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@nexusbeings
"hi--welcome to the emporium! howcanihelpyou." the last bit rushed out of her. darcy totally hadn't been smoking in the back and barely heard the door open. not at all.
"It's only me." Which, apparently, was a good thing based on Darcy's demeanor. Wanda had been in meetings all morning with one magical mishap to clean up in the middle, and she was desperate for a mug of tea and a book. "How are things here today?"
@spawnofmephisto
"I have a ... complicated relationship with your father, to say the least. Do you have any questions for me?"
Steve was used to weird. It took some time to get him there, but he no longer spent too long questioning the smallness of their lives after every reality altering crisis. Death wasn't finite and the universe turned out to be infinitely more vast than a couple trillion stars. So, yeah, if he spent too much time dwelling in existential crisis, he'd never get out of bed.
In all of that, however, he never expected that he would be having dinner with another version of Wanda Maximoff. Not that he had any problems with the girl from his reality, she was wonderful, but their dynamic had always been one of guidance. He wanted to help her, not...spend the day doing meaningless tasks like dishes.
It helped that they looked nothing alike. This Wanda was older of course, with darker auburn curls and a different accent. She was graceful and fluid in a way that was mesmerizing, and Steve had to stop himself from staring--mainly because he enjoyed watching her.
The more she spoke, the more she became a separate entity from the Wanda he knew at all, and try as he might, there was a confidence to her that he couldn't help but find attractive. Which admittedly gave him some pause. Initially, Steve had approached her because the Avengers would always benefit from the presence of The Scarlet Witch--especially one with experience, and while his motives hadn't entirely changed...they had seemed to drift off course. He had not expected to look forward to her presence. Not like this.
When her voice carried again, he was pulled from the web of his tangled thoughts .
"Of course." Steve said. "And--please, don't think any of us expect you to bear the burden of knowing all the answers. I just know that with all that you're capable of, Strange can't and shouldn't be our only resource." And then at the question, he smiled. "I love spice." Since he came out of the ice he had experienced all kinds of food and was pleased to find that it had evolved in such an artistic way. The smell of whatever she had made was rich and layered with flavor, he had no doubt it would taste just as good.
"Maybe next time I'll have to cook for you." as the words were leaving his mouth, he realized how they sounded and quickly frowned. "Not that--you know in a professional way? I wasn't implying..." He shook his head, trailing off and opting to not incriminate himself any further.
Even if the reality was new, her family's recipe was not. Marya and Django had raised the twins with love, and that had been evident in each spoonful Wanda had consumed of the homemade meals that her adopted mother had made. Her aunt and uncle had done their best to give Wanda and Pietro a good life, and the happiness of her childhood remained glimmering embers in the darkness of all that had come after.
Sharing a meal with someone was like sharing part of herself. Her culture, her background, her family. The recipes were pieces of her past that no one could take from her. By now, she needed no piece of paper to follow. The ingredients were preserved in her mind. It was comforting to carry them from reality to reality with her.
"That's appreciated," Wanda said as she checked the oven. The ankruste were almost done. "People would be sorely disappointed if they expected me to be all knowing. I'm happy to be a resource to the best of my abilities, of course. I've met with Stephen a few times, among others. I've had to call on some faces that aren't fond of mine, but it's worth it."
Multiple dishes meant she had to stay in movement. She did so with the ghost of a smile on her face; there was an easiness between them that came as a surprise. This Steve was a new presence, but he felt familiar. His goodness seemed to go all the way to his bones. It was refreshing.
"You'll love Romani food, then. We are heavy on the spices. The main dish tonight is puyo. It's a chicken paprikash, if you are familiar at all."
With the meal almost ready, Wanda was fluid in her movements as she began to plate the steaming food. One brow rose in amusement at his offer and subsequent awkwardness. When he finished, a smile crossed her face. "I would like that, Steve. Thank you. I have to ask, though. What's your go-to dish?"
@hell-lc
"This is quite an operation you run here. How long has this been going on for?"
@reshaperofworlds
Reality shapers were something to keep track of. As a nexus being, Wanda knew the scrutiny that came with great power all too well. She looked to Kahhori not to accost her or control her. Instead, Wanda wanted to get to know her. Maybe she had knowledge that could be of use.
"I believe an introduction between us is in order." She clasped her hands together. "My name is Wanda Maximoff. They call me the Scarlet Witch."
@hexfinder
"I don't know why you're here, Nicola, but if it's to start something, I must advise you to not."
@actuallywiccan
"You'll have to forgive me." They were words that Wanda had said all too often. "I haven't meant to be distant. You've sensed how things are, yes?"
@elderhawkeye
"Do I know you? I'm afraid it's been so long since I've seen your face that I can't be sure."
