“We're on yours.” She's pretty sure he wouldn't mind her speaking for him in this regard. “Because if you go back home, to that, I will personally break through the multiverse again, and move your ass to the version of Chicago I'm going to.” She says it with a light laugh, almost like she's joking, but she's not really.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Natasha asks, half of a smile turning up the side of her mouth as she takes a step back. Her hand stays on Wanda's arm, though, not quite ready to let go.
"I never spent as much time in Chicago as I should have," she says then. "But I'm not planning to go back. I don't think I have anything to go back to."
“It can be both.” She offers a smile when Natasha steps back.
“That and if we're being honest, our world is shit.” Look. It is a continuous mess. “Anyway it's probably like our Chicago. But ours before superhero shenanigans became wide open public knowledge. You know, a world where weird magic shit happens that has to be explained away from the general public. I'm sure it won't be weird at all when I teleport in with demonic magic all over me and have the magic police on my ass ... but you know what, I kind of don't care.”
"I'm sort of attached to it." Meaning their world, and the people in it. But that's why she has to stay away. If she went back, she'd want to live her old life again, and it's not possible. It's just... it's not, anymore.
"Maybe I should visit you in Chicago. Make sure you're not getting in too much trouble with the magic police."
That's fair. Wanda just thinks too many people like herself broke it.
“At least I'm consistent with enraging officials, so you should be able to find me fast. I'll promise you won't have to break me out of anywhere again, though. You should visit, though; guest room's always open for you, too.”
Natasha glances down at herself, still showing all the changes that have been visited on her in Hell, looking more like a succubus than a human. Her tail swishes a little uncertainly.
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"I never spent as much time in Chicago as I should have," she says then. "But I'm not planning to go back. I don't think I have anything to go back to."
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“That and if we're being honest, our world is shit.” Look. It is a continuous mess. “Anyway it's probably like our Chicago. But ours before superhero shenanigans became wide open public knowledge. You know, a world where weird magic shit happens that has to be explained away from the general public. I'm sure it won't be weird at all when I teleport in with demonic magic all over me and have the magic police on my ass ... but you know what, I kind of don't care.”
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"Maybe I should visit you in Chicago. Make sure you're not getting in too much trouble with the magic police."
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“At least I'm consistent with enraging officials, so you should be able to find me fast. I'll promise you won't have to break me out of anywhere again, though. You should visit, though; guest room's always open for you, too.”
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"The hooves won't be a problem, will they?"