[wanda was not certain as to how she could exactly be helpful to the ADI; she found herself not really compelled to join any of the departments and, even then, she did not enjoy the idea of bureaucracy. she had done it once, with the avengers, and the experience had not been stellar. however, she does find interest in the idea that witches and witchcraft are present in this world.
well, 'were present' would be more apt.
an inkling of rumors of a witch in dogtown has led her to both the public library and the ADI's research library. rumors, information, anything would be helpful to peruse over. she's made photocopies of what newspaper clippings were relevant and borrowed a few history books with the particular information she sought for, and now wanda is back at ADI's research library where she can sit down at a table and go through her findings.]
Sorry, everywhere else is taken.
[figures that it's nerd o'clock, and every other table and meeting pod is occupied, except for this one with only one individual—a woman whom wanda thinks she's seen in the ADI's quarterly meeting, maybe.
with a sigh, she slumps down on the chair and sets her books and papers down, adjusting her seat and trying not to look so aimless about it all. this isn't really her forté, but wanda is willing to give it a try.]
sorry for the wait, my ability to write left me for a bit
[Honestly, Abby is in the same boat - none of the departments immediately jump out at her as the right place for her, or even somewhere that her abilities would be all that helpful. Currently, she's dabbling a little bit in research, but it's reminding her way, way too much of university in a really bad way. The book is in front of her, but she's not really paying all that much attention, constantly reading and re-reading a line of text trying to make her brain take it in.
When someone comes to sit down near her, she barely glances up at first, just shrugging.]
No problem, don't mind me. I was actually about to go...
[But then the clippings catch her eye - or rather, the word 'witch' jumps out at her. For a moment, she just squints, trying to read the clippings from a little too far away and upside down, and then she just gives up on it.]
You got an interest in witches? Hunting one?
me ;-; had a bit of a stint at hospital, but all's good now!
[wanda mutters as she flips another page, not quite catching on to the otherwise strange show of interest relating to witches—at least to the point of actually stopping one's own planned departure and consequent interacting with a stranger.
she stops, thumb down on a particular article of interest for reading later, and raises her eyes to look up at the other young woman.]
I have an interest, yes, but not for hunting. Witches are apparently not a thing in Gloucester anymore. [but—] That just sounds like they might be really good at hiding.
[no, she really has no idea what exactly she is looking for.]
I thought I could probably make some sense of these... [oh, her language quandary is showing. urban legends? myths? what's the word again...?] folk tales, I think.
[When the other young woman glances up at her, and admits to having an interest but not for hunting, Abby raises her eyebrows. Well, that's interesting. They don't seem to like magic or supernatural people or whatever else here, so it's nice to hear there's someone on her side.]
Probably really good at hiding. At least most of them.
[Leaning in, she looks down at the book that the book, noting the story that thumb is pressed down on, curious.]
You need a hand? I'm not really doing anything special and I guess you could say I have a vested interest in witches myself.
[A pause, but just for a moment, because she's never been all that good at, or comfortable with, being 'in the closet' about anything in her life.]
[wanda is glad that at least someone agrees with her. it's a little hard for her to share about her own experiences—having come to the realization quite recently of her status as a witch—and she is not exactly confident on the reaction people might have about it.
she considers the offer for a moment, only to find that the admission of being a witch by the woman across from her throws away any worry about being seen different.
however, wanda's track record with witches is not exactly... the best, so far.]
You are? [it has got to be a gift, to be a witch and not be 'sensed' unless magic is being used. her expression does not give to exceptional surprise.] ...well, that would certainly help.
[Coming from where she comes from, Abby is used to people being pretty ambivalent about others being witches. It's common enough and there's obviously still prejudice, but it's at least looked down on to be prejudiced.
When Wanda asks her to repeat herself, Abby nods.]
Yep, since I was born, though I haven't really trained with magic much until the past few years. My parents had different goals in mind for me, you know?
