Who: Wanda Maximoff NPCs: Guards, Erik Lensherr When: 19th March, 2009 Where: Lewisburg, Pennsylvania: Lewisburg Federal Penitentiary What: Erik gets a visit. This time, it's from his real daughter and not Mystique in disguise. Rating: PG
When the guard told him to keep back from the door of his plastic bubble, Erik didn't stir from his sitting position at his table. He merely took off his glasses and folded them over the cover of the novel he had been reading. A green apple sat next to the book, but the rest of the table remained bare save for a small flat box opposite of him.
Looking up expectantly, he saw the pathway extend from the guards' station as a red headed woman began her approach. His lips curled up in a small smile that would have looked friendly on his face, had it not been for the calculating look in his eye. Mystique had told him enough, had shown him enough, to know who was coming to see him.
Wanda. His daughter.
It still marveled him that he hadn't been able to pick up on the resemblance to her mother right away, when Mystique had first visited him. But it was so obvious now to know whose daughter this woman was. He did not stand, only arched a brow and gestured to the empty chair across him, when she finally entered the room.