#irena Maximoff

[wanda-chaos-witch]

Charles smiles. “I suppose it’s a start. Especially considering the children haven’t had much in the way of real food in a while.”

“Please, like you had much of a better childhood Monsieur LeBeau.” Wanda replies.

Rogue nods.

“We can hear you genius. And I’m a telepath.” Wanda mutters. “Our parents were Irena and Oleg Maximoff. They died in a bombing that almost killed us too. We sat there under the bed. Watching the second bomb for hours until we were rescued. Whatever you saw was a coincidence.” She snaps.

“I don’t like this…” Wanda sighs. She’s sitting next to her brother in the back of the transport vehicle.

“Just because Stark thinks he knows these people…” she trails off. Knowing she doesn’t need to finish her thought.

“Though I suppose we could run…” she fidgets with one of her bracelets.

“What do you think?”

@wanda-chaos-witch

Pietro sat leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. His mind raced only slowing down when Wanda spoke. He glanced back at his sister, "We could run but we have no place to run to." He said with a sad smile.

And it was true, they were orphans from a country that no longer existed. Sakovia had been destroyed by Ultron. He had thought that they had a home with the Avengers yet they had shipped them away as well.

They had told the twins that needed to get a proper education. They said they needed to be with others their age. As far as Pietro was concerned though the Avengers were just like everyone else in their lives. Used them for a purpose and then tossed them out when they no longer needed them.

Sitting up Pietro put an arm around Wanda and pulled her into his side. While he hated that they were being shipped out, he knew this was their only choice right now. "I say we try this place, and if worse comes worse I can find a job easy enough."

@wanda-chaos-witch

[ghostlywavelengths]

Okay this is something I cannot stop thinking about. So Wanda is a nexus being, and exists as the same identity in all universes, right? And we see two different flashbacks of young Wanda and Pietro throughout the series. One in ep 6, and a long flashback in ep 8. Let’s compare and contrast, shall we?

(For context on XMen Peter and Wanda’s origin in the comics, their mother was a sokovian fortune teller, their father was magneto, and they were given to adoptive parents Irene and Oleg Maximoff, also living in Sokovia. Though MCU Wanda’s origin has been confirmed as Sokovian, XMCU Peter has not been confirmed as Sokovian or American in origin. However, it has been confirmed that Magneto is his father, Lorna (Polaris) is his younger sister, and he has one more sister that is referenced to offscreen in a deleted scene from DoFP.)

Now, onto the first flashback. Peter is bringing up the Halloween in Sokovia where he and Wanda both got typhus. A flashback scene happens, and these are the kids shown in Peter’s flashback:

Wanda pauses after the flashback, saying “That’s not quite how I remember it.”

The little girl is wearing a red wig, but the boy has real silver hair. Why is this detail important?

MCU’s Pietro did not have his silver hair until he was experimented on by Strucker when they were like 16. However, X-Men Peter has had silver hair since birth, part of his mutation. This is XMCU Peter’s memory, not Wandas.

This is Wanda’s flashback, where Pietro still has his brown hair, accurate to the MCU cannon.

Furthermore, the little girl playing Wanda and the boy playing Pietro are BOTH different, not just Peter, like we’d expect if the first flashback had been created/altered by Wanda or Agatha for the show. The first flashback would have used the same child version of Wanda, only swapping out Pietro for Peter. But it didn’t, both sets of kids are entirely different.

Unless Agatha can wholecloth fabricate memories, an ability we have yet to see her do onscreen, we see Peter Maximoff’s memory of Sokovian halloween in episode 6. This is XMCU Peter, his memories, with his version of Wanda.

That’s why the child actors are different for each memory.

Memory 1:

Memory 2:

(why would they use two different sets of kids for no reason that just seems like a huge continuity error and inconvenience to the casting)

It’s also why Wanda doesn’t remember that happening. Because it’s not her memory, it’s Peters. That’s not her in the memory, but XMCU’s Wanda.

