Rebuilding - Wanda and Hank
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. Â
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.” Â
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.












