Disclaimer: Marvel owns The X-Men and all of the characters…but if I built a time machine and use it to…naw, too much work.
A.p.R. - Well this was written because I wanted to share my opinion about why Ol' Bucket Head put his daughter in a mental institution.
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My estranged daughter, Wanda. She was my little girl until I place her in a mental institution for the majority of her childhood, it is not something I am proud of. While other children were outside running and playing with friends and family she was locked up being contained in an isolated chamber. I never would've done that if it wasn't necessary but her powers grew too dangerous to the point of even not being able to take her outside with other children.
When the twins were just about four years old they got into a disagreement over a toy. Luckily I was there to stop the scissors from impaling Pietro; that was too close of a call to let it happen again. Immediate attention was needed, Wanda was too hazardous to be allowed to interact with others. The thing that she doesn't remember was how I tried to help her control he powers; it wasn't how she thought. I didn't ship her off and leave her for dead. Regrettably, I couldn't help her…the best thing I saw to do was to put her in an environment were all three of us would be safe. It was the only solution.
Witnessing those men dragging my little girl off was one of the worst pains I had ever felt. Pietro and I arrived home later that rainy night; he ran strait to his room and cried. Poor boy, he loved his sister to the highest extent he could. I have never admitted it to this day but I cried like a infant that night.
Little did I know that her pleads and cries would haunt my dreams for years. In the end I convinced Pietro that it was done for the best and that maybe one day he would get to see and play with his beloved sister.
I did not abandon her completely as everyone perceives, I am not a monster. I paid the asylum to care for her, give her the best treatment, and the best things she could have. I visited her on occasion as she slept after a sedative; I held her in my arms and cried as I looked down at my beautiful daughters face.
I knew that things could never be the same between Wanda and I…but at those times where I was able to be with her without her hate gave me a false glint of hope. But she was too detached from any other emotion besides anger.
I found this out years later when she escaped, with the help of Mystique, and set out on a mission to extract her revenge upon me. After almost killing me I realized that I couldn't see her like that any longer. I contacted a mutant know as Mastermind and forced him to rewrite Wanda's memories so that she wouldn't attempt to kill me again.
Though the possibility was high that she would die after undergoing the procedure I took the risk. Others think I am a monster for toying with my daughters mind, her life, just to eliminate a threat to my life long goal. I did this for Wanda not for my personal gain. Wanda is the lucky one; she gets to have all those happy memories of a perfect relationship with her father and brother. I am condemned to live with the pain and mental anguish I caused her throughout her life; I am the one who has to remember those nights when I just sit awake and stare at her picture broodingly over what I had done.
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