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Do you Take Drugs?
Absolutely not! I have a hard enough time controlling my powers at the best of times, never mind when I am influenced by other factors (though admittedly, Pietro did give me whiskey once when we were seventeen, and it was the one night I can remember where I actually relaxed).
Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica
Wanda looked down into her coffee cup as she swirled the liquid around with a spoon. She did not particularly enjoy coffee, but she enjoyed sleep even less, so it was a necessary evil. Her brother could rest easy, knowing that even when he had nightmares, Wanda would hear his distress and calm his mind before he even opened his eyes. She wished, sometimes, that she could use some of her abilities on herself, but then remembered how acutely she detested anyone getting inside her head.
"My brother was not going to let them do that," Wanda murmured. "Sometimes I thought it would've been easier if we had played along, but he was determined." Pietro was always determined to make her life more difficult. So strong - so stubborn.
She watched as the other woman drank her beverage and smiled when she saw satisfaction there. She was, as far as anyone was concerned, a cold person. But in reality Wanda was very sensitive to even the smallest of missteps. "It is very different," she said. "I don't understand a lot of your customs. People always seem to want to ask questions - big questions, like they're my family. I meet people on the street that ask about my past, as if I have an obligation to them. That is hard to get used to."
Tony was a good man. She knew he had made mistakes - knew more than she would ever let on - but there was a purity in him, a childlike innocence that she wanted to protect, which was strange, considering Tony was the one protecting her 90% of the time. "He cares a lot," Wanda murmured. "He does not know how to show it. I do not know how to appreciate it."
Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica
The pot of tea and cups came dancing on the air towards the two girls, settling themselves down neatly on the coffee table. It had been suggested to her that she used her powers for little things such as this to help her become more comfortable; she did not bother explaining to her teammates that there was a big difference in accidentally spilling a cup of tea and accidentally destroying an entire apartment block, or worse. Nobody - except for maybe Banner - could understand what it was like to lose control like that.
Her brother never understood her. He always saw their powers as more of a gift than a curse, even when it led to discrimination. Wanda did not get his point of view either, so they just avoided talking about it. They avoided talking about a lot of things, lately. Most notably Registration. But Wanda had not invited Jessica over to discuss politics.
She poured two cups and passed one over to Jessica. "We have sugar too, if you went some," she said, calling it too from the kitchen. "And milk. I prefer black, but I'm not used to much else."
A sip of tea later, she felt much calmer, despite her pounding heart. She did not like seeing protestors outside the place she felt so at home. "Americans are strange about their coffee," she mused. "So many choices. There's a lot of choices about everything, actually. I don't even know how to dress myself at this stage." In her youth, everything she had worn had been hand-me-downs or stolen. Needs must. "Stark offered a stylist, but I felt it was too much fuss. I have my uniform, surely no one cares what I wear the rest of the time."
skarlet-wanda:
I know how you feel. In my home country, there were only two types of coffee; black or with milk. I am amazed at the amount of combinations Americans have came up with.
Are you aware of Starbucks? I attempted to go in once, but was overwhelmed by the choices.
Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog
Iâve tried Starbucks, yeah. Once I figured out that I could, I mean. I like a lot of choices, personally. Choices are great, period.
The family-owned coffee places are better than Starbucks, anyway. Youâre better off.
I agree. Making my own choices has been refreshing, but I have to admit I'm scared of making the wrong ones. Then I'll have no one to blame but myself. <p>I have heard many people in the Tower speak of Ninth Street Espresso, but I am yet to try it. Perhaps it would make better coffee than Stark's robots.
Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica
Wanda pushed her way through the crowd towards the Tower, making sure not to make too much contact with the people. She could feel their glee at Tony's imprisonment, and she didn't want any more reason to get angry in a crowd of this size. It would surely back up the case for Registration even more if Wanda blew them out into the street, but God it would be fun.
She pressed the button on the elevator and put her fingers in her ears as she went up the elevator. "The speed always makes my ears pop," she explained to Jessica. "I haven't gotten used to it yet." They walked out onto the main floor with a lounge and kitchen, and Wanda settled down on the sofa. She could hear the protestors, could hear their anger, even with floors between them.