Conclusion: If this guy has a memory of Peter Maximoff’s past, not Pietro’s, Ralph Bohner is XMCU Peter Maximoff. And furthermore, an entirely separate Wanda exists in the XMCU.

[post-modern-prometheus]

i found a note titled “erik bro wtf” on my phone from a month ago and have no idea where i was going with it, but i thought you’d get a kicked about what i had before i stopped for whatever reason:

“Anya Esienhart 34

Pietro Maximoff 28

Wanda Maximoff 28

Wendy Maximoff 25

Peter Maximoff 25

Mia Maximoff 16

Lorna Dane 21

Nina Gurzkey 8

Erik and Irena - Ok, so when Anya was like 5 or 6, some anti-mutant people set her house on fire, Erik thought she died so he went on rampage, etc...

But she didn’t, but Erik doesn’t know that and leaves before he can be told. 8 months later, Pietro and Wanda are born. 2 years later, Irena has moved and marries half sokovian/half romanian Oleg Maximoff. 8 years after that, Oleg and Irena die in an explosion. Anya, Pietro, and Wanda survive (the twins manifesting their mutations)and are put in an orphanage. 2 years later, Anya becomes an adult and adopts the now 12 year old twins.

Erik and Marya”

you had me at "erik bro wtf"

[fulokis]

Wrote this little dadneto in the MCU thing, so have fun. ‘

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Erik Leshner stood in the collapsed building, next to the bomb siting on the floor looking harmless. He could barely look at the destruction around him. He had left his children in their hands, two of the only people in the world who knew why he had to abandon the twins. Now they were gone, their bodies lie somewhere underneath the rubble their last breaths long gone from their lungs.

The songs of war had moved into the distance, leaving their path of destruction in their wake. A path that his children had been right in the middle of. Erik wanted to scream, to tear the broken building off of its foundations and throw it far away. But deep down he couldn't, he was still too numb from hearing about the tragedy. Not only that but he couldn't destroy  the  resting place of the Maximoffs no matter how hard he tried.

Irena and Oleg, Erik wasn't even sure how he had known them. Perhaps it was through Magda, or perhaps he pondered he had known one of their parents a long time ago. Either way he knew them and despite being so closed off, liked them. They liked him too, by some twisted logic they trusted him and adored him like family. So when he ended up at their door asking them to take the twins, the only reason they hesitated was to make sure Erik had been sure of the decision.

Erik had never been sure of the decision. Now standing here among the wreckage he felt even less sure, as if he had made the wrong one. One of thousands of wrong decisions that he had made in his life. One of many more yet to come. Still Erik couldn't help but wonder how any of this would have turned out had he decided to keep the twins with him. He told him self over and over again that the outcome would have been worse. He could have had an attachment to them, and then have them ripped away from him. Just like so many other people he had cared for throughout his life.

Erik turned to face the giant hole in the building. Snow and ash fell on his hair making it look much more gray than it was. The smell of the cold mixed with the smell of burning wood and plastics from the nearby rubble where buildings once stood. Erik couldn't help but turn again to take a look over the destroyed apartment, hoping to find the bodies to give them a proper burial. All he could see were the shattered remains of items that had belonged in the apartment.  Most items held little to no significance, a broken TV playing some sort of sitcom, the couch where they had told the Maximoffs that they were expecting, the small guest bed strangely still intact.

Erik took a double take, the bed as he had remembered it was hardly steady. For it to survive the initial bomb blast was nothing short of a miracle. An extremely unlikely occurrence considering there was what appeared to be a defective bomb sitting right next to it. That's when he noticed the room itself was not nearly as damaged as it should be. One side had been obliterated, whilst the other remained almost perfectly intact. The other three small rooms of the apartment seemed to be gone themselves, with nothing but piles of concrete in their place.

Erik walked over slowly to the bed and closed his eyes in relief as he heard the squeak of a terrified child from under the bed. Erik chose a slab of concrete to sit down on, trying to make himself less intimidating to the child underneath the bed "Its okay I'm a friend." He said in broken Sokovian.

