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Canon Immersion Meme

Canon Immersion Meme

Have you ever wondered what your character would be like if they grew up in another universe? Maybe you've pictured Dean Winchester as a pokemon trainer specializing in Fighting types who travels from Kanto to Nuvema with his physic trainer brother, taking down rogue legendaries who are causing chaos for the local people. Or maybe you've pictured Sailor Moon as a Power ranger, or want to have Batman be a member of the Avengers.

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It was one of those rare days when Charles Xavier was out in his gardens, contemplating renovations to the house. After all, if it was going to be a school for mutants, there were quite a few changes that were going to have to be made.

His thoughts of stone and concrete are interrupted by another mind nearby, one he didn't recognize. Thoughts of sadness and loss....it washes over him for a moment before he is able to school his thoughts back to wondering who it could be.

The wheelchair slowly makes it way towards the tree she is sitting under, Charles not wanting to alarm her. "Hello there, are you alright?" he asks when he sees her.

Wanda had sensed another's approach, and the mind of someone strong - but that still didn't stop her from jumping slightly, startled and surprised that he had found her so quickly. She didn't recognize him, a fact which made her edgy and nervous. Wanda tried to mask this by hardening her expression and squaring her shoulders.

"Yes...yes I'm fine," she asserted, trying to maintain her bravado even if it was partially fake. "I just...I don't know how I got here...or where I am, for that matter."

Wanda stood slowly and crossed her arms before her chest, leveling a slight hard look to him - in the animal kingdom this would be a clear signal of establishing dominance. If she displayed a hard, strong exterior, he would be less likely to attack her if he turned out to be an enemy. That was her thought process, anyway.

"Who are you? What is this place?"

She was one of them, a mutant, Charles knew. If she did come here by accident, perhaps it was fortunate to end up on their doorstep.

He replied, "Professor Charles Xavier. You're in Westchester, New York." If she looked in his mind, she would see it was true. He was doing nothing to keep her out.

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And push into his mind she did - curious if he was a friend or foe. His mind would tell her - though she soon realized, it didn't take much, that he was a telepath, like her. She could sense his superior defenses of his mind, though they were down for the moment. For her benefit.

"New York..." the Avengers compound was also in New York - she wondered if it was far. Her senses told her it was. This place was very different. Very different indeed. "Did you bring me here?"

She didn't know if some matter of science or magic had brought her here - nor who was responsible. And she was determined to find out why.

"And you didn't answer me," she gestured to the house. She still marveled at its structure and tilted her head. "What is this place?

He observed her technique, impressed already with her abilities.

"It was not me who brought you here, I'm afraid." Though it was concerning she didn't know herself how she got here. He would have to see if Hank picked up anything on his many instruments inside the house.

He looked up at the mansion. "This is my home. There are quite a few of us here like you, Miss Maximoff." A knowing smile back at her.

"Would you care to come in? I'm sure we could come up with some breakfast for you?" Charles offered, gesturing to the house.

At first she bristles when he says her name - but then, it just proves what a skilled telepath he is. Wanda hardens her mind and puts up a few more defenses - hoping to test his skills further, or keep him out of her mind altogether. A win either way for her.

"Do you make a habit of inviting strangers into your home and offering them breakfast?" Wanda tilted a brow. Slightly amused, slightly suspicious. "Besides, how am I to know that you are friend or foe? I don't often eat with the latter, you see."

Her senses did tell her, based on her assessment of what she'd seen of his mind thus far, that he was not a threat to her. Or, at least, he meant her no harm.

He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Sometimes. Especially when they look like they might need it."

Charles turns his chair slightly as if to go inside. "You're more than welcome to stay outside as well if you prefer. I assure you, this is a safe place." The world out there was unkind to mutants in general. Having somewhere safe to go was important.

A young man jogs past them quite fast, Hank giving Charles a wave before taking off on his daily run. Charles waves back.

Wanda can sense the truth in his statement. She glances up as the young man jogs past them. There is a camaraderie between the two men, she senses it. But she doesn't ask about it. When he turns to go inside, she looks up to the house once again.

Truly it does remind her of the old, fantastical structures of Sokovia. Steeped in history and just as much mystery. What secrets did such places hold? Wanda found herself curious. And, though she would be reluctant to admit it, she was already beginning to trust this man.

She followed him inside and marveled at the inside of the house, turning around and walking backwards a bit to observe the beauty of the decor.

The motorized chair glides smoothly through the corridors, slow enough that it doesn't impede her observing the place. "It's been in my family for many years," he answers her unasked questions as he leads the way to the kitchen area. The place wasn't yet organized for being a school but they were working on it.

Charles was curious as to how she came to be here, if she was sent or if it was some kind of accident. And there was the last name, Maximoff. The same as Quicksilver's had been, he thought to himself.

She can see that the place is being redone, to a degree. "It's lovely..." she mumbles. It's only then that she turns and follows the right way after him. "You're renovating, though. You're preparing your home for something in particular?"

Wanda doesn't want to probe his mind too deeply. She's careful, but she doesn't want to offend too quickly. The Avengers have taught her that much.

But the name, Quicksilver, it rings a bell to her. It wasn't a name her brother used often, but...

"Quicksilver. You know him?" She tenses, and stops walking as she regards him. A Quicksilver, also named Maximoff. It had to be him. It had to be Pietro.

"I'm...hoping to reopen it as a school for gifted students. For mutants." Now that he has his confidence as a teacher back, he couldn't turn his back on the world anymore.

He did wonder if this was a relative. "Yes, actually. He helped us to rescue...a friend." Now an enemy but that was rather a long story. Charles puts two fingers against his temple, letting her see Peter Maximoff in his mind. A young man to be sure, cocky, laid back, incredibly fast on his feet.

