Mutant. She knew this word, but not as Erik used it. Was this what she was? She remembered Captain America saying that there were enhanced in the field, a generic term that seemed to say something and yet nothing at all. As if every experiment that had been derived after had him had been in pursuit of the re-creation of him. But she was something else. Her brother was something else.
And if this was all to be believed, they weren't alone. In so many other worlds, they had people who were like them. Billy had so, and now Erik did too. What had happened in their world to make it so that she and Pietro were so solitary? That it was them against the Avengers, them against HYDRA, them against Ultron.
"They took me from him," Wanda said, a confession of sorts, because she had never spoken of just how deeply her hatred for the scientists at HYDRA had festered. Not even to Pietro, because she had assumed her pain was mirrored in him, that he was tormented by that well that had divided him.