all aboard the wanda train. spoilers likely in comments

[shesinyourhead]

It is difficult for you, to understand my voice and manner. To understand my pain. I understand; you have lived a privileged life. Safe in your home, without needing to worry about tomorrow.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Yes, I can see why you've chosen me.

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[stark_ravingmad]

I didn't really enjoy it when you chose me and took over my body without my prior consent. [Yeah, it was freaky and he'd rather not see all of his friends dead, thanks.]

[shesinyourhead]

We were fighting. Do you ask permission to shoot a soldier?

[stark_ravingmad]

Mind control is a completely different kettle of fish. Shooting is usually done in a quick action, a basic reflex, whilst having your mind taken over is completely different. It's like a breach of privacy. Who knows what you might have found in there.

[In other words; don't go there.]

[shesinyourhead]

How would you know? You have your armor, and your guns. And all I have is--[She trails her finger through the air, drawing up a faint red glow of energy, before it dissipates into mist.]

When all you have is a hammer.

Can I board the Wanda train?

[quicksliver]

They do not understand. They can't or won't.

[ But it's good to see you, Sister. He's just going to scoop his arms around you in a small hug.]

It is good they chose you, however. I can't begrudge them that.

phrasing, darling.

[shesinyourhead]

[Pietro. Wanda buries her head into his neck. She doesn't cry--does not cry--but oh, how she wants to.]

They'll try. It's a start, I suppose.

-Archer voice- Um Phrasing.

[quicksliver]

[ Pietro just smiles and leans down, pressing a quick kiss to her head. It's good to see her.]

You can't ask for more than that. We've made just as many terrible choices as decent ones.

[shesinyourhead]

[It's good to see him. She doesn't want to leave. Not now; not ever.]

We fought. We stopped him.

aaaaaa my feels

[clippedwing]

[He's... not the best at pep talks or touchy-feely stuff. But the little smile Clint gives Wanda is both warm and a little sad at the same time.]

They try.

[shesinyourhead]

Is that supposed to be enough?

[She's genuinely curious. And...perhaps not just asking on behalf of her mun.]

[clippedwing]

It's not meant to be. It's just how it is. Trust me; I've had to improvise more times than I can count.

[And not just on the "flying city full of homicidal robots" thing, either.]

[shesinyourhead]

Improvising. Now, that is something I know how to do.

[A little bit of sad mirth, there.]

[fathers_hair]

Wanda... I...

[shesinyourhead]

[She just about launches himself into his arms, hugging herself tightly to his chest before looking up. Wanda tilts her head to the side.]

You are not the Pietro I know. But I am not particularly picky.

[fathers_hair]

[He'll hold her for as long as she needs him to. His sister is always his sister, no matter the universe.]

And you are not quite my Wanda. But you are still my sister, regardless. I will do whatever I can to spare you your pain.

[shesinyourhead]

[She settles against him for a moment, before finally drawing back.]

Your hair is smoother than I'm used to. Slicked back.

[astarkreminder]

I don't see why they think they can understand any of us. None of them can. Not really.

...

So. Um. Hello, Wanda.

[shesinyourhead]

[When she hears that voice, when she sees that face, Wanda glowers. Having Stark was bad enough, but Ultron? Her brother's killer? Wow, way to be rude, universe.]

Ultron.

[astarkreminder]

... Is that what this is going to be, then? Look, I know I didn't tell you what the whole plan was, but... I would like to think I'm better than just... a former enemy.

[yeah, that brother thing? He doesn't really know he gunned Pietro down at this point; too fast to see and all that]

[forged_in_iron]

A lot of muns pick people they want to have a better life. I know mine does. So maybe yours doesn't understand everything you went through, but they're trying. They care. Isn't that worth something?

And. Um. Sorry for your universe's me and the damage he did. I mean, I can't do anything, but - I'm sorry. [The faint glow in his chest, through his shirt, shows he's just as much Tony Stark as the man who killed her family through weapons. The wince and the hard look away, though, show a very different person.] For what it's worth, if it's worth anything, your mun isn't the only one who'll want to understand you. You've got a whole team now... plus weirdos like me who hang out on here spewing out word vomit.

[shesinyourhead]

Oh. So it's pity. [She says it halfway between a sneer and genuine confusion. Pity is not an emotion she's accustomed to.

Wanda steps forwards, raising her hand to gently tap at the arc reactor in Tony's chest.]

First an older Pietro, now a younger Stark? This is a curious place.

[forged_in_iron]

Not exactly. It's more like kindness. A refusal to let things end badly. Muns are a stubborn people.

[He blinks; people don't usually like to touch the reactor, and he's seen her magic, but she's just curious so as odd as it feels, there's not much to object to.]

I'm really glad to see your brother is here; my dad has been here once or twice but I've never gotten to see him. But yeah, people here are from every possible universe. Older, younger, evil when they were good, good instead of evil, everything you can imagine and a lot of stuff you can't. All the universes connect, here.

A lot of good can come out of this crazy place, if you don't bail on your mun. [This is a younger Tony in terms of optimism as well as body. He believes things can get better, always.]

[visionof]

It would be difficult for anyone to understand a being whose nature is so at odds with their own. However, this does not mean they lack sympathy.

I hope that your relationship with one another improves.

[shesinyourhead]

[Wanda does not lighten up when she sees the Vision, though she is marginally less tense.]

And if it does not? There is an army of people sharing this prison with me. Or perhaps an asylum.

[visionof]

Is that so? That must be terribly crowded. [He smiles faintly.]

Do you have any idea yet what they have planned for you?