[A pause.]
Help? You mean with finding other witches? Maybe, yeah, if I did a spell to seek out magic, that can just kind of a mess around here. And yeah I am alright with just telling people. Guess I'm used to my world, where it isn't a huge deal. There's lots of us there. But uh, you have a point there, maybe I shouldn't here.
but for the sake of abby+wanda friendship, i'll backtag forever
[wanda keeps eye contact, listens to abby speak. there is certainty and confidence in who she is even if her own journey into witchhood wasn't exactly entirely devoted to it.
and yet abby speaks so casually of it, like there is no shame or worry to speak it out loud. she can't help the small smile that crosses her features, biting inside her cheek to stop her from being so obvious. 'it isn't a huge deal' sounds kind of nice, and wanda would be willing to exchange it being a normal thing than the fanfare for when she realized who she really was.]
You probably shouldn't, especially if these records show that people aren't too excited about witches.
[...]
What if another witch would help you with the spell?
[Abby catches that little smile, and wonders what it's about. Maybe Wanda comes from one of those places where witches are frowned upon or something, but then again...if she did, would she be smiling about it? Doesn't make sense, but she figures it'll all come out in the wash.]
Do they? Man, that's a bummer.
[Leaning over, she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks at the books Wanda has stacked up in front of her.]
I don't get it, who cares if someone is a witch? I mean, fear of the unknown, I guess, I get it a little, but people should be penalized for what they do, not who they are.
[That last bit catches her by surprise.]
You mean if someone helped me with a spell to find magic? Maybe...could make it more powerful and accurate, I think? But I'd be kind of guessing at how to actually do it.
[people should be penalized for what they do, not who they are. and, with that, wanda is sold. she isn't exactly on the clear, what with unknowingly using her powers to hurt others. a shot for redemption, though—that's an opportunity she is keeping an eye out for.]
People can also change, I believe, despite their pasts.
[misguided as one may have been, such as herself and her brother pietro. her smile grows, leaning over too, conspiratorially.]
Turns out that I am also a witch. I've never been friends with one before, but I think we could both benefit from each other.
[listen, she's not exactly good at making friends. disaster usually strikes first before she gets close to others, so if this sounds like some weird recruitment, it's not her fault!]
Oh yeah, I totally agree about that. And also, extenuating circumstances count for something too.
[A little nod, and she looks over at Wanda for a few moments, thoughtful, wondering if the other woman said that for the same reason Abby cited extenuating circumstances. A cannibal can't be forgiven unless there's a reason she became one. Maybe Wanda needs a chance to change.
Abby's willing to give her a chance.]
Oh really?!
[That part has Abby smiling immediately, and she leans in a little closer.]
I don't have nearly enough witch friends, to be honest. The only other one I know is the younger version of my old history teacher from high school, which is weird as hell.
[is it wrong to use her magic to pull the toilet seat down, instead of her hands? is it wrong that she has basically taken ownership of one bowl, one spoon, and one cup as her own and keeps it in her apartment most of the time? would wanda really be blamed for staring in exasperation at the lack of regard for how long a load is left in the washing machine long after the cycle has finished? it is just a small set of grievances, and wanda thought she was better than this —
but it is really starting to get to a point where she needs to let go and focus on keeping her apartment space tidy, if nothing else.
(well, there's that hole in the wall between hers and jeff's apartment that came about because of the water seeping in. she's put a motivational poster bonnie had lying around to cover it up for now. needless to say, wanda put it up the other way around.)
she is heading up the stairs with her laundry basket, hugging the wall to the right, when she notices someone else heading down at the same time. it could be any of the guys and they would be greeted with a narrowing of her eyes (except not jack, ren, nor harry; wanda thinks that they are great and they they can do no harm), only to look up and find—]
Oh.
[so surprised she is at the fact that it's another woman that she just kind of... stands there.]
