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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ a woman, always painted
as the villain, tries her hardest to
show a cruel world her good intention...
THE CAR RIDE TO THE OUTSKIRTS OF DC WERE UNCOMFORTABLE TO SAY THE LEAST, THANKS TO THE FACT THAT CHARLES AND MAGGIE HADN'T SPOKEN IN A DECADE, and many unspoken words remained hanging in the air. Even Logan, a man that had always seemed uncrackable, especially emotionally, seemed fazed by their tense silence. And it wasn't until they reached a familiar driveway, did the chestnut haired woman speak. "Just, let me do the talking alight? Pete doesn't know you and neither does Maria."
Logan just scoffed, clearly no thinking it would matter much as he pulled the car door open and stepped outside to stride to the front door. Maggie scrambled to follow after the burly man—knowing with utmost certainty Marie would assume the worst when she would see strangers knocking on her door.
"Logan." Maggie hissed after the man who had already been knocking loudly on the door. "Logan dammit I said to let me do the talking."
The door swung open before she could even push herself to the front, and a very frazzled Maria Maximoff opened the door. Her eyes scanned the three unfamiliar man in front of her, not seeing Maggie standing behind Logan. "What has he done now? I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."
"Maria." Maggie finally pushed herself to the front of the group, an easy going smile displayed on her face that immediately eased Maria's nerves. Shoulder slouching, Maria smiled in return. "Maggie."
"Still getting himself into trouble it seems." The mutant woman spoke sympathetically to the single mother.
"That's the one thing you couldn't teach him." Maria laughed, stepping back and opening the door further to let them inside her home. "Why are you here?"
"We need to talk to Peter." Maggie explained as she easily manoeuvred through the house, and spotting a familiar little girl dressed in a fluffy pink tutu sitting in front of the television.
"Miss Maggie!" Young Wanda jumped to her feet, the fake glittery fairy wings on her back flailing around as she hugged her. "Are you here for Petey?" She asked, big brown doe eyes staring up at her curiously.
"I am sweetheart. We need your brother's help for something." She nodded, ruffling the girls unruly brown hair, unaware of the stares she received from her companions.
"Oh is he going to be a superhero!" Wanda jumped excitedly up and down, clapping her hands together.
Now, Maggie couldn't exactly say she was recruiting Peter to break into the Pentagon to free one of America's most notorious criminals to a little girl—so she opted for a much simpler answer as she leaned down to whisper in the girl's ear. "A secret superhero mission. You have to promise not to tell anyone."
