[Wanda isn't given to talking about the things that grieve her, not even to the teammates she's come closer to over the last several months. There are times in which she'll mention things in passing. A story about Pietro. Their parents. Something she used to do in Sokovia that she's reminded of.
In truth it's not that it's hard to talk about it, even as much as it pains her to think about what she's lost. It's that she learned quickly that she doesn't like the way people look at her when they learned her parents were dead. She hates the sudden outpouring of sympathy, all too often shifting their perception of her. As if she and Pietro are weak. As if they're somehow in need of so much help because they're orphans. Or in Wanda's case, twinless. Cast adrift from her home.
More than that, there are few that she feels can hear what she has to say and understand. Most people her age are...well, perhaps not so much younger than her emotionally so much as they haven't been forced to grow up as quickly as she was. They have their families still, a wealth of relatives to support them. Most of them have never had to wonder how long they might have a roof over their head or how long they can stretch the few groceries they have.
Even though he's told her so little, Wanda can feel deep in her bones that James would understand. It could be that she senses it through her powers, but more likely she believes that it's simply a case of one person recognizing something similar deep in another. Commonalities yet to rise to the surface.
So when he asks, she answers.]
Just over a year. His name was Pietro. He was my twin.
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In truth it's not that it's hard to talk about it, even as much as it pains her to think about what she's lost. It's that she learned quickly that she doesn't like the way people look at her when they learned her parents were dead. She hates the sudden outpouring of sympathy, all too often shifting their perception of her. As if she and Pietro are weak. As if they're somehow in need of so much help because they're orphans. Or in Wanda's case, twinless. Cast adrift from her home.
More than that, there are few that she feels can hear what she has to say and understand. Most people her age are...well, perhaps not so much younger than her emotionally so much as they haven't been forced to grow up as quickly as she was. They have their families still, a wealth of relatives to support them. Most of them have never had to wonder how long they might have a roof over their head or how long they can stretch the few groceries they have.
Even though he's told her so little, Wanda can feel deep in her bones that James would understand. It could be that she senses it through her powers, but more likely she believes that it's simply a case of one person recognizing something similar deep in another. Commonalities yet to rise to the surface.
So when he asks, she answers.]
Just over a year. His name was Pietro. He was my twin.