[Look, Beau is the last person who's going to say she's some kind of priss that can't rough it. She's more than used to sleeping in the dirt or being covered in blood, but it's like-- it's the principle of the thing, after a while. Her family (and her) were horrible little gremlins sometimes, but at least they had the decency to stop bugs from showing up or just get their shit to themselves. If she finds another pair of someone's dirty underwear just lying on the ground with shit tracks in it she's going to burn the place to the ground.
Mostly, she's just dealt with it by physically not being here as much as possible, and using it primarily as a crash space. She's on her way out now to find someplace that Isn't This Spot when she's hears Wanda speak, and looks up to register what's going on.
Hey, wait a second.]
Uhh-- yeah.
[She jabs a thumb over her shoulder.]
Second floor, end of the hall. Gonna assume you do too unless you're just... carrying clothes around for fun or something.
[on the second floor, too? has wanda really been so out of it she missed out on noticing there was another woman in this building—and a few apartments away from her own?
this shouldn't really be such a huge thing for wonderment, and yet...]
Sorry, I'm just— I've never seen you before.
[okay, hold on, that sounds like an accusation?? wanda closes her eyes and takes a breath, swiftly realigning herself, and pulls up a smile on her face.]
I'm Wanda. I live an apartment from you, actually. I am just surprised that I never noticed.
[Look, calling Beau a woman is like remembering that clydesdales are horses. Like yes of course it's a horse but good god it's big and not even remotely delicate. It might as well have hands. That said, she is never going to turn down being looked at with admiration from another woman, and she can't help but stand up a little straighter like the big lesbian she is.]
Oh. Uhh... hey. I'm Beauregard. But uh. Call me Beau.
[She's not great at smiling, but she makes at least a little attempt. At least she can connect the dots in why Wanda might be surprised and carry the conversation.]
I think you're the only other girl I've seen here. 'Cept for Bonnie.
[it's just like the avengers compound back when she had first joined; the only other woman around was black widow, and it wasn't even a matter of boys vs girls by any means. it was just easier to relate—shared experiences and less grievances like having a synthezoid walk through walls or nightmarish attempts at prepared meals.
at least there wanda had more amenities just for herself, unlike here.]
Yeah, every other room is basically guys.
[she scrunches her nose a little and tilts her head.] A little noticeably. [no, she's not going to start naming names, but she did run into someone making a mess of the potted plants in hopes of finding a key to a sex dungeon.]
[All of it tracks, frankly; Beau isn't girly but apparently it's a girl thing to demand some kind of common sense in a shared space. She's all about the bullshit, but if you don't include her and light something she likes on fire? Yeah, for fuck's sake. She does a little shrug and shake her head combo when Wanda asks about her, though.]
Not really. Was gonna do some training outside or something. Too cramped in here to do some of the fun stuff.
[And also too likely to be assaulted by Taylor Swift.]
[does she need something—? wanda is quick to shake her head.]
Oh, no. I was just—
[she points up the stairs and then at the laundry basket in her hand, a wave of her free hand as if to be dismissive of her own circumstance given how trivial it is. that and her silly excitement over finding another female, period, in this place.
before wanda can shy away from her own forwardness, she proposes:]
Mind if I tag along for a bit? I meant to go to the store later today anyway.
[maybe she can get to know her new roommate a little!]
[Oh, laundry. Right. That machine really takes care of everything though, so Beau guesses she must be done. But... not gonna lie, she's never going to turn down the company of another girl who's interested in talking to her, so yeah, she's into it.]
Uhh, sure, yeah. Grab whatever you need, I'll be in the uhh, the thing.
[She points downstairs, meaning 'the living room', but there isn't really a word like that where she's from. Or at least, not in a common parlance.]
[wanda smiles and is quick to hurry the rest of the way up the stairs, leaving the laundry basket on her bed and just grabbing a coat and her wallet. though 'waiting room' does sound silly, wanda understand what beau means by it.
she doesn't leave beau waiting for long.]
