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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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"The same. Did he tell you much of himself? It's a pretty interesting story." He sighed a bit and shook his head. "I know it's not psychically possible. But it did happen, I'm sure of it. She, you.. you had a set of twins. Who you named Thomas and William." He wanted to cry, but instead he looked back down at the ground. "I know it."

"No, he was quite cryptic when I asked him for more information." Wanda set her hands on William's shoulders. "Billy, I know what it is like to long for a mother. For many years I did not remember my own. It is not easy. But you must understand, I cannot be your mother. You have no proof, no evidence to give to me. I'm sorry that I must tell you this, but you need to hear it."

He shook his head and took a step back. "No. You need to understand. You need to know that it is possible and that you did it. You made Tommy and I, because you wanted children so damn bad. And it's because of us that you lost it. Because they made you get rid of us, but you didn't. You just hid us, even from yourself." He shook his head again and felt the lightning on the tips of his fingers.

"There are doctor's on board. We can do a DNA test. It'll prove it."

"Billy, if you were in my place, would you believe this? I admit there have been moments where I envied my brother, but I am quite happy without children. But if it will convince you..."

The poor boy, she needed to ask if there was someone on the ship he could talk to.

Edited 2010-01-23 00:43 (UTC)

Billy shook his head and took another step back away from her. He couldn't deal with this. He knew she was his mother. Everyone knew it. Why was it so hard for her to see it? Was it because of him?

He shook his head harder and closed his eyes.

"Fine. You know what, forget it. Forget I was ever here, and I ever even opened by big damn mouth." He felt the lightning on his hands and started to mutter under his breath. 'iwannabeinmyroomiwannabeinmyroom'.

"Billy wait, please." She reached for him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It was unavoidable." He shook his head, but let the spell fade away. He still wasn't looking at the woman in front of him. "There are things in life you just know, and this.. I know you're my mother. I can't prove it, but I know it's true."

"Well, if you're from a different world- maybe it is true." Not that she was all that convinced. Still, there was something about him that looked familiar. The way his hair fell, his cheekbones, but... "And it doesn't mean we can't be friends."

"I think that might be a bit off." He shook his head again. He was doing that so much around her. He felt like utter crap, jumping up to her, hoping it would all snap into place. He was an idiot and he didn't think he could face anyone after this.

"What do you mean?"

He snorts a bit. "You think I'm crazy, or lying. I think... no I know you're my mother. How is any of this going to make an easy friendship?"

"I don't think you're crazy, Billy." Just a little out of touch with reality.

"Right." He said off in a monotone voice. He didn't believe her, but then again he was also in the state of mind that he didn't believe anything.

"I wish Cap were here. He'd tell you. Or Clint. He knows too. Someone who you'd believe."

That gave her reason to pause. "Where you're from- they believe you?"

"They do." He nodded a bit and frowned. "I just don't get why you don't. Out of everyone, I thought you'd believe me before the rest of the Avengers did."

"But- how could they? No offense, but you have presented me with no evidence, no reason to believe you beyond your hopes. Perhaps in your world it would be possible but in mine it is not."

"Then we have nothing more to talk about." He turned then and headed for the door. "You know I figured a woman who could do the things you can would believe something like this. But I guess not. Stupid me."

Oh, that made Wanda cross. She folded her arms. "And you have given me no explanations, no story. I have been fooled too many times, William."

"You want the story? Fine." He turned to her, frowning.

"You wanted kids. But your husband being a robot couldn't give them to you. So you crafted them out of magic and souls. However when the other Avengers realized what you did, they made you put them back. Stealing a soul is still stealing or something, I don't even know how it worked. But it did. But you didn't put us back. Just made everyone think you did. So my brother and i grew up in adopted homes away from each other."

"Well there now, you couldn't just say that in the first place?" Wanda snapped. "Maybe it is possible, but there is no way that I am that Scarlet Witch. I am not a skilled witch, as my Agatha likes to remind me and it would take incredible energy to fashion souls and children. As I said, I would like to be your friend, but if you are looking to me for answers I have none."

"Agatha? Harkness?" He blinked a bit. Hadn't he heard Clint say something about her when he had asked the man about Wanda? "She was involved with this somehow... I'm sure of it." He frowned a bit and sighed. "No one knows anything more. I know from some moron demon guy that Mephisto was involved to, but I don't know how... or why."

"Yes, Agatha Harkness. What moron demon guy?"

"I don't remember his name. All I know is he sent Tommy to limbo with like a flick of his wrist." He frowned a bit. "He was in your house at the mountain."

"My house at the mountain?" Wanda rubbed her temples. "My house is- was in Leonia, New Jersey."

"The place near Wundagore Mountain... it was the place we were told you felt safest."

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