"Tea, or coffee?" Wanda asked. Red tendrils went into the kitchen and lifted the pots that had been sitting on the stove. Wanda preferred the traditional way of making hot drinks, much to Clint and Tony's despair, and although she had came to America with poor ability at making them, she had been getting better. "I would turn on the TV, but perhaps it's better if we stay away from the news for a little while, at least that's what the Captain suggested."
I still canât get used to a lot of things. New York has changed. People have changed. Coffee is a lot better, though.
I know how you feel. In my home country, there were only two types of coffee; black or with milk. I am amazed at the amount of combinations Americans have came up with.
Are you aware of Starbucks? I attempted to go in once, but was overwhelmed by the choices.
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Justice Weeps || Wanda & Tony (Wild Card)
"Seems like they're getting off light," Wanda commented under her breath, knowing that Tony's crisp audio feed would still allow him to hear her. She made no disputes that she was critical of the justice system. Criminals they captured, cuffed and handed over to the NYPD always seemed to find themselves back out on the street, just because their lawyer found a loophole or they placed nice in prison.
Wanda was determined to prove that she could play by the rules, she could protect people without hurting anyone too much. Yet as she followed Tony's instructions and cuffed the rioters, she couldn't help but plant a little seed in their head and walk away as they screamed, thinking their worst fears were coming for them. Pietro always said it was messed up, how she played with peoples' minds so easily. She supposed he was right, but it didn't stop her. She grinned at Tony.
"Episodes IV through to VI, I think," she said. "Clint said the prequels were, how did he put it? A disgrace to humankind. I must admit I am intrigued."
The riot had calmed down since their arrival, and upon seeing Iron Man in the sky and the tell-tale trails of red that buzzed around the heads of the captured, most of the other criminals made the right decision and began running, right into the cop cars that had formed around the school. Wanda thought for a moment that they were coming to help; that was supposed to be what they did, right? Helped where the Avengers were told not to? Yet if Wanda and Tony hadn't shown up when they did, there could've been a lot more damage than there was.
She watched with a hand over her mouth as the officers began reading Tony his rights. This wasn't the way things were supposed to happen; seeing Tony being arrested wasn't the way the world worked. He was a hero, for God's sakes. If anyone should be arrested, it should be her, what with the way a few of the men were still screaming about witches in the background. A few metres away, a group of teenagers had pulled their phones out and were recording the whole thing. Wanda raised her hand and red energy snatched the phones from them and smashed them on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Wanda said to one of the police officers. She noticed the others behind him raise their guns. "Tony ... I don't understand. He didn't do anything!"
He didn't do anything, right? As the police officers wrapped up their arrest, Wanda closed her eyes and took a little look into his mind, just a peek, nothing serious. She had promised she wouldn't but - times must.
Tony Stark was innocent.
"Is this what you want?" she yelled to the people around her. More had began videoing, and she was too tired to concentrate. Too tired to do anything. She could save Tony if she wanted - could kill all the police officers in seconds - but she knew he wouldn't have wanted that. He wanted her to play along.
She tried to go up to him, to take his hand, but the officers stepped in front of her. "Not a good idea," they said. She looked over their shoulder to Tony.
"I'll call the Captain," she told him. "He'll fix it."
(It wasn't a question. At least, she didn't think it was.)
Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica
With Registration constantly looming over her head, Wanda felt it was more important than ever for her to reach out to other enhanced individuals, even if she couldn't quite bring herself to align closely with Xavier's school just yet. Her inner mantra about the way in which people treated mutants - and indeed, how they had rioted against them only mere days beforehand - made her cautious about calling herself a mutant openly, even if that was what she was. She finally had some sense of belonging in New York, and whilst there were many news crews around the world and in America itself who were critical of her and her powers, she wasn't going to open herself up to more problems if she could help it.
Tony had been arrested, right in front of her, as they both worked hard to try and save the lives of innocent people, and even save the lives of the idiots with guns who thought riots were an appropriate way to solve their problems (she knew that she and Pietro had participated in their fair share of protests back home in Slovakia, but they had tried to keep the violence to a minimum, and they had been children. She realised now that she had made a lot of mistakes in her youth, and would probably continue to do so). Registration was dangerous for everyone like Wanda and Jessica, and Tony's arrest had been the catalyst to push her and encourage her to reach out to other people.
