Chapter 32
"A Teacher?"
"Yea..."
Daisy hummed as Wanda asked her question, it's been a few days since they arrived in the dust-covered safehouse, Which Wanda was already starting to make it seem more homely. Incense sticks burned thought the day as Wanda cleaned as took note of everything they needed. Now they were up to jobs, Daisy particularly doesn't want them to have anything too public but she can't hold much control over the adults. With fake identities created, they could do much about anything.
"Why?" Daisy didn't get why Wanda wanted to be a teacher, she hated children at the best of times but Wanda seemed to adore the little things.
"Why not, I wanted to be one. I did, I helped the younger children who couldn't go to school after the bombing of our houses. It was quite enjoyable." shrugging her shoulders as cult hair bobbed as she tilted her head to the side and smiled, "You should be a police officer. Sure they're gonna love you."
Scoffing at the suggestion, waving her hand in disagreement as she returned to the piles of papers on the coffee-stained table, "Too public, the police are on the news some way or another. Can't afford the recognition at the moment. The US government hasn't turned down the global search for us. All we have is 'this magic' which can only go so far."
Wanda pinched her nose before looking Daisy right in the eyes, "You can admit you don't like it. The magic, the powers, the lot. Acting naive towards them as if they don't exist. It helps with nothing, ljubav. It just makes things worse."
Daisy, herself drifted her eyes away from Wanda, so full of love that it was overwhelming. Even after months of growing together, she could still feel the yearning deep down. Yet they had moved too fast, either eagerness or just pure lust would stand unknown to the both of them they at least true to maintain something that made them feel whole.
"It's just..." Rubbing her tired eyes, if not noticed already by the heavy darkness that lay underneath them a contrast to the pasty hue her skin took and the bone-white strands of hair that framed her face in a semi-tangled mess.
Wanda, placed a warm hand on Daisy's to cease any talking. The yellow of the lights reflecting on them and Daisy made Wanda's dark skin and curled hair shine like an ethereal being, "You don't need to talk. I know the answers already, feel them. Leave the work and I won't take a no for an answer. Right now you need to sleep. You hardly sleep anymore."
Waking around the table, Wanda cupped Daisy's face which made both of h their eyes meet. Daisy noticed the brightness of Wanda's pools of emerald that was darkened by the shroud lighting of the hideout. Wanda yet looked down at Daisy, her eyes were almost a silent plea for help against her stoic features.
Daisy leant into the touch of Wanda's warm hand capturing the comfort it gave her, "I can't stop." Wanda looked down again, Pity at most but there was a glimpse of utter sadness in her eyes at Daisy's words, "Everything I do here is vital-"
"It won't be if you pass out due to sleep deprivation causing you to make continuous mess ups. If you want it to be perfect, you do need to be in the right mindset." Daisy must have accepted her fate at this, letting a shaky sigh as Wanda wouldn't let her leave without the promise of going to be within the next ten minutes.
Letting her own pride and stubbornness, the probable cause of her current demise of it wasn't the adept wanting of them to be safe, Daisy had risen from the chair on trembling legs. Wanda looked very much glad for herself if the glint in her eyes didn't speak for itself. Daisy lent on Wanda for support, having not realised the state of her tiredness until she exerted her energy just standing up.
"Careful, we don't want you falling over, now." Wanda's voice sounded unnerving sweet, almost like a teacher. The sarcasm wasn't much like Wanda but then again the witch can be oddly frightening at the best or worst at times.
Keeping back the resistance to pull away from Wanda's iron grip, who was intent on treating her like a child which was unlike her best desires, "I'm not a child." Daisy mumbled but she let it happen anyway and didn't much protest against it.
"But you act like a rebellious teen." Letting Daisy fall on the bed as they made it into the small bedroom. Which wasn't much of a sight, it was a spy's safe house after all, in a mostly run-down block of flats in a less maintained part of the city. Dark peeling wallpaper that showed the underlying damage, creaky floorboards that were half covered up with a not-so-appealing rug. Hopefully, in the coming days, Wanda wished to sort it out, if she was to stay here for an extended period then why not make it look and feel like a home at best?
"You know most people don't reach full maturity until the age of twenty-five,” Daisy mumbled as she rest her head in Wanda's lap who unconsciously began running her fingers through Daisy's shoulder-length, white hair. It was softer than her once dark hair, Which Daisy complained 'made her looked like stereotypical and her limp seemed to tie it all together
"Must explain Pietro then," Wanda added as Daisy huffed out a small laugh. They stayed in that position for a while with Wanda leaning against the wall, threading fingers through Daisy's hair as she lay on the bed, head in Wanda's lap enjoying the quietness and the buzz of the city outside.