You know, [as she fixes her coat, pulls her hair from being trapped in it and out over her shoulders] waiting room is for hospitals. [she is ESL and, growing up, she would make all sorts of mistakes.] Do you come from a world similar to this?
[Beau is left to her thoughts while Wanda is gone, but snaps out of it when she's addressed again. The wording is interesting though, because it's certainly not the parlance where she's from.]
No, not really. I guess it could be a 'foyer' or something, but it looks like the room you wait in when you go to a huge house and you're waiting for them to bring down the fancy jerk that owns it. Waiting room. Entranceway?
[Eh, forget about it. She's not gonna get specific on it.]
To be totally honest, I don't even think I'm speaking the exact same language as most other people here, it's just been close enough that it doesn't matter.
[establishing a friendship with yelena had been a surprisingly easy thing to accomplish. perhaps it has something to do with the fact that they come from the same world, but wanda quietly believes that it is because of the relationship they both had with natasha—someone whom she even looked up to. it's hard to say that losing her makes their friendship any more significant, but it is something to hold on to, regardless.
and what wanda really needed was a break—a girls' day out, just walking around and talking and tasting the different delights found in gloucester.
ice cream tastes so much nicer in the cold weather for some reason.]
Not unless you had at least three broken ribs after the fact.
[in her very informed opinion, about whatever adventure yelena has been telling her about. chocolate might be a very basic choice for ice cream, but wanda doesn't care. the streets of gloucester are quiet and empty but for the few cars and pedestrians going about their business, and the sound of the ocean gets louder as they walk down towards the docks.]
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Sorry I'm so late, I could've sworn I replied to this, sob
[It's said far too cheerfully, as though broken bones are no more severe than an inconvenient sunburn after a day at the beach, something one accepts a little teasing over and recovers from with a minimum of fuss.
She nibbles at a bit of ice cream that's trying to detach itself from her cone. She's chosen tiger tail today, on little more than a whim inspired by the Hallowe'en decorations that have been slowly colonizing the entirety of Gloucester. Ice cream is a rare treat, and maybe she's not exactly working her way through every flavor she runs across, but she isn't exactly not doing that, either.]
I do not recommend it. Even brushing my hair made me want to pass out until they started to mend.
I think I would have cut all my hair off if that was me.
[she says this, but she really doesn't know for sure that she would. wanda, unlike the other members of the avengers, didn't really get involved in direct combat—having the ability to toss about magic from a distance, it is safe to say her ventures in broken bones are very dismissible and unlikely occurrences.
though she can definitely imagine it. now and then natasha or clint had wounds to mend, and though they would easily push through the pain to get a job done, simpler things—such as hair brushing—could really leave them winded and gasping for air.
the usual hazards from their job.]
But I will make sure not to try it out should the opportunity present itself. [with a brimming smile, she turns to look at yelena.] Do you find it a nice change of pace here, then? I imagine it is more relaxing than all these... wild adventures you've told me so far.
[If it had been her choice at the time, she might have done so, and just rocked a pixie cut for a while. But options for even so simple a thing have been limited for much of her life.
She considers the question, head canting slightly to one side.]
It is difficult to really relax here. Not all the time.
[She gestures vaguely around them, as though to signify that she's not really expecting to have to drop everything and fight for their lives right this second.]
But it's...hmm. How to put it? It's more like waiting than like taking a break.
[despite all the things that are happening here, it's like a pocket of time of nothing, just anxiously holding their breath as they plunge into the unknown, waiting for the next big thing and the chance to get dragged home in the same way they were pulled into this one in the first place.
here they are confined, cut off from the freedom of travel and assets to assist them, even held back from using their powers in any significant way (those who have them, anyway).
wanda takes a bit off her ice cream cone and savors the chocolate flavor. licking her lips after a moment, she questions:] What were you up to before showing up here?
