𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 // ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ

“if we need it,” steve confirmed with a soft smile – he didn’t mind walking, any time they took was time spent with her. “how it that going? learning with strange? he seems like the guy to be able to help.” he didn’t really know a whole lot about stephen strange personally, but he’d seen him in the battle and all the help he was able to provide then. and for all of wanda’s exceptional power, he knew she’d be more comfortable in learning control. he let out a quiet laugh, glancing at the notepad. “i think my profession was pretty set in stone a long time ago – or ice, i don’t know.” he attempted to joke. “but thank you, it’s really just a hobby now.” his shoulders shrugged, the thought of making something for her made him smile, though. “absolutely, i’d love to – no payment needed, but i wouldn’t turn down your cooking any day of the week anyway.”  he tried to pretend he didn’t flush a shade of light pink at the compliment. his hand turned in hers to hold it carefully as he stood. “would you like to start walking?”

“it is... going,“ wanda confirmed with a bit of a head duck, allowing a small laugh to escape her. “stephen is a... good teacher, strict and kind where it counts, not entirely the best with patience but i have enough for us both so that is okay,” she joked, giving steve a small shrug before standing and moving to be beside him. “then it is settled, i will cook and you will make me something pretty,” she grinned, leaning down to wrap her hands around his arm to help pull him up, “yes, let us go.” she gave a bit of a laugh as she started to pull him along and heading out. glancing around them, she smiled at the scenery and looked back up at him - finding it kind of endearing with their height differences. “this place is lovely, we should... do this more often.” she stated before finding herself tacking into a different thought and turning to look ahead of herself, “what happened at the halloween party?”

Wanda wasn’t in the Sanctum, and Stephen could just bet that she’d gone looking for trouble. They’d progressed far with her magic studies, but he still felt that she wasn’t ready. 

And maybe he also worried for the other side.

His fears turned out to be very much founded when he portalled in in time to watch Wanda throw someone into the ground, smashing glass. “Wanda!” he yelled, making his way hurriedly over to the fallen figure and breathing a sigh of relief when he found a pulse. “What are you doing? You could have killed him!”

there was little in the sense of regret as she watched the bodies fall to the floor among the shattered broken glass. blood spilled from some of their wounds as her eyes continued to glow the darkened red as her powers flowed through her.

the only inclination that stopped her from throwing stephen through the wall was hearing him call her name. with a gasp, she flung herself back and shockwaved the remaining power she held out of her and expelled it, sending it bursting upward towards the upper levels of the building before turning to look at him, eyes green once more.

“stephen?“ she asked, barely above a whisper as she began to shake - her gaze slowly going over the destruction and loss she’d caused. “i... didn’t me, is he dead? is he not? i... i’m sorry.“ she stated, taking a step towards the older sorcerer. “i am so sorry.“

she’d gotten to the ground floor when she came face to face with essex’s guards. “i will only ask you this once, please move or i shall move you myself.” red began to color her eyes as her magic danced around her finger tips. seeing someone on the other side of the glass, she whispered to them mentally that she needed out of there - and she can distract.

”you will not move? okay, have it your way.” in one swift action she flung chaotic energy at them, sweeping them over into suspension in the air before slamming them down to knock them out and shattering the glass front. ”sorry, i should have left myself to distracting them - did you hear the message too?” @earthstarters​

It was always difficult to realize the other versions of himself aren’t as forgiving. He doesn’t believe in pushing anyone away, that you should do everything in your power to take care of others whether they’re mutant or not. Scott doesn’t know why the OTHER SCOTT’S in the multiverse struggle with that, but he was happy to be the more accepting version. He does certainly have a kind heart — not afraid for letting that be known. He smiles as they talk. “I think it helps seeing the shapes, I try to make it enjoyable, but I think the kids enjoy Geometry more than ALGEBRA.” No offense to Bobby.