"You don't speak Sokovian that well." Came a young boy's voice from underneath the bed.

"No I don't. You however speak English quite well for someone your age."

"I'm not young your just old." The child said sticking his face out slightly eyeing Erik with curiosity.

"Peitro don't." A second child's voice came out from under the bed, much softer than the boy's.

"It's okay I don't bite." Erik said, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders. They had both survived, and since they had survived one or both of them had manifested their powers.

"What are you doing here?" The boy asked still timid but not nearly as much as his sister.

"I was looking for survivors Peitro." Erik said.

"Hey how'd you know my name!" Peitro yelled.

"Your sister told me." Erik replied knowing he just lied to his kid.

"Oh." Peitro said, inching further out from under the bed, "You look funny, kinda like the people on the TV."

"Peitro!" The girl cried slapping him on the arm.

"Wanda what was that for?!"

"You don't know if we can trust him, besides that wasn't nice." Wanda said.

"You can trust me Wanda." Erik said, "I won't hurt you I promise."

A DVD case flew out from underneath the bed, clearly propelled by something other than a child's physical hand. Erik attempted to dodge the object but failed when it veered off what appeared to be its projected course, hitting him in the shoulder. Wanda peaked out a bit testing the water trying to see if Erik was telling the truth. "You promise?" She asked hesitantly.

"I promise." Erik said reaching a hand out. The girl slid from under the bed into the pale light of the street lamps reflecting off the snow. Erik had expected her to be covered in bruises and cuts, but all he could see was dirt and grime. "What day did this happen?" He asked softly his heart sinking as Wanda took his hand. She looked pale, and it was clear that she hadn't had any food or water in a day or two.

"Friday." She said a distant look in her eyes. Erik could feel his heart clench, last he had checked his watch it was one in the morning on Monday. These children— his children had been stuck up in the building for two full days. Sitting waiting for either the bomb, the exposure, or the lack of food and water to kill them. Erik silently cursed as a tear ran down his cheek. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked.

Erik took his free hand and wiped the tear away, "I'm okay." He said to her trying to reassure himself that he wasn't about to lose it and add to the chaos. "A little ash in my eye that's all."

"What's that?" Peitro asked pointing to the tattoo on Eriks wrist.

Erik looked down and slid his sleeve up a little more so that the twins could see. "I'm an orphan like you." He said quietly, "Some very bad people took my parents away from me. Then they gave me this tattoo and told me to work. There was a lot of killing, and a lot of families were torn apart."

"Are we gonna get torn apart?" Wanda asked.

"No." Erik said, "You two won't because I know you two will stick to each other like glue."

Wanda turned to face Peitro and the boy nodded. "Are you going to take us with you?"

Erik felt his heart sink. That was the exact question he was asking himself. "No, I can't. My work doesn't leave me much time for family."

"What do you do?" Peitro asked.

"Why are you here then?" Wanda asked.

"Slow down." Erik said aiming the comment towards his son than his daughter. "I work on top secret missions for the US government. Missions that don't allow me to have a family." Erik said knowing he was yet again lying to his children. "As to your question Wanda, I knew your parents."

"I would remember you." Wanda said.

"I knew your parents a long time ago, before you were born. I'm sure I knew them as very different people than you did. When I heard about what had happened I had to see. I'm glad the two of you are alive."

"Barely." Peitro said "I'm starving."

"How about this, I take you back to my hotel room and you can clean up and sleep? I'll take you two to the orphanage in a couple days." Erik said knowing it was a stretch. The truth was he needed to make himself scarce soon otherwise the authorities would find him, an occurrence that was sure to become nasty.

"No." Wanda said, "We go to the orphanage in the morning."

"I understand." Erik replied. He did understand, to the twins he was a stranger. A stranger looking to use them rather than it being out of the kindness of his heart. They were probably right, had they been any other kids he would have used them, or even disregarded them and left them to die.

"What now?" Wanda asked.

