Wanda Maximoff (infrared) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-01-05 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannah, wanda maximoff |
She's greeted with the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. It's a familiar scene, her bedroom at the Avengers facility in New York where she'd trained day after day to become stronger and more in control of her abilities. She missed her time there and missed the people she knew and cared for. The ones that knew her for her and not because of some stories they'd heard passed down or in another lifetime that she didn't remember. As the scene comes into focus, Wanda feels more at ease, more at home as she wanders into the common room where Pietro is standing next to Vision making some silly and exaggerated remark. He greets her with a smile when she enters, eyes so full of life and adoration for his younger sister that makes her heart swell. She doesn't feel as if she's missed him or that he's been gone for so long. This is just another normal day for the Avengers.
"There she is," Pietro says with a grin. "I was beginning to wonder if you would sleep all day." "No, that is normally what you do the day after Steve and Natasha make us train for more than two hours. You need more sleep than a bear during winter." "I have to stock up on my energy to run somehow." Vision turns his head to the side almost in confusion but more like he knows he's meaning to be funny. "That's what you said at lunch when you had triple portions." Wanda laughs and reaches over to pat her brother's stomach lightly before moving towards the stove herself to see what's someone has been cooking for dinner. As she does, something in the room changes and she feels an internal shift. The external shift is obvious when she looks up and sees herself in a completely different room. One that she's never seen before in her life yet she almost feels at home. And also, very small. "Peter, clean up your sister and take her upstairs for bed, please." The voice is a woman's she doesn't recognize but at the same time feels like home. A young boy with grayish white hair with goggles on top of his head walks over to where she's sitting on the floor and picks her up. It's then that she notices that she's only a child. "Time for bed, little sis." She feels sleepy suddenly and rests against him as he takes her up the stairs to her room. She fits snugly in his arms, and there's a sense of peace about him that calms her and makes her feel safe. When she's changed into a nightgown and into bed, he tells her a funny joke to make her laugh and pulls up the covers to her chin. The light is switched off and she then pulls the covers above her head and closes her eyes to sleep. Seconds later she's suddenly filled with utter devastation. Her mind is spinning in a hundred different directions and she feels as if every nerve in her body is on alert. She's overstimulated yet withdrawn and engulfed in despair. She's only ever able to focus on two small faces. Two young dark-haired boys. Boys that aren't real. Boys that are gone. She hears two voices and looks up to see an older Pietro standing and whispering with a man that seems to be familiar. Family. Pietro is whispering how the X-Men want to kill her. She doesn't even care. It's later that Pietro is sitting with her on the bed, holding her hand and telling her that it's okay. That she can make it better, make everyone so much happier. So she does, and everything is alright again. For a while. There's a flash and when she opens her eyes, Wanda is standing on the edge of a balcony looking out into the horizon of the sea. She stands tall over the rest of the island and smiles as she watches a group of young mutants playing near one of the beaches. This is home. She's happy here, but she also knows that the feeling is temporary. So much is happening here and on the mainland. She and her sister forced their father to leave the island after his destructive plan was revealed to use the attack to put the blame on the humans. She along with her sister with her vibrant green hair and smiling face felt betrayed. Pietro had left with him. There was a war on the horizon, but instead she focused on the happy children by the beach. Now instead of a beach she's sitting in a small apartment in the middle of a crowded city. There's the delicious smell of food coming from the kitchen. The sound of soft music on the radio being interrupted by two male voices bickering over how best to set up a new piece of furniture. When she enters the living room, she sees her mother watching the two Maximoff men in amusement, so Wanda sits down next to her and they watch the spectacle together. The twins are leaving for college in the morning, and Wanda suddenly doesn't want to go. She leans against her mother and rests her head on her shoulder. She's home. Why would she ever want to leave? Waking up suddenly from a dream was sometimes jarring, but Wanda simply opened her eyes. This was the second night in a row she'd had similar dreams of other lives. Moments she thought might be real, moments she thought perhaps she had wished for, and others that were so unusual yet familiar to her all the same. They felt like moments from another life, another time and place. Some of the dreams, though, made Wanda's heart ache. Her parents. Her brother. Two brothers. Two sons? Most of it didn't make sense, but she held onto the pieces that did. Maybe if she focused on those hard enough one or two would come true. So many strange things happened here, so why couldn't dreams come true? Just like the little girl with the brother she didn't truly remember, Wanda pulled the covers up above her head and tried to find sleep again. It was hard to decide if she wanted the dreams to come back or stay away. Maybe the heartache would be worth seeing them again. *Note: Dream snippets are taken from various canons (X-Men Movies, House of M, Wolverine and the X-Men) and a couple of AUs thrown in for good measure. |