There was quite a crowd around the Tower that day on account of the news. People calling for Tony's release, his imprisonment, bringing up his past. Wanda knew of his previous business dealings, but she liked to pretend she didn't. Tony had been nothing but kind to her; he never judged her. So why should she judge him?
Wanda secured the scarf she had placed over her head to hide herself from the cameras. She managed a smile at Jessica, knowing that thus far, they hadn't been spotted. "I think we might be better going to my floor for food," she said, looking around at the crowd. "We aren't everyone's favourites at the moment, I am afraid."
Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica
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Wanda felt a strange connection to others who had, at some point or other in their lives, been accused of witchcraft. Although the accusations levelled at her were true, it didnât mean that the spat whispers of âwitchâ and threatened burnings didnât hurt a little, especially at a young and impressionable age. Through her research - Tony had provided her with a laptop and unlimited wifi, encouraging her as much as a person could to learn continually. After all, knowledge was power - Wanda  had discovered that the label of 'witchâ had been used throughout history to discriminate against women of immense power. Jessica Drew certainly matched that description.
She was a woman of great renown within New York, having worked with the Avengers, street-heroes and SHIELD either separately or all at once. Wanda was not used to seeing women of such great importance; her own country, and indeed most of Eastern Europe, were still highly traditional in their views, and perhaps that was why her brotherâs idiosyncrasies were overlooked more easily than her own. Sheâd thought about it for a long time before finally sending off a 'tweetâ to the superhero, asking if she would like to meet Wanda for lunch in Avengers Tower. The woman had accepted, and Wanda was happier than she could put into words, for reasons she couldnât fully understand (whilst otherâs emotional burdens were easily read, her own emotions were far more complicated, and she had no abilities to look into her own subconscious, no matter how hard she tried).
Early as usual, Wanda loitered outside the Avengers Tower, avoiding eye contact with people who bustled past. New York was so busy and so claustrophobic she didnât really know where to go to get away from it all, except for maybe Central Park. Finally she spotted Jessica Drew across the crowd, and she stuck her hand up in the air to alert her to her presence.
âHello,â she said, hoping her smile seemed natural. âIt is nice to meet you. Thank you for coming. I know you come here a lot, but ⊠Thanks for coming for me. To meet me.â
The most supportive person in your life just now?
I would be inclined to say my brother, out of loyalty alone, but the truth is that Mr. Stark and the Captain have both been equally supportive and welcoming to me. They make me feel like a part of something ⊠A part of their family, I suppose.Â
(They also share my newfound appreciation for sugary American delicacies.)Â
Bored and Lonely | Thor & Wanda
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It was the solstice season, which didnât involve nearly as much arm-wrestling and drunken boasting as Thor would have expected. Not that Asgardian solstice was entirely about that sort of thing. There were choral songs by candlelight and the occasional poetry recitation. It was just that Thor had historically been more interested in the arm-wrestling and drunken boasting parts. He played to his skill set. Most of the Avengers and the SHIELD staff were, if not gone, at least busy doing ⊠whatever it was they were doing. Thor understood that a present exchange was part of the cultural tradition and had gifted all the Avengers with very nice Asgardian cloaks. It seemed practical and also stylish.Â
He was wandering around the common areas, which was unusual for him. He normally strode with purpose throughout the halls. To be fair, normally he had somewhere to go. He was debating ordering a pizza, which was truly a fine system, he was not too proud of his homeland to admit that. He had even sent word back to Heimdall that perhaps the Asgardians could look into it. Sometimes one didnât want an elaborate feast. Finding himself in the lounge, which he tended to avoid because Clint was usually there playing darts, and Thor disliked losing at a sport, even one as paltry as dart-throwing, but it was empty. For some reason, this made him unhappy. Not that heâd wanted to lose to Clint. But heâd been more willing to accept defeat than usual, if it meant some company.Â
