#{because she didn't want their bio father Max Eisenhardt... a.k.a. Magneto... to find them or her}

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"I suppose not..." Wanda said, temporarily putting down her spoon. "But it is really strange that I didn't know I was hungry until you said something about it. I didn't even feel hungry at all. It was like I wasn't missing food even though I'd been without to for a long time. That's a little disturbing." She sighed and frowned. "A person doesn't just forget to eat, Mantis. Not... not a normal person, anyway."

She'd eaten a bit more before discussing her fears of potential insanity with Mantis. "I don't really know, I never met her. She kindof... went into hiding shortly after I was born, apparently. My mother told us, Pietro and I, that she... had an abusive ex-boyfriend, and she was so paranoid about him finding her that she decided to just disappear. Our parents lost contact with her after a while and never heard from her again. But right before that happened, before she left for good, our mother said she was pretty bad. Just completely paranoid, mumbling to herself, not sleeping..."

Wanda stopped there with her description because... it sounded just like her of late. "She did go through some things, but was that what caused her paranoia? Or was it something else? I guess I'll never known, since she was never seen again. I wonder if she's even still alive, since my parents aren't anymore... and my brother isn't. I'm the last of my family, I think..."

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@thiscrimsonsoul continued from here

Mantis knew things would never be the same, not after everything Thanos had done to the galaxy. To the family Mantis had found when she wasn't even looking for one. She had always known the galaxy was cruel, so much so that Mantis only sought to make it softer with her gentle disposition. But, as she witnessed the aftermath of Thanos' plan, Mantis realized she would hardly be able to make a difference. She pushed the thought aside; after all, a small difference was still a difference.

Even though the galaxy had been permanently changed, Mantis enjoyed little moments like these, letting her mind wander while she would tend to her plants. She hummed a melody, her hands arranging the leaves calmly. Focused as she was, she didn't notice there was someone new aboard the Benatar. She was startled by a loud knock on her bedroom door, and she frowned slightly before reaching out to open it.

"Wanda?" Mantis asked. What was Wanda Maximoff doing in space? And how did she get into their ship?

Mantis wasn't too familiar with Wanda, but as the young woman threw her arms around her, begging for help, Mantis hugged her back almost instinctively. A victim of the Snap holding another in a moment of need, now that they were something other than mere dust.

"Wanda," she repeated, keeping her voice soft. "What...?"

Wanda's energy revealed she was unwell, so Mantis knew her healthy, youthful appearance was an illusion. Wanda was in so much pain... She was grieving, and she felt tremendous loss, guilt and overwhelming loneliness. Mantis rubbed Wanda's back in an attempt to soothe her, though she refused to use her powers for now. Sometimes people just needed a hug and a sympathetic ear.

"It's okay, you are safe. Thor is here, if you are looking for him, and... I am here, too. You are not alone," she said, hoping Wanda would understand that whatever had happened, she didn't have to go through it alone.