Wanda Maximoff

She cracks up at that. “You know what. I fully believe that would inspire fear too. I can just hear them now. “Isn’t that the crazy witch with the reality bending powers? The one who was an avenger for a bit? She’s Magneto’s kid?”” Wanda speaks for the imaginary person in a very bad Scottish accent.

She settles down as she feels his mood shift and focuses on the picture. She accepts it from him. Her chipped black nail polish frames the picture as she holds it reverently, delicately in her hands.

"I do recall and it was certainly a choice." He shook his head in mock disapproval. "I believe you are correct in saying would still inspire fear though I suspect your impression would frighten them more than your powers ever could."

The teasing lingered only a moment before his attention returned to the photograph cradled carefully in her hands.

Erik watched Wanda study the photograph rather than the photograph itself. Somehow, seeing it through her eyes made it feel new again.

A soft smile touched his lips. "She would have argued with you for saying so." There was warmth in his voice. "She insisted she was entirely ordinary." His thumb absently brushed the empty sleeve in his wallet where the picture had rested.

"She would have adored you." There wasn't a hint of doubt in his voice. "And not just because you were her child." A gentle smile crossed his face.

"No, she would have loved that you laugh with your whole heart, that you argue when you think someone or something is wrong, because you love people more deeply than is sometimes wise."

He paused before adding with quiet amusement, "And because, despite all evidence to the contrary, you somehow still believe there is good left in the world."

She shakes her head as if to clear it like an etch-a-sketch.

Wanda gives him a little elbow to the ribs for mocking her accent. It’s playful.

Then she settles, looking at the picture again.

“Anyone with the powers I have would want to have a bit of ordinary…” she whispers longingly.

“When has there ever been wisdom in love papa?” She glances over at him arching a brow.

“There is. There is the good we make. They may hate and fear us. But the only thing we can control is our own actions. We can make them see the good… most of them… some of them anyways.” She allows.

The mention of Pietro earned a sigh that was equal parts exasperation and affection. "Your brother has spent his entire life believing the universe is his audience." He smirked. "And I have indulged him, but if he ever tried to leave this house dressed like that, I would have reminded him that even if he is an adult he is still my child and will dress accordingly"

He rubbed his side dramatically where Wanda had elbowed him. "Oh, so violence against your elderly father is acceptable now?" His expression softened again as she spoke of ordinary. "No," he said quietly. "It isn't."

His gaze drifted toward the window. "Ordinary is a luxury people like us seldom receive." He looked back at her.

Then she spoke of goodness.

Of peace...

Of him...

And Erik was silent for a long while. "I have done things I cannot undo," he admitted at last. "Things I believed were necessary." He didn't look away from her.

"But every choice I have made—right or wrong—was born from the hope that one day my children might live in a world where they did not have to make those same choices."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You sound more like your mother every time you speak." He reached over and gently wrapped her hands over the photograph with his, "Keep this close to your heart, Wanda. For those moments when you need a reminder of who is always watching over you."

He gave another pause, bofore his smile brightened, deliberately steering the conversation somewhere lighter.

"Now then." He rose from the couch and offered her his hand with exaggerated formality. A playful glint appeared in his eyes. "Would my daughter permit her father to take her to dinner?"

“Oh so you can dish it out but you can’t take it old man?~” she teases.

“I know… and in a strange way. I feel I understand. I dream sometimes of mutant children running free somewhere. No fear of bigoted idiots. Or villagers with torches and pitchforks.” She says softly.

Children with super speed or her magic but slightly different. Boys usually.

He tells her to keep the photograph.

“Really?” She can feel tears welling up and moves quickly to peck his cheek. “Thank you papa. Thank you.” She sniffs.

She chuckles at his melodrama. That was Erik. Always dramatic. She mocks thinking over his request.

He gave her a knowing look. "I have no desire whatsoever to hear what goes on inside his head. I suspect ninety percent of it consists of bad ideas, poor jokes, and food." He stopped for beat. "...Though not necessarily in that order."

His expression softened as she spoke of her dreams. He listened without interruption.

