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.]

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.

[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.

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.

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.]

[shesinyourhead]

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

We fought. We stopped him.

[clippedwing]

Yeah. You did good back there.

[He cracks a lopsided grin, but it's a weak excuse for a smile. There's an elephant in the room here. And Clint knows better than to approach the subject right off the bat.]

[shesinyourhead]

Not good enough.

[It's a quiet response, barely a murmur. But here she is--Pietro is dead. She's not. There's something sickeningly wrong with that fact.]

[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.

[fathers_hair]

[He chuckles a little.]

It's all the running. The wind is quite rough on it sometimes.

[shesinyourhead]

[She reaches out, tugging at a lock next to his ear--before running her fingers against the side of his head.]

I like it.

[fathers_hair]

[Pietro is not particularly big on being touched, but he'd allow Wanda anything.]

My daughter says the same thing.

[shesinyourhead]

Your daughter?

[Definitely not her Pietro.]

[fathers_hair]

My daughter.

[He finds a picture of her.]

Her name is Luna.

[shesinyourhead]

[Wanda can't help but hide her grin. In some world, she's an aunt. She'd never really considered having a family like this--not since childhood. But then it washes over that her Pietro is dead, and that she'll never--

She chokes back a sob, pushing the picture back into his hand.]

I'm sorry. She is--she's wonderful.

[stark_ravingmad]

Uh, no. The guy with the hammer is Thor. You know? Big, Norse dude wearing his mother's drapes and drinking lots of ale. [And he will be backing away from your magic show slightly. He thinks it's rather creepy.]