It wasn't as simple as turning back the clock, no matter how many times someone suggested a variation on just that task. Time unwound couldn't simply be spooled back up again and those five years spent would remain spent, along with all the lessons they'd taught and all the decisions made therein.
Those in the ether wouldn't have felt those five years pass, just as there was no way to wind that time up again, there was no way to unwind time at all in that world between worlds. There were also bound to be some logistical hurdles and complications along the way, but in the end it didn't matter. All that mattered was that those who had been lost in the snap would be returned, and as the world had healed from their loss, it could heal again from their return.
Somehow, Wanda had gotten herself tangled up with Strange and the Mystics -Masters Of The Mystic Arts was simply too much of a mouthful to use every single time, plus, it made Wong scowl at her, and also at Strange for chuckling at it whenever she said it- in bringing people home. Strange and the Mystics could open portal to draw people back from the ether, and Wanda could essentially play five-year historian for groups of them at a time, catching them up on what had happened in a matter of minutes in real-time, but a couple of hours of reality warp distortion.
It was exhausting, though, and only used for people who truly couldn't wrap their minds around it, which was still fair few of the returnees. It was difficult work, and more than one joke had been made about the metaphysical DMV, but at the end of every day, no matter where they'd been bringing people in physically, Strange returned her to the Barton homestead, and sometimes -like that evening- well and away from the front door, but it was nice enough out and she didn't mind the walk, just trudging her way up the gravel drive to the house.
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Date: 2022-08-03 03:21 am (UTC)Those in the ether wouldn't have felt those five years pass, just as there was no way to wind that time up again, there was no way to unwind time at all in that world between worlds. There were also bound to be some logistical hurdles and complications along the way, but in the end it didn't matter. All that mattered was that those who had been lost in the snap would be returned, and as the world had healed from their loss, it could heal again from their return.
Somehow, Wanda had gotten herself tangled up with Strange and the Mystics -Masters Of The Mystic Arts was simply too much of a mouthful to use every single time, plus, it made Wong scowl at her, and also at Strange for chuckling at it whenever she said it- in bringing people home. Strange and the Mystics could open portal to draw people back from the ether, and Wanda could essentially play five-year historian for groups of them at a time, catching them up on what had happened in a matter of minutes in real-time, but a couple of hours of reality warp distortion.
It was exhausting, though, and only used for people who truly couldn't wrap their minds around it, which was still fair few of the returnees. It was difficult work, and more than one joke had been made about the metaphysical DMV, but at the end of every day, no matter where they'd been bringing people in physically, Strange returned her to the Barton homestead, and sometimes -like that evening- well and away from the front door, but it was nice enough out and she didn't mind the walk, just trudging her way up the gravel drive to the house.