, she had heard it many times before. It was like a voice from a dream that she could almost remember.

She did trust him. And she did need him. She needed every friend she could get right now. She supposed that it was now or never. And never was not an option. It wasn't fair on her and it wasn't fair on Hank. She raised her head again and saw the concern and friendship in his eyes.

"I actually do need to tell you something. But I really don't want to upset or worry you."

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank smiled back at Wanda and put his coffee on the table before taking a seat facing her, her smile convincing him that this was a good idea after all.  He wasn’t usually one to pry into other people’s lives, but on the other hand he couldn’t leave Wanda alone when she might be needing help.  And there was just something about her that told him this might just be the case.

"So…  how have you been?"  

He didn’t feel like going into a formal inquiry with her, and he definitely didn’t want to put pressure on her.  Still, he just couldn’t leave her like this.

[witchofchaos]

It was a simple enough question, one that she had been asked countless times, but this was the first time that she wasn't sure how to answer. How had she been? Well, she was starting to recover so that was good. Her memories had started coming back and she knew who had been her friends once. Considering the circumstances, she had been doing well. But she also felt that this was conversation was an opportunity to gently inform Hank about what Von Strucker had done to her. She nodded her head softly and smiled. 

"I've been alright....lately. I'm still...trying to get over something that happened to me but I'm doing good now. What about you? How have you been?" 

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank looked back at Wanda, still frowning.  He knew he was being a bit impolite to stare at her like this, but he couldn’t help himself.  She seemed slightly lost, like someone who was trying to put their memories back together.  For a second, he even thought she didn’t recognize him.  

"I…  I didn’t know you were in town…  Actually I didn’t know where you were…  We haven’t heard from you in so long."  

He ran his fingers through his blond hair, trying to figure out how to handle this, and motioned to the chair facing her.  ”Can I join you for a bit?”

[witchofchaos]

How would she explain why he hadn't heard from her in a while? Should she try to act as if everything was fine? Or should she explain everything that happened? She had quickly began thinking of ways that she could do that without upsetting when him he asked if he could join her. She genuinely wanted him to. She knew this man. He could help her. But it frightened her. Would he begin talking about something she couldn't remember? That being said, he might say something that could spark a memory. She realised she had sat looking at him for almost a minute. 

"Yes, yes of course. Please do." 

She smiled at him widely. 

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank

[hank-pym-giant-man]

Hank had gone out to grab a coffee, and was about to exit when he noticed a lone figure sitting in the far corner, staring out at the wall.   He kept his momentum for a second, heading for the door, but frowned as he realized who the young woman was.  She seemed so different, her eyes seemingly devoid of her usual sparkle of life that for a moment he didn’t recognize her.  

He turned around and, still frowning, headed in her direction.  It really was her.  ”Wanda…?”   

[witchofchaos]

She heard her name and looked round slowly. He was staring at her as if he couldn't believe she was there. Wanda frowned to herself. She knew him. His face was familiar. She had known him once. Was it long ago? Or just recently? The only thing she knew for certain was she knew this man.

She searched hard for a name that she could put to the face. One kept popping into her head. She was going to say it but she was afraid. What if she was wrong? She didn't want to upset this man by naming him wrong. Never breaking eye contact, she took a deep breath and took the chance.

"Hank."

[witchofchaos]

Rebuilding - Wanda and Open

Wanda sat staring blankly at the wall. She knew she had a life before Von Strucker but she could barely recall it. Images flashed in her mind of the life she had once had. People floated in and out of her memory but she couldn't put names to their faces. 

They promised they would help her remember. But she wasn't sure how long that would take. 

[witchofchaos]

OOC

Hey, thanks for the welcome! :D

I understand your concern but there may be a way around it. Even though my Wanda is MCU based, I’m gonna try and have a lot of comic history as her background (bit different than the MCU but eh haha) so we could work it like that so she could still know Hank.

I was planning on having her brainwashed by Von Strucker (cannot wait for AoU!!) and then after Ultron events (whatever they may be) having her friends help her get her memories back. So we could RP it before AoU events so she knows Hank or afterwards so that he knows her and she can almost remember him.

That was just a couple of ideas that I had :D

[witchofchaos]

Before the Fall

Wanda stood leaning against the wall. People were rushing by her trying to get to classes on time. She was waiting for Professor Xavier to finish teaching the class so she could talk to him about joining the X Men on missions. As the students rushed by, some stopped to look at her. They were weary of her. She could feel it. 

It wasn't just the students who were weary. Some of the faculty were as well. Sure, they had accepted her. But that didn't mean that they trusted her entirely. And she knew why. Her father, Magneto. Enemy of the X Men and leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, an organisation that, not that long ago, Wanda had been a part of. 

She smiled at whoever stopped to look bbut they soon rushed off. No worry, they would trust her soon, she hoped. She took a heavy sigh and walked off down the corridor. She would talk to the Professor later.