Rain falling to the pavement, ground coffee, freshly baked cinnamon rolls, cigarette smoke. That's how Tommy knew he was back in Chicago. You never really realize how 'home' smells like until you've been away for too long. The wind pulled in from his hometown to ruffle his shock white hair as he made his way through the streets, head hung low, bright blue eyes trained on his own all-star sneakers, as he constantly remained oh so pointedly aware of the stares in his direction. He wished to run away, but to where? He had nowhere to go right now. Well, that was a lie, Thomas did have somewhere to go, he was only avoiding it ever since he'd found out. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he shook his head softly, resigned to his own choices. And finally, decide he did. So he has a foot on the ground in Chicago one second, and then one foot in Pennsylvania the next. He sees all the sights and weaves through cars and cities with unstable ease - and only a few minutes stretch out into miles and miles of more until he finds his footing in New York City.
And now, as he stood near the Avengers Tower, Tom couldn't help but wonder what the hell was he doing there anyway. It's not like it mattered, right? She wouldn't recognize him. Wanda Maximoff wasn't his mother any more than Mary Shepherd was, and God knows how that turned out for him last time. Still, even as he turned to leave, his head tilted to the side, gaze lingering at the large glass-pane doors. For a moment there, he stood still, completely still, something that'd never happened any time before in his entire life until... Until he felt it. A draw, almost, a gentle and subtle tugging that pushed and nudged him closer towards the doors, almost as if a part of him could feel her.
Nevermind that, just.. baby steps Shepherd, you can’t dive in too quick. He placed his NASA baseball cap on the top of his head, covering most of his white hair and stepped closer to the doors, his witty smile and confident attitude coming back as fast as the thoughts that raced through his mind. He didn't even know if this would work, I mean, how many people or fans and groupies came in every single day, asking for one of the Avengers? But he had to try. He had to, for all heaven's sake. Please, please. Even if he was doing this without his brother, even if she would look straight into his eyes and not recognize him for the least bit, he had to. His entire body shook as he stepped inside the large hall, the symbol for the Avengers prominently showcased on the wall, sending a new rush of adrenaline through his veins, a new and sudden realization of what he was about to do nearly placing a knot in his throat the size of a golfball. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he softly whistled a little tune to himself, anything to distract him at the moment until he could be able to find her, light eyes now trained on a young-looking secretary that stood by one of the reception desks: "Hey, um, uh, Miss? I'm looking for Wanda Maximoff..? I mean, uhm. The Scarlet Witch. Do you know where she is?"