Sighing, he sank onto a couch and considered whether there might be a sporting event on television worth watching. It was unlikely. He turned the enormous television on anyway. After changing the channels, he landed on something called âThe Real Housewives of Orange Countyâ, a truly inexplicable show about some sort of supervillain group. Thankfully, they spent so much time arguing amongst themselves that they had no time to actually unleash whatever horrible weapon they had. He was sure they must have one, people who had been so horribly disfigured always did. Dear God, they were orange. He began to suspect they might actually come from one of the other of the Realms. They werenât Frost Giants.Â
He craned his neck, noticing that Wanda had come in. She was a little unnerving at times. Anyone who caused him to have horrible visions of the future would be. She reminded him of the Norns, except she was much younger, and didnât speak constantly in cryptic riddles. Still, she was an Avenger, he could respect that. And it was possible she could be of service to him. âI believe these women may be plotting some sort of attack, but it is difficult to tell. It seems odd that they would be willing to let themselves be filmed in their scheming, but Midgard is a strange place.â
The holiday season was never Wanda's favourite time of year. The idea of cheer and joy, along with the blatant commercialism that adorned shop windows, were sickening to her when she was struggling with her brother to keep food in their bellies and keep themselves out of the gutter. Most of the Avengers however - including her brother this year, who was revelling in New York in the wintertime - did not share her dislike, and so she found the halls of the Tower rather empty. As she walked towards the lounge, planning to catch up on some of the shows on Netflix she found particularly interesting (crime shows especially, as well as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, her ultimate guilty pleasure), she could hear the sound of her footsteps bounce off the walls. The loneliness should've been comforting; less voices in her head, less need to concentrate on keeping her mind off other people's, but instead it was disconcerting. Perhaps that was why when she spotted a figure lounging on the couch she let out a little sigh of relief.
Thor was not one of the Avengers Wanda had grown close to. Stark and the Captain had became mentors to her, and she has always respected and trusted Natasha, knowing the woman had greatness inside of her that she would never realise. Thor was a bit more of an enigma, though his mind was infinitely interesting to explore, if a little more difficult than the rest. Wanda revelled in a challenge, and she had the sneaking suspicion that Thor could sense her presence in his thoughts as the team sat around on movie night. He was more in tune with ... whatever her powers consisted of than even she was, and she couldn't pretend she wasn't intrigued by that. All she knew about her abilities was that they were the result of a genetic mutation she and her brother shared, and that was it. She was too scared to go to Xavier for explanations, so she resigned herself to live in the dark, at least until she got answers at some point.
Wanda stood behind the sofa, pulling her dressing gown more tightly around her. It was silk; she'd found it hanging in her wardrobe one evening, and she did not want to ask Pietro about it in case he'd stolen it, despite their increased wealth. He always did it for the thrill anyway. She tilted her head at the screen as Thor spoke, watching the events unfold. One of the women had just thrown champagne at the other, and the entire party had descended into chaos.
"America is a strange place," she clarified, moving towards the sofa. "Where I come from, our TV shows do not consist of such ... things. Though I have found these programmes quite interesting, at times. Don't tell Clint." Barton found inordinate amounts of joy in reality television and making fun of the shows. Wanda sat on the other side of the sofa as he did it, pretending to sulk, trying not to laugh.
To Thor, she gestured at the expanse of sofa beside him. "Do you mind if I sit?" she asked. "It seems we are the only two here. You do not celebrate the holidays in Asgard, then?" She had left a couple mugs of cocoa on the counter in the kitchen after having one herself, and so she flexed her hand in the direction of the kitchen and concentrated on bringing the tray towards them, making sure it was floating steadily in the air instead of sloshing out over Tony's expensive tiles.
"Cocoa?" she said, gesturing to the tray that was still hovering on red wisps. The Captain had suggested practicing with her powers on everyday things, so she was more comfortable in the battle field. It seemed to be working a little so far. "I had made some for my brother, but he seems to have run off somewhere." Or to someone. Probably a blonde.
