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[well...this is not going at all as he had hoped. Even if he isn't exactly sure what he was hoping for. He did not think this through. ]

I'm not here to hurt you, or stop you or anything. I'm not even here on purpose. I didn't know you were here before we got here and now I'm sort of stranded for a little while. I didn't-

[ didn't mean to hurt her. How many people in his life has he not meant to hurt? How many more will he hurt by not thinking? ]

I'll go. I'm sorry for- well all this.

[maybe there is something to be said about those who are part of the maximoff family, whether it is through birth or some resonance of magic and reincarnation: they feel too much, and end up saying and doing things that hurt others just because they acted first.

a quiet lump of panic makes her heart skip when this young man, billy, offers to go and apologizes. her own grief keeps her from wanting to hurt again, and the idea alone that this could be her son from some alternate universe sits with her as an unfair, cruel taunt. isn't this what she's wanted for so long, though?

because—in the end—he is stranded here, and doesn't it say a lot about this whole situation that he's come to his mother (or another version of her)?]

—wait.

[her voice is small, a strained plea, as she raises her head to look at him. wanda is hesitant, her hands in front of her, fingers threading into each other.]

I've lost you before. [a version of you] I'm— just afraid. I know it's not fair to you, but...

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[ His heart drops at that. He had a feeling that she had lost a version of him from her reaction, but hearing her say it makes it worse. Is it their curse to always lose each other? ]

I'm sorry, it's also not fair to you for me to just show up. I didn't mean to make anything harder, but I felt your magic and well...you're mom. Even if I'm not really him.

[you're mom, he says with such a sense of certainty, with such love and care—it makes her heart ache. wanda studies his face carefully before reaching out with a hand to cup his cheek. though she is nervous, there is familiarity in this relative strangers' face; it's the way their magic recognizes like, and one could not fake the certainty of calling someone their mother, even if it's another version entirely.

with a soft rub of her thumb over his cheek, wanda makes up her mind. he came to her, because he's stranded, and because family is forever.]

Billy.

[she's missed him terribly, and she can sense it, that this young man is, somehow, her son. her hand drops to his shoulder, trails down his arm, elbow, wrist, and settles to hold his hand.

with her hex in place, she can literally do whatever she wants. so skipping the market one week won't hurt her.]

Would you like... to come home with me? Until your friend finds you. Even if it's a little selfish, I'd like to spend some time with you.

[ he smiles at her. It's been a while since he had seen either of his mothers and the gesture to cup his cheek is something they have both done. there is a good ache in his chest as he looks at this version of his mom. he makes a mental note when he gets back to his world that he really needs to call home. ]

I would love to.

[maybe it could be just as easy as accepting this for what it is, not asking too many questions and not trying to understand where this puts her within the grand scheme of things.

pulling her hand back, wanda smiles at the young man.

(it could be just that easy.)]

Come on, then.

[with a raise of her hand and an easy twirl of her fingers, the truck is all packed up and ready to go, wanda walking around it to get in the driver's seat to drive home. she waits for billy to join her before she stops containing herself from the myriad of questions she has for him.

she'll start simple(/s):]

You have to tell me everything about your life.

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