#wiggiiewoo

[xnot-big-on-doors]

Date Night

@wiggiiewoo

Vision knew that things were a bit strained between him and his witch. It was no one’s fault, it was the situation they found themselves in, being tied to other people and having no control over it. It wasn’t exactly conducive to a healthy relationship. But, he did acknowledge that he could have been trying harder to keep things as ‘normal’ as they ever were between the two of them. 

That was why he was currently knocking on the door of their shared room, not sure if Anna was in there with Wanda, and not wanting to interrupt if she was. He had gotten better at that at least, resisting the urge to just float through the wall and enter the room that way. 

Standing in front of the door he had a picnic basket (where he’d gotten it from was anyone’s guess) in his hand and a hopeful expression on his face. He knew it was unlikely that Wanda would say no to an impromptu date night, but he didn’t like to assume such things one way or the other. 

[starrphantom]

@wiggiiewoo​

Ava wasn’t sure what was going on around here, but she could tell that the air was different in the mansion somewhat. It wasn’t a smell, just a... feeling. And it was making her feel more uneasy than she was used to. Spying was her forte. It was what she was used to doing for years since SHIELD had taken her in. Yet she found the ability outside of her grasp. Had the cure completely removed her powers altogether? She wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse, hence her search for the one who’d helped put her back together. It was in her search for him that she found the one called Wanda looking quite distressed for some reason. Ava’s first thought was to back away and pretend like she hadn’t seen anything, leave the young woman to her own mourning of whatever it was that was bothering her. But that would be the easy way out, and she was trying to be less like that. “I’m not the best with words, but Scott says I’m getting better at hugs,” she said meekly from the doorway, her hair done up in a messy ponytail and her arms wrapped around herself. In the back of her mind, she hoped the woman would ask to be left alone because she was just bad at this sort of thing.

[hellsguardiandevil]

@wiggiiewoo

As time wore on, Matt found himself more and more unable to combat the thoughts that raced through his mind. He knew so much more now and things were in an odd clarity to him. He knew what he wanted and he knew what he wanted to entice in others. As he walked the streets, a familiar presence called to him.

Wanda.

Matt remembered the girl’s face from when they were children and she’d been an innocent lost in New York, or so he’d thought. 

Matt knew better now. He knew the dark things that lurked in her and he wondered how much of a push it would take for her to let those dark things spill out over the city.

He supposed that meant he had to go say hello first.

Hiding his grin, Matt approached the familiar figure. She was older now and much stronger. He wondered how long that strength would hold.

“Wanda?” he called. She hadn’t learned that he was blind as a boy, so he felt no need to share such things now that he was still something else. “It’s me, Matt. Remember me?” he asked innocently. He approached timidly as if he was worried she might hurt him.

[hereshawkguy]

@wiggiiewoo

Clint guessed that most of the rest of the city was waking up to find itself shrunk down to size. He couldn’t think of another reason that he didn’t see any other people on his way back to the mansion. That suited him well. he wasn’t in the mood to struggle through stopping a mugging.

Clint half limped his was through the mansion doors. He knew he should go straight to his room, but he was too tired. He slumped down on one of the couches to catch his breath before he made it the rest of the way to his room.

Clint’s eyes slide closed and his cheek rested against the pillow. He wanted his dog. He wanted pizza. He wanted a Tab soda. He wanted a nap.

Clint didn’t react when someone entered the room. His ears had been cleaned up, but there wasn’t much he could do but wait for his hearing to return to full. Instead, he sleepily reminded himself of why he should get up and not fall asleep on the couch.

“Sandwiches...”

[elektralivesagain]

@wiggiiewoo

They had warned her that nobody who entered was able to leave again, as if that wasn’t the way it had always been. New York is a city gets under the skin (and it was never just the pollution), it had a heart and beating pulse that could keep a person company, even if they were alone. Or maybe she just associated the steel maze so closely with her reason for being in it that she couldn’t separate them anymore. Elektra revved the engine on the stolen car and drove towards Midtown with the windows down. In a darkened skyline one thing stood out, the gaudy tower that used to bear Stark’s name, now a beacon for earth’s so-called Avengers.

