That gives Wanda a huge clue about what this might be.
Familiarity butβnot. Slight differences, like things are but aren't quite. She saw so many of those as she dreamwalked into other lives across the multiverse. Versions of herself, parallel but not quite; always something huge different, or something small and innocuous.
This man knows about Sokovia, is a soldier, has pretty shit memory (as he puts it). One person fits the bill.
"When we're summoned, the magic of the ritual draws from many versions of us across the multiverse," she says by way of explanation, as context. Her son, Billy, had been here beforeβexcept it was not the boy she remembered from her world. "Sometimes these different universes are caught in similar, unique threads like wars, heroes, cosmic surges."
Perhaps a little too in-depth for just context.
"I'm Wanda Maximoff," she introduces herself before she pinpoints her guess of who he is. "Are you... Bucky?"
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Familiarity butβnot. Slight differences, like things are but aren't quite. She saw so many of those as she dreamwalked into other lives across the multiverse. Versions of herself, parallel but not quite; always something huge different, or something small and innocuous.
This man knows about Sokovia, is a soldier, has pretty shit memory (as he puts it). One person fits the bill.
"When we're summoned, the magic of the ritual draws from many versions of us across the multiverse," she says by way of explanation, as context. Her son, Billy, had been here beforeβexcept it was not the boy she remembered from her world. "Sometimes these different universes are caught in similar, unique threads like wars, heroes, cosmic surges."
Perhaps a little too in-depth for just context.
"I'm Wanda Maximoff," she introduces herself before she pinpoints her guess of who he is. "Are you... Bucky?"