Why? Because, one, he was naked… in bed with his naked sister, Wanda Maximoff, who was currently about 19 years old… he had heard that something like this had happened in the comic with Wanda and his other brother Pietro, but it looked like in this reality, she turned to sleeping with him instead of her twin brother.
"What's wrong?" Wanda was awakened by the moment her little brother asked softly. She pulled him into a hug, pressing her naked body against his, enjoying the closeness. She had an unstable mind, but whenever she was with her little brother and hugged him, she felt in control, mentally and physically.
"Nothing," Billy said softly. Billy was his new name, a name which Wanda had picked for him.
"We should hurry before we get caught." She said softly, feeling that Billy's dragon was awake. She flipped Billy around to face her, and without hesitation, the siblings shared a kiss, which quickly turned into something more…
Billy and his two siblings were currently living with their uncle and his wife inside an old caravan, parked on the edge of a small village they now called home. Life there was simple but harsh, the kind of life where every day felt like a struggle to get by. The air was dry, the nights were cold, and the walls of the caravan barely kept the wind out.
Wanda spent most of her time studying magic. Pietro was the complete opposite, constantly running around, showing off his super speed whenever he got the chance. Food had become scarce lately, forcing their uncle to sneak out at night and steal whatever he could find just to keep everyone fed.
"Billy… I love you," Wanda said softly, her voice cutting through the quiet. Billy's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard—it was the first time she had ever said something like that to him. For a moment, neither of them moved. Their eyes met, and the air between them grew heavier.
Why would he reject her? To him, she wasn't truly a sister. Moments ago, he had been in another world, and now he was here, in this one. The only connection he had to her came from the memories he inherited.
"I love you too," Billy said softly, causing Wanda, who had only spoken in the moment, to have her eyes brighten in joy. She kissed Billy, not caring that just moments ago, his mouth was eating her out.
After holding each other for a quiet moment, Wanda finally pulled away and murmured a short incantation. A faint shimmer surrounded them, and in an instant, the dirt and sweat clinging to their skin vanished. Their clothes straightened, fresh and neat once again. She looked pleased with her work, a faint satisfaction showing as she helped fix Billy's collar before they stepped outside.
The moment they did, that small sense of calm faded, replaced by the sight of their surroundings—food was nearly gone, and the barrel of clean water was almost empty. It was a reminder of how little they had left.
They walked back to the caravan together, and inside, their uncle had already returned. The small table was covered with stolen food, bits of bread, fruit, and canned goods spread out like a feast compared to what they'd had the past few days. Pietro wasn't around; he was most likely at a friend's place, and knowing him, he'd already eaten there.
Wanda and Billy sat down without saying much. They divided the food, keeping enough for Pietro when he got back, and began eating quietly.
"You should stop before you get caught," Billy said, his eyes fixed on his uncle, who only laughed in response, reaching over to ruffle his hair. There wasn't any anger in the gesture, just the kind of weary affection that came from someone doing what they had to.
What other choice did the man have? Feeding four mouths wasn't easy, not with the way things had turned out. His craft—making dolls—no longer earned what it used to. People preferred the cheap entertainment that came from their phones, and no one wanted to buy toys anymore. So, he stole. It wasn't right, but it was the only way he could keep them alive.
'I highly doubt that this origin story will…' Billy's thoughts trailed off, his expression tightening slightly. This was a comic book world, after all—Wanda's origin story. And if things followed how they were meant to go, the love she received from her uncle, despite his crimes, would only make the ending that much harder when everything fell apart.
"Allow Wanda the chance to do something," Billy said, turning toward his uncle with a hint of determination in his tone. "With her magic, I'm sure we can find a way to make a living." He glanced at Wanda, who blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting to be pulled into the conversation.
"Like I said before," their uncle replied firmly, shaking his head, "Pietro and Wanda can't go around showing their powers recklessly. I don't want either of them drawing more unwanted attention." His voice carried a note of concern rather than anger, but it was clear he meant what he said.
