[It doesn't take long after that for her to feel tears form in her eyes.
Someone probably should mention that, yeaaah; she would if she knew for sure, but timeline shenanigans and whatnot make that hard to tell at first. Or, you know, instead of being told, they'll figure it out on their own. Eventually. Probably.
But, even knowing there's apparently like fifty million different versions of the worlds they come from -- maybe even especially knowing that there are so many different versions -- it wouldn't make that much of a difference to her. She already obviously knows there's one where she's not nearly as alone in terms of family as she is in her own version. Her own version where things created by Tony Stark were the cause for taking away pretty much everyone and everything she cared about. There's a world where that didn't happen.]
No. [Yep, definitely crying. H a h a. This is fine.] And I apparently am from a later point in my timeline than I was before.
[ He gets it. Mainly because-- he feels the same. There are a lot of people telling him what he's going to do, who he's going to become. But Erik knows that whatever happens, he has a chance. To have a family. To have them grow up-- with or without him. Until they have their own families. And to him, that is beautiful. Worthwhile.
But he also has no idea what's happening right now oh god why. ]
It's alright, Wanda.
[ Softly, he tries to soothe her by tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and gently rubbing her back. Really, he didn't mean to make her cry. ]
[At least she's crying more because of it seems to be fine, here, and not out of being upset. Sooo.. more like emotions-are-dumb-and-also-overwhelming. But once he tells her it's alright and she takes a few seconds to get herself in the state of 'being slightly more composed'...] There's way too many versions of the world we come from, and somehow it's not as big of a deal to hear about multiple versions of myself that people have a lot of opinions on either way, or meet people that don't exist at all or yet in my version, as it is to see someone who, last I knew, has been dead for sixteen years.
[just drops that info right off the bat. as one does.]
I'm fine, I just. I've missed you. [a lot ok.] And I'm glad you're here.
[ Okay, so. They're definitely not from the same world because she can't be older than what, 20something, and if Charles says he's alive in ten years then-- oh. Well.
Bummer. That just might be a death sentence.
Seems like he might have moved back to Eastern Europe-- settled down, got away from it all. For a short time, to raise a family. And, honestly, thinking about it, whether he belongs in Wanda's world or Billy's world or neither: even just this puts him at ease. With or without him, life goes on. And even if the wars and sorrows and pain continues that he worked so hard to stop specifically for his children and grandchildren-- even then, he knows, that they are strong and resilient. They have more potential than he does, more people in their youths to help them along. They turned out okay. Isn't that the point?
He leans back a bit, just to look her in the eyes (Magda's eyes), to caress her cheek. ]
[She wouldn't complain about the fact that she is resilient, but she'd still trade anything back home to have had a family for longer than she did. At least here, she can have it in a way and not have to do that. Well. Until she may or may not pulled back home at some point. Where she's guessing she'll eventually die thanks to some Stark creation, because that's the family tradition in her universe apparently. See these conflicting thoughts and feelings here?]
Yeah. [She apparently sure does have a lot to tell. So, she agrees with a nod of her head in the direction of the couch in the living room area. They should probably sit somewhere comfortable and stop standing around.] Starting where, exactly? [Not like a starting point matters all that much in the long run because it's all a clusterfuck, basically. Pretty much everything she could possibly say. She doesn't even know where to start.]
[ Well, he doesn't have a preference for where in the story she begins. He has a feeling that she'll actually circle back, give him more of the story at a different time. Maybe in two, three times-- it's hard to summarize one's life in a single afternoon. And he's sure she has many details, many experiences to tell him. ]
If you want, you can start with your childhood.
[ Because... he kind of wants to hear about them. Her parents, the father who he's a ghost of, technically. Although, he knows for sure, if he had Wanda, he would have given up so much to lead a life of obscurity, anonymity, normality. He'd just want to provide for his family the best he could, raise them as he'd remembered from his own childhood. It seems he keeps missing his chance. ]
[She moves to retrieve a journal, opening it to the first page where a piece of sheet protector covers a picture that is taped onto the page. The picture is of a family -- two children and their parents. The children are Wanda and Pietro, nine years old. A year before the 'on' and 'slightly less on' (because it never was truly 'off') political unrest within Sokovia, and aggression from the U.S. and their other Western allies would become that much more personal to Wanda and Pietro, when shells would hit their apartment and turn both of them into orphans. She hands the open journal over to him.]
