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[ It is better when they are all curious. Wanda has not tested herself since Dr. List, and he was rarely deeply concerned with the full extent of her power. It was always: how much terror, how much lift, what could she do before she was too exhausted even to push through it. Here she has only learnt how quickly she can deconstruct an organic body; instantaneous if done in rage. ]

[ She is not pacing. Instead, she is seated by the wall, legs crossed. ]

Do you have everything you need?

[Bruce, for his part, is hanging back near the doorway.

He thinks this is a terrible idea, for the record, and hasn't been exactly reserved about saying so- but is here to observe, and do any damage control that he can. He has a pen and paper to hand, and the first aid equipment in this building, so for his part he murmurs a soft assent.

It's the two of them now.]

[ His objections have been noted. It's a step up from being brushed off — science gave Wanda her powers and science will help understand it. Risk comes along with that. ]

[ She nods to Victor when he enters. ]

We are ready when you are.

[ Whereas Victor's decided that if he's going to be in this strange new world, he's going to figure out as much about this world, the people, and their powers as possible. As he enters, he nods at Wanda and Bruce.

And besides...he's had someone prowl through and manipulate his mind before. The sooner he can figure out how to best defend against it, the better. ]

Miss Maximoff. Doctor Banner. [ He walks towards the center of the room, watching Wanda intently. ] And as you said, I am ready when you are.

I'll just be observing, and doing damage control if need be- Wanda has been clear with you about the risks entailed in the effort?

[He may as well check, before they begin.]

If he tries to hurt himself or others, we will incapacitate him. We are only doing what is known to be temporary.

Unfortunately, Doctor Banner, I've been through worse in my world than what Miss Maximoff can do to me here. [ says the person who is REALLY UNDERESTIMATING WANDA'S POWERS. ] The risks do not scare me.

Well, you might be wrong about that.

[Says Bruce, very mildly.]

But, on the other hand, I might be wrong too, so let's- shall, shall we?

[Because from here on out his anxiety is just going to climb. Bandaid ripping time.]

[ She nods. To Victor, ]

What do you want to start with?

[ There's a pause, and a frown. ]

I suppose the simplest thing would you to either control me or make me see an illusion—something not here with the three of us.

Here, sit down.

[ The red coalesces around her fingers; she flicks it at him. Wanda goes for what she's most practiced at: draws fear out of the depths. Victor's worst nightmare, from where he keeps it. Nothing is hidden to her. ]

[ He sits down, watching intently, as he sees the red trailing her fingers. He can't help but blink as the red shoots at his face. There's a confused pause while Victor realizes what just happened.

And then...his worst nightmare unfolds before his eyes.

Vanessa is dead. Ethan is dead. Malcolm is dead. Proteus is dead. He sees Henry leaving him behind, off to his father's estate. He sees Caliban give him a sneer as he leaves, turning his back on his creator. He sees Dorian Gray, Lily leaning on his shoulder. "Might want to try again, old sport," Dorian coldly remarks. "You poor, pathetic man," Lily purrs, as the two of them leave. "Look at what your actions have caused." He's all alone. Victor is by himself, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and the retreating backs of others as he realizes it's all his fault. His fingers grip on the edge of the chair as a look of shock sets in on his face: shock, disbelief, and a bit of sheer terror. ]

Lily... [ he can't help but murmur, watching as she leaves.

It didn't really occur to Victor, in his hubris, that if Wanda can read his mind, she can easily figure out about his creations: Caliban, Proteus, and Lily, his three monsters, one dead, two abandoned. Whoops. ]

[ He's still in the chair. Wanda slips into the vision to watch. Victor is a precise man with a businesslike manner, only his emotion churns below it. It is not surprising, then, that the vision is in crystal detail, second only to that of an artist. She smells the dead, the glassy-stare of the bodies feels real. Dorian's tongue cuts cold, and Lily — she shouldn't be leaving. Everything in here feels so deeply set. ]

[ One must never expect others to be good, for good is few and far between, and everyone is afraid of something. Her illusion runs its full course, she and Bruce are waiting when he drifts out of it. ]

Well?

[ Someone once said Victor has the soul of a poet. Nowhere is that more apparent than in his dreams and nightmares.

Eventually, everything slowly starts to fade away. The people who've left vanish entirely, and the corpses dissolve from his view, as Wanda, Bruce, and the clinic fade into existence, like a more expensive PowerPoint transition. Victor's not crying. But his eyes are wide, his knuckles white as he clasps them to the chair, and his expression rattled. ]

That was...fairly accurate.

[ He doesn't need to say it was damn scary. Victor knows his expression is enough on that. ]

[ Her curiosity can trump someone else's privacy, but Wanda doesn't stick around the moment she knows what the scene is. Loss is painted the same across worlds, and so is disappointment and cruelty. She looks at Bruce only to ensure he's measuring how long it takes for the effects to clear: ten minutes, thereabouts. ]

Do you require some time, or should I continue?

[ Victor's pride might be the worst of all his sins. He shakes his head, almost defiantly. ]

Please continue.

[ He tells himself that it's because intellectual curiosity trumps personal feelings. But part of it is because he simply doesn't want to be seen as weak...and part of it is that whatever Wanda does next, it will hopefully get that image of Lily out of his head. God how he misses her. ]

[ It is more familiar to her than someone who requests to stop, but after a quick assessment of his true mental state, it is better to continue. ]

I will now block your ability to use your senses. One by one, starting with your sight.

[ He gives her a short nod of understanding. ]

Obviously, I'd like to request you save hearing for last.

[ She nods in turn. Again, red drifts around her fingers, and the moment it hits him the world goes pitch black. She gives it about a minute or so, then smell follows, taste, touch, and finally, hearing. ]

[ It's an interesting sensation. Victor reacts to sight fairly well, taking mental notes about the state of everything as he does so. But as the rest of his senses go, that curiosity just grows deeper and deeper.

He keeps from freaking out as badly as he did when Wanda dredged up his fears partly through sheer stubbornness that he wouldn't be made a fool of again and partly through a sense of his own body. After all, though he couldn't hear himself breathe in and out, he knew he was breathing in and out, he knew that logically he was still breathing, his heart was still beating, because he was still acutely aware of his own existence.

A rapt look spreads across Victor's face as he clenches his fist—nothing, though he knows he performed the action. He clenches his fist again, and again feels nothing. A few more tests follow: licking his lips, blinking his eyes, just to prove that yes, he isn't feeling anything despite the fact that he knows he's doing these things. An attempt to clap his hands goes terribly wrong, though, as his hands straight up miss each other when he tries to bring them together. At least this time it was only a little bit of dignity he lost.

He has no idea where Wanda is but gives an approving nod in what he hopes is her general direction. ]

[ She has never felt such curiosity from another human being observing or experiencing the effects of her powers. Dr. List was curious, too, but it always carried sharpness, and the undercurrent of wanting to use her as a weapon. Wanda didn't mind: she volunteered, she expected that treatment. She has no complaints against what she was created to be, only what comes after. ]

[ He is not afraid, but she has no desire to draw it out longer than necessary. A single flick of her hand, and all of his senses are restored. ]

How do you feel?

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sorry for the delay, thought I'd already replied