"One rule," Daisy spoke out a few minutes later, ridding the peace but she had Wanda's full attention, which she always had in the first place since they first met properly in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hellicarrier. And despite the physical dreams her mother had and now Wanda has, and the myths, prophecies, legends. Daisy just didn't care about them and nor does Wanda even if they did become overly powerful and destroy the world, which the chances are quite low. None of them seem the type to grow mad. They were each other's rock and don't plan on leaving the other anytime soon.
"Yes..?" Wanda asked out of simplicity, When she had a rule it was normally outlandish or one that Wanda just can't seem to find a loophole around.
"If you want to be a teacher, I will let you. Not that I have no control over you. You can do what you like. However, let me forge the documents and get you a position as a trainee with all the required documents needed."
Wanda sighed because Daisy was on the right track. Sokovias school system wasn't the best and to add to that she and Pietro had been taken out of school at the age of eight due to the ongoing attacks around the city. The shelter they stayed at had a few lessons each week until they didn't. They never ended up getting any secondary schooling completed. Stark was happy enough to teach the twins through what he knew if he was feeling generous but Wanda's interests didn't lay in science and numbers. So even if it was out of her comfort zone for legal and illegal worries, having Daisy forge her results was the best thing she can do.
"I suppose you can. I'd rather not sit through any exams of sorts. Despite it being the legal route and not your illegal one."
"We're on the run, love, we are already illegal by this point it would just be adding to my prison sentence which is probably life and no doubt death by lethal injection with my king's list of crimes. Which is why we are here."
Wanda felt a shiver trail down her spine at Daisy's words, she hated to think the hat would happen if they were to be caught. She didn't want to be separated from her or Pietro, Vision she was not so sure about. If there were even such laws about withholding sentient robots, well there probably wasn't due to the absurdity of it all. But decided to leave that back because she didn't want to think about such things or it was causing her to grow bouts of sadness which she didn't want at this moment.
Yawning as she stretched her arms as she turned to a small clock which faintly told the time, Pietro and Vision were supposed to be around soon. Even if they were a few flats away Wanda felt something about being separated from her twin who she had always kept out of the corner of her eyes their whole life. Pulling out a small spell book that Strange had given her, it was old and frayed. The spine cover has peeled away showing the rough patching of the book binding. It was light to the touch but looked heavily read. Turing it to catch the light from the lamp, reading the title: Chaos Magica.
She sighed as she read the Latin words, it wasn't like she was a master of the language that was more the sorcerer's and even Daisy's forte. Even so, she flicked through to the first page with gentle fingers feeling the old paper delicate paper between her grip was enthralling. This was by far the oldest book she had read, it was coated in magic, strong. It was worth the read to her.
The first page at first looked like a bunch of gibberish, an old language couldn't decipher but just like that she watched the words move on the page as if translating itself for her. Something brung up in her mind about Stephen saying no one else could read it, so he had shoved it in her hands before they had left. Her eyes widened as she could read the text which has changed for her but no one else. Something bubbled in her as she felt a sense of pride and egoism as this was something only she could read. Just her.
Her eyes turned to the first page of the newly translated text, even if it was in English it was still small but even so she read, greedily taking in the words no one could get hands-on.
Chaos Magic stems from an ancient god of chaos, a Lovecraftian entity known as Chthon, and whoever wields it can reshape reality itself. Hence, Chaos Magic is incredibly powerful, but deeply unstable, and has the potential to destroy the entire universe - and maybe even the multiverse.
Long ago, the Elder God and Arch-Demon Chthon used Chaos Magic to rule the Earth as the "God of Chaos". However, Earth's mages gathered and ended his reign with a lie: They said "There is no God of Chaos. And there is no Chaos Magic."
The earliest primordial glint of cosmic understanding and happenstance. The improbable, impossible spark of life flaring up -- that was chaos magic. Chaos magic is neither purely constructive nor destructive -- it's not limited by good or evil. It's the possibility of both, neither and everything in between. A balanced wheel moving between life and death.
Chaos magic can be identified by its unique pinkish-red hues. Its immense power causes its wielded to not have full control even if they might think it, strong emotions especially ones linked with sadnesses or anger. The negative feelings can cause the user to break control letting out waves of power which can cause mass destruction or sometimes change the reality around them.
While magic itself doesn't have much weakness, due to magic being the oldest and most powerful known in existence. This form comes in the name of the Phoenix or the branch opposite to Chaos Magic typically known as Order Magic which is less known about Chaos Magic.
Frowning as she set down the book in the pools of information she had learnt. Summoning a small ball of her magic in her hands, looking at it with a tilted head.
Taking in the hue of it, which was near exactly as the book described. Furrowing her eyebrows because now everything had become nearly crystal clear to her. Almost.
