[Wanda starts out with a hot toddy, because walking the dog is a freezing prospect these days. She hesitates for several moments before answering.]

When I was locked up in the asylum I used to dream that some superhero or another would swoop in, knock down the wall and rescue me. They were the good guys--they had to figure out what my father had done and realize it was wrong. And then they would do something. But...they never did.

I thought it was because Magneto and Xavier hid the truth--which they probably did. But then...[a brief bitter laugh.] then I started meeting other superheroes and having to live around them.