"You said I could have children of my own too—children who truly belonged to me?"
After breakfast, once Pietro had taken the children to school, the Scarlet Witch returned to Wanda's home and immediately questioned her impatiently. The atmosphere and feelings at the dining table had been wonderful. The sense of fullness within her, of fulfillment, happiness, and being needed, was exactly what she had pursued with obsession and madness, even crossing universes and dimensions for it.
That fleeting taste had not satisfied her. Instead, it made her crave it even more, crave for it to become reality! If she had once been driven mad enough to lose all reason for the sake of being surrounded by family, then after experiencing it, she could disregard everything just to feel it forever, to become a qualified mother forever.
Even if the road ahead was a trap, even if it demanded an enormous price, the Scarlet Witch was prepared to close her eyes and leap into it. There was only one thing on her mind now: having her own Billy and Tommy! Not illusory children sustained by Chaos Power, but real children of flesh and blood, with souls and feelings of their own!
At this point, no one could stop her. No one could talk her down or change her resolve.
"Don't get so worked up. If I said it, I'll do it. Besides, you're not the only case like this. It won't happen overnight. Sometimes, being too fanatical and obsessed means that even if your wish comes true, it may not turn out the way you imagined." Wanda understood the Scarlet Witch's excitement and impatience, but she had to make many things clear first.
"I know. I was just a little excited." The Scarlet Witch had already fallen so far as