Who: Wanda Maximoff and OTA When: Wed. afternoon Where: Central Park What: Trying to blend
Wanda wore a simple skirt in a rust color, it circled her ankles and the soft red wedges that tied there. Her hair she left down in a mess of waves that she never could get completely straight, an off the shoulder peasant blouse that flowed down to her hips and ended in delicate lace. In another life, another time, she would have been perfectly happy to lead a quiet life. Happy to sing in a house or garden she tended, a husband to welcome home, and children to care for. Oh she had learned it was not what women wanted here. They were supposed to want so much more, to be equal, to be working, to have it all. She didn't understand that. Why could she not be content in a life more simple? Why would she not be an equal? Simply because she did not want to struggle to find a balance doing things she did not want to simply because she could. Should you have to do things simply because you can?
In the end it didn't matter. She was here because she was saved. From herself, from those that couldn't understand that she had truly meant no harm. Out of loyalty, first for saving her and her brother's life, then out of a surprising familial loyalty, she stayed. She was never completely sure it was so hard, they were so different. Yet too often, she had been proven wrong. She walked through the park now and it seemed to make no difference. Of course you couldn't always tell by look. You couldn't point out the mutants from the humans. Not yet. If they had their way, humans would make it mandatory to wear something showing you were a mutant. So while she watched. People eating lunch, flirting, playing with their families, enjoying the nature oasis in the middle of a busy city, she knew that it wouldn't be in this life that she'd get to just live.