"That is not such a strange dream." His voice was quiet. "It is the dream I have carried for most of my life." A faint smile touched his lips. "A place where children are simply... children. Not weapons. Not symbols. Not feared for what they may become."

He looked at her thoughtfully. "And I hope you see it one day." His gaze lingered just a little longer. "I hope you fill it with a family of your own, if that is what your heart desires."

A mischievous glint returned to his eyes. "Though preferably not for several years yet." He pointed a finger at her with exaggerated sternness. "I have only just learned about the Vision fellow. I should like the opportunity to interrogate him thoroughly before I begin contemplating the idea of being a Grandfather."

The image alone made him huff a laugh. "I am much to young for that, Wanda."

When she kissed his cheek, Erik froze for the briefest moment. It had been so many years since one of his children had done something so simple. His hand came to rest lightly against the side of her head.

"You needn't thank me." His thumb brushed gently through a strand of her hair. He smiled as he watched her tuck the photograph safely inside her jacket, close to her heart.

Then came the negotiations. Erik narrowed his eyes as though considering an impossible diplomatic treaty. "Chocolate..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "A difficult demand."

Another beat. "I believe, after careful consideration, that it can be arranged."

“Papa… my boyfriend is a synthetic person… I don’t think that will be a problem. Like at all…” she blushes.

“We could adopt I suppose…” she muses. In truth she hasn’t really thought about it before Erik brought it up.

She smiles a little and leans into Erik’s paternal touch.

“It’s strange. Being vulnerable with someone who isn’t Pietro. For so many years it was just the two of us… but Vision… understands what it’s like to not be treated like a person… we really clicked.” She sighs.

“I haven’t told Pietro yet… because he would tell you immediately and probably put a spin on things considering he only half listens to me…” Wanda purses her lips.

She chuckles. Both at his drama over the chocolate and his showing off with the keys and the door.

And it absolutely was showing off. She knew because when they and first met she showed off for him too.

She moves out the door looking back as he locked up the house.

She cracks up at that. “You know what. I fully believe that would inspire fear too. I can just hear them now. “Isn’t that the crazy witch with the reality bending powers? The one who was an avenger for a bit? She’s Magneto’s kid?”” Wanda speaks for the imaginary person in a very bad Scottish accent.

She settles down as she feels his mood shift and focuses on the picture. She accepts it from him. Her chipped black nail polish frames the picture as she holds it reverently, delicately in her hands.

"I do recall and it was certainly a choice." He shook his head in mock disapproval. "I believe you are correct in saying would still inspire fear though I suspect your impression would frighten them more than your powers ever could."

The teasing lingered only a moment before his attention returned to the photograph cradled carefully in her hands.

Erik watched Wanda study the photograph rather than the photograph itself. Somehow, seeing it through her eyes made it feel new again.

A soft smile touched his lips. "She would have argued with you for saying so." There was warmth in his voice. "She insisted she was entirely ordinary." His thumb absently brushed the empty sleeve in his wallet where the picture had rested.

"She would have adored you." There wasn't a hint of doubt in his voice. "And not just because you were her child." A gentle smile crossed his face.

"No, she would have loved that you laugh with your whole heart, that you argue when you think someone or something is wrong, because you love people more deeply than is sometimes wise."

He paused before adding with quiet amusement, "And because, despite all evidence to the contrary, you somehow still believe there is good left in the world."

She shakes her head as if to clear it like an etch-a-sketch.

Wanda gives him a little elbow to the ribs for mocking her accent. It’s playful.

Then she settles, looking at the picture again.

“Anyone with the powers I have would want to have a bit of ordinary…” she whispers longingly.

“When has there ever been wisdom in love papa?” She glances over at him arching a brow.

“There is. There is the good we make. They may hate and fear us. But the only thing we can control is our own actions. We can make them see the good… most of them… some of them anyways.” She allows.

The mention of Pietro earned a sigh that was equal parts exasperation and affection. "Your brother has spent his entire life believing the universe is his audience." He smirked. "And I have indulged him, but if he ever tried to leave this house dressed like that, I would have reminded him that even if he is an adult he is still my child and will dress accordingly"

He rubbed his side dramatically where Wanda had elbowed him. "Oh, so violence against your elderly father is acceptable now?" His expression softened again as she spoke of ordinary. "No," he said quietly. "It isn't."

