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Post by scarletwitch on Sept 28, 2012 11:24:53 GMT -8
Wanda Maximoff looked down at the city below, the cars and people that moved outside the small window in the even smaller hotel room. She was alone, but unlike her time in Transia when she had been alone she now knew that she was. In Transia she had a life carved out for herself, here in New York she had a life that she could not return to. Friends who she had hurt, and a race of people who she had almost destroyed.
She was lost, even if she knew exactly where she was.
New York had been her city. The Avengers had been her home. Now she felt like an alien, an intruder who had arrived unwelcome in the night.
The twins. Her twins were alive, were real. How that had happened she was not sure, but everyone could see them. Everyone knew about them and they existed even without her. That meant that this time they were real. Sure she had not been there for them, not been their mother while they were babies, but they were alive and they were beautiful.
Thinking of all she missed Wanda wanted to cry, but she had done enough of that. Today she had to start finding herself a new life, start making amends for what she had done.
Leaving her apartment and making her way to Mutant Town she kept to herself. While most mutants, most of everyone, had no idea what her role in M-Day had been Wanda still felt responsible and it felt like they all blamed her even if they did not know the truth.
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Post by Anna on Sept 28, 2012 21:15:00 GMT -8
William Kaplan couldn't wait until he graduated high school. It'd mean less homework, less jerks, and more time to spend with his family and Teddy. He had gotten closer to Tommy, but there was still one family member he hadn't spent as much time with as he would have liked. Wanda, his mom. Well, technically she was his mom. But so was Rebecca Kaplan. He had two dads and two moms since technically Vision was his dad. It could be confusing, but he liked his family.
Dressed in a somewhat dark-blue jacket, white t-shirt with Captain America's sheild on it, light denim jeans, black sneakers, and his favorite red scarf around his neck as well as a rainbow belt around his waist, the teenage mage had made his way to Mutant Town. He wanted to check it out, knowing that he was technically a mutant. He had Wanda's address and knew she didn't live in Mutant Town, but he hadn't really expected to run into her there. He didn't visit her nearly as often as he would have liked to (he was busy with school, Teddy, his other parents, and Avenger training), but his face still lit up every time he saw her. After all, he had fought so hard to get her back and to just see her again after that fateful day in front of Avengers Mansion.
When he saw her, the dark-haired boy recognized her right off the bat. "Wanda!" he called with a grin as he made he was over to her. He wasn't really sure if it hurt her not to be called 'mom'. He didn't want to hurt her, but Rebecca was 'mom'... but so was Wanda. He wasn't sure what to do when it came to what to call her. For the moment, he stuck with her name, though he knew he could call her 'mom' whenever he wanted.
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Post by scarletwitch on Jan 17, 2013 12:23:02 GMT -8
The voice interrupted her solitary thoughts. With her hands dug deeply into the pockets of her coat she stopped and looked towards the voice that had called out to her. It was William Kaplan, her son. While she understood not being called "Mom", it was a title that she would have gladly accepted. So many of the terrible things that she had allowed herself to be driven to do had come from her no longer having anyone to call her that. Mom. Her sons had been a figment of her magical imagination, and now they were back but as someone else's children.
Someone else was his mom.
Turning she smiled, hiding her feelings about being called Wanda by the young man. It was enough that she had some relationship with him, that she was in contact with the child that had once been hers in some way.
"William," she said, calling him by the name that she had given him and not the shortened version. He was in so many ways her son. Dark hair, magical abilities powered by a mutation that nobody quite understood. While Thomas was clearly related to her twin brother Pietro, William was quite obviously her son.
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Post by Anna on Jan 26, 2013 12:58:15 GMT -8
Billy was by Wanda’s side in a heartbeat, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. The magic they both had helped heighten a connection he already felt he had with her. Through whatever hardships she was going through, be it because of Scott Summers or her own thoughts, he was determined to be there for her. Whether she felt she deserved his love or not, she already had it.
He wasn’t sure how long the hug lasted, a minute or two most likely. He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to risk losing her. She felt warm and gentle. He felt safe with her around. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the hug, not wanting to smother her. “How are you? We haven’t talked in some time.” He beamed with happiness at her. She was an amazing person, a hero. And she was his mom. Did he have the coolest family or what?
He wished she would meet his other mom and dad. They would like her, he was sure of it. Then she could visit whenever she wanted, and perhaps stay for dinner often. He was certain he would find her and drag her to any holiday celebration. He wanted to spend any special day with his entire family. While Vision was gone, he had Wanda. He had longed to find her for so long and now he had her. He didn’t want to ever let her go.
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