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If it makes you feel better, I didn't find out directly either.
[ a beat, then: ]
Hi, I'm Lorna. Your sister.
Well, technically your half-sister, but you get the point.
Surprise.
[ yay??? ]
[ a beat, then: ]
Hi, I'm Lorna. Your sister.
Well, technically your half-sister, but you get the point.
Surprise.
[ yay??? ]
Oh, he was a rascally kid. Never knew when to give up.
"I'm a big girl," Wanda assures him with a wry grin herself. She brushes past him confidently, throwing a look over her shoulder as she approaches the club entrance. "Are you coming or what?"
[ it takes her a moment to respond. this woman she had just met briefly, this woman claims to be her sister just when she had grown accustomed to living life without pietro. ]
Lorna.
How did you find this out?
Lorna.
How did you find this out?
Erik pushes off the wall a nod, walking behind her across the street and glaring daggers at any car that dares come too fast towards them. The guy at the door and Erik share a mock salute before they're both let in - no carding, no questions.
The club is actually underground, with two rooms and two DJs spinning, people dancing, and a bar. Wanda isn't the palest person in the building but she's in the top five. "How much of this made it over to Sokovia?" Erik asks over the music.
The club is actually underground, with two rooms and two DJs spinning, people dancing, and a bar. Wanda isn't the palest person in the building but she's in the top five. "How much of this made it over to Sokovia?" Erik asks over the music.
Blue now is the color
Love the drug I'm needing
Got to keep this feeling
With the headlights burning
We're looking up for something
Answers on the ceiling
Watching out the windows
Watch the way the wind blows
Soon it will be morning
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
See this winged boy falling
Falling out of something
Hits the drug I'm needing
Arrows that he's turning
Need to keep this feeling
Slow drug in the morning
With the headlights burning
Looking up for something
Something that we're needing
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
Feeling out of her element is a regular thing for her, but it's unignorable the moment she steps inside. Though, being who she is, it's always difficult for her to blend into the background in any given situation.
Still.
The songs have a nice beat and the girl at least has some sense of rhythm to be passable in a dance club. ( Magic wiggly-woos probably don't work so well here. ) At his question, she laughs, "Sokovia is at least five years behind if not more. And I am at least ten or fifteen."
Still.
The songs have a nice beat and the girl at least has some sense of rhythm to be passable in a dance club. ( Magic wiggly-woos probably don't work so well here. ) At his question, she laughs, "Sokovia is at least five years behind if not more. And I am at least ten or fifteen."
"What are you smoking?"
In some nebulous time between her fugitive status and the Wakanda takeover, a reluctant hero meets a guy from Oakland, with scars both invisible and visible and a lot of anger to deal with. She closes her eyes and thinks about the Stark Industry bombs that destroyed her home and family, the warzone her country became. The warzone she left when she broke ties with Hydra. She thinks about the dead body of her brother, taken from the ruins.
Her path to redemption is not an easy one. Her heart aches without her missing other half. If anything, she at least indulges in these moments away from the work and the struggling, stealing away to meet Erik. He's a distraction, but there is something more to him, like sharp teeth and a history she wants to uncover but resists the urge to peer into his mind. That isn't how you make friends.
Wrapped in a towel only, Wanda leans against the bathtub as warm water begins to fill it, arms folded loosely over her chest as the smell of smoke wafts in from the other room. She uncrosses her ankles. "It smells interesting."
In some nebulous time between her fugitive status and the Wakanda takeover, a reluctant hero meets a guy from Oakland, with scars both invisible and visible and a lot of anger to deal with. She closes her eyes and thinks about the Stark Industry bombs that destroyed her home and family, the warzone her country became. The warzone she left when she broke ties with Hydra. She thinks about the dead body of her brother, taken from the ruins.
Her path to redemption is not an easy one. Her heart aches without her missing other half. If anything, she at least indulges in these moments away from the work and the struggling, stealing away to meet Erik. He's a distraction, but there is something more to him, like sharp teeth and a history she wants to uncover but resists the urge to peer into his mind. That isn't how you make friends.