His gaze drifted toward the window. "Ordinary is a luxury people like us seldom receive." He looked back at her.

Then she spoke of goodness.

Of peace...

Of him...

And Erik was silent for a long while. "I have done things I cannot undo," he admitted at last. "Things I believed were necessary." He didn't look away from her.

"But every choice I have made—right or wrong—was born from the hope that one day my children might live in a world where they did not have to make those same choices."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You sound more like your mother every time you speak." He reached over and gently wrapped her hands over the photograph with his, "Keep this close to your heart, Wanda. For those moments when you need a reminder of who is always watching over you."

He gave another pause, bofore his smile brightened, deliberately steering the conversation somewhere lighter.

"Now then." He rose from the couch and offered her his hand with exaggerated formality. A playful glint appeared in his eyes. "Would my daughter permit her father to take her to dinner?"

“Oh so you can dish it out but you can’t take it old man?~” she teases.

“I know… and in a strange way. I feel I understand. I dream sometimes of mutant children running free somewhere. No fear of bigoted idiots. Or villagers with torches and pitchforks.” She says softly.

Children with super speed or her magic but slightly different. Boys usually.

He tells her to keep the photograph.

“Really?” She can feel tears welling up and moves quickly to peck his cheek. “Thank you papa. Thank you.” She sniffs.

She chuckles at his melodrama. That was Erik. Always dramatic. She mocks thinking over his request.

She cracks up at that. “You know what. I fully believe that would inspire fear too. I can just hear them now. “Isn’t that the crazy witch with the reality bending powers? The one who was an avenger for a bit? She’s Magneto’s kid?”” Wanda speaks for the imaginary person in a very bad Scottish accent.

She settles down as she feels his mood shift and focuses on the picture. She accepts it from him. Her chipped black nail polish frames the picture as she holds it reverently, delicately in her hands.

"I do recall and it was certainly a choice." He shook his head in mock disapproval. "I believe you are correct in saying would still inspire fear though I suspect your impression would frighten them more than your powers ever could."

The teasing lingered only a moment before his attention returned to the photograph cradled carefully in her hands.

Erik watched Wanda study the photograph rather than the photograph itself. Somehow, seeing it through her eyes made it feel new again.

A soft smile touched his lips. "She would have argued with you for saying so." There was warmth in his voice. "She insisted she was entirely ordinary." His thumb absently brushed the empty sleeve in his wallet where the picture had rested.

"She would have adored you." There wasn't a hint of doubt in his voice. "And not just because you were her child." A gentle smile crossed his face.

"No, she would have loved that you laugh with your whole heart, that you argue when you think someone or something is wrong, because you love people more deeply than is sometimes wise."

He paused before adding with quiet amusement, "And because, despite all evidence to the contrary, you somehow still believe there is good left in the world."

She shakes her head as if to clear it like an etch-a-sketch.

Wanda gives him a little elbow to the ribs for mocking her accent. It’s playful.

Then she settles, looking at the picture again.

“Anyone with the powers I have would want to have a bit of ordinary…” she whispers longingly.

“When has there ever been wisdom in love papa?” She glances over at him arching a brow.

“There is. There is the good we make. They may hate and fear us. But the only thing we can control is our own actions. We can make them see the good… most of them… some of them anyways.” She allows.

She cracks up at that. “You know what. I fully believe that would inspire fear too. I can just hear them now. “Isn’t that the crazy witch with the reality bending powers? The one who was an avenger for a bit? She’s Magneto’s kid?”” Wanda speaks for the imaginary person in a very bad Scottish accent.

She settles down as she feels his mood shift and focuses on the picture. She accepts it from him. Her chipped black nail polish frames the picture as she holds it reverently, delicately in her hands.

Erik was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Of all the things he had expected her to say, that had not been among them.

"Uh..hu, soooo he's a machine. And ummm, you love him."