He looked directly at Wanda as he spoke, the memory still fresh in his mind. Not too long ago, she had been taken by a strange group—some kind of cult that had tried to recruit her after discovering what she could do. She'd only made it back because her powers had awakened, and even now, she was still learning to control them.
Still, around Billy, it was different. Somehow, her magic never lashed out or slipped beyond her control when he was near, as if his presence alone steadied it.
"Wanda's magic can do anything," Billy said with a full confidence. "I'm sure one day she'll just snap her fingers and make gold appear." His tone was teasing, but his eyes said he had full in her. Wanda only rolled her eyes in response, clearly doubting something like that could ever happen.
"Until then, let me be the one to worry about your future," their uncle said with a faint smile. He lifted his hand, casting a spell. In an instant, pieces of wood appeared beside him, floating in the air before slowly shaping themselves into small figures. He worked carefully, carving and refining until they resembled little dolls. His plan was simple—these dolls would help him steal more food for the family.
But before he could finish, a loud thud struck the side of the caravan, hard enough to make it shake. The three of them froze, exchanging quick glances before rushing outside.
A crowd of villagers was already storming toward them, anger written across every face. The tension in the air was heavy as their shouts grew louder, closing in on them.
"Bastard, you dare to steal my food!" a man yelled angrily, charging toward them. But before he could reach, a blur flashed by—Pietro had already appeared.
"We have to leave, quick. The whole village wants us dead," Pietro said, his voice tight with panic. Rocks and sticks lit with fire flew through the air, striking the caravan and setting it ablaze within seconds. The heat and smoke spread fast, making it hard to breathe, and the sight alone was enough to make their hearts race.
Their uncle stepped forward to defend them, standing between his family and the angry villagers. But this village wasn't without its own magic casters, and it showed as faint lights began to form among the crowd.
"Pietro, take them away!" he yelled. Pietro moved quickly, reaching for Billy, but Billy pulled his hand away and stepped in front of Wanda.
"Take her, and come back to get us," Billy said calmly, his tone relaxed despite the chaos breaking out around them. He didn't want Wanda losing control and doing something disastrous if she was separated from him.
"What? Like hell!" Wanda shouted, panic breaking through her voice. Before she could do anything else, a heavy impact struck the side of the caravan, shaking the ground beneath them. Pietro moved instantly, grabbing Wanda just as she raised her hand to react. Without a word, he bolted, carrying her away from the collapsing caravan and the growing flames.
Left behind, Billy turned and ran in the opposite direction, his only thought being to get clear of the chaos. But before he could get far, someone spotted him. A bright flash cut through the smoke—a fireball, spinning fast toward him.
He froze for a split second, too late to dodge. But before it could hit, his uncle's wife threw herself in front of him. The fireball struck her instead, the impact knocking her back as the flames burst outward. Billy's eyes widened as she fell, the smell of smoke and ash filling the air.
"Run!" she cried, her voice trembling, her face burned and twisted from the heat. Billy hesitated only for a heartbeat before terror took over, and he turned, running as fast as his legs could carry him. But before he could get far, a bolt of lightning shot out from the crowd, tearing through the air and slamming into the ground where he stood.
The explosion sent dirt and fire everywhere. For a moment, no one moved. His uncle, his wife, and even Pietro—who had just returned to pull Billy out—stood frozen as the smoke and dust began to settle. When the air finally cleared, what they saw made their hearts stop. The lightning strike had completely obliterated Billy's body. There was nothing left.
"N-no…" Pietro's voice broke as his eyes went wide. Shock turned to rage in an instant, his fists clenching as he glared at the villagers. He was ready to charge, to tear through every single one of them.
But before he could move, his uncle's voice rang out, raw and desperate. "Go—run! We'll come find you after this! Don't leave your sister alone." he shouted with tears in his eyes
Pietro's jaw tightened as tears filled his eyes. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't ignore his uncle's words. With one last look, he turned and ran, speeding away with everything he had.
As he neared where he could left Wanda, the weight of what had happened settled in his chest. She would see it in his face the moment he arrived. How was he supposed to tell her that Billy was gone?