His shoulders shrug, what happened at the party wasn’t a shock since Scott has been through several disaster situations in his lifetime. He has seen the worst of what humanity is capable of, and yet still has hope for everyone being able to coexist someday. “Well that sounds awful too, did everyone make it out alright?” Scott mirrors her smile, listening to the various titles given to him. “Wanda — that’s a pretty name. They also call me Cyclops or Professor Summers but you can just stick with Scott. I do hope we can be friends.”

“algebra.. ick,“ she stated before giving a bit of a laugh, leaning back in her chair as she looked over at scott. “they did, yes - many of us pulled together to help to ensure the safety of everyone, including the people who worked for the host,” she’d forgotten his name - momentarily deciding it wasn’t important enough to try to remember anyway. “i do know who you are - and you may know who my father is though i will say he worked in smaller circles here than he did in other worlds, he is magneto?” she asked, raising a brow and wondering if scott did know of him and if scott hated him as other scotts had.

but something had told her that he didn’t and that even if her father was still a mutant to fear and to be wary of, that forgiveness came easier for him. “but thank you, i think scott is a pretty name too,” she responded giving him a brightened smile. “i... have to confess that i can see multiple versions of realities at any given moment - so i know you, or of you, in various many different ways. but this version? the one from my world? i like you.”

    after the events of that night, kent had locked himself inside the tower of fate for a few days to think about what his own fate would look like. forcing  himself to look into the variables instead of avoid them as he’d been doing until the present moment, in fear of what could happen. he was now more in sync with what was to come, but also even more reluctant towards the uncertainty of things. at the moment he stepped out of his domain into that earth, teleporting himself to that alley near his favorite cafe, that same strange but warm feeling from the other night hit the magician. it had to be her. with a snap of his fingers he tracked the source, looking over to that direction and locking eyes with the wielder of chaos magic.  “wanda. it is also nice to see you here.”  he replied with a smile.  “i was heading to this cafe down this street… would you like to come along?”

he had fascinated wanda for so long that it was surprising to her that she’d only known him for such a short period of time. chaos and order - two sides of the same coin and as simple as it sounded, she knew the complexities of what it meant for them to meet each other. still, as dangerous as it was that they were in contact - she didn’t care. and maybe that was what made her the most dangerous - that she didn’t care and that it fed right into her being. chaos. insanity. danger. smiling and coming back from the fold, she snapped her attention towards him when he said her name, “i would love to - do they have good tea?” she asked - wondering if this place was a good enough balance to what she needed to stay on the line. “do you think it dangerous that we meet? or are you not afraid of our powers being so close?”

laura’s head tilts to the side slightly, a brow raised as she listened to the other speak and introduce herself. “yes, i’m from another world. your father…?” she trailed off, before connecting the dots upon hearing the name ‘scarlet witch’. “magneto. yes, they know each other. i don’t believe they always get along, but…” she trailed off, laughing softly. “my father has a bit of a temper. or perhaps ‘bit’ is an understatement. anger runs in the family.” she added, before pausing for a moment. “you’re… from this world, right? not mine.“ another pause. “it’s nice to meet you,” she says, giving her a smile as she holds her hand out to the other. “my name is laura.”

wanda knew immediately that she should have been more specific about her origins - that just because she said her name that it didn’t necessarily mean they knew her father’s by relation. still she was relieved when the other woman had placed the two clues together and gave a short nod to show she was correct. ”yes, magneto is my father - and yours is the wolverine. i have seen you both in many time lines.” some not so great as the others - but there wasn’t much use in explaining that to the woman. ”i am, yes - the one from yours, i have been told that she has passed, i am sorry.” why she was sorry she didn’t know. ”laura, a very pretty name - can i... buy you lunch?”

