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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ a woman, always painted
as the villain, tries her hardest to
show a cruel world her good intention...
FINDING HANK TURNED FROM BOY TO BEAST WAS NOT ON HER LIST OF TO-DOES TODAY, BUT AS MAGGIE SAT INSIDE the jet the immensely smart scientist made in a matter of weeks staring at the cockpit where a blue furry head peeked out she felt completely flabbergasted. Of course she had seen her fair share of strange, mutants were after all everything but ordinary—and in some cases extraordinary looking. Her gaze shifts, brown eyes flickering up to look at Erik. The man is seated directly across from her, like a cruel twist of fate, pulling them in each other's orbit but never letting them get too close to touch. She knows in a way that it is her own fault, her own decision, but a small flickering part in her heart still wishes to kiss him like she could have only two hours ago.
Her thoughts swirls with possibilities, what ifs—maybes. She will hold on to his lingering words, maybe in another lifetime. It's sounds poetic and sweet, and completely opposite of what he was about to do—about to commit. But she can't find it in herself to blame him. The ghost of his past, the one that holds him in the realm of yesterdays seems to be stronger than anything she can offer him as solace. The remnants of his history have left him with a thirst for vengeance and he doesn't have it in his heart to bury it among the rumble of his shattered childhood.
Maggie can relate to that at least, the sharp shards digging in her heart at the memories of suffering for who you are. To feel alone in a world that should have embraced her and celebrated her gifts instead of cursing them as work of the devil or any other force of evil. But her heart blooms with hope—a difference that can be made. She had wondered what was to be after this. After Cuba, after Schmidt, after everything. And she found her after. Her purpose.
Maggie Hendrix was going be the one thing she had always needed as a guideless child brought into the adult world far too soon.
"Looks pretty messy out there." Hank announces as he glances out the window and observes the dozen or so ships in the water.
Maggie watches as Charles gently touches his temple, his own powers coming in to play as he closes his eyes and reaches out beyond their aircraft, beyond the air and into the hearts of the ships in the water, "Crew of Aral Sea are all dead. Shaw's been there." He relays to the team as they nervously glance around. For a moment, the chestnut haired woman catches Alex' eye, the normal confident and loud kid is reduced to a pondering mess of nerves even though he tries to hide it—and does very well. But she has been with all these people long enough to see beyond their façade.
