maggie maximoff

“Naw you look pretty tough.” After all, the magic swirling around them kinda screamed about her badassary. The control alone was impressive, but the power too? Annie would be jealous if she wasn’t so fucking thankful for the timely intervention. It was this wasn’t the begging of a beneficial beautiful friendship, she didn’t know what was. “Complicated is my middle name.” Actually she didn’t have a middle name but she was sure Maggie got the gist of what she implied. “The Scarlet Witch.” Annie mused the title, she’d heard about it somewhere before but her memory failed her on where. “So that sounds fuckin awesome.” It really did, she wasn’t bullshitting the other girl. “So does that make you the Emeralds Witch?” She asked, only to take a second longer to process her words. “Hold a sec, did you say created? Did I hear that right?” Holy shit. 

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“You’re correct,” Maggie drawled, shrugging. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “This won’t last much longer,” she warned. They had been standing here for quite a long time, after all. She could never hold this as long as her mother could -- although, to be fair, that was ostensibly forever. She snorted lightly. “An interesting choice on your parents’ part,” she quipped. She shrugged again. “I’m not a witch, my mother is,” she said. She smiled faintly. “Yes, you did,” she said. “She created me from chaos magic. It isn’t the first time she’s done it, either. There were two brothers before me.”

“i’m sure you won’t try to hard.” he told her with a wink. he knew what he was talking about since he knew maggie since they were kids, parents friendship he’d say. “you are not wrong, that’s where trusting our instincts come.” he replied.

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Maggie let out a rare laugh, the sound quiet and brief but a laugh nonetheless. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” she said, smirking over at him and shaking her head. She gave a little shrug. “I suppose so,” she said. “We don’t really have a choice. We’re here together.”

Riley blinked as she realised that the other girl had noticed her presence. “Oh, sorry - I didn’t mean to disturb you…I just came back to see if this is where I left one of my textbooks and I’d just never seen anything like that before” she explained with a sheepish grin. “I mean that was - that was insane” she went on to say, shaking her head. She’d seen a lot of powers in use, especially since coming to study here but not all were as impressive as hers. “I’m Riley, I’m a second year”

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Maggie shrugged as the girl spoke. “I haven’t seen it,” she said. “But it may be around here somewhere.” A faint smile touched her lips as another shrug lifted her shoulders. “I’m guessing that’s a compliment, so thank you,” she said. She glanced over at her. “Magda Maximoff,” she said. “But I prefer Maggie. I’m a first year.” She glanced around. “What book are you looking for?” she said. “I could help you find it.” She felt a small pang of regret -- the offer could easily be misconstrued for friendship -- but the words were out of her mouth now. And unfortunately her powers weren’t quite as strong as her mother’s, so she couldn’t erase the moment.

״great – i’ll put my interested face on.” he joked as he crossed his arms and looked at her. ״of course– who am i to judge that, but it is hard to trust that’s all.” he said with a shrug.

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A faint smile touched her lips as Theo spoke. “Thank you, I’ll try to be interesting,” she said dryly. She shrugged. “I suppose that’s fair,” she said. “But trust is a rare thing anyway, for good or bad people.”

“ that’s such a weak defense.” Maggie rolled her eyes as she spoke. Training modules were so boring, and she had to assume everyone felt that way -- even if one didn’t grow up regularly using the practice rooms at a certain school for mutants. Or gifted youngsters, although she’d always loathed that phrase. It made them all sound like Mousketeers. She sent an orb of chaos magic toward one of the robots the school was using to train students -- maybe an Engineering student had made it? -- and watched as the magic infused the mechanisms, turning them red. Maggie clenched a fist before spreading her fingers apart, the robot exploding outward into tiny pieces of machinery in time with the motion. She glanced at the girl watching. “Can I help you?”

״maybe they are just lonely.” theo replied with a shrug. “if that help we can pretend to have some sort of deep conversation and than no one will get think of talking to us.” theo offered with a smile. “the bar low anyways. we’re going to school with villains. not that i have a problem with it but i do not understand how we forgive so easily.” 

