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Maybe I think too much [Open]

Wanda sat before one of the terminals in the media library. She'd come to try and find more information on mystical phenomena and training, after all there were whole new worlds different from her own. The laws had changed, so to speak. Unfortunately whatever she found was too dry for her to focus on. She was used to hands on experience, nothing this esoteric. She sighed and leaned back.

If she were honest with herself, the reason she was having trouble with the reading material wasn't because it was boring (even if it was) or poorly worded. She missed her family. She missed her friends. She missed her home. She even missed her neighbors. Well, some of them. But none of them had deserved to die.

And then there was what Bobby had said.

As hard as she tried not to think about it, the thoughts crept into her mind.

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Step step. Step step. Is that Jaws tiptoeing up to peer gormlessly over her shoulder?

"Heya, Wanda. What are we watching?"

Wanda started. She might have been used to the Vision phasing through walls but Spider-Man sneaking up on her? Not so much.

"Nothing, although I've thought about watching an old movie. I haven't been successful learning more about magic in other worlds, why we use mentors so often I suppose."

"There's not like a Doctor Strange's Mystics for Dummies around here or something?"

Peter Parker. Helpful.

Wanda chuckled and pulled away from the terminal. "No, it's just as well. It takes dedication to learn how to use magic."

"And here I thought you were bitten by a radioactive Gandalf," he replies, the mask contorting as he grins underneath, "So, how're you finding life on the SS Crazy so far?"

Wanda sighed. "Well enough but I can't help but think of home. It's hard to believe that it's gone, especially after my years with the Avengers. We saved the world so many times, I thought between the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, the X-men, everyone- that we could handle anything."

Peter nods, "It's kinda humbling. Well, I'd guess it is, you don't get much more humble than your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man."

His shoulders sink a little, "Makes me wonder; those memories of it all going down the can, would I rather have kept them?"

He knows he shouldn't think as much. Stacy took the memory from them all for a reason, and he hopes it wasn't simply to make them more pliable.

"I wish I could remember." Careful what you wish for, Wanda. "At least then I would know if it was true. Without the memory it all seems so unreal."

"Maybe that's for the best..." he replies, tailing off weakly. It doesn't bear thinking about with so many friends left in the pods-- or worse.

He shrugs, forcing himself to stay casual, "In any case, this is all academic right now. What was that old movie you wanted to see?"

"Hm," Wanda smiled. "I was thinking about Arsenic and Old Lace. I could use a comedy about now. And it has Cary Grant in it but don't tell Vision I said that when he wakes up."

Billy knew he wasn't ready for this meeting, but he couldn't avoid the woman. He had met her once, but he doubted she remembered that. Plus it had been so long ago now. He'd learned so much more about himself, about who he was, about who she was to him. He needed to see her. Even if it was from a distance.

Which is how he started the spell, teleporting himself from his and Teddy's room to the media center, right behind where the woman he was thinking about sat. He gulped a bit louder than necessary, hoping that he hadn't startled her with his teleporting. Even if the bright light that he normally uses could get on people's nerves, and he knew it appeared only seconds before himself. Magic, how he wished he understood it better.

First Spider-Man and now this? What next?

After jumping in her seat (again), Wanda turned around and smiled at the boy. "Teleportation powers. I'm impressed." Well, moderately so but she had to address the elephant in the room somehow.

"Well, it isn't much. Just a simple little spell I picked up." He looked down at his feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. It was clear that she didn't have any idea who he was, and he had no idea how to address this.

"Sorry if I startled you... I didn't mean to." His head never moved from it's downward position, and he was now shuffling his feet.

"Oh, you practice magic? I was never able to learn teleportation. It wasn't one of my gifts. And it's alright, don't worry about it."

"I can do pretty much anything I put my mind to." He shrugged a bit. "But I've had to learn by my self. Doctor Strange has been too busy.. then I came here." He shook his head and peaked at her from under his bangs.

"You got no idea who I am, do you?"

Wanda's brows furrowed slightly. "I'm sorry. Either I'm from a different universe from yours or you're in my future. I don't think we've met."

"Future. My luck isn't that horribly bad that you'd be from an alternate universe." He bit into his bottom lip a bit.

"You married the Vision still right?"

"Yes, I did." She thought about mentioning that many of the crew were from alternate universes but he could very well be right for all she knew.

"And I'm guessing you two have, well at least thought about having children?" He blushed a bit. "I'm sorry, this really shouldn't be any of my business." But it was, because she was his mom!

Wanda blinked. Surely he wasn't implying...

"My husband is a synthezoid. We can't have children."

He couldn't help the snort and the mumbled, that's what you think. And his blush intensified.

"Well, maybe it is? Science and well magic... they're some really strange things... and well, anything is possible?"

Wanda stared at Billy for some time before finally asking. "Who are you?"

"My name is William, Billy. And I'm... I..." He sighed and hung his head. "I'm your son."

"I don't understand. How is this possible?"

"Easiest explanation? Magic." He shrugged a bit and frowned. "I had always hoped you could tell me how it happened. My brother and I, we hadn't been every successful in finding you."

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