@redwtch gets a starter b/c I saw you post something so I know you’re online
“If you’re going to talk about Vision, I’m going to run to the farthest end of the Earth.”

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@redwtch gets a starter b/c I saw you post something so I know you’re online
“If you’re going to talk about Vision, I’m going to run to the farthest end of the Earth.”
plotted starter for @redwtch
Thanos was dead, those that had been lost in the calamity had been brought back and the universe was once more whole, albeit shaken. There was still much to be seen to, repairs to be made and still those to mourn. The people that didn’t perish though the power of the stones, those that had been murdered or taken through the disasters that followed, they couldn’t be so easily brought back. They were well and truly gone.
For those that were lost, Tony Stark had insisted upon plans for a world-wide period of respect and commemoration. Despite the way that Loki came off to most people, even he had expressed his interest in the idea. He and Thor as a result had attended a large meeting at the Avenger’s Compound where many were shocked into silence when Loki requested that the Asgardians that had been murdered by Thanos be included. Thor hadn’t even gotten the chance to request it.
Once all was decided for the day at least, the Avengers (and Loki) were free to leave, or to stay, either way Tony had immediately gone into his lab. Thor was speaking with Steve and Loki was less than willing to simply wait around, so he continued to walk, exploring the vastness of the compound. He could feel an almost vibration, a distinct aura of magic that he knew didn’t belong to anyone that he had met...but it felt strangely familiar.
Ever curious, he followed his senses and stopped only when he came upon a young woman sitting on a stone bench near the garden just outside of the compound.
Britt kind of asked for a starter ( sort of... ) also a brief nod to Smudge
&& * WANDA * &&
HE HADN’T KNOWN WHAT HE WAS DOING UNTIL THE MOMENT SOMEONE ELSE ASKED WHERE WANDA WAS WHEN SHE DIDN’T COME TO DINNER. The fact that it wasn’t initially him who had noticed left a sickly feeling in his stomach that he could only identify as a loss of self. In the past few months, he had grown much closer with his boyfriend(s) in a way that he hadn’t considered to be possible in all his life. He had been asked to move in to some extent, to spend time with them in their secret hideaway & he would readily admit that he had become quite obsessed with sharing the space with the other. They had confessed their love, & as mushy as it was, he had become incredibly invested in having a potential future to share with someone. From the time she was born ( 12 whole minutes after him ), Pietro had been ready to give his everything to his sister. He structured his life around keeping her safe and keeping her happy. For a long while that meant that it was just the two of them against the world - but as they blossomed into adulthood and late night talks of far off ambitions came to light, he realized how desperately important it was for her to have a true family. She wanted to marry, she wanted to raise children in a safe home & live a very conventional life. It broke his heart that he would not be her only future, but he was ready to make sure that he set her up nice and happy - whatever he could do to bring her the happy ending she so deserved. On his quest for Wanda’s happiness, he had neglected to realize just how unhappy he was becoming. He never allowed himself to get close to anyone or really explore his own consciousness or passions because it was so much easier to just push through. That’s all they had ever done - survive, why would that change now ?? When Bruce & Hulk stepped in, his whole world shifted. He thought it was for the better, that maybe he would do something constructive for himself for a change rather than running away from potential futures - maybe it was a risk of having his heart broken, but he had always rushed into things before, why should this be any different ?? However, he had become so consumed with his own desires and sudden undeniable happiness, that he didn’t realize he was pulling away from his soulmate, that he was spending less time with his Wanda. Immediately, he excused himself from the table and without thinking, flashed in a blue blur into his sister’s room in the Avenger’s facility.
“ Wanda ?? “
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How could a man live 27 years and not get past the pain he had felt on the first day of it all happening. It being... the day his parents died. In a car accident. Or, how he much later figured, in a vicious attack. Murder. Literally any other possible cause of death would have hurt much less than that.
He had locked himself into his basement, fiddling with stuff but getting nowhere. Eventually he ended up on the sofa that stood there in the corner, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly there was movement at the glass door to his workshop - he had to sit up to see her. “Jarvis?”, he murmured, “What the hell is she doing here?”
“I can tell your mental health is in a rather bad place, sir. I let her in, thought you could use some company.” - “Really? Great.” He was torn between letting her in and just ignoring her... but somehow he picked himself up and moved to the door, in clothes he only wore around home and barefooted. He typed the code into the locking system next to the door and it slid open. He leaned against the doorframe, his body language telling her ‘there is no way I’m gonna let you in here’.