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Justice Weeps || Wanda & Tony (Wild Card)
âBig guys with guns. Got it,â Wanda said, her accent mingling with sarcasm. She had became a lot more sarcastic since moving to the States, though Pietro always maintained that she had been that way since birth, and he would know. Still, being around Stark for prolonged periods of time had definitely had some kind of influence on her sense of humour. She found herself laughing more at passive aggressive journalists talking about Ian Quinn than anything else nowadays, though that mightâve been more to do with her hatred of Quinn than anything else. The slight quip had pulled her out of her panic, and she took a deep breath, steadying herself on her feet.
Tonyâs communication systems were impeccable, much like anything else he built. His voice was as clear as it would be if he was standing right next to her. Wanda closed her eyes and listened to his words, knowing exactly what he meant, the pain and suffering sheâd gone through flooding back, renewing her determination to prevent other people hurting in the same way. When she opened her eyes again Tony was there again, right in front of her though still some distance away. She nodded at him and felt her eyes begin to burn with energy.
âI am an Avenger,â she said to Tony, but also to herself. âI can do this. I can do this.â Behind her, a crowd of civilians - innocent people, like how she and her brother had been once - were whimpering, grabbing each other, ducking from the gunfire. Some of the rioters who had been shooting through the school gates turned their attention to the crowd, not caring who was in their way.
A little girl (one Wanda had seen in Central Park walking her dog. A Yorkshire terrier, with more anxious energy than even Wanda) stood in the middle of the crossfire, desperately looking around, probably for her parents. A bullet sped towards her, and without thinking, Wanda shot energy out of her hands, pushing herself in front of the girl just in time to form a shield. The bullet bounced off it and fell limply to the ground. Wanda narrowed her eyes at the gunman. She could hear him screaming as she lifted him off the ground, red swirls twisting around his body.
âWhat do we do with them?â Wanda asked through gritted teeth. âDo we have police on our side, or are they too fond of Quinn to do anything?â It was just like back home, except worse, because Americans liked to pretend it wasnât happening. Wanda wasnât sure if she liked the States much, but that was an opinion best shared in the safety of the Tower, not out in the street.
Comfort and Joy | Angie and [open]
If her thoughts were somewhat hesitant, Angie's tone was full of certainty, and so Wanda was confident she wasn't intruding. She knew that the X-Men probably regarded her and her brother as a little strange; after all they were young mutants who had gone straight from one war to another instead of taking the chance of a safe, secure home. Wanda knew she was a little crazy already, but what her brother was thinking when he agreed to join the Avengers with her was beyond even her understanding.
"Coffee would be good," Wanda said, shivering in the winter breeze. It was early in the morning and somehow, black coffee always reminded her of home. "I can imagine. In the Tower, my brother eats at least half of all the available food. He says it's because his metabolism runs faster, but Dr. Cho says he only needs an extra thousand calories or so." Wanda smiled a little as she said this. She did not usually reveal herself, but anyone who met her would quickly learn how much she adored her brother. People's responses to her familial loyalty often said a lot about them as well.
She followed after Angie with hurried, shuffled steps, pulling her wrap around her arms once again. The mansion was large and should have been intimidating, but the overwhelming sense Wanda got from the building was that of security, of affection, of love. Maybe she had made the wrong decision. Then she remembered how the Tower was much the same - Tony's loud commentary over the news, the Captain doing what Clint described as 'trolling,' how Clint falls asleep on Natasha's knee during movie night - and she quickly realised how lucky she was to have a family.
Wanda was not sure what the Avengers did at Christmas, but she was interested in spending some time with the X-Men, pleased at Angie's response to her. No one in the mansion would be afraid of her, at least. They'd understand persecution in a way few outside the walls could. "Dinner would be ... nice," Wanda said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Are you sure you'd have enough, especially for Pietro? He eats a lot, as I've said. Also, we are not ... X-Men. Are you sure you would want us at your table?"
i donât want your mercy. i donât need it.
first âno more mutants.â now what? âno more fighting?â âno more dying?â how about simply ⊠âno more.â pietro, i love you, you know that ⊠but iâm through being your âeasy out.â iâm still not right from all that happened before, do you realize that? iâm troubled ⊠in my head. sometimes i cry for no reason. sometimes i sleep all day.
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