Wanda had been restless. Every day brought her a little bit of further away from her past. None of her things had arrived with her. The clothes she was wearing had been created by her. There was nothing there to connect her to what had once been. Tommy and Billy. Vision. Pietro. They only ever visited her in her dreams. And those were becoming fewer. She had hoped that the Darkhold could help her find a way to get her family back. That she would finally have the key to understand her powers. This thing that rendered her different. That had given her the possibility to change reality and yet mostly brought her pain. Vision's death would forever be burned into her memory. And in a way being on this station was weirdly soothing. The empty halls visualised what she felt inside. She had only been a mother for a few days but it had left an imprint on her like nothing else.
Red swirls surrounded her hand as her feet carried her towards the cafe. She couldn't sleep so she would start to prepare for the next day. Her thoughts, however, were not with the baking. They were with the chance she had lost. She tried to recall the glimpses she had gained of the Darkhold. They weren't much. She remembered themes but not details. So once again, she had to learn on her own, had to see what of the seminars she could use. Only there was no one here who was quite like her. She held her powers back during them. Only wielded them to the extend that they were needed. She did not wish people to fear her. But she did not wish to hide either.
She wasn't alone when she entered the food court. Someone else had already taken a place and was eating a sandwich. "Steven?" she asked. The red swirls vanished as she stepped towards the man. "Are you up late or early?"