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Maggie shrugged. “Well, I’m not, so they can bother someone else,” she said, although that wasn’t true. Not that she would ever admit otherwise out-loud. She couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as he spoke. “Fine, we’ll protect each other,” she said, with a dry little chuckle. She snorted softly. “Yes, well, everyone has their reasons, don’t they?” she said. “It seems right to them.”

“ lights are gonna go off in 3… 2… 1… huh. would you look at that. no lights.” Maggie glanced over at Ren after she spoke, her eyes narrowing in the dark. “You know, it’s really bugging me that you can see me clear as day,” she said. “Or at least close enough.” She waved a hand, sending glowing spheres of scarlet into each corner of the room, bathing the space in a ruby radiance. “I wonder what happened,” she said, peering out of the window into the darkening evening. “It doesn’t look like the power went out anywhere else.” ​

theo looked around, and sighed. she wasn’t wrong they were superhero’s children after all– all their intention is to make a  ‘ peaceful ‘ world. “ i think they’re just trying to be friendly maggie.” he said letting out a giggle. “ just nodded offer a smile and move away. that’s what i do.” he said doing exactly what he just said and laying his arm over her back and taking her with him. “ you are a hero if you’d like it or not.” 

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Maggie couldn’t help but pout. “They need to be less friendly,” she said grumpily. “Do I look like I want people to talk to me?” She gestured at her own face, which wore a cross expressio, one that wasn’t particularly unusual for her. She snorted. “Why?” she said. “Because I haven’t tried to take over the world yet? That’s a pretty low bar.”

“Hey you’re listening to me right now,” She grinned cheekily. “Who’s to say I won’t corrupt you?” Not that Annie had any intention of corrupting anyone, but she put it out there anyway. She was capable, and it was better for Maggie to know then not to. “Reading minds, sounds like the worst honestly.” Annie was grateful that her powers hadn’t come with that tidbit. Would have sucked. “Agreed, I feel for your friend. Sucks for her.” She meant that as kindly as she could. “Chaos magic, sounds witchy.” And cool, but Annie didn’t add that part. “Hey I’ve got time, and I like a good story.”

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Another faint smile graced Maggie’s lips. “You could try,” she said. “I’m tougher than I look, believe me.” She glanced over at Annie as the girl spoke, shrugging. “It’s less of a friendship, more of an…extended family sort of thing,” she said. “Or extended family friends, really. It’s a little complicated.” She shrugged. “But yes, you’re right about one thing. I don’t think I could stand being able to read minds.” A soft soft fell from Maggie’s lips, and she shrugged. “My mother is the Scarlet Witch,” she said. “She can manipulate every shred of reality at her whim. So she did.” She gestured at herself. “And created me from just longing and loneliness.”

closed:❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜ theo asked politely. he couldn’t put his finger but there was something wrong with maggie, and he knows her since they were little. their mothers were always together somehow and that’s how they met. “for real maggie, what’s wrong?” @maggiemaximoff​

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“Nothing,” Maggie said stubbornly, her jaw jutting forward in a mulish fashion. She glanced over at him, her lips pressing together for a moment. “I hate being around all these people,” she said. “They’re so…” She paused, trying to find the right word. “Nice,” she said, with a huff. “Most of them, anyway. They seem to think I’m a hero. And I’m not.”

“Hm.” Annie mused the words the other girl had offered her. “Do you feel corrupted?” She asked bluntly. Cause it appeared to her, even acknowledging that her powers were corrupt-worthy meant she couldn’t be very corrupted. The corrupted don’t acknowledge that they are corrupted. “Maggie, can do.” She agreed to it. Magda had a sticky tone to it that Annie didn’t prefer. She couldn’t blame Maggie for wanting a different name. “Man if it was thoughts too I’d be fucked. Nope, just feelings which is more then enough.” She responded. “And what about you? They have a name for all your magic stuff? Or just uh, magic stuff?”

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Maggie smiled faintly. “No,” she said. “But I don’t really talk to anyone. They can’t corrupt me if I’m not even listening to them.” She gave a little dry laugh. “I know a girl who can read minds,” she said. “She’s Jean Grey’s daughter. My mother can read minds, too. Fortunately that little tidbit of power skipped me. That always seemed like it would be awful.” She chuckled softly once again, glancing at Annie. “Chaos magic,” she said. “It’s what I have, and it’s where I came from.” Maggie offered a faint, crooked smile. “But that’s a very long story.”

