thespherelogs | 001 - Helping Hand [OPEN]

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001 - Helping Hand [OPEN]

who: wanda maximoff & you.
what: settling in.
when: end of june.
where: around the spheres.
warnings: not applicable.
note: will match format.

clean up effort

[Red mist curls between long slender fingers as Wanda gathers the dirt smeared across the floor into a ball of floating sediment. She's done this a few times with gases and other small objects and finds the familiar exercise to be comforting.

What would Steve say if he saw her using her powers like this?

She smiles to herself as the whirlwind of magic pulls the sediment and any unfortunate sea creatures into a large pile at the edge of the room. There is a brief moment of intense concentration as she pushes her palms together and then silence as the debris finally subsides. Wanda exhales a heavy tired breath, looking back at the floor to inspect her work. The floor still has to be scrubbed and clean but at least all of the dirt is out of the way.

After a short break she'll start scrubbing the floor with bleach and soap, once again using her powers to ease the monotonous task.]

around dorm 305

[The door to her apartment-esque living space has been propped open with a piece of rubble that Wanda has obtained from the cleaning effort. She hasn't done much to make her apartment her own but she's planning to slowly turn the space into something similar to her old room within the Avenger's Compound.

Subdued echoes of classic rock flow into the hallway along with the most irresistible aroma.

Thick heady scents of roasted meat and warm spices fill her apartment and then spill graciously into the hall.

Wanda hums softly, matching the tune of the playing song, as she cooks. From time to time red mist can be seen from the doorway or the occasional floating object as she uses her abilities to grab things from the other side of the apartment. Wanda isn't thrilled about being stuck in the sphere but she's adaptable and Earth will be fine without her for a little awhile.

Anyone is welcome to join her for lunch or maybe they'd rather tell her to keep it down and stop making the entire dorm smell like food.]

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[ooc: if you want anything else with wanda please let me know or you can just comment with a blank tag or an ooc tag with ideas or use one of the test drive prompts. I am easy.]

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It wasn’t that he was looking to step in on someone else’s meal, not at all. In fact, Tommy has a bag of takeout in one hand, on the way back to his own place that was empty and his only all over again. But the thing is, as he’s running by, he catches a few things. The scent of far better food than he’s got. The sounds of music that is almost familiar. And above all else, a shade of red he knows.

It’s a matter of seconds for him to get to his room, drop off the food, and come back to the door. And once there he looks in to watch. Is it creepy, yes. Could he run away the second he heard someone approaching, also yes. But for right now he stands in shock and watches.

“Mom?” he asks, mostly under his breath. Just a knee jerk think. Then, after a moment he speaks a bit louder, but just a hair. “Wanda? Wanda Maximoff?”

Wanda felt his presence a second before she heard the soft mumbled word. Internally, she questioned what she'd thought she heard but then disregarded it as a mistake when his voice rose again and he spoke her name. Misty green eyes rimmed with black mascara turned towards the door while a warm smile shaped her lips.

"Yes." She stepped into sight and hesitated. They'd exchanged texts once before but this was her first time meeting Tommy in person. His hair was white, like her brothers, but the color continued to the roots of his head. Wanda shook away the dream like expression and spoke. "Come in. I'm sorry I don't remember you. Have we met before?"

She didn't realize that this was the same person who had responded to her call for the Avengers.

Yeah, definitely her. Wow. She looks so much like his soul-Mother, but leaner. A bit less soft in her smile. But still recognizably her. In part because there is no one else who has that exact shade of red. Unique in the multiverse as her.

“Uh, Tommy,” he says after clearing his throat. “We uh, we talked online. Saw red. Knew it was you. The fast kid?”

Dammit Tommy, logical progression of language.

Her smile widened, her green eyes sparkling with warmth. "Yes. I remember. It's nice to meet you in person." Seeing him also confirmed and explained many of the things he had told her. He was a young man and likely from a world and a future that was entirely unknown to her. Wanda knew that she'd remember him if he had lived in her world.

"Why don't you stay for lunch? I made stew but I'm not sure how good it is." She needed someone else to judge.

"I couldn't find paprika at the market." It was a shame but it could have also been because of the recent flood. "I was hoping the make something that reminded me of home." And speaking to Bev had made her think about stews.

He should say no. This isn’t his Wanda and he is so not going to be fair to her. But here he is anyway, stepping in. Damn feet overruling his brain. Problem with being a speedster. Okay, not, because his brain runs fast too, but here he is. Here he is entering her space, and it isn’t quite like the apartment he knew. The smells are nice too, but again, not right. Only underlines that she is different.

