Home was Genosha. The people. My friends. A family. I know it wasn't a great place. I know I wasn't a great person. But it was mine. And I thought I was helping to make a safer world.
Home was with Tony. And the Avengers. They showed us what the world really was, and gave us a knew start. It's where 'we' really became 'I', and our separate lives started.
Home was New York. America. This place were you could chose. Where good and bad sometimes got mixed up, but there was less pretending.
Home was with Wick. Learning to live with another person, one who didn't understand everything in your head, because they weren't there from the start. The fighting. The good nights.
And now Home is here. With my Maggie. Most of us didn't chose to be here, but we've chosen to make it something good. We're making our own world, and we're trying not to make the same mistakes. We won't let him control us. We won't let them suppress us.
I don't know what else it out there,...who else is out there. But I don't know if I can leave this place now. I've made it my home. We all have. And we're going to fight for it.