Well, This Should Be Awkward
It was a big day. TJ had actually worn a dress- and it wasn't even ridiculously short or anything! She'd taken her braids out and let her natural curls do their thing (with the help of a generous dollop of anti-frizz product). She'd worn an image inducer for the ride over, but she turned it off as she approached the gates of the Avenger's Mansion.
She pressed the buzzer. "Um, hi. I'm Talia Wagner. The Scarlet Witch is supposed to be expecting me?" she said into the intercom, trying not to sound as nervous as she really was.
Wanda knew who she was. Her dad had done the hard part by informing her. It was just a matter of actually... meeting her mother. Or, well, her mother's alternate timeline duplicate. There were a dozen what-ifs floating around her head. What if she doesn't like me? What if I'm disappointing to her? What if she doesn't really believe I'm her daughter?
She did her best to quiet her anxiety as she waited to be let in.
She pressed the buzzer. "Um, hi. I'm Talia Wagner. The Scarlet Witch is supposed to be expecting me?" she said into the intercom, trying not to sound as nervous as she really was.
Wanda knew who she was. Her dad had done the hard part by informing her. It was just a matter of actually... meeting her mother. Or, well, her mother's alternate timeline duplicate. There were a dozen what-ifs floating around her head. What if she doesn't like me? What if I'm disappointing to her? What if she doesn't really believe I'm her daughter?
She did her best to quiet her anxiety as she waited to be let in.