[wanda leans back on her chair a little, as billy—without any complication—just accepts her apology, tells her it's okay. it's burdensome, to feel guilt over everything she does, but it's new to be forgiven for it in such a quick fashion.
to be understood and not loathed for the potentiality of disaster.
—and then he proceeds to explain, about himself, about who he is and what his world is like. there are beats in his story that correlate with her own life, that of herself and vision having twins, lost souls—thanks for choosing me to be your mom—and she wonders every single day with a heavy heart, where they are, whatever happened to them.
wanda breathes shakily for a moment, drawing out a long exhale as she looks away, blinking away the possibility of tears. billy speaks of the wanda in his universe as if it was her, but she knows better—thinks she knows better.]
Are... they alive? [she can't help but wonder.] Your parents? Your world's Wanda? Vis? [a hard swallow] —Pietro?
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to be understood and not loathed for the potentiality of disaster.
—and then he proceeds to explain, about himself, about who he is and what his world is like. there are beats in his story that correlate with her own life, that of herself and vision having twins, lost souls—thanks for choosing me to be your mom—and she wonders every single day with a heavy heart, where they are, whatever happened to them.
wanda breathes shakily for a moment, drawing out a long exhale as she looks away, blinking away the possibility of tears. billy speaks of the wanda in his universe as if it was her, but she knows better—thinks she knows better.]
Are... they alive? [she can't help but wonder.] Your parents? Your world's Wanda? Vis? [a hard swallow] —Pietro?