Wanda
Shipwreck found Wanda sobbing in her room. "Hey," He walked in and gently hugged her.
"Why do I miss him?" She sobbed. "I hated him so much! There was a time that all I wanted to do was to kill him and now that he's dead…"
"It doesn't take the hurt away what he did to you does it?" Shipwreck asked softly.
"No," Wanda pulled away and shook her head. "It doesn't. Why do I miss him even after he treated me so badly? I don't understand what's wrong with me?"
"Kid the only thing wrong with you is that you have a serious case of compassion," Shipwreck told her. "Which is more than your old man ever had. You care about people. That's a good thing. And Magneto was your father so…" He shrugged.
"Some father," Wanda huffed. "You've been more of a dad to me than he has!"
"I know I ain't your real father," Shipwreck said softly. "And I never will be. But I love you and your brother all the same. And I'll do whatever I can to help you. You know that?"
"Yeah I do. Pietro's probably celebrating," Wanda huffed.
"No he's putting on a front," Shipwreck sighed. "Trust me I know he's hurting too. Acted the same way when Mara left me. So when he's mouthing off try to remember that he's trying to rationalize things and don't kill him."
"It's just that…there are so many things I wanted to say to him," Wanda sighed. "So many unresolved issues I had and now…"
"Well you can do what I did when I was a kid and found out I was adopted," Shipwreck suggested. "You write a letter to him. Get it all out and put it away. That way well…"
"You were adopted?" Wanda looked at him. "You never told me that."
"Well I never felt adopted," Shipwreck shrugged. "I guess I was lucky enough to get parents who wanted me. Maybe even more than my real ones did. Point is, we're all here for you kid."
"Thanks," Wanda hugged him. "Can I be alone for a bit?"
"Sure kid," Shipwreck got up and left. "Take as long as you need."
Wanda sighed and sat there for a moment. Then she got up and went to her desk. She found a piece of paper and started to write.
