The Variant [Part One] [Wanda Maximoff [FF] | Elizabeth Olsen

Chapter 32

They have decided that Wanda's arrival is to remain a secret until she properly adjusted to the changes around Earth-222. A couple of years back there aren't much technology around since the Abbey has a tight grip on every aspect of the entire forest and coastal sector. Now they have loosened up a bit allowing more room for progress. "I'll be back," Milla said, landing a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "Be safe," Wanda said as she wave goodbye to her teen. Milla managed to save up enough money to purchase herself a motorbike. The redhead watched as the teen zip her red jacket, her hair up in a neat ponytail, she put her helmet on and then hopped on her bike. "Ciao!" Milla said. "Bye!" Wanda said then off she go as she speeds towards the road. The person she would have become, It's true. Out of all the variants she witnessed of herself, the best one is Milla despite being technically an offspring of her variant. She would have been the version where she is the quintessential superhero born out of the darkness. A trope where despite the shit she'd been through she stood firm to help others... Not imprison them. Wanda sighs while sipping her coffee, her astral form hovered above as she flew to see the entire coastal city in full view. There is now a streamlined train station where you needed an identification card to have a ride; it's one ride across the city. The buildings were on the higher land while smaller districts where houses and smaller businesses are near the coast, impressively they manage to maintain spaces to avoid being cramped while at the same time remain cleanliness and order among the districts. The Abbey still stands in the forest area, shrouded among the clouds but more open allowing local townsfolk, city-dwellers, and even tourists from other realms to stop by and enjoy a landmark of history... And homemade craft beer.

Turns out Helen and Sigyn have agreed to break the boundary between the mead-brewers and the beer-brewers, no more inequalities, no more ‘honorables’, and no more ‘outcasts’. The two elders had settled their differences. There is a new variant in town! Thor's variant named Terence is bulkier than the original Asgardian, has a lot of tattoos, and neatly braided red hair, a loud, jolly man who loves puppies and kittens and dotes on them as if they're his kids. Wanda smirked she could nearly imagine how Lizeth, Hela's variant felt being the ‘fierce loner’ type that prefers peace and quiet. It turns out that Lizeth and Natasha the Brown Widow have been dating for a year. She always figures out that there's chemistry between them despite the constant cursing and jarring at one another.

Raven still leaves alone in her hut. Or maybe not... "Is it done?" Said a little girl. Wanda counted that there were at least 3 of them inside her hut, 3 little girls she could only recognize as sisters. "Just a moment," Raven said as she wore her kitchen mitts and pulls the tray of brownies out of the oven. "Yey!" said the littlest of the trio, her short height causes her to hang on the table. The middle sister attempted to sneak her hand towards the tray but was stopped by the eldest, "It's not done you dimwit!" she said. "Girls there's enough for everyone," Raven said maternally. It looks like Raven has found a coven of her own. Waaaaay better than the original Agatha Harkness’ coven. 

Wanda's astral projection flies towards the corporate district of the coastal city. She managed to find her twin sisters’ building. Vasilisa and Mortianna have founded a  conglomerate business firm where they house separate subsidiaries under the company: there's a floor for branded liquor, a fashion magazine, and an architecture firm hence the makeover on some areas of the city; including their beach house, and a coffee-table book company hence the amount of coffee-table books in the house. Wanda's astral form phases through the twins’ penthouse which is located on the topmost floor of the building. Her sisters looked different too, aged-up a bit she could guess from daily stress at work as well as parenting Milla.

She misses them too. Despite their apparent success, the duo kept a low profile from the press. Other than being known for being notoriously discreet even during their days as brewmasters, she could imagine that it's also to protect Milla from being labeled a fugitive's kid. There are no to seldom paparazzi shots of the twins with the teen. But for sure they still support and raised her the best they could. "When will she come back," Vasilisa said. Mortianna glances at the woman. "You know the answer to that... We don't know," Mortianna answered. The woman looks back at the large window overlooking the entire city and the view of the coast. "I will never forget the look on her face. Milla was so heartbroken." Wanda's heart wrenched at the thought of Milla waiting for her return. "Every flash of redhead the child would sneak out to have a better look hoping it's her mother," Vasilisa added. Mortianna nodded: "If she sees her. She'll lose her head. Would cling to her like there's no tomorrow," Vasilisa chuckled. It's true. Ever since she came back, Milla has been clinging to her side. She even had a panic attack when she found that she was no longer in bed. Milla came bolting out the door only to find her in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them. Two since Vasilisa and Mortianna wouldn't return till the weekend.

Wanda then flew towards the café where Milla works part-time. Just like she said, her own version of Sokohlua coffee is a bestseller. Everyone likes it. Milla knows what everyone wants to order; a strong red eye for that one from the financial district. An espresso-romano with lemon for an eccentric one. An ice cream affogato for someone who just wants to chill in the corner. From being a brewer she became a barista, a sophisticated one. Even her interests have evolved as well from foraging mushrooms to studying them in a laboratory and classifying them according to different species. From simple homemade recipes, Milla has turned her baking skills into something she could make a profit from; the cafe also sells her cakes and cookies. From reading ordinary books to writing coffee-table books instead typically of art or fashion; Milla has written books covering far more obscure subjects, featuring names unknown to the vast majority of people. Fungi: The Diverse World of Mushrooms. The Witches of Sokovia. And now she's working on A Profile of Powerful Perfumes. Wanda watches as Milla edits the photographs and columns of text on her laptop. "It is said that Dana's brief to Carles was along the lines of, ‘make a perfume a prostitute would wear," Vasilisa read one of Milla's drafts as she then flips to the other pages. Mortianna chuckles, "You use to wear something like that." She joked. "Shut up, Mortianna," Vasilisa said. Milla giggles. The two women looked at the teen while she was working. She seemed rosy. Which is something Milla hasn't shown since Wanda's disappearance. "Are you ok child?" Vasilisa asks. "Never been better," Milla said as she took a sip of her frappe. 

"Never been better?" Mortianna asks. Intrigued by Milla's sudden shift of mood. Mortianna could feel her aura, there was a hint of chaos magic radiating from the teen. Vasilisa felt it as well, she glances back to Milla and put the girl's drafts back on the table. They asked her about what was going on. Milla only gave them a wink.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!!!!

Everyone around the building as well as the city gathers around curious as to what just occurred just now. Mortianna and Vasilisa went to peer at the window. Lizeth and Natasha peer at their apartment window. Helen, and Sigyn, alongside the Abbey sorcerers, mead brewers, and beer brewers gathered around the rooftop of the Abbey. "Stay here girls!" Raven commanded her 3 adopted daughters to stay inside the hut. When Raven flew upwards the girls immediately devour the fresh brownies not minding their guardian at all. Raven levitated up in the air as she saw the bright scarlet-red beacon from the land mass of the lagoon.

"She's back!" Raven said.