He knew he looked tired, messy-haired and grumpy... but that’s exactly how he felt. “Whad’ya want? Vision isn’t here, if you’re looking for him. He’s probably in the facility.”
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“You are jealous.” It’s amusing, really, even if a bit unwarranted and annoying. Stealing two girls a dress wasn’t a crime (well, the theft of it was, but gifting two women something pretty wasn’t). He had gone to get medicine, clothes (warm ones, for the winter), but he couldn’t leave without something fun. Paris was thriving, and they were suffering in Sokovia. The people of his country deserved better, and he would do what he could to help them. And sometimes a smile is more helpful than one thinks.
“I am too young for marriage.” It’s not even on his mind, really. Pretty girls aside, he really only had one concern right now; their revenge. She knows that, knows where his mind is, particularly since he’s still irritated that she stopped him when Stark was in their grasp. It would have been so easy - and over. He could finally lay that particular demon to rest. “It will not be winter forever.” He added, a sly grin on his face. “She will need it in the summer months.”
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“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
There was an apologetic cant to his words, voice soft and tired features watching her carefully. Vision didn’t really need sleep, that much was true. But he had a tendency to at least take some time to lay down and “rest”, if only to give off the illusion that he was no different from anyone else.
He had been pacing in one of the main areas in the facility. A little bit conflicted with himself. Perhaps not realizing if he’d been making noise that was noticeable.
“Or were you already awake?”
𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄 empty.container [ new thread ] 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 plotted.starter 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 ( NAME = “ W. MAXIMOFF ” // @redwtch ) 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍
JAMES BARNES HAS BEEN UNRESPONSIVE FOR SIXTY - EIGHT HOURS AND COUNTING...
HE IS A CONTAINED EXPLOSION, trapped inside this CAGE designed by the wakandan princess herself. both barnes && the soldier know this room well. to one, it represents safety, SECURITY ;; to the other, it is little more than a CAGE, meant to SUBDUE and dissuade unruly behavior. no different from the stasis pods his old handlers used to store him in when he became UNSTABLE. they run their tests here, in this place. like a scab, they pick and pick at his mind and while barnes feels a strange sense of COMFORT knowing he cannot hurt anyone while locked inside this containment cell, it is still the place where he is made and UNMADE. this is still a place where his greatest, deepest and darkest NIGHTMARES become reality ;; a cavernous PIT where he falls apart into a thousand pieces, carefully pieced back together - only to shatter again and again and again and again...
HE HATES IT HERE. regardless of its advantages, he does hate this place, in the same way he loathes stasis. it works, he cannot deny that. it keeps the people around him - the people standing within the BLAST ZONE - safe, but god does he hate this place. his aversion though is nothing compared to the soldier’s RAGE. he is awoken, always - with a purpose, with the supplication of ORDERS, with a mission to complete - and yet, all these people ever give him is SILENCE. normally, time is enough to quell the soldier’s irritable TEMPER, his attention span and interest fleeting. without orders, he stagnates rather quickly - typically giving barnes enough of a give to slide back && resume control - but whatever they tried this time around had TRIGGERED not only barnes, but the soldier as well. it has been almost three days without any trace of james barnes, the longest interruption to date - and the soldier does not appear willing to comply. instead, he is showing signs of ERRATIC, wild behavior, restless && violent, throwing himself against the walls, looking for weak points in a desperate attempt at ESCAPE. steve rogers had finally been contacted, but there was only so much the captain could do so far away. he was on - route, but still at least two days out, and his friend’s conditioning was plummeting, the mental anguish starting to clearly show.
they do not clear it first with the captain. buck doubts steve would ever willingly risk her life, even if it meant saving his best friend’s SANITY, but they come to her anyway, asking for help. you could calm his mind, yes? you could find him? words have not been able to reach him. isolation, time, solitude, sleep and calorie deprivation has not helped. all physical attempts to SUBDUE him have all ended in failure. they need to get inside his head, find the HEMORRHAGING memory that ripped him open and patch it up, before his mind bleeds to death. they need her ;; HE needs her.
it is DANGEROUS - for both of them, but desperate times. . .
Closed Starter | Wanda Maximoff
“Oh, it’s you.” Adrian looked down very suddenly, as if he were a timid animal frightened to step out of place lest it be struck. “I’m sorry, I thought you were... Nevermind.” he dare not give another name. “What can I do for you?” he asked, prepared to switch to her native language out of respect.
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