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▶ ABBY
well, 'were present' would be more apt.
an inkling of rumors of a witch in dogtown has led her to both the public library and the ADI's research library. rumors, information, anything would be helpful to peruse over. she's made photocopies of what newspaper clippings were relevant and borrowed a few history books with the particular information she sought for, and now wanda is back at ADI's research library where she can sit down at a table and go through her findings.]
Sorry, everywhere else is taken.
[figures that it's nerd o'clock, and every other table and meeting pod is occupied, except for this one with only one individual—a woman whom wanda thinks she's seen in the ADI's quarterly meeting, maybe.
with a sigh, she slumps down on the chair and sets her books and papers down, adjusting her seat and trying not to look so aimless about it all. this isn't really her forté, but wanda is willing to give it a try.]
sorry for the wait, my ability to write left me for a bit
When someone comes to sit down near her, she barely glances up at first, just shrugging.]
No problem, don't mind me. I was actually about to go...
[But then the clippings catch her eye - or rather, the word 'witch' jumps out at her. For a moment, she just squints, trying to read the clippings from a little too far away and upside down, and then she just gives up on it.]
You got an interest in witches? Hunting one?
me ;-; had a bit of a stint at hospital, but all's good now!
[wanda mutters as she flips another page, not quite catching on to the otherwise strange show of interest relating to witches—at least to the point of actually stopping one's own planned departure and consequent interacting with a stranger.
she stops, thumb down on a particular article of interest for reading later, and raises her eyes to look up at the other young woman.]
I have an interest, yes, but not for hunting. Witches are apparently not a thing in Gloucester anymore. [but—] That just sounds like they might be really good at hiding.
[no, she really has no idea what exactly she is looking for.]
I thought I could probably make some sense of these... [oh, her language quandary is showing. urban legends? myths? what's the word again...?] folk tales, I think.
glad to hear you're feeling better. sorry I'm slow yet again!
Probably really good at hiding. At least most of them.
[Leaning in, she looks down at the book that the book, noting the story that thumb is pressed down on, curious.]
You need a hand? I'm not really doing anything special and I guess you could say I have a vested interest in witches myself.
[A pause, but just for a moment, because she's never been all that good at, or comfortable with, being 'in the closet' about anything in her life.]
Considering I'm one.
this is our curse..slow,,
she considers the offer for a moment, only to find that the admission of being a witch by the woman across from her throws away any worry about being seen different.
however, wanda's track record with witches is not exactly... the best, so far.]
You are? [it has got to be a gift, to be a witch and not be 'sensed' unless magic is being used. her expression does not give to exceptional surprise.] ...well, that would certainly help.
You're alright with just telling people that?
[being a witch, that is.]
true....this time it was a house guest
When Wanda asks her to repeat herself, Abby nods.]
Yep, since I was born, though I haven't really trained with magic much until the past few years. My parents had different goals in mind for me, you know?
[A pause.]
Help? You mean with finding other witches? Maybe, yeah, if I did a spell to seek out magic, that can just kind of a mess around here. And yeah I am alright with just telling people. Guess I'm used to my world, where it isn't a huge deal. There's lots of us there. But uh, you have a point there, maybe I shouldn't here.
but for the sake of abby+wanda friendship, i'll backtag forever
and yet abby speaks so casually of it, like there is no shame or worry to speak it out loud. she can't help the small smile that crosses her features, biting inside her cheek to stop her from being so obvious. 'it isn't a huge deal' sounds kind of nice, and wanda would be willing to exchange it being a normal thing than the fanfare for when she realized who she really was.]
You probably shouldn't, especially if these records show that people aren't too excited about witches.
[...]
What if another witch would help you with the spell?
same, though
Do they? Man, that's a bummer.
[Leaning over, she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks at the books Wanda has stacked up in front of her.]
I don't get it, who cares if someone is a witch? I mean, fear of the unknown, I guess, I get it a little, but people should be penalized for what they do, not who they are.
[That last bit catches her by surprise.]
