All of a sudden, Tomas Shepard had a family. An awkward, sort of complicated, abstract family, but sure as hell better then the one he was born into. The one that sent him away the minute he started ‘excelling in Track-and-Field’ so to speak. Or any of the foster families that smacked him around and eventually riled him up enough that he wound up in Juvenal Hall being experimented on every day.
No, these were the people he was supposed to belong to. Sure its a little laughable that ‘Tommy-the-Freak’ from the ugliest mobile home in the park was standing here being held tight against the chest of Wanda Maximoff, Worlds Most Dangerous Mutant. And yet, all Tommy could think of when her hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him closer, was that the Scarlet Witch was such a small woman. So much power and so much fear she instilled in others, and yet her arms couldn’t reach completely around her two sons for as much as she seemed to be trying.
There was something welling up, something Tommy wasn’t sure what to call since he’d never felt it before. Maybe a sense of finally feeling like he knew where he came from. Or knew that those fantasies of kind, loving parents showing up on the porch of the foster home to tell him ‘you were our son all along!’, finally, in some way, coming true. Wanda Maximoff wasn’t exactly what he’d been imagining while nursing bruises and black eyes growing up, but this woman was where he’d come from. She was what he and his brother helped to find again. She and Billy, they were that family that he had been waiting for.