She nodded as the scenes changed before them. "But you don't recall it being this way all the time, do you?" It was a rhetorical question, and so she simply shook her head as one boot stepped carefully over a rock, nearing the edge of the cliff.
"Your mind is a jumble, Pietro. Your memories are here, but not all of them are your own. Some of them feel... wrong. Not as though you've had your mind tampered with, but rather as if the memories are..." She tilted her head, regarding him.
"Misplaced," she finished, before holding her hand out to him and pulling him over the edge of the cliff with her to the town.
"I'm going to have to sort through them, and I apologize in advance for any memories I might cross of you fantasizing about me, but I've known for rather a long time you've fancied me anyway," she teased lightly, before beginning the real work.
Searching out with her mind, she would have to reassemble two sets of memories somehow. Maybe... just maybe, she could bring Wanda's sanity back once Pietro's returned. She found one thought of love, then examined it more closely to see it was for a daughter. Pietro's, obviously. She continued and found another thought of love, but upon further examination, she saw it was of The Vision. Wanda's. Piece by piece would take a long time, but with Pietro there, he could help her along as well.
She gasped out loud as she came to one thought, that had to be Pietro's. But... it couldn't. It simply couldn't. It was a memory of power, raw power, coupled with fear. She'd almost assumed it was Wanda's thought until she'd examined it...
"You have your father's powers...?" It was barely a whisper.
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"Your mind is a jumble, Pietro. Your memories are here, but not all of them are your own. Some of them feel... wrong. Not as though you've had your mind tampered with, but rather as if the memories are..." She tilted her head, regarding him.
"Misplaced," she finished, before holding her hand out to him and pulling him over the edge of the cliff with her to the town.
"I'm going to have to sort through them, and I apologize in advance for any memories I might cross of you fantasizing about me, but I've known for rather a long time you've fancied me anyway," she teased lightly, before beginning the real work.
Searching out with her mind, she would have to reassemble two sets of memories somehow. Maybe... just maybe, she could bring Wanda's sanity back once Pietro's returned. She found one thought of love, then examined it more closely to see it was for a daughter. Pietro's, obviously. She continued and found another thought of love, but upon further examination, she saw it was of The Vision. Wanda's. Piece by piece would take a long time, but with Pietro there, he could help her along as well.
She gasped out loud as she came to one thought, that had to be Pietro's. But... it couldn't. It simply couldn't. It was a memory of power, raw power, coupled with fear. She'd almost assumed it was Wanda's thought until she'd examined it...
"You have your father's powers...?" It was barely a whisper.
OOC: Sorry for the late reply!