Dick was thankful for the familiar voice, considering he’d felt very awkward talking to Gordon just a few minutes ago when Babs was his girlfriend now and his boss was literally her dad. Heh. Girlfriend. It felt nice to finally be able to say that. He turned to face Wanda, giving her a smile that was- definitely wider than normal, so he knew she’d probably feel all that happiness pouring off of him, “I just got here, so, techincally, yes” he held up a file he’d been handed, “but case files can wait. What do you need? Is something wrong?” he held the door to the GCPD open for her, so they could go to his desk and not talk outside in the cold.

      wanda was relieved to hear that she’d found the correct police department and that her friend, the detective, was here. “then i was lucky and arrived just in time,” wanda added giving him a broadened smile. “i would say no that nothing is wrong, but we don’t really know - i feel a lot of things in this reality are changing, shifting - it disturbs me so...” she started and trailed off before sighing, “but no, that is not why i came here to talk, i just wanted to see you again and see how you are doing, i hope you are well?” wanda actually cared for him, he was kind to her, sweet - and a friend. she didn’t have a lot of them and she was truthfully glad to have him. “is the commissioner alright?”

he has to smile as she approaches and sits across from him – he could recognize the hint of nervousness in her movement, because he felt the same. steve let out a breath of relief as she agreed to go for the walk with him. “perfect, i think we might even be able to get around without being recognized for a little while if we get into the city – new york, everyone’s always too busy to lift their heads.” he offers with a quiet chuckle. sometimes it was easier to hide in the largest of places, plus steve enjoyed the familiarity of new york. mostly though, he was grateful for time spent with her. it gave him ground, a humanity he wasn’t often allowed when a mission was at hand. steve glanced down to the paper at the series of doodles. “oh – uh, yeah. well, i used to. not as much lately, this isn’t much really. it just gives me something to focus on.” he thought about it for a moment before sliding the paper over to her so she could better see it. “i was a scrawny kid, figured i had to be good at something.”

      wanda still couldn’t quite believe that she, a woman from a small eastern european country would find herself on a date with steve rogers. holding her smile she listened to him talk, nodding along in full agreement to his date ideas. “i have learned some magic from doctor strange, i know how to move us from one place to another if it is needed -“ she added, before shrugging and turning her attention to his doodle. ”you’re very good - you could do this professionally if you wanted to, you know that right?” she asked as she looked up and met his gaze - fascinated beyond belief that he was so incredibly talented. ”you should draw me something some day.” she teased before reaching over and placing her hand over his. ”i will pay you in food. home cooked food.” she watched him further, running her thumb along the top of his hand. ”you are amazing.”

There was ONE THING that seemed to be obvious when the different universes started to merge together — Scott discovered how different the other version of himself is. They share a name, but the origin they come from wasn’t the same. He won’t ever forget OR forgive Sinister for what he did to him all those years growing up with his weird obsession over him. He at least was thankful the OTHER HIM was spared from the fate. Scott also discovered that he was more kind, but regardless hopes that anyone knowing the more HARSH VERSION can come around to see this. He pulls out of his deep thoughts, ones that are reflected on too often.

The mutant looks down at the lesson plans spread out on the table. He gathers the papers together and shoved them into a folder. Scott smiles when a Wanda approaches. “You didn’t scare me at all — it’s fine. I was just planning some Geometry homework for the week.” He paused for a moment. “I WAS at the party. I got the pleasure of having Oswald prepare a display case to put my body in. Are you alright? I’m Scott Summers, by the way.”

      wanda smiled at the thought - scott summers was still a teacher here - though given by his initial reaction to her, he was kind, forgiving, and seemingly someone who she could find herself getting along with. he was the exception and not the rule of scott’s that wanda had faced in the multiverses she saw into. “geometry,” she repeated giving a short little laugh, “i was never good at maths, but geometry, shapes made sense.”

      giving a nod, wanda glanced away from him before making a grimace at his description of what he faced at the party. “that is awful, i am so sorry - ” she started before pausing, “i was in the main room with the people... some were poisoned and the commissioner? i believe? he had been kidnapped.” giving him an aloof smile she shrugged before nodding to him, “i know... i mean, i’m wanda, wanda maximoff - scarlet witch, or avenger - you may choose.“