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a/n: this is where origins get messy. I had to change a lot of them to fit the plot line (Illyana's makes me cringe looking at it) Emma's honestly reminds me of Chanel Oberlin, and is so strange i just can't. Scott's actual origins are so messy (let's just say i don't want to tell the whole starjammers story...) i'm not sure how i'd come to explain those.

im also going to be switching up povs as well, like some telling it from first person.

BIO

Native to the USSR, she and her family immigrated to America at a young age. They came with nothing, meaning they had to work for basically everything they had. She was the youngest of three children, one of her older brothers, Mikhail had refused to move with them. However, Piotr (sometimes referred to as Peter) was perhaps far more closer to her, until she started seeing less and less of him due to work. Because she was so young, she was unable to work and did smaller chores around their makeshift home. A few years went by, and her brother had gone away for work. Eventually, her parents had passed from a rare illness, leaving the girl poor and alone.

I was smaller than most, and knew very little English. Of course I got my fair share of looks, a 4 year old in town wandering around alone. No parents, no guardian... just a girl and her doll. I later approached the egg woman. She was friendly with my parents, and always talked to me. I didn't like her, but I had no choice but to be nice.

"Illyana?" she asked, looking down at me as I peeked over her large counter, "What're you doing in town alone, dear? Where are your parents?" The egg woman told her customer to wait a moment, and pulled me behind the counter.

"Mama and Papa are gone," I slowly replied, sounding out the words in hopes the woman would understand them through my accent.

"Where did they go?" she leant down, so her face was right in front of mine.

"They are," I thought for a second, trying to recall the word when someone was gone forever, "They are dead." I finally said.

The woman rested her hand on my cheek, assuring me it would be alright. She told me to sit on the torn-up chair behind her counter, while she finished her work and figured things out.

AFTER.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my hand in hers as we walked through town. We had made a couple of stops, one of them to my house. Where I showed the egg woman my late parents.

"To the orphanage, there you will receive proper care and maybe find a new family."

"What's an orph-an-idge?" I sounded out, trying my best to mimic her pronunciation.

"It's a place where children like you go when they don't have any family, and you become a big family there."

"Oh."

I didn't want to go to this orph-an-idge, it did not strike my interest. Shaking my head, I adjusted my rag doll's pink coat, finger combing her hair while quietly humming.

NOW.

"I brought your tea, sir." I grumbled. I hated this job. It's been hard to keep a steady one due to not being an American Citizen, but this one overall was messy. It caused more problems than it solved. And there were too many rich people around here. All in high demand for their caffeine. Those two together simply did not bode well.