His brow furrowed, and for a moment he looked less like Magneto and more like a father trying to understand something entirely foreign to him. He leaned back, studying her face.

“Vision. His name is Vision. He’s made of Vibranium and he can feel pain. So if you injure him in any way I will be very upset.” She arches a brow at him as if challenging him.

“Papa…He… knows what it’s like to be seen as less than human. As something …other… and he saved my life.” She waves her hands around talking with them as she speaks.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a rare tenderness crossing his features.

"I have spent my life fighting for our kind, Wanda. I have watched hatred take many forms." He exhaled softly through his nose. "But love… love has never cared much for the boundaries we try to place upon it."

He folded his hands together.

"I confess, the idea of my daughter being enamored with an android is not something I ever imagined that I would have to discuss."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

She laughs a bit. “Me either. And it’s very new. I haven’t even told him yet. But. I figured I should try and get you used to the idea early. As it is strange… even for us.”

"A being who does not understand hatred, is a rare gift," Erik mused quietly. "Or perhaps blissful innocence."

He looked back to her.

Her final admission brought another smile to his face—small, genuine, and unmistakably paternal.

"He makes you happy." Not a question. A simple observation.

He shook his head with a soft laugh. "You know, when I found out that you were my child, I thought of the many milestones I had missed. Your first words, your first steps, even your first terrorist attack." His expression grew fond.

"So you can imagine how happy I am to be here for this. And if this Vision fellow intends to become a permanent fixture in your life, I do expect him to sit down with me."

The ghost of amusement crossed his features.

“My first?! Papa! Lagos was an accident and you know it!” Her eyes glow red as she uses her powers to bean him in the head with a throw pillow.

She huffs.

“If he breaks my heart you will never find out…” her eyes twinkle.

"Really Wanda, aren't you a little old for such childish behaviors?"

A smile tugged at his lips before he tossed the pillow back at her.

"And for the record I was not speaking of Lagos." His voice lost its teasing edge, becoming quieter. "I know exactly what happened there, Wanda. You made an impossible choice with only seconds to act. Had the Avengers had owned up to their collected mistakes instead of looking for someone to blame afterward..." He shook his head as he calmed his temper. "It was a convenience to place the burden on you. But that is not a conversation for this happy moment"

His gaze settled on her.

"I was speaking of Ultron."

A faint, self-deprecating smile crossed his face. Her next comment earned a raised eyebrow.

"'You will never find out,' she says." He chuckled as he took a seat next to her, he leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.

"Wanda, my dear, if your heart were broken I would know before you spoke a single word. You wear your emotions in face just as your mother did."

His expression softened when she admitted it was nice to have a parent to talk to. For a moment, Magneto disappeared entirely. Erik reached over, resting a hand gently atop hers.

"And I swear to remain here, to be a father who will embarrass you, who will offer unwanted advice, and who pretends to approve of your choices while quietly investigating every young man or synthezoid foolish enough to fall in love with you."

“Or perhaps you are so old you must monogram your clothing to remember your made up name…” her nose scrunches up, eyes twinkling.

Then her face falls.

Ultron.

Ultron who had promised her the world for her service.

Ultron who was animated by the very stone that had awoken her powers. Her feelings towards him had been complicated.

They still were now that she loved Vision. That gem and her had a connection that even she didn’t understand the full extent of.

Her mind is called back to Erik as he speaks of her mother. “I wish I could remember her. Sometimes I feel like I’m close to doing so. When I use my gifts. But it’s like… the memory of a smell. A feeling of sadness… an ache that has been my constant companion.”

As he promises her this she smiles back at him and moves to rest her head on his shoulder.

Erik was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Of all the things he had expected her to say, that had not been among them.

"Uh..hu, soooo he's a machine. And ummm, you love him."

His brow furrowed, and for a moment he looked less like Magneto and more like a father trying to understand something entirely foreign to him. He leaned back, studying her face.

“Vision. His name is Vision. He’s made of Vibranium and he can feel pain. So if you injure him in any way I will be very upset.” She arches a brow at him as if challenging him.