That's the only picture I have with me. [Well. It's also the only one she and Pietro had left, even back home. Her tone is slightly apologetic -- she wishes she had multiple albums here to pull out and flip through.] We lived in the capital city of Sokovia, Novi Grad, in a small apartment. [A capital city which .... also no longer exists because it was blown out of the sky roughly three weeks before she arrived here.] We were close, all of us. I remember one of my favorite things to do, was whenever you were making some food, I would always want to help. And I have not burnt anything in a very long time. [So she must have learned something.] I just. Suck at grocery shopping in a timely manner. [Which she laughs at.]
[ He looks at the picture like he's holding a sacred relic-- in a way, he is. He's holding a family heirloom, and though it postdates him, it's just as special as finding something of his parents' or grandparents' tucked away in an attic. He's silent for a long stretch of a minute, memorizing every detail. ]
You were so small.
[ They look happy, as far as they can be. And he can imagine-- how exciting, how nerve-wracking it must have been to see two healthy babies sprout into tall children in what probably seemed like no time at all.
Anyway, he closes the journal softly, and offers it back to her. That's right. She needs to eat. Something that doesn't come out of a package. ]
You almost let me forget that I'm supposed to feed you.
[She's done that countless times -- staring at the picture, trying to memorize details she hadn't before, even though that was pointless since she's had it memorized for the longest time. So she stays silent as he is, watching him do the same thing.]
Just don't let the tiny size trick you. I was still overflowing with all of the attitude that comes with being in this family. [She says with a small smile as she gently turns the journal over a couple of times in her hands.] I'm going to say that the distraction was worth it. [Because it was.]
[ He grips her shoulder, just briefly, and then moves towards the kitchen, food in tow, plenty of extra he plans to just leave at her place. Conveniently. With the containers. Conveniently, so she can keep eating semi-balanced meals, at least until they go bad (at which point he plans on having more convenient leftovers to impart on her.) ]
[She follows him into the kitchen.] Horoscope columnist, because someone thinks they're really hilarious, I guess. [She laughed at it, ok. Hasn't been here long enough to care about looking for something else, either.] What are you doing job-wise?
That's also hilarious. But yeah, a place with loads of metal in it would suit you better.
[100% legit tbh.]
Terrible. Your week finds you getting telekinetically shoved across the room by your daughter if you keep making clever comments like that about it. [Said with a straight face, even though she's joking. Well, it WOULD HAVE BEEN a straight face if once she finished speaking that sentence, she could have actually held back a rather amused half smile. But instead she fails.]
[She does the whole, pointing to her eyes and pointing to him, motion to try to play it up more, before fully breaking out into a laugh.] Well, people have gotten worse from me - like seeing their worst fears - so ... yeah I guess it is good.
[ He's just curious, not judgmental. But he's also arrogant enough to think he already knows his greatest fear - if she shows him, he's already confronted it. ]
Not something I do often. The last time I did it was when I was trying to fight the Avengers. Of course, Tony Stark got so scared by what he saw that he built an army of peacekeeping robots to try to make sure it never happened. Which promptly got buggy and tried to blow up the earth - by that point, Pietro and I were working with the Avengers to stop that from happening. [Another pause.]
During the last fight against the crazy robots, Pietro was killed. So, it's probably best I just not touch that ability for a while. As in, probably forever. [As easily as she blames Tony for the deaths of her family, she admittedly gets a little caught up on the fact Pietro's prooooobably could have been avoided if she hadn't fucked with Tony's head.]
You can't be held accountable for the actions of others.
[ He does feel sympathetic though, he has pretty terrible powers that can... go far, especially when emotions are involved. Though. He'd take down the robots.
Don't tell him about Days of Future Past. ]
I'm sorry about Pietro.
[ He assumes they were close, but... he'll let her talk about it only if she wants. ]
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Someone probably should mention that, yeaaah; she would if she knew for sure, but timeline shenanigans and whatnot make that hard to tell at first. Or, you know, instead of being told, they'll figure it out on their own. Eventually. Probably.
But, even knowing there's apparently like fifty million different versions of the worlds they come from -- maybe even especially knowing that there are so many different versions -- it wouldn't make that much of a difference to her. She already obviously knows there's one where she's not nearly as alone in terms of family as she is in her own version. Her own version where things created by Tony Stark were the cause for taking away pretty much everyone and everything she cared about. There's a world where that didn't happen.]
No. [Yep, definitely crying. H a h a. This is fine.] And I apparently am from a later point in my timeline than I was before.
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[ He gets it. Mainly because-- he feels the same. There are a lot of people telling him what he's going to do, who he's going to become. But Erik knows that whatever happens, he has a chance. To have a family. To have them grow up-- with or without him. Until they have their own families. And to him, that is beautiful. Worthwhile.