You mean if someone helped me with a spell to find magic? Maybe...could make it more powerful and accurate, I think? But I'd be kind of guessing at how to actually do it.
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People can also change, I believe, despite their pasts.
[misguided as one may have been, such as herself and her brother pietro. her smile grows, leaning over too, conspiratorially.]
Turns out that I am also a witch. I've never been friends with one before, but I think we could both benefit from each other.
[listen, she's not exactly good at making friends. disaster usually strikes first before she gets close to others, so if this sounds like some weird recruitment, it's not her fault!]
I'm Wanda Maximoff.
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[A little nod, and she looks over at Wanda for a few moments, thoughtful, wondering if the other woman said that for the same reason Abby cited extenuating circumstances. A cannibal can't be forgiven unless there's a reason she became one. Maybe Wanda needs a chance to change.
Abby's willing to give her a chance.]
Oh really?!
[That part has Abby smiling immediately, and she leans in a little closer.]
I don't have nearly enough witch friends, to be honest. The only other one I know is the younger version of my old history teacher from high school, which is weird as hell.
I'm Abby Kim. Pleased to meet you, Wanda.
▶ BEAU
but it is really starting to get to a point where she needs to let go and focus on keeping her apartment space tidy, if nothing else.
(well, there's that hole in the wall between hers and jeff's apartment that came about because of the water seeping in. she's put a motivational poster bonnie had lying around to cover it up for now. needless to say, wanda put it up the other way around.)
she is heading up the stairs with her laundry basket, hugging the wall to the right, when she notices someone else heading down at the same time. it could be any of the guys and they would be greeted with a narrowing of her eyes (except not jack, ren, nor harry; wanda thinks that they are great and they they can do no harm), only to look up and find—]
Oh.
[so surprised she is at the fact that it's another woman that she just kind of... stands there.]
Do — You live here?
[wait a minute]
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Mostly, she's just dealt with it by physically not being here as much as possible, and using it primarily as a crash space. She's on her way out now to find someplace that Isn't This Spot when she's hears Wanda speak, and looks up to register what's going on.
Hey, wait a second.]
Uhh-- yeah.
[She jabs a thumb over her shoulder.]
Second floor, end of the hall. Gonna assume you do too unless you're just... carrying clothes around for fun or something.
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this shouldn't really be such a huge thing for wonderment, and yet...]
Sorry, I'm just— I've never seen you before.
[okay, hold on, that sounds like an accusation?? wanda closes her eyes and takes a breath, swiftly realigning herself, and pulls up a smile on her face.]
I'm Wanda. I live an apartment from you, actually. I am just surprised that I never noticed.
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Oh. Uhh... hey. I'm Beauregard. But uh. Call me Beau.
[She's not great at smiling, but she makes at least a little attempt. At least she can connect the dots in why Wanda might be surprised and carry the conversation.]
I think you're the only other girl I've seen here. 'Cept for Bonnie.
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at least there wanda had more amenities just for herself, unlike here.]
Yeah, every other room is basically guys.
[she scrunches her nose a little and tilts her head.] A little noticeably. [no, she's not going to start naming names, but she did run into someone making a mess of the potted plants in hopes of finding a key to a sex dungeon.]
Oh, sorry. Are you on your way out?
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Not really. Was gonna do some training outside or something. Too cramped in here to do some of the fun stuff.
[And also too likely to be assaulted by Taylor Swift.]
You need somethin'?
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Oh, no. I was just—
[she points up the stairs and then at the laundry basket in her hand, a wave of her free hand as if to be dismissive of her own circumstance given how trivial it is. that and her silly excitement over finding another female, period, in this place.
before wanda can shy away from her own forwardness, she proposes:]
Mind if I tag along for a bit? I meant to go to the store later today anyway.
[maybe she can get to know her new roommate a little!]
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Uhh, sure, yeah. Grab whatever you need, I'll be in the uhh, the thing.
