Chapter 982

Carrying the rescued mutants and the young X-Men, they flew back in the transport plane to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters located in Westchester County.

The rescued mutants sat together.

The young X-Men sat together.

But regardless of whether it was the rescued mutants or the young X-Men, their gazes were now focused on the family of three in the cockpit not far away, plus Quicksilver Pietro and Mystique Raven, who was serving as the main pilot.

Jean sat in the co-pilot's seat, cooperating with Mystique to control this transport plane, which could be considered borrowed from the Alkali Lake dam base.

Wanda was looking at the Quicksilver Pietro of this Earth, continuing the topic that hadn't ended just now.

"Magneto... is your father; isn't your father Ilya?"

"Ilya is our father."

Quicksilver Pietro shook his head, looking at Wanda: "But, I don't know what the universe you are in is like, but here, Ilya is our stepfather."

Wanda frowned: "But your mother is Marya?"

Pietro nodded.

"Yes."

"... Alright."

Wanda nodded, somewhat accepting this upon hearing it.

It wasn't the first time she had seen herself in the multiverse; she already knew that the settings of the multiverse were different, but she just hadn't expected that she and Quicksilver on this Earth would actually be the children of that Magneto, Erik.

This...

Although Wanda couldn't understand it, she could accept this setting.

Anyway, the setting here was aimed at the Pietro and Wanda here, not at herself.

Just like her daughter said.

The Pietro here was not her uncle; likewise, for Wanda, the biological father of the Pietro and Wanda here was not her biological father.

However, because of the difference in settings, in an instant, Wanda's intention of wanting to find time to see her variant here also faded a lot.

So...

Because her interest faded, Wanda also gradually reduced the topics of conversation with this Pietro.

Canada is not far from the Federation; soon, under the control of Mystique Raven and his daughter Jean, this transport plane began to descend, and finally, when the morning light appeared the next day, it landed vertically on the lawn of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

Although the main building of the X-Mansion was now a ruin because of the explosion.

But the annex building still existed.

Under the leadership of Mystique and Blue Beast, the rescued mutants were quickly arranged into several rooms to rest.

Hawkeye and Wanda followed his daughter Jean to the room located on the third floor of the annex building.

Although the room wasn't big, it had everything it needed, and it was kept very tidy and orderly.

Hawkeye looked around, like an old father visiting his daughter's rented apartment, looked at his daughter Jean, and nodded.

"Not bad, just like me."

"..."

Wanda to the side looked at the very proud Hawkeye, and the image of herself having to go to 521A Palm Street every weekend in her own universe to help tidy up the house surfaced in her mind; she really couldn't understand where this "just like me" that Hawkeye said came from.

However, thinking was thinking, and Wanda didn't just start complaining about it.

After all, men are men.

When away from home, nothing is important; face is the most important.

How does that saying go.

When a man is away from home, he can do without the substance, but he must have face no matter what.

So...

Wanda nodded very graciously: "It is indeed tidy; when your father and I were coming here, we were wondering if you would suffer here, but it looks like it's okay."