"frankly, i think every one is a bit too casual about this. i've been alive for half a millennia and spent lifetimes studying the vast expanse of the mystic arts. Even I can't think of too many beings capable of this sort of multiversal feat, at least not any that bring comfort." "Plucking variants from one universe to the next and gathering them to another is one thing. It is another entirely to perform so against our will, in such a way that it cannot be undone. And, for what? Annihilation? Amusement?"
Wanda Maximoff and Agatha Harkness had stood opposed many times. They had also, however, worked together when the need arose. Right now, it seemed their interests were aligned.
"I'm not sure I would say that casual is the word, Agatha. I'm simply trying to stop a mass panic by expressing concern with the wrong people. I can assure you that we are working nonstop. Unfortunately, there's been little progress. That's why I'm here."
@strangeststephen
"You can be a hard man to find, Stephen Strange." It was on and red & black clad feet that the witch approached the sorcerer. "I assume we're in the same boat? Lots of questions, little answers."
"Are you actually a witch? Or is that just in the name?" Scott started playfully, but he realized after the words came out that they could be taken the wrong way and quickly backtracked. "Because I go by Cyclops, but... well, you know.."
"I identify as many things. A mother, a sister, a friend. A nexus being. And yes, a hex witch." After all these years, Wanda wasn't offended. She had looked into men's eyes and seen hatred before. They had come with their pitchforks and vitriol, but she would not burn. "But you have two eyes? Spider-man isn't a spider. We can take creative liberties with our names."
"I'll take some tea, but I'm not expecting any answers. I'm not sure I could give any myself, either."
"Then we find ourselves in the same boat. No answers, but many eyes on us. I feel guilty, but this is not my doing. I don't know how to undo it. All I can do is commit myself to looking for answers."
"Tea sounds lovely." Charles agreed, smiling faintly as he absentmindedly massaged his temple. After a long session of using Cerebro to try and determine just how many mutants had been displaced into their reality, he was settling into a headache.
With a bow of her head, Wanda through the motions of preparing two mugs. She had decent job of carving out a space for herself in this new reality. Her apartment wasn't home, but she had stayed in a lot of different spaces over the years. Wanda was well-versed in adapting. When it became clear they weren't going anywhere anytime soon, she had found her own space and moved from the New Avengers Compound. "Here, Professor." She offered him one. The steam from the brew warmed her face. "My guess is that this is not a social visit?"
"Tea." Reed repeated the word back to her as he blinked a focused into the conversation he was currently having. "I.. actually can't remember the last time I had tea. I have been surviving on exclusively coffee for most of my adult life."
"Then you are missing out, my friend." Wanda didn't have many mortal vices. She made a point to not drink alcohol, and the better she kept herself centered, the better things went for her. "It's soothing. You look like you could use rest."
"I'm not even sure where to begin with the questions, so tea sounds good. Tea sounds great." Reaching up to rake her hand through her hair, Cindy let out a soft sigh. "This is really bad, isn't it?"
"Do you have a flavor preference? Black, green, earl grey? I may have others." Wanda spoke over her shoulder before opening the cabinet. She was grateful for something to busy her hands with as she considered the question. "It's bad, yes." The witch said after a pause. "But we've seen bad many times over, and we've found ourselves to the other side each time. Incursions, the very end of reality. Still, we persevered. I would like to believe we can once more."
Miles didn't want to feel as stressed out as he was, but it was hard not to think about what his parents were up to now that he was stuck here. Last time he was home, they were still living in the lodging Misty offered until their apartment got all cleaned up from the fire. "There's no way I can like, talk to my parents or anything, is there?"
Her heart did go out to him. Losing family or being separated from them weighed heavily on the soul. "I'm afraid not." Wanda confirmed. "As it stands, the doors to other realities remain closed. We have not been able to receive communications or get any out. You worry about your family?"
"Erm, okay. I like tea." He said taking a seat across from her. He had the blade set to the side of the chair in its scabbard. It was the only thing he had from his home and with how powerful it was he wasn't just about to leave it anywhere. "I'm thinking it's probably too much of a leap to ask you to explain everything that happened, isn't it? Also I'm Dane." He added his introduction as an after thought feeling a bit upset with his manners, as he extended a hand that was adorned with his family ring.
"It seems we're of like minds," Wanda kept her tone light and her smile friendly. A hand waved, the kettle pouring boiling water into the two mugs that were already set on the table. She almost always expected visitors at this point. "And now, it seems, we've reached the part where I'm afraid I can't offer answers." Wanda had her theories, but it was nothing she was ready to voice yet. She needed to study and research more first.
Before she could continue, he extended his hand. Wanda took it in her gloved ones, green eyes drawn to his ring. "Oh." The witch paused. There had been traces of dark magic surrounding him and the blade he carried. She had tried to ignore it, but it was becoming harder to do so. "It seems I am now the one with questions."