“You sure? I mean, picking up a random teen from your door? Seems a bit shady. But, well, Avengers gotta stick together I guess.”

Edited 2019-06-26 17:35 (UTC)

Wanda turned towards the pot on the stove and began to carefully adjust the seasonings she'd been using. "It's not the shadiest thing I've done." Her voice was light and warm.

"And I think we all deserve a chance. Avengers or not. The greatest part about life is that at any point we can make the choice to turn things around and do the right thing." Wanda's made her fair share of mistakes. "I want to give everyone a chance." Like Clint had given her.

"Could you grab me a bowl from that cabinet? Whatever size you'd like." She also had bread but she had to warm it up first.

At any point we can make the choice to turn things around and do the right thing. Yeah, he knew it, better than most. His life was what it was because of one of those choices. Could have taken after his grandfather. Instead...

Instead he moves to the cabinet, shaken up enough to move at speed. Wanda of course would be used to that sort of thing from her brother, so he knows it won’t distract her. For a long moment he considers the bowls, because it would be rude to eat as much as he wants. So he just pulls down a normal sort of size. He has takeout waiting for him after all. Could fill him up the rest of the way.

His response to her is considered just as carefully. Considers and discards quite a few in the time it takes to lower the bowl and turn to offer it.

“I can see why you’re Billy’s favorite,” he says as he does. Which wasn’t what he meant to say at all.

Wanda wasn't startled by Tommy's speed but a flicker of wistful sadness touched the edge of her smile. She missed her brother and this was the first time she'd really been around someone who reminded her so much of him.

"Thank you." She tried to hide her smile when she took the small bowl from him. "You can take more than one bowl if you'd like." Wanda ladles the stew into his bowl and then grabs her own. "I don't need left overs." She was used to her brothers stomach and didn't mind accommodating Tommy even if she hadn't planned on the company.

Wanda grabbed them both a large spoon before moving to sit on the couch. She gestured to Tommy to make himself comfortable and then continue while picking at her stew. "Who's Billy?"

“You wouldn’t have made as much as you did if you weren’t planning on leftovers,” Tommy counters. But once he has a bowl and a spoon he moves to follow her. Not the couch, of course, just sits himself on the floor, positioned to look easily up at her.

How did he even begin to explain Billy when she didn’t even have magic? Oh well, he would try.

“Billy, short for William my twin brother. Sorta. It’s all complicated. Dark where I’m light. He’s... well, Billy is magic I guess. Does electricity stuff too, but you’re his favorite Avenger. Our Wanda, back home, she healed him after he got beat up at school, helped try and talk some confidence into him. He looks up to you. Her.”

Wanda shook her head. "I was hoping for visitors and I'd rather have you feed than left overs." Her smile widened by a small fraction. "If I had wanted left overs then I wouldn't have let you choose your bowl." She would have selected a size and amount of food for him to eat if that was the case.

She took small bites of her stew as she watched Tommy. It felt like there was more that he wasn't telling her but Wanda wasn't sure if she wanted to ask. Sometimes things were best left unspoken.

"Twins." She felt an odd uncomfortable feeling twist in her stomach. "Like me and my brother." Her lips pressed together and after another bite she placed her bowl in her lap. "I hadn't realized we had so much in common."

It felt like it was more than just random chance. "Tommy." Wanda paused and weighed her options before speaking again. "Is there something you aren't telling me?"

So many ways to answer that question. Could be honest. Could lie. Could be sarcastic about it. Thing is, Tommy is a lot like his uncle, and has too much to lose with honesty. Expects she might even be able to find out too much if he lied and she reached for answers. So sarcasm is the best defense.

“A lot. You can’t even believe the shit you and He Avengers have been through back home. Too much to tell. Could tell you a lot about mutants and heroes and all sorts of messes. But yanno, not your universe. And damn, this is good food. What is it?”

He even illustrates how good it is by dipping his spoon in and taking a bite. And damn, it is good and he downs a few more spoonfuls in rapid order.

“Damn, you’re a better cook than Billy’s mom.”

Wanda watched him curiously. He didn't answer the question she was trying to ask even though he had technically answered her. She tried to reform the question in her head but she couldn't think of the best way to phrase it.

With a slow exhale she focused on her stew again, a light wistful smile touching her lips as she thought about the night her mother had first taught her to cook. She'd been seven and they had to pull a stool to the stove for her to safely work over the oven. "Thank you. My mother taught me and I used to cook for my brother, before joining the Avengers." Since then she hadn't really had a reason to cook.