"Tell us a story!" Peitro said, running to where the bookshelf used to be at a slightly inhuman speed. "Aww they’re gone." He grumbled running back to his sister and Erik.

Erik smiled softly, Magic and superhuman speed, just what the situation would have needed. Magic was in the twins veins, and their mother was quite gifted with her magic. Speed on the other hand seemed to be a new addition to the mutant tree, but that didn't mean that it wasn't predictable. After all Peitro had seemed to be constantly moving around in the womb, and the one time Erik had called Irena, she told him they couldn't stop Peitro from running off.

"Do you have any stories?" Wanda asked looking at her father.

"Yes I do Wanda. Not in books though, stories in my head."

"Tell us one!" Peitro yelled.

"I know the perfect one." Erik said standing up and sitting on the guest bed back against the wall. He patted next to him and one twin sat on either side of him. "A long time ago there was this group of people..."

"Is there any action?!" Peitro asked.

"Why is it always fighting?" Wanda asked "Why can't you accept a peaceful story about people?"

"Shh, there's plenty of both." Erik consoled the twins before starting the story again. "This group of people were fighting for people like them, people who were different."

"Different how?" Wanda asked.

"These people had powers, abilities beyond your wildest imaginations. They fought so others like them and their children could live in a world that accepted them. Some of them looked different, and had strange appearances. Some of them looked like you or me, but had powerful abilities that one would never be able to guess."

"Like flight?" Peitro asked.

"Yes like flight." Erik confirmed the soft smile returning to his face, "They created silly little names for each other, each one embraced a part of who they are. They called themselves the X-men."

"Are the X-men real?" Wanda asked.

"Maybe they were. This was so long ago no one is quite sure. I doubt if they were real they are still around anymore." Erik said pausing to collect his thoughts. It had been so long ago on the beaches of Cuba where he had stood, in his mid twenties and full of rage and anger. That man that had stood there was gone, replaced with a much more dangerous combination of those primal emotions.

"Keep going?" The boy asked leaning in closer to Erik.

"Only if you don't interrupt any more." Erik teased.

"We won't we promise." Wanda said sending a glare towards her brother.

Erik continued to tell the twins the exploits of the X-men. How in the end they saved the world, and how they were held as heroes among the people they had fought so hard to gain acceptance from. How in the end they were forced to keep themselves a secret for fear that they would be hunted down despite their heroics. How even though heroes can do all the right things sometimes life makes them walk a different path.

Erik finished the story and looked down. Both twins were snoring softly, having fallen asleep likely for the first time in days. Erik couldn't keep in the tears, he could feel as they ran down his face. The cold making the trails of moisture they left behind burn on his skin.

He still remembered the last time he had held them like this. Three days after they were born Magda had come down with a fever. Three days after that she was dead, not even the hospital was sure what had happened. Erik still could feel as both newborns were in his arms fast asleep unbeknownst about their mother in pain and agony next to them. He could still feel the tears as he watched the doctors rush in to try and save her. The numbness when it was all over and when the sun rose. He still felt the pain, sometimes as if it were happening all over again. 

That was the first time the twins had lost their parents. Erik knew he changed after that, he always knew he would. Now sitting here holding the twins he realized they never even knew that they had lost their parents before. For them this was the first time they had experienced this, pain that lasts for a life time. Erik had given them up so they wouldn't have to experience this in the event he got into some trouble he couldn't simply solve with magnetism. Ironically that didn't save them. The act meant to save them and let them be children had failed.

So what was stopping him from taking them home? Living a quiet life somewhere? Erik knew the answer, he was afraid. Afraid to loose again. He knew that if he knew them, and then lost them things would go bad very fast. He didn't want that, Magda, his mother, anyone who had loved him, didn't want that. The anger and rage he held would explode, and Erik knew that if he were to explode the world might not be around anymore.

Peitro stirred a bit, and Erik looked down to make sure he was still asleep. Both twins looked a lot like their mother. They had inherited the dark brown hair and the same shaped nose. Peitro's eyes were just like Magda's. Wandas eyes were like his own, as well as her personality. Erik feared for her, not about what had happened but rather what would happen and what events might set her down an even darker path than the one she walked.