“Papa…He… knows what it’s like to be seen as less than human. As something …other… and he saved my life.” She waves her hands around talking with them as she speaks.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a rare tenderness crossing his features.

"I have spent my life fighting for our kind, Wanda. I have watched hatred take many forms." He exhaled softly through his nose. "But love… love has never cared much for the boundaries we try to place upon it."

He folded his hands together.

"I confess, the idea of my daughter being enamored with an android is not something I ever imagined that I would have to discuss."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

She laughs a bit. “Me either. And it’s very new. I haven’t even told him yet. But. I figured I should try and get you used to the idea early. As it is strange… even for us.”

"A being who does not understand hatred, is a rare gift," Erik mused quietly. "Or perhaps blissful innocence."

He looked back to her.

Her final admission brought another smile to his face—small, genuine, and unmistakably paternal.

"He makes you happy." Not a question. A simple observation.

He shook his head with a soft laugh. "You know, when I found out that you were my child, I thought of the many milestones I had missed. Your first words, your first steps, even your first terrorist attack." His expression grew fond.

"So you can imagine how happy I am to be here for this. And if this Vision fellow intends to become a permanent fixture in your life, I do expect him to sit down with me."

The ghost of amusement crossed his features.

“My first?! Papa! Lagos was an accident and you know it!” Her eyes glow red as she uses her powers to bean him in the head with a throw pillow.

She huffs.

“If he breaks my heart you will never find out…” her eyes twinkle.

Erik was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Of all the things he had expected her to say, that had not been among them.

"Uh..hu, soooo he's a machine. And ummm, you love him."

His brow furrowed, and for a moment he looked less like Magneto and more like a father trying to understand something entirely foreign to him. He leaned back, studying her face.

“Vision. His name is Vision. He’s made of Vibranium and he can feel pain. So if you injure him in any way I will be very upset.” She arches a brow at him as if challenging him.

“Papa…He… knows what it’s like to be seen as less than human. As something …other… and he saved my life.” She waves her hands around talking with them as she speaks.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a rare tenderness crossing his features.

"I have spent my life fighting for our kind, Wanda. I have watched hatred take many forms." He exhaled softly through his nose. "But love… love has never cared much for the boundaries we try to place upon it."

He folded his hands together.

"I confess, the idea of my daughter being enamored with an android is not something I ever imagined that I would have to discuss."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

She laughs a bit. “Me either. And it’s very new. I haven’t even told him yet. But. I figured I should try and get you used to the idea early. As it is strange… even for us.”

Erik was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Of all the things he had expected her to say, that had not been among them.

"Uh..hu, soooo he's a machine. And ummm, you love him."

His brow furrowed, and for a moment he looked less like Magneto and more like a father trying to understand something entirely foreign to him. He leaned back, studying her face.

“Vision. His name is Vision. He’s made of Vibranium and he can feel pain. So if you injure him in any way I will be very upset.” She arches a brow at him as if challenging him.

“Papa…He… knows what it’s like to be seen as less than human. As something …other… and he saved my life.” She waves her hands around talking with them as she speaks.

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. It had been hard adjusting to this new universe. But she felt she was healing a bit at least.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud…” she sang pulling out one of the trays of baked goodies.

“A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones-“she continues melodically. Startling as she heard someone enter the room. Her free had glowing red. As well as her eyes.

She looked over the man. He didn’t seem to be a threat yet. Searching the shallowest parts of his mind showed no outright hostility to her. Merely curiosity and a bit of distrust.

“Oh!… sorry did my singing bother you? Erik said I would be alone today.” Wanda smiles a bit. Her eyes returning to their normal hue.

@wanda-chaos-witch

“Muscle and blood, skin and bones.” Logan hummed along before she noticed him.

“I’m new too. The only reason I’ve got his name is because he’s apparently my father… he claims to be anyways… it’s… strange.” She sighs. Moving to grab two plates with her powers.

“I’m Wanda by the way. Do you want a cinnamon roll? You look like you could use one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. So who brought you here? I’m assuming that much like me. You are a stray. Charles seems to enjoy taking in strays.” She muses playfully as she figures out the machine.