[She points downstairs, meaning 'the living room', but there isn't really a word like that where she's from. Or at least, not in a common parlance.]
The waiting room. Yeah.
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she doesn't leave beau waiting for long.]
You know, [as she fixes her coat, pulls her hair from being trapped in it and out over her shoulders] waiting room is for hospitals. [she is ESL and, growing up, she would make all sorts of mistakes.] Do you come from a world similar to this?
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No, not really. I guess it could be a 'foyer' or something, but it looks like the room you wait in when you go to a huge house and you're waiting for them to bring down the fancy jerk that owns it. Waiting room. Entranceway?
[Eh, forget about it. She's not gonna get specific on it.]
To be totally honest, I don't even think I'm speaking the exact same language as most other people here, it's just been close enough that it doesn't matter.
▶ YELENA
[establishing a friendship with yelena had been a surprisingly easy thing to accomplish. perhaps it has something to do with the fact that they come from the same world, but wanda quietly believes that it is because of the relationship they both had with natasha—someone whom she even looked up to. it's hard to say that losing her makes their friendship any more significant, but it is something to hold on to, regardless.
and what wanda really needed was a break—a girls' day out, just walking around and talking and tasting the different delights found in gloucester.
ice cream tastes so much nicer in the cold weather for some reason.]
Not unless you had at least three broken ribs after the fact.
[in her very informed opinion, about whatever adventure yelena has been telling her about. chocolate might be a very basic choice for ice cream, but wanda doesn't care. the streets of gloucester are quiet and empty but for the few cars and pedestrians going about their business, and the sound of the ocean gets louder as they walk down towards the docks.]
Sorry I'm so late, I could've sworn I replied to this, sob
[It's said far too cheerfully, as though broken bones are no more severe than an inconvenient sunburn after a day at the beach, something one accepts a little teasing over and recovers from with a minimum of fuss.
She nibbles at a bit of ice cream that's trying to detach itself from her cone. She's chosen tiger tail today, on little more than a whim inspired by the Hallowe'en decorations that have been slowly colonizing the entirety of Gloucester. Ice cream is a rare treat, and maybe she's not exactly working her way through every flavor she runs across, but she isn't exactly not doing that, either.]
I do not recommend it. Even brushing my hair made me want to pass out until they started to mend.
absolutely no worries! nov was bananas for me
[she says this, but she really doesn't know for sure that she would. wanda, unlike the other members of the avengers, didn't really get involved in direct combat—having the ability to toss about magic from a distance, it is safe to say her ventures in broken bones are very dismissible and unlikely occurrences.
though she can definitely imagine it. now and then natasha or clint had wounds to mend, and though they would easily push through the pain to get a job done, simpler things—such as hair brushing—could really leave them winded and gasping for air.
the usual hazards from their job.]
But I will make sure not to try it out should the opportunity present itself. [with a brimming smile, she turns to look at yelena.] Do you find it a nice change of pace here, then? I imagine it is more relaxing than all these... wild adventures you've told me so far.
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[If it had been her choice at the time, she might have done so, and just rocked a pixie cut for a while. But options for even so simple a thing have been limited for much of her life.
She considers the question, head canting slightly to one side.]
It is difficult to really relax here. Not all the time.
[She gestures vaguely around them, as though to signify that she's not really expecting to have to drop everything and fight for their lives right this second.]
But it's...hmm. How to put it? It's more like waiting than like taking a break.
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[despite all the things that are happening here, it's like a pocket of time of nothing, just anxiously holding their breath as they plunge into the unknown, waiting for the next big thing and the chance to get dragged home in the same way they were pulled into this one in the first place.
here they are confined, cut off from the freedom of travel and assets to assist them, even held back from using their powers in any significant way (those who have them, anyway).
wanda takes a bit off her ice cream cone and savors the chocolate flavor. licking her lips after a moment, she questions:] What were you up to before showing up here?