But he also has no idea what's happening right now oh god why. ]
It's alright, Wanda.
[ Softly, he tries to soothe her by tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and gently rubbing her back. Really, he didn't mean to make her cry. ]
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[just drops that info right off the bat. as one does.]
I'm fine, I just. I've missed you. [a lot ok.] And I'm glad you're here.
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Bummer. That just might be a death sentence.
Seems like he might have moved back to Eastern Europe-- settled down, got away from it all. For a short time, to raise a family. And, honestly, thinking about it, whether he belongs in Wanda's world or Billy's world or neither: even just this puts him at ease. With or without him, life goes on. And even if the wars and sorrows and pain continues that he worked so hard to stop specifically for his children and grandchildren-- even then, he knows, that they are strong and resilient. They have more potential than he does, more people in their youths to help them along. They turned out okay. Isn't that the point?
He leans back a bit, just to look her in the eyes (Magda's eyes), to caress her cheek. ]
Me too.
Now come on. You have a lot to tell me.
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Yeah. [She apparently sure does have a lot to tell. So, she agrees with a nod of her head in the direction of the couch in the living room area. They should probably sit somewhere comfortable and stop standing around.] Starting where, exactly? [Not like a starting point matters all that much in the long run because it's all a clusterfuck, basically. Pretty much everything she could possibly say. She doesn't even know where to start.]
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If you want, you can start with your childhood.
[ Because... he kind of wants to hear about them. Her parents, the father who he's a ghost of, technically. Although, he knows for sure, if he had Wanda, he would have given up so much to lead a life of obscurity, anonymity, normality. He'd just want to provide for his family the best he could, raise them as he'd remembered from his own childhood. It seems he keeps missing his chance. ]
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That's the only picture I have with me. [Well. It's also the only one she and Pietro had left, even back home. Her tone is slightly apologetic -- she wishes she had multiple albums here to pull out and flip through.] We lived in the capital city of Sokovia, Novi Grad, in a small apartment. [A capital city which .... also no longer exists because it was blown out of the sky roughly three weeks before she arrived here.] We were close, all of us. I remember one of my favorite things to do, was whenever you were making some food, I would always want to help. And I have not burnt anything in a very long time. [So she must have learned something.] I just. Suck at grocery shopping in a timely manner. [Which she laughs at.]
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You were so small.
[ They look happy, as far as they can be. And he can imagine-- how exciting, how nerve-wracking it must have been to see two healthy babies sprout into tall children in what probably seemed like no time at all.
Anyway, he closes the journal softly, and offers it back to her. That's right. She needs to eat. Something that doesn't come out of a package. ]
You almost let me forget that I'm supposed to feed you.
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Just don't let the tiny size trick you. I was still overflowing with all of the attitude that comes with being in this family. [She says with a small smile as she gently turns the journal over a couple of times in her hands.] I'm going to say that the distraction was worth it. [Because it was.]
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[ He grips her shoulder, just briefly, and then moves towards the kitchen, food in tow, plenty of extra he plans to just leave at her place. Conveniently. With the containers. Conveniently, so she can keep eating semi-balanced meals, at least until they go bad (at which point he plans on having more convenient leftovers to impart on her.) ]
What job have they assigned to you?
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[ Fucking glamorous, right? ]
I'm an Aquarius. How bad is my life going to be this week?
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[100% legit tbh.]
Terrible. Your week finds you getting telekinetically shoved across the room by your daughter if you keep making clever comments like that about it. [Said with a straight face, even though she's joking. Well, it WOULD HAVE BEEN a straight face if once she finished speaking that sentence, she could have actually held back a rather amused half smile. But instead she fails.]
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A fair price to pay. I'd say that was a good week.
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[ And he thought HE was mean... ]
...Often?
[ He's just curious, not judgmental. But he's also arrogant enough to think he already knows his greatest fear - if she shows him, he's already confronted it. ]
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During the last fight against the crazy robots, Pietro was killed. So, it's probably best I just not touch that ability for a while. As in, probably forever. [As easily as she blames Tony for the deaths of her family, she admittedly gets a little caught up on the fact Pietro's prooooobably could have been avoided if she hadn't fucked with Tony's head.]
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[ He does feel sympathetic though, he has pretty terrible powers that can... go far, especially when emotions are involved. Though. He'd take down the robots.
Don't tell him about Days of Future Past. ]
I'm sorry about Pietro.
[ He assumes they were close, but... he'll let her talk about it only if she wants. ]