“Rogue. Yes I have. She’s a sweet girl… reminds me of my younger self… but she didn’t have the protection that I did. I’m glad you found her. It’s good for her to be around kids her age… heaven knows that’s the only way I survived…” she starts the coffee brewing, moving to join him and grab her own treat.

“Yes. Useful. Hydra thought so too…” her accent goes very Sokovian for a minute.

At that moment the house came to life as the X-Men returned home from their mission. “Wanda, are you in here?” Erik asked entering the kitchen and removing his helmet. “Ah, I see you’ve met our newest rescue.”

“How are you doing?” Scott asked Logan walking in, it’s obvious that he doesn’t trust or even like Logan, but he’s trying.

“I thought I was your latest rescue… honestly I’m a little hurt.” Wanda replies in mock offence. Throwing the gathered energy over at Erik’s shoulder. Gently shoving him.

“Cinnamon bun?” She offers the men. Gesturing at the tray.

“Thanks Wanda.” Scott said hesitantly as he got one as well.

“So Slim, how was the mission?” Logan asked giving Scott a look.

“Well, the government’s getting serious about anti-mutant weapons now.” Scott sighed.

“How serious are we talking? What kind of weapons?” She asks. Before her eyes glow red a moment and she moves her hands as if she’s drawing energy together.

A mug forms. It’s a beautiful cup of Milchkaffee. Just the right temperature. Precisely how Erik had been daydreaming about in his head.

“For you Erik.” She says with a a final flourish of her hands.

“Made by Trask Industries. They’re called Sentinels.” Scott muttered as well. “Designed and programmed to hunt mutants.”

“And what’ll stop them from being deployed here?” Logan asked giving a unamused look. Really not liking this information.

“I uh… I married one. Long story. And technically he wasn’t a robot. He was a Synthezoid.” Her voice is soft.

“Oh thanks.” Scott said getting his favorite mug out of the cabinet and holding it out to her. It looks identical to all the other mugs in the kitchen, blue with the X-Men logo on it, but somehow, Scott gets the same mug every time.

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. It had been hard adjusting to this new universe. But she felt she was healing a bit at least.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud…” she sang pulling out one of the trays of baked goodies.

“A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones-“she continues melodically. Startling as she heard someone enter the room. Her free had glowing red. As well as her eyes.

She looked over the man. He didn’t seem to be a threat yet. Searching the shallowest parts of his mind showed no outright hostility to her. Merely curiosity and a bit of distrust.

“Oh!… sorry did my singing bother you? Erik said I would be alone today.” Wanda smiles a bit. Her eyes returning to their normal hue.

@wanda-chaos-witch

“Muscle and blood, skin and bones.” Logan hummed along before she noticed him.

“I’m new too. The only reason I’ve got his name is because he’s apparently my father… he claims to be anyways… it’s… strange.” She sighs. Moving to grab two plates with her powers.

“I’m Wanda by the way. Do you want a cinnamon roll? You look like you could use one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. So who brought you here? I’m assuming that much like me. You are a stray. Charles seems to enjoy taking in strays.” She muses playfully as she figures out the machine.

“Rogue. Yes I have. She’s a sweet girl… reminds me of my younger self… but she didn’t have the protection that I did. I’m glad you found her. It’s good for her to be around kids her age… heaven knows that’s the only way I survived…” she starts the coffee brewing, moving to join him and grab her own treat.

“Yes. Useful. Hydra thought so too…” her accent goes very Sokovian for a minute.

At that moment the house came to life as the X-Men returned home from their mission. “Wanda, are you in here?” Erik asked entering the kitchen and removing his helmet. “Ah, I see you’ve met our newest rescue.”

“How are you doing?” Scott asked Logan walking in, it’s obvious that he doesn’t trust or even like Logan, but he’s trying.

“I thought I was your latest rescue… honestly I’m a little hurt.” Wanda replies in mock offence. Throwing the gathered energy over at Erik’s shoulder. Gently shoving him.

“Cinnamon bun?” She offers the men. Gesturing at the tray.

