[ she breathes deeply through her nose, trying to steady herself. it's easier the second time around. she'd managed to block out the depth of the emotions, which had come as a surprise when phoenix had originally passed it to her. it was already overwhelming enough, feeling the way that billy did. but those specific emotions--
now, there's perhaps a twinge of jealousy. a kind of odd yearning tangled up with bitterness. of course, she tells herself, the world is different now. plenty of parents were cold back then. others had managed just fine (why does it still affect her like this?). she tries to focus on her happiness for him instead. ]
... you ought to be thanking yourself.
[ after all, the only thing that separated them were memories. to her, the core was the same. she ignores the implications of that, given her own experiences with the memory shifting. ]
[ It's the fact he can see the reminder of his own power in it, that he doesn't doubt the authenticity. Not that he doubts Agatha, especially given her reaction, but Billy has spent so long being afraid of a different reaction... Has thought he'd never even get that one now.
He's yet to open his eyes. ]
Someone had to deliver it.
[ He's not letting her deny the thanks. Half rubbing his face against crossed arms to gather himself... At least the statement earns a snort. ]
You only ever cared about my connection to Wanda. [ Pointed, sharp. It doesn't last. ] They're the best people in the world.
[ It's no wonder he still really only sees them as his parents, if they can love him so much still. ]
[ she'll let him thank her, even though the reality is it's something she does without thought. her rare moments of selflessness are often instinctual. for them to be acknowledged at all makes it feel like there's a transaction; some lingering form of manipulation on her part. ]
...well. You're welcome.
[ just as odd as a 'thank you' in her mouth once you take away the sarcasm and pride. she's glad he asked. because it means that someone trusts her. even if it's just another version of him.
she scoffs at the comment about wanda, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at the accusation. he isn't wrong at all. ]
I told Phoenix this, too... before. But I'm glad that you have them.
[ Billy's lips curl a little in mild amusement. It's like getting something out of a stubborn horse, but he's not going to say that. Another beat passes. The hand drops from his face as he opens his eyes. Gray eyes still light from moisture as he arches a brow.
It's true. The motion says - She'd cared about Wanda and Billy Maximoff. Not Billy Kaplan, who feels more like the son of the Kaplans than he did of Wanda and Vision. He swallows. ]
[ Must have gone over well, since he didn't have them. Not really, not truly. Just another life he wasn't sure he was stolen from or reincarnated from. Isn't that funny? ] Thanks, I'm glad I have them, too. They're as much, if not more, my parents than anyone else.
[ the eyebrow raise earns a dismissive flap of her hand. but he's right, so she doesn't argue.
it's there again but faint. that little prickle of jealousy. and maybe it's somehow both. jealousy for his parents who have a child. and envious of him for having them, something stable and soft. but agatha's quick to swallow it down.
she doesn't tell him what she told phoenix. that seeing this makes her more certain that she made the right choice. ]
We're gonna figure it out. Other people have disappeared, so... -- maybe there's something that triggers it.
[ Wow, Agatha, can't believe you'd be jealous of a sixteen-year-old. Or, well, actually I can. ]
[ Should he tell her one day that he hears her now? No, absolutely not, but it does mean that all of the things she thinks she's hiding he does hear. That he feels that jealousy and dips his head down and tries to ignore the rest that comes with it. ]
[ Because, no, some days he's not sure she made the right choice. ]
[ The response is one that makes him look up, confusion etched in his features. It's a shift from the statements moments ago so he has to ask - ]
she gives him a scathing glance, as if she's irritated that he's asking her to spell it out for him. and bites back a comment about his mind reading being good for nothing if she has to explain everything all the time.
and then softening a little as she realizes he has no way of knowing, with how quickly she changed gears. she throws her hands up and they land back on her thighs with a slap. ]
How to get home. Obviously. There's gotta be a way. Just because our benevolent leaders haven't shown their hand yet, doesn't mean they won't. [ a fact she'll be even more convinced of once she's realized that rio is gone. ]
[ He should know what she's talking about and he doesn't - not really. It's an unexpected sentiment from Agatha who, beyond all that, would die as soon as she returned home. He knows it for a fact. So does she.
Selfishly. He wants to get home more than anything. The only thing he can focus on remains the same as ever - Tommy. Always Tommy. ]
If there's a way, I can't take it without ensuring anyone who wants a way back themselves has it.
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now, there's perhaps a twinge of jealousy. a kind of odd yearning tangled up with bitterness. of course, she tells herself, the world is different now. plenty of parents were cold back then. others had managed just fine (why does it still affect her like this?). she tries to focus on her happiness for him instead. ]
... you ought to be thanking yourself.
[ after all, the only thing that separated them were memories. to her, the core was the same. she ignores the implications of that, given her own experiences with the memory shifting. ]
You didn't tell me they were absurdly nice.
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He's yet to open his eyes. ]
Someone had to deliver it.
[ He's not letting her deny the thanks. Half rubbing his face against crossed arms to gather himself... At least the statement earns a snort. ]
You only ever cared about my connection to Wanda. [ Pointed, sharp. It doesn't last. ] They're the best people in the world.
[ It's no wonder he still really only sees them as his parents, if they can love him so much still. ]
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...well. You're welcome.
[ just as odd as a 'thank you' in her mouth once you take away the sarcasm and pride. she's glad he asked. because it means that someone trusts her. even if it's just another version of him.
she scoffs at the comment about wanda, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at the accusation. he isn't wrong at all. ]
I told Phoenix this, too... before. But I'm glad that you have them.
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It's true. The motion says - She'd cared about Wanda and Billy Maximoff. Not Billy Kaplan, who feels more like the son of the Kaplans than he did of Wanda and Vision. He swallows. ]
[ Must have gone over well, since he didn't have them. Not really, not truly. Just another life he wasn't sure he was stolen from or reincarnated from. Isn't that funny? ] Thanks, I'm glad I have them, too. They're as much, if not more, my parents than anyone else.
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it's there again but faint. that little prickle of jealousy. and maybe it's somehow both. jealousy for his parents who have a child. and envious of him for having them, something stable and soft. but agatha's quick to swallow it down.
she doesn't tell him what she told phoenix. that seeing this makes her more certain that she made the right choice. ]
We're gonna figure it out. Other people have disappeared, so... -- maybe there's something that triggers it.
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[ Should he tell her one day that he hears her now? No, absolutely not, but it does mean that all of the things she thinks she's hiding he does hear. That he feels that jealousy and dips his head down and tries to ignore the rest that comes with it. ]
[ Because, no, some days he's not sure she made the right choice. ]
[ The response is one that makes him look up, confusion etched in his features. It's a shift from the statements moments ago so he has to ask - ]
Figure out what, exactly?
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she gives him a scathing glance, as if she's irritated that he's asking her to spell it out for him. and bites back a comment about his mind reading being good for nothing if she has to explain everything all the time.
and then softening a little as she realizes he has no way of knowing, with how quickly she changed gears. she throws her hands up and they land back on her thighs with a slap. ]
How to get home. Obviously. There's gotta be a way. Just because our benevolent leaders haven't shown their hand yet, doesn't mean they won't. [ a fact she'll be even more convinced of once she's realized that rio is gone. ]
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Selfishly. He wants to get home more than anything. The only thing he can focus on remains the same as ever - Tommy. Always Tommy. ]
If there's a way, I can't take it without ensuring anyone who wants a way back themselves has it.