"I'd like to know more about how I am in your universe. If you don't mind talking about it. You seemed to have known me pretty well."

Dude, at least she didn’t poke at him mistakenly referring to Mrs. Kaplan as his twin’s mom and not his. Too much complication and there he might fumble on the mess of them. But he grins at the idea that she learned from her mom. Maybe her version of life is better. Not someone who broke the world with a few words. Not someone who never knew her mother. Not used by her dad.

How to explain his Scarlet Witch?

“You’re something called a mutant. And you’re powerful. Perhaps one of the most powerful entities in the universe, at times. Wanda’s a ‘Nexus Being’. Billy could explain it better. She’s a chaos mage and spent some time as a reality warper. Her worlds changed the very fabric of the universe to her will. Was married to The Vision before things went... weird. They had kids, but the twins died because of a demon.”

Oh hell. Mouth away from him. Abort, abort.

“She’s kind. I mean, I haven’t met her as much as I’d want to. The older Avengers aren’t always as cool with us. Because I’m sorta a former criminal and Billy’s magic and reality warping bother them. Pretty sure Billy could wish the Infinity Stones out of existence and yanno, someone like that is strong and dangerous. But Billy’s fucking good. Makes our whole family look shady by comparison.”

Dammit. There he is back into family stuff. Move on. He taps his spoon against the bottom of the already empty soup bowl. Damn that was good.

“Uh, you, she, whatever, flies. Her hexes are powerful enough to make people sit down and shut up. And she is so protective of Pietro, even when he’s being a pain. Which is always. Uh, have a kid sister, her name is Lorna Dane. Goes by Polaris. Really strong magnetokinetic mutant. Gets it from your father, who goes by Magneto. You’re half Jewish, half Romani. All badass with insanely amazing fashion sense. Not that Pietro got any of that.”

"I can't say I'm that powerful but that sounds like my abilities now." Wanda was still learning about her abilities and how to use them. The loss of Vision helped spur her abilities and since then she felt as if something inside of her had unlocked. It was like she wasn't holding herself back anymore.

She pushed the contents of her bowl in a circle before taking a few more quick bites. The stew was delicious though Wanda thinks she can do better. She needs to save up her allowance to buy more spices.

"The Infinity Stones were destroyed in my universe." That was a weird and very short story.

Wanda smiled. "I wish I could meet billy." He sounded like an interesting young man and Wanda would honestly love meeting someone who powers similar to her own. She's never had that before. She laughed when he started talking about her brother. It was nice. Even if they were talking about a different Pietro. She hadn't had anyone else who knew him. "Pietro never cared for fashion though he was a fan of stealing pretty dresses for pretty girls." She felt herself smile fondly at the memory.

"I wish my family was that big. My parents died when Pietro and I were ten."

Infinity stones, destroyed? The very idea of it seems so impossible. But who is he to argue the point with her. Her world, her experiences. Why not destroy the second most powerful things in existence. Because yeah, he marked his twin as higher up on the list.

“My Wanda lost her mom young too. And didn’t know her dad until a lot later. Not that Erik is exactly the best parent to have, I get it. And he was shit to you and Pietro.”

Still, he does lift his gaze to her, after a moment. Should he tell her she has family, sorta, in this room right now? No. Probably wouldn’t go well. Had taken a serious act of magic or whatever from Billy to get her to recognize them. He isn’t Billy. He isn’t good with words. He isn’t good with a lot.

“You tend to like Billy. You’re cut from the same cloth. But he’d probably go mad if he was here without his boyfriend. Besides, too many witches and all that. Still, you’d like him. Wonder if he’s even noticed I’m gone again.”

Nope. That is way too sad to consider. Time to move on. Which means getting to his feet in a blur to wish his dish. Hiding from his emotions? Hardly. Totally. Fuck. It just... it sucked to have her right there when everything was a mess and he couldn’t just tell her about things. About anything. About stupid things like getting a job and how her tip helped him find a balance between exploration and work and heroing and finding himself. Wanted to steal time with Wanda that was his time, something that was harder when Billy held so much more in common with her.

Jealousy was wrong, but who wouldn’t be jealous in this position?

“This is going to sound horribly invasive, so feel free to mojo me or tell me it isn’t my business or any of that mess. Just... have you ever thought of settling down and having kids. Yanno, in theory? No one back in my world apparently expected it of our Scarlet Witch.”

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