"Is that him?"

When she sees her brother displayed in his mind's eye, all other topics of conversation are long forgotten. Wanda breathes heavily a moment, reliving the pain of his death again, all over again. Bad enough she had to live through it once. Tears fill her eyes and she bites her lower lip.

"Pietro," she whispered. "Yes, yes that's my brother."

She sees his youthful smile, cheeky in his age. Cheeky when he was older too, some things didn't change. She could still hear his last words echo in her mind. Wanda lets her guard down then, gives him full access to her mind and her pain.

His breath hitches at the memories and the pain with them. He didn't want them...but he knew he couldn't just push them back and do nothing. As his older self had said, it was his gift to bend without breaking and to take on the pain of others to help them get through it.

"I did not know, I'm sorry," he says, a tear slowly running down his face silently. He offers a hand and a literal and metaphorical shoulder to cry on.

She can't stop the tears, even if she wanted to. Already they fell down her cheeks, some even brushing against the back of her hands as she cries. Wanda didn't want to look so weak. Not here, not when she wasn't sure if this man was truly a friend.

But he knew Pietro. And there were no images of Pietro looking upon him with fear or pain...

So they were friends. That meant he was a friend to her, too.

Wanda sniffled a bit, taking a deep breath. She reached up and rubbed her tears away with her knuckles and looked up to him. "No need," she replied softly. "As you said - you didn't know."

He did want to know how it happened but it was too soon, too fresh and painful for her. But he did know that he would definitely have her stay with them. Charles owed his life to Quicksilver and the lives of his friends. Despite him being a pain in the rear sometimes, he would never dismiss the importance of that.

A handkerchief is offered to her. Old fashioned perhaps, but Xavier was that kind of teacher. "You will stay with us till you figure out how you came to be here. I must insist." He's not going to take no for an answer.

Wanda takes the handkerchief and smiles her thanks. She dabs her eyes, taking care not to smudge her makeup. When he insists that she stays, Wanda is surprised.

"I couldn't impose," she bites her lower lip. At the same time, she has nowhere else to go. No one to turn to, and this man was a friend to her brother. "I mean, I am grateful for your offer, don't get me wrong."

She's weighing her options, limited though they may be. "Are you certain it would not be any trouble?"

He gives her a reassuring smile.

"None at all, I assure you. It's a very big house, there are plenty of bedrooms and space for everyone." She could probably have the pick of any of them, there wasn't enough students yet to call it a school.

"If you're ready, I can give you the nickel tour."

Wanda smiles and nods slowly. "Even so, I'll try not to stay long and be too much of an inconvenience," she replies, standing slowly. She keeps the offered handkerchief clutched almost lovingly in her hand.

"I'd like that, yes please," she replies.

It's hard for her, how she only just got used to the Avengers compound. Now she has yet another place to get used to.

"So, how long have you been here, exactly?" she's curious, wondering how long he's had to master his abilities, and what his intentions were.

"Nonsense, you're more than welcome. It's a big house, the more people that are in it, the better." Living by oneself in such a mansion was lonely and depressing after all. More fun now that he was starting to attract students to the place.

He wheels forward, showing the study and living area. "This is my home. We're working on converting it into a boarding school, Dr. McCoy and I."

Wanda follows after him, eyes wide and looking all around to take in all of the sights and architecture. When he mentions having a comrade with him helping him to establish the school, she looks to him with interest.

"Is it just the two of you? Seems awfully lonely..." she echoes the feeling he's giving off from his mind about the mansion and living it in alone.

She was a perceptive young lady, Charles could see that.

"Which is why we should fill up the place as soon as possible." He was eager to teach once again. And move past the whole business with Magneto and Mystique.

The names, something in them brings a pang of familiarity to her. But...it's a strange sensation, a strange familiarity. She knows she's never met anyone by those names before. Wanda shakes her head a bit to clear her mind, but looks to Charles with a tilted head.

"Magneto and Mystique? Who are they?" She ventured to ask. It didn't occur to her really that asking of them might be prying too much into his personal life. She was just genuinely curious.

He stops his wheelchair, turning slightly towards her as he hesitates to speak of them.

"Magneto...is one of us who believes a war is brewing between humans and mutants. That we cannot live together as one species." Charles, obviously, does not share that viewpoint. She may see Erik Lensherr in Charles' minds eye, a sense of grief and regret at their parting ways.

She sees how he hesitates. That speaks volumes to her. Wanda tilts her head, trying to get a feel for his state of mind.

"Well...he's not entirely wrong," her words might betray more than her mind actually knows. She looks into his mind, sees Magneto and his true name, Erik. There's a familiarity there, but it doesn't register in her conscious thoughts. "There's a war brewing. Humans are suspicious of those like us, and seek to control us as living weapons. I've seen it."

Firsthand. She remembers HYDRA - if he looks into her mind in turn, he'll see how they tortured her; how they drew her powers out. What they did to Wanda. What they did to Pietro. The humans of HYDRA tormented them - all for the name of battle and warfare.

"But...I don't think it's impossible for the both of us to live together," she replied. "It's just...there's a great deal of trust issues between us that must be resolved." A lot of healing needed to happen first.

There was something so familiar about her, like a piece of Erik arguing back at him. Like old times. He smiles slightly.

"War can be prevented, if we choose to be the ones who reach out instead of the ones who attack first." He did agree, it would take much time and effort, but the end result was worth all the difficulty getting there.

"Do you have other family?" he asks, almost out of the blue. Something curious about her that he couldn't put his finger on.

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