Wanda noted the orange/yellow magics the sorcerers had used with their spells. When Wanda used hers she'd gotten a few looks, standing out with the red wisps of energy. Now she knew why, she had coincidentally become the holder of ancient and powerful magic which explains some of the stuff. But that just doesn't explain Daisy, who now holds an indigo hue to her powers.
Thinking of Daisy, Wanda looked down at the woman in her lap. Fast asleep and white locks fell over her face brushing against Wanda's legs. Not without a heart to move, Daisy needs this more than Wanda needs to move at the moment. So deciding to pick up a new book this time a trashy romance novel which got Daisy's nose Turing up slightly. But it was better than finding out she was a proverbial being destined to destroy all life. Laugh at her little 'joke' as she flicked to her bookmark to see where the couple have gotten to.
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Daisy hated this part about being a spy, fake names and identities. That was her job at HYDRA even being a head still makes her succumb to jobs. Or as people put it she was the best there so it was her job to make it. That it would be an honour to have an identity made by a prestigious person like her. That made her shiver.
"So have you two even decided yet?" Her eyes flicked two the twins silently whispering between the two of them, deciding on what to call themselves. Pietro wanted to match and Wanda had agreed to such a thing. In Daisy's case, she would have picked the first names that came to her mind and slapped them on the paper to be done with but she let them have this one thing.
Tapping her foot on the ground along with drumming her fingers on the desk as she waited for the two to finish as she was increasingly growing bored. Vision, who she saw out the corner of her eyes reading, which kind of unnerved her. The thing always had done, she knew Wanda liked to talk to the robot android thing and Pietro shared a flat with him. It was just too quiet, too calculating for her liking. Turning not to look at it she returned her focus to the twins and who looked ready.
"So?" Raising an eyebrow as she awaited their suggestions for their 'new' identities.
"Right so-"
"Wait Wanda you said I could say it." Pietro budded Wanda with his shoulder which she huffed but let Pietro do the rest of the talking as she sipped on a steaming mug of tea.
"Natalya for Wanda and Erik for me. Jovanović for our last name, it's was a fairly common last name is Sokovia so we went with that." Pietro shrugged as he gave the names to her, Daisy had to admit they were pretty decent and didn't sound fake, unlike names she had heard before.
Noting down the names along with the Crafted backstory. Erik and Natalya Jovanović were orphaned Serbian twins who had fled to the US in their late teens and then later Traveled to Scotland to settle down.
Daisy looked down at her sheets of paper with her newly crafted identity, which was made with less creativity and love than the twins. Then again she had made this one after she'd spit from SHIELD and the Bus and HYDRA doesn't care for such stuff then precision. Yet whilst she is a well-known spy throughout the years, dangerous in more ways than one creatively is the one thing she lacks really. It's not like HYDRA offers lessons like that to their decades-old experiment which was designed to kill and take down opposing government sectors.
So Cory Sutter was an orphaned Chinese-American girl. Average school grades up till High school when she'd been a dropout. Running away at sixteen and meeting Natalya and Erik then travelling to Scotland with the two. It was the same background she'd used as Skye a few years back, it was the most used one other the spy community because it was easier to say your parents were dead than pay people to pass off as them.
The vision was harder, he wasn't human so he was not a citizen of the United States. Therefore he doesn't even exist and the only people that know of his existence are the Avengers and SHIELD and no doubt a few others. Not to mention he can change his look anytime he needs or wants, which is oddly fascinating to Daisy even if he does unnerve her.
"So Pietro, what job are you going to take? Wanda here wants to take one, I'm sure you just like your sister in wanting to get one." Raising an eyebrow at the twins Wanda only playfully rolled her eye.
Pietro tapped his finger on his chin for a minute, looking oddly comical, "I think I'll be a Chef. I'm quite good a cooking, I'm sure I can pass even if it's at a very small restaurant."
Daisy nodded her head as he said so. Even if he was a decent cook, she'd never known. Tony was picky on who he wanted to cook in the kitchen not wanting to burn down anything because he thinks they are all abysmally bad at cooking. He wouldn't be wrong but he also wouldn't be right. Plus it's coming from a man who would destroy and set fire to his lab without a care in the world.
“So what’s next?” Wanda asked looking at Daisy with intensity as she flickered through a pile of papers on the table.
“I get these finalised, fake IDs need to be made, Which isn’t a problem. Forge a few documents then we should be done by the end of next week.” Shrugging as she bit her bottom lip scanning over the organised mess. A nervous tremor in her knee that wouldn’t go away. She felt on edge, maybe it was a spy thing or the fact she's gained a new power set that scared her no end. Something was bugging her to no she couldn't figure it out to no avail.
If the tick in her jaw or the way she felt the shadows looking deep in her soul then she knew something was happening. Brewing on the as surface she couldn't find.