“Thanks Wanda.” Scott said hesitantly as he got one as well.

“So Slim, how was the mission?” Logan asked giving Scott a look.

“Well, the government’s getting serious about anti-mutant weapons now.” Scott sighed.

“How serious are we talking? What kind of weapons?” She asks. Before her eyes glow red a moment and she moves her hands as if she’s drawing energy together.

A mug forms. It’s a beautiful cup of Milchkaffee. Just the right temperature. Precisely how Erik had been daydreaming about in his head.

“For you Erik.” She says with a a final flourish of her hands.

“Made by Trask Industries. They’re called Sentinels.” Scott muttered as well. “Designed and programmed to hunt mutants.”

“And what’ll stop them from being deployed here?” Logan asked giving a unamused look. Really not liking this information.

“I uh… I married one. Long story. And technically he wasn’t a robot. He was a Synthezoid.” Her voice is soft.

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. It had been hard adjusting to this new universe. But she felt she was healing a bit at least.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud…” she sang pulling out one of the trays of baked goodies.

“A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones-“she continues melodically. Startling as she heard someone enter the room. Her free had glowing red. As well as her eyes.

She looked over the man. He didn’t seem to be a threat yet. Searching the shallowest parts of his mind showed no outright hostility to her. Merely curiosity and a bit of distrust.

“Oh!… sorry did my singing bother you? Erik said I would be alone today.” Wanda smiles a bit. Her eyes returning to their normal hue.

@wanda-chaos-witch

“Muscle and blood, skin and bones.” Logan hummed along before she noticed him.

“I’m new too. The only reason I’ve got his name is because he’s apparently my father… he claims to be anyways… it’s… strange.” She sighs. Moving to grab two plates with her powers.

“I’m Wanda by the way. Do you want a cinnamon roll? You look like you could use one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. So who brought you here? I’m assuming that much like me. You are a stray. Charles seems to enjoy taking in strays.” She muses playfully as she figures out the machine.

“Rogue. Yes I have. She’s a sweet girl… reminds me of my younger self… but she didn’t have the protection that I did. I’m glad you found her. It’s good for her to be around kids her age… heaven knows that’s the only way I survived…” she starts the coffee brewing, moving to join him and grab her own treat.

“Yes. Useful. Hydra thought so too…” her accent goes very Sokovian for a minute.

At that moment the house came to life as the X-Men returned home from their mission. “Wanda, are you in here?” Erik asked entering the kitchen and removing his helmet. “Ah, I see you’ve met our newest rescue.”

“How are you doing?” Scott asked Logan walking in, it’s obvious that he doesn’t trust or even like Logan, but he’s trying.

“I thought I was your latest rescue… honestly I’m a little hurt.” Wanda replies in mock offence. Throwing the gathered energy over at Erik’s shoulder. Gently shoving him.

“Cinnamon bun?” She offers the men. Gesturing at the tray.

“Thanks Wanda.” Scott said hesitantly as he got one as well.

“So Slim, how was the mission?” Logan asked giving Scott a look.

“Well, the government’s getting serious about anti-mutant weapons now.” Scott sighed.

“How serious are we talking? What kind of weapons?” She asks. Before her eyes glow red a moment and she moves her hands as if she’s drawing energy together.

A mug forms. It’s a beautiful cup of Milchkaffee. Just the right temperature. Precisely how Erik had been daydreaming about in his head.

“For you Erik.” She says with a a final flourish of her hands.

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. It had been hard adjusting to this new universe. But she felt she was healing a bit at least.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud…” she sang pulling out one of the trays of baked goodies.

“A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones-“she continues melodically. Startling as she heard someone enter the room. Her free had glowing red. As well as her eyes.

She looked over the man. He didn’t seem to be a threat yet. Searching the shallowest parts of his mind showed no outright hostility to her. Merely curiosity and a bit of distrust.

“Oh!… sorry did my singing bother you? Erik said I would be alone today.” Wanda smiles a bit. Her eyes returning to their normal hue.

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“Muscle and blood, skin and bones.” Logan hummed along before she noticed him.