Erik sighed, exhausted from finding his way to the small country. He had seen the news, the several city blocks leveled by bombs. Thousands dead by the estimates and thousands more injured. He had come as fast as he could, unfortunately he feared he was not fast enough.

He pulled both twins in closer to him, in the hopes that his body heat would be able to keep them alive for the next few hours. Neither one seemed to mind or maybe they were to tired to even care. For a second Erik could imagine that they were at the little home he and Magda had bought, sitting in the room with the skylight watching the stars. But they weren't and they never would. Erik placed a small kiss on the top of each twins head before drifting off to sleep himself.

Hours later he was woken by the flashlight of a Red Cross worker. Erik wasn't expecting them to have shown up, but it was for all the better considering the twins had to go back into normal society. Although most people would write the story of him floating the three of them in the air down to the ground as the overactive imagination of a child.

The volunteer that had climbed over the building started speaking Sokovian. Erik could barely understand them, and neither twin was up, "Ich spreche Deustch." Erik said without thinking. 

"Um." The young woman said, "Do you speak English?"

Erik chuckled, "Yes I speak English."

"Are you hurt? Are either of your kids hurt?" She asked, slowly trying to remember the right sounds to say.

"No. The kids need food and water though." Erik said softly looking at the twins. They looked worse than they had previously, something Erik attributed to the lack of light at night.

"You are fine?" She asked confused.

"Yes, I'm a friend to their family." Erik said.

"You were not here when the bombs dropped then?"

"No." Erik said.

"Can you carry them?" The woman asked signaling some people at the bottom of the building.

"Yes." Erik said, "One at a time though." The woman nodded at him and Erik stood up sliding Peitro to lie on the bed while scooping Wanda in his arms. Erik nodded at the young woman and she helped direct him to the edge of the building where there was a makeshift rope ladder. Erik took hold of the ladder with one hand holding tight onto Wanda. Erik climbed down carefully trying to protect Wanda from the wind blowing snow and ash their way. Erik made it down and placed Wanda on a makeshift bed in the back of a pickup truck. Erik repeated the same thing with Peitro nearly falling a couple times due to the wind.

Erik placed Peitro next to his sister and looked at the two of them sleeping peacefully next to each other. He sighed knowing what had to come next. He didn't have the heart to wake them up, they needed their sleep. "Don't loose each other." He started to whisper to them "Don't let anyone push you down. Stand up for one another and stick together. The world is hard and cruel, having someone by your side will soften the blows. I wish I did. Don't forget who you are either, don't loose yourselves to the pain and rage. Just remember who you are and you'll be fine."

Erik stood up and looked at the young woman who had climbed down after him. "Can I trust you'll get them somewhere safe?"

"You are not taking them?" She asked confused.

"No." Erik felt his voice crack, "I can't." The woman nodded at him and the small band of volunteers packed up the area. Their sweep had yielded no one except the twins and there was no reason for them to stay in the area. Erik watched as they climbed in the back of the truck protecting his kids. He watched as the trails of exhaust disappeared off into the distance. That was it he knew, he was lucky to even get this chance. For the second time in his life Erik Lehnsherr had abandoned his children, and this time he was even less sure of his decision. But now it was over, he would never see them again, and he knew that was for the best.

[xcaroldanversx]

Parents Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver have had:

Magda & Erik Lehnsherr/Max Eisenhardt

Django & Marya Maximoff

Natalya Maximoff & unknown

Irena & Oleg Maximoff

Marvel pls just pick one and run with it

[wanda-chaos-witch]

Wanda Character Question Sheet 1

▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Wanda Marya Maximoff. AKA The Scarlet Witch. ▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 :  Verse-dependent, but usually taken ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 :  Telepathy, Telekinesis. Psionic energy manipulation. (Her red powers) Force Field Generation, Flight, Mental and Emotional manipulation. Chaos magic manipulation, Conjuration, Reality manipulation, time manipulation, transmutation, teleportation, protection spells, Fire, Weather, and electricity manipulation. Energy absorption, Astral projection.

