Wanda's features twisted into a mask of horror. She's experienced different levels of hell but that was nothing like what Tommy was describing now. It was cruel. Even if it wasn't her, to have your children ripped away when they were young. She felt moisture gather at the corner of her eyes but she was a Maximoff, she didn't cry and as swiftly as they had arrived they vanished.

"Do you know them? The twins. Anything. Their names?" She cleared her throat and tried to compose herself.

"Vision was... he was made using human tissue. A perfect being is how Stark described him. I don't know if he could have had children or not. I never thought to ask." It didn't matter now. He was dead and Wanda couldn't bring him back. Just like she couldn't make the lives that Tommy was describing to her now. She wasn't the Wanda Maximoff that he knew.

She placed her palm over her lips and tried to steady herself.

This was more than anything she could have expected.