[ Tony's not sure what to do with her reaction. He can't imagine that anything he said was particularly outrageous, but he also has no idea what pre-conceived notions Wanda's working off of, other than 'distinctly, aggressively negative.' But then, he's used to that too. People can range from confused to shocked to angry upon discovering how far off base some of the stereotypes are.
Hell, he still doesn't even doubt that his future self has somehow fully earned the dislike. ]
Since the incident at the Ingress happened, Miller's been wanting to check up on Cyclonus. So when he saw the familiar shape stretched out like a reclining building on the sand, he made the trek over there. Still he wasn't completely comfortable with his own swimwear. But when he drew closer, saw the dark shape outlining the giant body (and the waves of heat distorting the air as his form baked under the sun), he ended up slowing down.
And staring.
Because that sure as hell was a mech in a bikini.
With a new sort of confidence that came with a man that realized, in that instance, no person in the world would just him if they were willing to judge a samurai robot in a bikini, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to get his attention. "Cyclonus!"
I happen to have an unlimited cash flow right now. Just name your price, handsome.
[It was nice talking to someone who wasn't so uptight about everything. Not that she's entirely relaxed about being abducted by a spaceship, but there were other ways of handling a problem than brooding about.]
I tried that gold mask treatment. It doesn't last very long, but I imagine they wouldn't make any money if it were permanent.
[ Her time period isn't necessarily a surprise; humanity's fascination with its own history dates back to paintings upon cave walls and deliberately stacked boulders. No, that's not the weird part. ]
Well, damn. Not gonna lie, that's not the answer I expected. How's somebody your age decide they're gonna carbon date things for the rest of their life?
[ He still doesn't sound judgmental; just genuinely curious. For all he knows, this kid is some kind of archaeology prodigy, whatever that entails. He's got respect for the guys. They dig up dinosaurs and, occasionally, Captain Americas. ]
Waaaaay ahead of you on that one. And speaking of things I don't trust.
[ Tony lifts the wrist the MID is attached to, waving it around in clear offense. ]
Have you managed to get this thing off? Because they're saying it doesn't come off, and I'm saying I don't want a biometrics-reading information nexus stuck to me that isn't my own.
[ He figures if there's anyone on board who would've lost the tail by now, it's her. And if she hasn't, then it probably is impossible.
Not that he's not still gonna try to science the thing into many, many pieces. ]
I don't even know, to be honest. Most of the time they're only interested in fighting with each other, though, which is... something. [Her voice turns upwards in something of a question.
But Rinzler? That's something else.] It's more like his personality was twisted that way. And wherever he came from, it probably just made him associate everything with threats. You know how AI work. They learn rapidly, they make associations. Like...children, sometimes, right?
[She didn't quite think before saying that - she knows Tony and knows he probably knows more than she does, but in an instant she'd forgotten that as far as he's concerned, they just met.]
Well she pauses for a moment at that name coming out of his mouth. She hadn't expected that and if it made her miss home a little she smothers that feeling before it can be seen.
"Okay, Bumblebee. I'm just being cautious. Some people would play for keeps, and you never know what might be out there that's going to be better or stronger than you in a fight. You have to make it back to tell Sari all of your tales after all."
If her tone has that tired and knowing tone to it that's just coincidence.
[ Call Obi-Wan cautiously curious. It's good to know what's going on around him even if he finds he can't dedicate nearly enough time to vetting this information. ]
[Wariness creeps into her expression. She doubts either of them will like where this leads.]
Be careful what you ask.
[It's surprisingly said more like a warning than a threat. Wanda won't promise an answer, though - it's more for the sake of keeping her own anger safely in check than to spare Tony's feelings. It would be easy to tear into him. But Wanda has gained the self-awareness to know that it would be so much harder to deal with what would come afterwards.
[ She shrugs. This isn't her body, not really, and she isn't sure what she would do with a picture of it. But heck, it's a pretty good shot, despite that, and the view of her motorcycle in the picture is nice. ]
[ She acknowledges his response with a proud jut of her chin and turns back the direction they had initially been facing. She starts walking again, but her stride is more purposeful, more forceful. It's as though she's in a hurry to get somewhere, even though in actuality she's liable to get back on her motorcycle and head off at any time if Caboose gets on her nerves any more. ]
Treat Yo Self, Ho - backdated to any time before 6/12
[ The Collectives are hardly relaxing for Obi-Wan Kenobi, but only because he allows himself to feel on edge. His suspicions about their presence here are still unfounded — nothing sinister as of yet has come to occur — but there still some reticence to really allow himself to let go.
He comes to the bar looking for someone, and instead finds himself with an offer he's not quite certain he's ready to refuse. ]
Is it all alcohol? [ Day drinking Kenobi would like to know. He raises an eyebrow at Loki but neglects to pry through the Force for the time being. ] The glass is nearly the size of my head...
[Miraculously, Tarn allows Aurelia to pat his foot. He looks down at her with pure exhaustion in his optics. He’s been told that over time the effects will be less bothersome, but the contrast of his frame running on Nuke in comparison to this is just jarring. Tarn feels like he could recharge for weeks.]
…I tripped. Can we perhaps pretend that this didn’t happen?
Yesterday. It was something like a training course, but still fun.
[If she's honest, there are times Wanda's a little jealous of how easily someone like Natasha can scale almost anything. Yes, she can fly, but there's something awe-inspiring about being able to climb up anything with just your body and some tools.]
I don't think a hand massage could be awful. Let's try it.
[She'll be taking a lot of her cues on how to proceed from Leia. It's pretty clear as they're led back to the hand treatment area that Wanda is extremely out of her depth here.]
[ She moved to a table, set the plate and glass down, and went ahead and tried a nibble. She'd spent enough time in this human body to learn what she liked and what she didn't and this met with her standards. She chased the bite with a sip of milk. ]
Did you have this recipe memorized, or did you look it up?
[A slight frown flickers on her face for a moment before it disappears just as quickly as it came.]
She wasn't around much, but the other scholars on my island taught me about how she loved history. They said I inherited her genius.
[Which isn't to say that she was at all forced into the role - it was a passion of her's for as long as she could understand the concept. The fact that her mother also loved history just gave Robin the drive to become a certified archaeologist like her.]
For as long as I can remember, I've looked at things and wanted to learn how they got to be the way they are. So I learned how to figure that out.
It takes a second or two from J to realize what he's doing when he stops talking in middle of his sentence. But despite the late start she's still able to catch up with his quick message and understand what he's saying because the answer is yes. She's kept herself busy with practising the alphabets and doing some more simpler words and even short sentences.
Despite feeling confident and thinking that she's gotten hang of this weird language, she still gives him a lazy shrug and makes vague gestures to the air with her free hand.
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