That thing...? [ Stephen echoes, at a genuine loss.
Even Maximoff looks unsure of what she's asking – which ticks another evidence box in the inexperienced column. Something skitters up inside him – tiny claws finding purchase on walls of pulsing flesh. A young Scarlet Witch – frightened, unschooled in the arts she's destined to wield, an untapped commander of chaos, a well of potential, of raw power–
Cold water on his thoughts. A realization – catching ideas in a net before they fall too deep, strangling them, drowning them in their whispers. He swallows down the grasping claws, tells himself – no.
She needs help. She's a kid. ]
I'm not sure what you're talking about – are you... [ He trails off. Information. Common ground. That's what they both need. He gestures toward his own chest. ] Where I come from, you were a part of the Avengers until you joined an insurgency with Steve Rogers. He broke you out of where you were being held. Can't help but notice your current clothing choice fits the bill.
[ Unless this Maximoff is from an intergalactic prison, or a magical hellscape, or any of the other million timeline permutations that this parasitic universe could have drawn from. The only thing he knows for certain, as he keeps his voice steady amongst his racing thoughts, is that she can't be from his. ]
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Even Maximoff looks unsure of what she's asking – which ticks another evidence box in the inexperienced column. Something skitters up inside him – tiny claws finding purchase on walls of pulsing flesh. A young Scarlet Witch – frightened, unschooled in the arts she's destined to wield, an untapped commander of chaos, a well of potential, of raw power–
Cold water on his thoughts. A realization – catching ideas in a net before they fall too deep, strangling them, drowning them in their whispers. He swallows down the grasping claws, tells himself – no.
She needs help. She's a kid. ]
I'm not sure what you're talking about – are you... [ He trails off. Information. Common ground. That's what they both need. He gestures toward his own chest. ] Where I come from, you were a part of the Avengers until you joined an insurgency with Steve Rogers. He broke you out of where you were being held. Can't help but notice your current clothing choice fits the bill.
[ Unless this Maximoff is from an intergalactic prison, or a magical hellscape, or any of the other million timeline permutations that this parasitic universe could have drawn from. The only thing he knows for certain, as he keeps his voice steady amongst his racing thoughts, is that she can't be from his. ]