“I’m new too. The only reason I’ve got his name is because he’s apparently my father… he claims to be anyways… it’s… strange.” She sighs. Moving to grab two plates with her powers.

“I’m Wanda by the way. Do you want a cinnamon roll? You look like you could use one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. So who brought you here? I’m assuming that much like me. You are a stray. Charles seems to enjoy taking in strays.” She muses playfully as she figures out the machine.

“Rogue. Yes I have. She’s a sweet girl… reminds me of my younger self… but she didn’t have the protection that I did. I’m glad you found her. It’s good for her to be around kids her age… heaven knows that’s the only way I survived…” she starts the coffee brewing, moving to join him and grab her own treat.

“Yes. Useful. Hydra thought so too…” her accent goes very Sokovian for a minute.

At that moment the house came to life as the X-Men returned home from their mission. “Wanda, are you in here?” Erik asked entering the kitchen and removing his helmet. “Ah, I see you’ve met our newest rescue.”

“How are you doing?” Scott asked Logan walking in, it’s obvious that he doesn’t trust or even like Logan, but he’s trying.

“I thought I was your latest rescue… honestly I’m a little hurt.” Wanda replies in mock offence. Throwing the gathered energy over at Erik’s shoulder. Gently shoving him.

“Cinnamon bun?” She offers the men. Gesturing at the tray.

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. It had been hard adjusting to this new universe. But she felt she was healing a bit at least.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud…” she sang pulling out one of the trays of baked goodies.

“A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones-“she continues melodically. Startling as she heard someone enter the room. Her free had glowing red. As well as her eyes.

She looked over the man. He didn’t seem to be a threat yet. Searching the shallowest parts of his mind showed no outright hostility to her. Merely curiosity and a bit of distrust.

“Oh!… sorry did my singing bother you? Erik said I would be alone today.” Wanda smiles a bit. Her eyes returning to their normal hue.

@wanda-chaos-witch

“Muscle and blood, skin and bones.” Logan hummed along before she noticed him.

“I’m new too. The only reason I’ve got his name is because he’s apparently my father… he claims to be anyways… it’s… strange.” She sighs. Moving to grab two plates with her powers.

“I’m Wanda by the way. Do you want a cinnamon roll? You look like you could use one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. So who brought you here? I’m assuming that much like me. You are a stray. Charles seems to enjoy taking in strays.” She muses playfully as she figures out the machine.

“Rogue. Yes I have. She’s a sweet girl… reminds me of my younger self… but she didn’t have the protection that I did. I’m glad you found her. It’s good for her to be around kids her age… heaven knows that’s the only way I survived…” she starts the coffee brewing, moving to join him and grab her own treat.

“Yes. Useful. Hydra thought so too…” her accent goes very Sokovian for a minute.

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. It had been hard adjusting to this new universe. But she felt she was healing a bit at least.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud…” she sang pulling out one of the trays of baked goodies.

“A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones-“she continues melodically. Startling as she heard someone enter the room. Her free had glowing red. As well as her eyes.

She looked over the man. He didn’t seem to be a threat yet. Searching the shallowest parts of his mind showed no outright hostility to her. Merely curiosity and a bit of distrust.

“Oh!… sorry did my singing bother you? Erik said I would be alone today.” Wanda smiles a bit. Her eyes returning to their normal hue.

@wanda-chaos-witch

“Muscle and blood, skin and bones.” Logan hummed along before she noticed him.

“I’m new too. The only reason I’ve got his name is because he’s apparently my father… he claims to be anyways… it’s… strange.” She sighs. Moving to grab two plates with her powers.

“I’m Wanda by the way. Do you want a cinnamon roll? You look like you could use one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. So who brought you here? I’m assuming that much like me. You are a stray. Charles seems to enjoy taking in strays.” She muses playfully as she figures out the machine.

“Rogue. Yes I have. She’s a sweet girl… reminds me of my younger self… but she didn’t have the protection that I did. I’m glad you found her. It’s good for her to be around kids her age… heaven knows that’s the only way I survived…” she starts the coffee brewing, moving to join him and grab her own treat.