Expert Combatant. (As she was trained by Natasha) Spy, Musician, Multilingual. ▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Green, turns to red when using her powers. ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Naturally Brown. But dyed red. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Oleg and Irena Maximoff (Parents, Deceased) Pietro Maximoff (Brother, Deceased) The Vision (Boyfriend? Husband? Deceased? Reborn? Its complicated...) Thomas Maximoff (Deceased?) William Maximoff (Deceased?)

▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : Sparky (Deceased) Thanks AGATHA!

[AN: This got depressing fast...] ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : Doctors, People telling her what to do. When people assume that because she's a woman she's delicate and needs help. ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Playing Guitar, Reading, Singing, Studying her magic, yoga, cooking. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 :  Yes. Lagos. Also... Vision. :( ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : Allows her emotions to get the best of her. ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : Her Mother, Pietro, Natasha, Clint, Steve Rodgers. ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Heterosexual. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : Wanda has always wanted the white picket fence, and Children and a dog. Just look at WandaVision... Unfortunately she has lost so much that were someone to propose she would probably freak out. ▌𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 : Commitment. Death, Water, Captivity, Prison, Being buried alive. ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : Loose comfortable clothing. With a high neckline, fairly modest. Usually long sleeved because she is self conscious of her scars from hydra. If she doesn't wear sleeves she will wear wrist bracers. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : Vision. ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : Very distrustful of other people. However if they are children, or need help she is more likely to befriend them quickly. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄 : She likes all different types of pie! Cherry is her favorite though. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : Chai Tea. It reminds her of her mother. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : Out in nature or anywhere with Vision. ▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 :  Neither! Vision is the only person who can get her to swim, because of the deep rooted fear that Hydra gave her. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : Sweet shy, needs protecting but not really. Patient and forgiving. Can put up with her crap. ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : Camping. She has spent far too much time indoors.

[ao3feed-steverogers]

Irena, Goddess of Crossroads

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by W01FS0NG

The eight times the heroes prayed for Irena’s advice, the two times she didn’t answer, the three times she actually answered, and the three times she showed up without one.

This is a part of my new series Irena, Daughter of Loki. If you want some context for the character, check that out before you read this.

Words: 6630, Chapters: 6/8, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Irena, Daughter of Loki

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: mention of things in Norse Mythology, MCU overview, Marvel movies - Freeform, Mention of Amora the Enchantress, OFC can use charmspeak, OFC is part Frost Giant (duh), OFC technically claims neutral party in most things, OFC is good with tech, OFC is sometimes helpful

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Irena, Goddess of Crossroads

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by W01FS0NG

The eight times the heroes prayed for Irena’s advice, the two times she didn’t answer, the three times she actually answered, and the three times she showed up without one.

This is a part of my new series Irena, Daughter of Loki. If you want some context for the character, check that out before you read this.

Words: 6630, Chapters: 6/8, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Irena, Daughter of Loki

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: mention of things in Norse Mythology, MCU overview, Marvel movies - Freeform, Mention of Amora the Enchantress, OFC can use charmspeak, OFC is part Frost Giant (duh), OFC technically claims neutral party in most things, OFC is good with tech, OFC is sometimes helpful

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[wanda-chaos-witch]

“Very well.” Charles replies.

“Natalya would be your mother I would wager.”

“My parents were Irena and Oleg Maximoff.” Wanda replies shaking her head.

“And yet here you are the spitting image of Natalya and with the powers of the scarlet witch. Something which is generational I will add.”

“Erik. Why don’t you tell Wanda a bit about Natalya? Perhaps we can gain some clarity in this situation.”

Red magic crackled through the air. A demented star shattering through the multiverse as the Scarlet Witch herself manifested in the backyard of the X-Mansion.

Charles sat out on the porch playing chess with Erik. His eyes widened.

“Where are my boys?!” The woman spoke.

