"I know they knew," is said a little breathlessly, with a hint of a smile. Her sons were made from magic, their souls navigating the cosmos and choosing her as their mother. She had made a wish reality with her magic, and she knew—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that they understood so much more of what was happening.

She will continue to be their mother, even as she yearns for them still in the infinite vastness of the multiverse. One day, Wanda knows, she will be together with them again, with Vision, with her family.

Leaning forward, she puts the card back down on the table.

"I've been wondering," she starts, tentatively. "Your name—Wilhelm."

Vision had wanted their son to be called Billy, from William, of such interesting minds like William Shakespeare. Wilhelm, though, Wanda is more familiar with, in how the name really sounds like something not American at all.

"You are European too, aren't you?"