Amante waited until Maggie had on the glasses before he started welding. “That I did. I already know how to hold my own in a fight. But there’s no way I’d have access to the resources I have here. Plus, there was more of a chance of me getting in on engineering than agent. I’m ordinary.” he shrugged. “She was having comfort issues. I also used some vibranium compounds to make it stronger and lighter for her.” he explained. “I think I work more on improvements for her than any of my own work.” he sighed but smiled. It was worth It for his friend to be comfortable.

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Maggie couldn’t help but snort softly as he spoke. “This isn’t ordinary for most people,” she said, gesturing at the array of tools and technology on the table. “Besides, ordinary can definitely be underrated.” She swirled a hand lazily through the air, turning her palm up, so that a scarlet glow bloomed in her palm. “Then again, if my mother was ordinary, I wouldn’t exist.” She considered this for a minute before she shrugged. “I suppose that would be a bad thing.” She let the power in her hand disperse. Glancing over at Amante, she smiled faintly. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,” she said. “It’s real world application, to say the least.”

Annie snorted. Emotions are too much. “Tell me about it.” She’d buried under emotions her whole life, like a mole hill of little hands grabbing her and tugging her hair at every turn. They never let her go until she got seeped into them all. The worst part of it all, were they were hardly ever her own. Nothing she felt was deep enough to block out other’s, there was only one thing that could. Not that LKU would ever give her the chance again. “Sounds pretty rad I think, with those type of powers.” The power to protect yourself, block out the noise, Annie was envious. “Everyone needs a good handful now and then, keeps things interesting.” She spoke and then offered her hand. “I’m Annie.” Her mind was hazy on if they exchanged names before, people were too many, but it felt worthwhile to give it a second go. 

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Maggie gave a little shrug, smiling faintly but without much humor. “It comes with its own drawbacks,” she said, her tone a little dry. “Absolute power corrupts absolutely, or whatever they say.” She glanced over at the other young woman as she introduced herself. “Magda,” she said. “But I prefer Maggie.” Magda was so…heavy, for so many reasons. For one thing, it sat on the tongue like molasses, thick and unyielding. And for another, it was the name of a mother long lost -- a grandmother that Maggie had never met, and could never meet. Maggie was lighter. Maggie was hers. She shook the other girl’s hand as Annie offered it to her. “I suppose you’re an empath?” she said. “Is it thoughts, too, or only emotions?”

@lkustart​ 

Valentina looked over at the couple, shrugging before going back to the mirror in her hand. She twirled a curl in her hair, redefining the twist. “Oh don’t be such a prude. What are you 60? They’re just making out. Who cares? They’re young and they won’t be that way forever. Why not take .” she shrugged. “Haven’t you ever been in love?”

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Maggie glanced over at the other girl, arching an eyebrow. “I’m not a prude if I don’t want to witness them swapping saliva,” she said. “Wouldn’t they be more comfortable somewhere else, anyway? They could get splinters like this.” She shrugged at the stranger’s question. “No,” she said simply. “What makes you think it’s love? It’s probably just hormones.”

“You do?” Annie didn’t fully believe it, which wasn’t any indication of the girl before her. Rather, she struggled to believe anyone. Every word felt like an intricate lie, survival mode was 24/7 and recalling that she was in a relatively safe environment was not something that came easily to her. “I don’t scare easily.” She told the other girl. “I get annoyed easily,” Overwhelmed too. “But fear isn’t usually a thing for me. Unless it isn’t mine.” Annie admitted. “I… get that.” Wearing thin was something she knew all too well about. “Power could be hella lot when it wants to be.” Especially when it didn’t have an off switch. 

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Maggie smiled faintly and shrugged. “Emotions are too much,” she said simply. She did her best to bury her own. She felt the other woman would understand. A faint snort fell from her lips as the other woman spoke. “I understand that,” she told her. “People are annoying even when you’re not an empath.” Another soft smile touched her lips. “I’ve never known anything but this,” she said. “I wasn’t one of those people whose powers came to her later in life. I was just born able to do this.” She supposed that sounded like bragging, but it wasn’t. “I was a handful,” she added, with another brief quirk of her lips. “To say the least.”