[ she has lost count of the days since the lost pietro. there are ways in which steve wishes to reach out to her, to ensure that she does not feel isolated. these moments do not go unappreciated though she still seeks to find her place among the avengers if she wishes to be part of the team. and she does.
it is still early days for wanda.
her travels have taken her to a new city, separated from the others as the mission has required them all to split up. though wanda had been tasked with reconnaissance, the situation had escalated far behind even her control. for all that she can accomplish with her powers, some brute force is needed.
then in came supergirl, a vision in blue and red and, well, ready to kick some ass. they have not worked together before but wanda feels drawn to her nonetheless when all is said and done and they are laying on the floor surrounded by broken glass, wanda with some bruises and cuts but nothing to write home about. groaning softly, she pushes herself up on one elbow, her soft and low voice still echoing in the abandoned factory. ]
[ She and Kal like to mind their own business, to put it crudely. The DEO has its job, the Avengers have theirs. They're on friendly terms: this town has to be big enough for all of them. Kara's used to having no peers there. Cap is always polite to her, Tony seems to think she needs some blunt-force patriotism to go with her uniform's colours and the super-strength. She's a little intimidated by Natasha. ]
[ But Wanda stands apart from them, and it's not because they're around the same age, or that she's a powerhouse in her own right. Sokovia hangs over her like Krypton hangs over Kara, and she wants badly to say something, but doesn't. Loss has to be dealt with in its own way, and she doesn't like to think about hers. ]
[ The moment the fight's over, Kara's at her side. ]
Hey, saving the day is what I'm for. [ Lightly, absently said, she's scrutinising Wanda's cuts, checking for infection with her microscopic vision. ] Come on. Let's get you back to HQ.
[ some superheroes have a city, some of them have the world and a team. they all remain in their lanes for the most part but she cannot deny that she is eternally grateful for kara's assistance when a temporary block put a dampener on her powers. as powerful as she is, she unfortunately is still susceptible to cuts and bruises and there are a few marring her skin, tiny bits of glass easily brushed off her mid-length red leather coat.
she groans as she pushes herself into a sitting position. ]
That is not necessary, Supergirl, [ wanda protests immediately, not feeling any residual effects from the blast that knocked her on her back just yet. but she will. ]
[ Kara worries at her lower lip. Concern radiates off her in thick waves, each flash of it longer than the last. She doesn't want to crowd, so after a moment she flops next to Wanda, shoulders brushing lightly. ]
I'm on your side, [ still gentle, ] Just take it easy, okay? We beat the bad guy, we've got time.
[ the answer comes instantly but wanda herself isn't too sure she believes it. but, then again, it is difficult wrapping her head around the fact that anyone wants her on their side. but supergirl is kind – it is why her supporters speak the way they do of her.
she lowers her head and rubs at her temples with the tips of her fingers. ]
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it is still early days for wanda.
her travels have taken her to a new city, separated from the others as the mission has required them all to split up. though wanda had been tasked with reconnaissance, the situation had escalated far behind even her control. for all that she can accomplish with her powers, some brute force is needed.
then in came supergirl, a vision in blue and red and, well, ready to kick some ass. they have not worked together before but wanda feels drawn to her nonetheless when all is said and done and they are laying on the floor surrounded by broken glass, wanda with some bruises and cuts but nothing to write home about. groaning softly, she pushes herself up on one elbow,
her soft and low voice still echoing in the abandoned factory. ]
Thank you.
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[ But Wanda stands apart from them, and it's not because they're around the same age, or that she's a powerhouse in her own right. Sokovia hangs over her like Krypton hangs over Kara, and she wants badly to say something, but doesn't. Loss has to be dealt with in its own way, and she doesn't like to think about hers. ]
[ The moment the fight's over, Kara's at her side. ]
Hey, saving the day is what I'm for. [ Lightly, absently said, she's scrutinising Wanda's cuts, checking for infection with her microscopic vision. ] Come on. Let's get you back to HQ.
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she groans as she pushes herself into a sitting position. ]
That is not necessary, Supergirl, [ wanda protests immediately, not feeling any residual effects from the blast that knocked her on her back just yet. but she will. ]
I will find my team.
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I'm on your side, [ still gentle, ] Just take it easy, okay? We beat the bad guy, we've got time.
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[ the answer comes instantly but wanda herself isn't too sure she believes it. but, then again, it is difficult wrapping her head around the fact that anyone wants her on their side. but supergirl is kind – it is why her supporters speak the way they do of her.
she lowers her head and rubs at her temples with the tips of her fingers. ]
How are you doing?
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A few minutes out in the sun, and I'm ready to go toe to toe with Metallo.
[ She stretches the last half of it, the os rolling off her tongue. She smiles again, and reaches out to squeeze Wanda's hand warmly. ]