Wrapped in a towel only, Wanda leans against the bathtub as warm water begins to fill it, arms folded loosely over her chest as the smell of smoke wafts in from the other room. She uncrosses her ankles. "It smells interesting."
Magic wiggly-woos will definitely make her the center of attention in either a good way or a bad way, depending on the crowd.
"Then you're just in time." She was going to HYDRA's welcome arms just as most of this music was really making it on the scene in the States. "Welcome to my misspent youth. Later they'll play some more current shit. Beyoncé." A one armed shrug, which he turns into a b-boy move and slides onto the dancefloor, cocking a finger in her direction.
"Then you're just in time." She was going to HYDRA's welcome arms just as most of this music was really making it on the scene in the States. "Welcome to my misspent youth. Later they'll play some more current shit. Beyoncé." A one armed shrug, which he turns into a b-boy move and slides onto the dancefloor, cocking a finger in her direction.
Edited 2018-03-02 06:08 (UTC)
A telepath told me.
[ then, just to clarify: ]
The information is more reliable than it sounds.
[ then, just to clarify: ]
The information is more reliable than it sounds.
On a certain level, he isn't sure which of them is in more over their heads here. They're both people on a mission; that fire, that purpose burns vivid red behind her eyes and a figurative ochre behind his, he can see it, feel it even. They both are invisible on the ground, burner phones with late-night texts from an unknown number. They disappear for days at a time only to resurface and collide once again.
A chuckle emanates from the other room. Sometimes he looks into her eyes and feels she could peel back his soul, layer by layer, and he might be inclined to let her. To see what she says of what she finds there. Sometimes he forgets that she was a prisoner of war in her own homeland, a weapon of destruction in another, and that means she doesn't know what weed smells like.
He comes in towards the bathroom, leaning against the door. He's got on dark blue sweatpants and nothing else, bare feet making very little sound on the hardwood floors. "Cannabis. You take the flowers, these...tightly formed buds and grind them up, smoke them." He smiles then, a bit dangerous, a bit softer because it's Wanda. "You wanna try?"
So many things start with that question.
A chuckle emanates from the other room. Sometimes he looks into her eyes and feels she could peel back his soul, layer by layer, and he might be inclined to let her. To see what she says of what she finds there. Sometimes he forgets that she was a prisoner of war in her own homeland, a weapon of destruction in another, and that means she doesn't know what weed smells like.
He comes in towards the bathroom, leaning against the door. He's got on dark blue sweatpants and nothing else, bare feet making very little sound on the hardwood floors. "Cannabis. You take the flowers, these...tightly formed buds and grind them up, smoke them." He smiles then, a bit dangerous, a bit softer because it's Wanda. "You wanna try?"
So many things start with that question.
She isn't sure if any of this is what she should be doing, with no home to speak of, no family, just a bunch of men who act like they could be her uncles and Natasha Romanoff. HYDRA was a means to an end, and with that end abandoned, where does that leave Wanda?
Finding trouble. She has never done anything like this, so serious and concerned, pulling on the back of her brother's collar once in a while. Those were their roles. She has to be a singular person without him.
Part of that means that she's discovering 'normal' things that others might have been exposed to had they grown up literally anywhere else but Sokovia. Her eyes unabashedly wander up his form when he approaches and she smiles back, tentative and curious.
"Just a little."
Finding trouble. She has never done anything like this, so serious and concerned, pulling on the back of her brother's collar once in a while. Those were their roles. She has to be a singular person without him.
Part of that means that she's discovering 'normal' things that others might have been exposed to had they grown up literally anywhere else but Sokovia. Her eyes unabashedly wander up his form when he approaches and she smiles back, tentative and curious.
"Just a little."
Alright, impressive. Her grin widens when she watches him go and, with a laugh, shakes her head. Here goes nothing. Slowly, she takes her hair down from its ponytail and lets it hang down her back in messy brown waves. The jacket suddenly feels to snug over her cropped shirt but she can make do for now; no use worrying about these things when you're being summoned like that.
