Who: Wanda & Pietro What: A Danger Room session When: Current Where: Danger Room Warnings: TBD. Some language.
Wanda wasn't sure what stage of grief she was on, not unless there was a Very Pissed Off stage in the process that she'd failed to learn about. She was at a point where she was angry at herself for being sad and scared all the time, and she was angry at the men who had abused her and made her this way, and she was again mad at herself for allowing them to make her this way, and it just went on and on without very much focus except for that generalized sense of anger, and the righteous rage of loss from having her peace of mind and sense of security stolen from her. And that wasn't even counting the borrowed outrage from seeing how the same things had affected her new friends and roommates, as well as the other girls. Some of those girls that came with them after the Haven came to their rescue had ended up dying anyway because of all the horrors inflicted on them.
She wouldn't even get started on the nightmares. Those were the worst.
The only good thing to happen of late was that the strange bald man, who was apparently "daddy's" best friend (and boy, that was a can of worms she had successfully avoided opening this whole time), had helped her figure out some of the mystery of what her actual mutant abilities were. They were still finding ways to focus them and making them work, since the very nature of her powers were chaotic, and Xavier had a very organized, scientific mind. But with the aid of Cerebro, they were able to look into Wanda's own mind for answers and, after a lot of deductive reasoning, had come up with a few working theories that seemed sound.
She had started training with her powers as soon as she was allowed. When she had promised herself she would never be helpless again, she had meant it. Wanda had been taking lessons at the firing range, had been training in self-defense with an all-women group, and she had even gotten Danger Room privileges, even though she wasn't on any of the teams. She guessed having Magneto as a father did have some benefits. She almost felt bad for avoiding the man. Almost. But aside from everything else, she was still grieving her mom. She wasn't quite ready yet to admit a new parent, one she'd never known, into her life right this second. At least not while she was a mess. Maybe when she felt like she could stand on her own two feet a little.
Three of the robotic constructs lay at her feet. One was an inert rusted out husk, another was wobbling aimlessly as if all of its joints had suddenly lost cohesion, and the third looked like an iron trellis had mated with some sort of fungus. Or maybe some sort of fern. Weird. Very, very weird. Then again, the professor had described her ability as generating quantum probability waves. Wanda was hardly what one would consider stupid, but she was still not entirely sure she understood what that all meant.
At first, she had been creating these blasts when distressed, or even subconsciously while distracted. She was now learning to create them at will. However, she had no control over the end result, just like when she had made one of the bad men impotent, no matter how much Viagra he took, or when the guns had started going off or jamming respectively. Then there was the time where she had seen the scarlet glow of her powers at work just before the NYC subway she was on broke down smack in the middle of the underwater tunnel between Manhattan and the Bronx. In hindsight, she realized her powers had been active pretty much since Black Friday and the Flare happened. It was just that, with Pietro disappearing around that time and they all scrambling to keep the family together and fed, she hadn't had time to notice.