It had been all over the news, for a second time in a decade an alien ship had touched down in New York. The first time she hadn’t come, but now keeping herself away no longer felt like an option. She had too little left to lose to risk it.

She used the luminous structure like an urban lighthouse, a guide so she didn’t get turned around in the dark. Sharply turning a corner a silhouette appeared in the headlights and she turning and spun the wheel hard to send the car spinning, careening across the street. before they’d be caught under the tires. Finally screeching to a hard stop she slammed back in her seat with something between a grimace and a smile.

Headlights still burned and illuminated the street around them, a young woman in a red coat still standing in the same spot where she’d just nearly hit her. Her brow arched curiously and the assassin slung an arm out the the open window. “Just out for a stroll then-?” She asked with a huff. “Or perhaps the lights are on but nobody’s home.”

[snarkingmechanic]

@wiggiiewoo

Tony was working on trying to see which Avengers had made it to the city and get them where they could do the most good. Usually Clint was their eyes in the sky while Steve was their tactician. The blackout meant Clint wasn’t going to be able to see what he needed to and for the moment he wasn’t hearing Steve.

Before sending out another message he muted Natasha’s coms. “This is Iron Man. I am currently heading toward Midtown. Does anyone copy?”

As soon as he finished the message he saw a situation that required his attention and flew down toward it. His display switched to the non-lethal battle screen. No matter what they were doing these people were average citizens and there was no way he was going to cause more problems by killing someone.

[xnot-big-on-doors]

Flesh Wound

Vision knew he was in trouble. Not from the killer robots, he and Ghost had taken care of those before having a chat and going their separate ways, but from a particular witch. Wanda was going to kill him. He got his body back and not five minutes later managed to injure it. 

He was never going to hear the end of it. 

Not that he didn't deserve a tongue lashing, he most definitely did. He realised now that shooting out of the Tower had been rather reckless, but in the moment he had been too excited to do the calculations. Currently, he was just in pain. 

He had made it back to the Tower and was floating into Tony’s workshop. The inventor had disappeared somewhere or another, but, luckily, Vision didn’t need assistance for such a small repair. So that he didn’t put any weight on his grazed calf Vision continued to float across the room until he got to a  workbench where he could sit and examine the wound. 

@wiggiiewoo

[xnot-big-on-doors]

Ashes to Ashes

The Vision had been aware that strange things were happening in Manhattan. Those who were allies became enemies, robots from another time and place somehow found their way inside the quarantine, if he didn’t have a super-computer for a brain he would have found himself having trouble keeping track of everything that was changing around them.

The personality shift hadn’t seemed to affect Wanda or himself, but when the red mist descended to blanket the city it was indiscriminate in who it affected. Vision was outside when it appeared, and he had felt strange the moment it touched his skin. Instinctively the synthezoid had become intangible in an attempt to stop the mist from touching him.

That had only made things worse.

The mist moved through him, the man gasping as he felt his nanites being pulled apart. The body he had so recently reacquired was being destroyed, and there was nothing he could do about it. Again. And this time he didn’t even have Wanda there with him at the end. Being super-humanly intelligent one would think that the Vision would learn from his past actions and stop going out without Wanda, but the lesson had yet to be learned and now he was paying the price.

Thankfully, after almost a minute of soul-searing pain Vision realised that he hadn’t died. He’d been ripped apart, yes, but he felt much the same as he had before Tony had rebuilt his body, only...more. Now, instead of being a consciousness that travelled through telephone lines and electrical wires Vision was pure energy, a ball of lightning that crackled and sparked even as it faded in and out of existence.

Figuring out how to hold a form took Vision a few minutes of focus, but eventually, he managed to create a sort of form: infinite strings of code knit together in a sphere, surrounded by glowing energy. The code-sphere was the same red as his skin had been while the energy was the same golden-yellow shade as the Mind Stone. 

Floating there, the code-sphere contracted and then expanded, its glow brightening and dimming in sync, the action looking uncannily like a sigh. His witch was certainly going to have words with him.

@wiggiiewoo