Eventually, she follows him, taking his hand. "How's about a tour down memory lane?"
Eventually, she follows him, taking his hand. "How's about a tour down memory lane?"
All things considered, I am more inclined to believe you than not.
Sister.
Sister.
"What, you wanna playlist or something?" He's not adverse to the idea, honestly, which surprises him a little. Kind of a teenaged thing to be into, you know? And yet, there's the fact that neither of them really got to be teenagers, for radically different reasons, but still.
He likes it when she shucks off the superheroine thing for a minute and just hangs. He almost always tries to invite her to some shit that would raise Stark's hackles, but...well. He doesn't like Stark, so that? Is a thing. An amusing by-product of spending time with Ms. Maximoff.
Still. He holds her hand and walks her through a few steps. Basic stuff, just to show her how it's done.
He smiles more than he smirks.
He likes it when she shucks off the superheroine thing for a minute and just hangs. He almost always tries to invite her to some shit that would raise Stark's hackles, but...well. He doesn't like Stark, so that? Is a thing. An amusing by-product of spending time with Ms. Maximoff.
Still. He holds her hand and walks her through a few steps. Basic stuff, just to show her how it's done.
He smiles more than he smirks.
He nods and turns back into the bedroom before returning with a small plate containing a pile of green, and a cherry-flavored wrapper from a Black & Mild. Sitting the small plate down he leans in and kisses her first, soft but nonetheless possessive, before rolling a joint for her.
"You don't have to finish it," he explains, "you might not like the high, but that's a'ight." No judgement. It's not for everyone.
He shows her how to hold it, telling her to breathe in, stop, breathe in some clean air and then push it out easily. He's hoping it won't set her to coughing too badly.
"You don't have to finish it," he explains, "you might not like the high, but that's a'ight." No judgement. It's not for everyone.
He shows her how to hold it, telling her to breathe in, stop, breathe in some clean air and then push it out easily. He's hoping it won't set her to coughing too badly.
"Yeah, I do if you're up for the challenge." Hey, she never had the opportunity to make or receive any playlists before. They are allowed to dip back into teenage habits since neither of them really could indulge back in the day.
Being rebellious not as a hero or a person on a mission but simply as a young woman doesn't come so easily to her but she is certainly learning under his influence. One can't fault a person for wanting a dose of something normal in her life just this once, even if the rest of her is anything but.
She's quick to follow the steps he teaches, never tripping, light on her feet when the time calls for it. She doesn't let go of his hand, her smile as constant as his seems to be whenever she looks up at him, not for reassurance, merely to see how it looks on his face. She likes it.
Being rebellious not as a hero or a person on a mission but simply as a young woman doesn't come so easily to her but she is certainly learning under his influence. One can't fault a person for wanting a dose of something normal in her life just this once, even if the rest of her is anything but.
She's quick to follow the steps he teaches, never tripping, light on her feet when the time calls for it. She doesn't let go of his hand, her smile as constant as his seems to be whenever she looks up at him, not for reassurance, merely to see how it looks on his face. She likes it.
"A'ight, I can do that." First off, when is he ever not down for a challenge? Secondly, it'll be fun. Give the poor girl some exposure.
He wonders if he should go old-school and actually burn it to a CD. Maybe. Or both a CD and a flash drive of the songs. He'd bet money there's a Scarlet Witch-shaped flash drive in the world that he can get his hands on. Or he could get her something cute from Japan or Taiwan. Things to consider.
After a few songs Erik's face hurts from the smiling and he has to laugh. At himself, at the situation, at how easily he was won over. "You're some kinda magic, you know that?"
He wonders if he should go old-school and actually burn it to a CD. Maybe. Or both a CD and a flash drive of the songs. He'd bet money there's a Scarlet Witch-shaped flash drive in the world that he can get his hands on. Or he could get her something cute from Japan or Taiwan. Things to consider.
