Wanda was carrying a bag of produce as she stepped inside of her dorm. She had gotten used to living alone and was more than a little surprised to see someone standing in her living room. What was even more surprising was 'who' was in her living room.
Vision's creator. Her brother's killer. Ultron.
She closed the door behind her with a soft foreboding click as she placed the bag down on an end table. Wanda didn't waste food, even if she was facing the thing that had killed her brother. "What are you doing here?" Her voice dripped with venom. He might notice that her accident had lightened, her hair was now completely red and she had aged. It wasn't by a lot but it was noticeable. Wanda had live and time had past.
She would have killed him out right but she didn't know if he was already in the sphere's system or if he could go there. The sphere also had a nasty habit of bringing people back and the last thing she wanted was Ultron out of her sight.
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Vision's creator. Her brother's killer. Ultron.
She closed the door behind her with a soft foreboding click as she placed the bag down on an end table. Wanda didn't waste food, even if she was facing the thing that had killed her brother. "What are you doing here?" Her voice dripped with venom. He might notice that her accident had lightened, her hair was now completely red and she had aged. It wasn't by a lot but it was noticeable. Wanda had live and time had past.
She would have killed him out right but she didn't know if he was already in the sphere's system or if he could go there. The sphere also had a nasty habit of bringing people back and the last thing she wanted was Ultron out of her sight.