Charles arches a brow, touching his fingers to his temples.

@wanda-chaos-witch

Erik looks up, raising a brow, "Natalia? Is that you?" He leans back in his seat, very confused

[wanda-chaos-witch]

Wanda jumped as Erik’s voice crashed over her like a wave.

Anger flooded the room.

“You think we wanted this? We were avenging our parents surely you would have done anything to do that. Besides I was never human in the first place.” Wanda retorted.

“What are you talking about?” Pietro asked.

“I’ve apparently always been a witch.”

He squinted. “No you haven’t.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit odd how that bomb never went off?” She replies.

He frowns. “It was faulty.”

“No. It wasn’t. I was protecting us.”

There is a silence.

“I would have noticed if you were... different.” He argues.

“Not if my abilities only work under stress.”

He seemed shocked.

Wanda turned to regard Erik again. “Back to your questions. We were young and angry and naive.”

Pietro spoke up. A seriousness tinging his voice. “It was my fault. I talked her into joining with me. For our country and our parents.”

“Piet-“

“No. I made you like this! I made me like this! And I regret it everyday. I was supposed to protect you and look what happened. I wasn’t there for you.

“Piet-“

“No Wanda! I should have been smarter! Faster! Saved you from this- this So called enhancement that is eating you up inside. You think I can’t see it? Cant feel it?!”

“This is who I am now.” Wanda whispered.

Pietro frowned. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe we’re not human. Perhaps we have lost the goodness in ourselves. I would do anything to get it back. To change the past. But life dosent work that way. We can only move forward.”

Wanda stared at her hands as Piet glared at Erik.

“And we aren’t your children. Just because I share the name of your son. Our parents are named Oleg and Irena. And they are dead. We watched them die. You can never replace them.”

“Pietro!” Wanda gasped.

But he had already left the room.

Wanda extended her hands out like she would to a wounded animal. “I’m so sorry. Our past is a touchy subject.”

The room is silent.

“I didn’t want to join originally but we did. And we have been considered-“ she laughs to herself. “Sentient weapons. Ever since.”

Wanda is very pale and looks exhausted.

Her hands tremble and her mind is too weak too keep her thoughts secret any longer.

Her thoughts drift to vision. He never made her feel like a monster.

The way he would kiss her hands. The source of her Power. As if she were normal. She wished he were here right now. But things were so confusing.

Not the same.

They probably never would be.

People like her didn’t get happy endings.

She wiped a tear off her face.

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Wanda woke up at about four in the morning. She groaned and used her powers to turn in the light.

It was amazing how a building could be so full of people and yet Wanda still felt so lonely.

She once again found herself wishing her brother was here. Her real brother. Or Vision.

A tear slipped out of her eye and she frowned.

There was nothing she could do about this now. But perhaps if she studied her powers a bit more she could help Peter.

She gasped audibly.

“The Darkhold! Agatha’s book.”

She dug around in her purse until she found it and started reading.

It wasn’t in a language she understood. Until… suddenly the letters began to change. And it was.

Sokovian. Her first language.

She read the text out loud.

“The Scarlet Witch has the capability to bend space, time and even matter to her will.”

“Well that’s unnerving” she muttered before continuing to read.

“Stronger than even the sorcerer supreme she is the focal point for the universe’s magic. She can bring back even the dead at will. Though there are consequences to these actions.”

“Wanda.”

Vision!

She dropped the book and rushed down the stairs.

“I can feel him! I can feel!” She knocked into a very confused looking Logan.

“You alright Red?” He asked trying to steady her with his hands around her waist.

“Move!” She shoved his hands off of her.

“Well someone’s not a morning person.” He grumbled.

He saw her rushing to the front door and instinct told him to follow her.

She passed Erik on the stairs but didn’t slow. Merely using her magic to open the front doors and reveal the man standing there.

“VIS!” She exclaimed throwing herself into the surprised android’s arms.

“What, how?!” Tears sprang into her eyes as Logan exchanged a worried look with Erik.

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