After a few songs Erik's face hurts from the smiling and he has to laugh. At himself, at the situation, at how easily he was won over. "You're some kinda magic, you know that?"
She finds herself fascinated by the way his hands move, deft in application and wrapping. She's so focused on how he works that his kiss takes her by surprise and, in a way, it's oddly charming, or at least leaves her a bit enamored. The girl isn't so naive that she misunderstands him; after all, she can read minds, but she has come to enjoy these moments, soft and warm and almost normal.
With a twitch of her lips, she thinks she's ready to inhale and does so, slowly, half full until she fills the rest of the space in her lungs with fresh air. Swaying lightly, Wanda closes her eyes and briefly lets it settle in her body before she exhales through her nose and mouth, filling the space between them with smoke.
"Mm."
With a sharper kiss, she thanks him only to pull away to both remove her towel and turn off the running water with one hand.
With a twitch of her lips, she thinks she's ready to inhale and does so, slowly, half full until she fills the rest of the space in her lungs with fresh air. Swaying lightly, Wanda closes her eyes and briefly lets it settle in her body before she exhales through her nose and mouth, filling the space between them with smoke.
"Mm."
With a sharper kiss, she thanks him only to pull away to both remove her towel and turn off the running water with one hand.
"Damn," Erik mutters, both at the figure Wanda cuts with or without the towel and at that kiss, heady and full of smoke. He likes what he sees and sweatpants don't tend to leave much room for the imagination to decide just how that affects him].
Half the point of wearing them, honestly.
He holds up his hand to take the blunt from her, if she wants to give it up; if she doesn't, he doesn't mind. Either way he'll also offer her a hand into the bathtub, before settling on the floor at it's edge.
Half the point of wearing them, honestly.
He holds up his hand to take the blunt from her, if she wants to give it up; if she doesn't, he doesn't mind. Either way he'll also offer her a hand into the bathtub, before settling on the floor at it's edge.
It's a change for her, being with him, being this exposed to someone else; and perhaps she should get to know him better, and perhaps she should listen to a few of those warning bells going off about him and some of his more extreme views but. Then again. She was in that place herself, placing her anger in causes she believed would give her that revenge she so desired.
They say she's redeemable. Wanda isn't so sure.
She doesn't think about that as she places the joint between his fingers again, helping herself into the tub with a soft sigh as she sinks into the water. Briefly, she disappears to wet her hair, reappearing with a grin that's altogether coy and inviting.
"Come in."
They say she's redeemable. Wanda isn't so sure.
She doesn't think about that as she places the joint between his fingers again, helping herself into the tub with a soft sigh as she sinks into the water. Briefly, she disappears to wet her hair, reappearing with a grin that's altogether coy and inviting.
"Come in."
One of the things about Erik's extreme views is that he sees Sokovia and it's people to be just as much the victim as his own people, trapped in the United States' racist institutions with no clear way out. Refugees from the most fucked up situation brought about by war and arms dealers, Erik has no idea how Wanda can stand to work with Stark after everything he's done but...
Some people are much more patient than he is. Wanda is definitely in that category.
He's leaning against the edge of the tub, watching her with not a little bit of heat while taking another drag of the blunt and blowing air away from her. The invite doesn't have to be extended twice; the sweatpants are off in a blink and he's carefully climbing in as to not send water in every direction, hands braced against the side of the bathtub.
Once he's in leans forward and offers her a kiss, before leaning back and taking one of her feet in his hands and pressing into the ball gently with his thumb, trying to gauge how stiff the muscles there are. "Thanks."
Some people are much more patient than he is. Wanda is definitely in that category.
He's leaning against the edge of the tub, watching her with not a little bit of heat while taking another drag of the blunt and blowing air away from her. The invite doesn't have to be extended twice; the sweatpants are off in a blink and he's carefully climbing in as to not send water in every direction, hands braced against the side of the bathtub.
Once he's in leans forward and offers her a kiss, before leaning back and taking one of her feet in his hands and pressing into the ball gently with his thumb, trying to gauge how stiff the muscles there are. "Thanks."
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