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thisavrou_log2016-06-12 08:53 pm
seeingscarlet) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-12 08:53 pm
[closed] there's nothing that I'd take back
Who: Wanda Maximoff and YOU!
When: June 12th and on
Where: Shipside and around the Collective
What: Wanda defrosts and a bad time is had.
Warnings: Civil War spoilers, feels, light descriptions of injuries. Will update as needed.
defrosting;
Wanda opens her eyes and panics, struggling out of the tube before the door's fully open, not caring when her knees give out and send her sprawling to the ground. She's frantic and wide-eyed, barely able to pull the dress she'd been wearing earlier on before she bolts barefoot into the hallway.
She's not going a particular direction, just wherever her brain tells her is "away" despite having no reason here to run. Her thoughts are muddled and going in circles and her body feels like she's moving through syrup. Her neck hurts, but that's been a constant for a month (she guesses; there are no calendars in the Raft). That, she can deal with. She just needs to find somewhere safe and quiet and why is just getting down this hallway taking almost everything she has?
Maybe she's wandered into the kitchen or rounded a corner and almost crashed into someone. Either way, Wanda's a sight: hair soaked from the cryotube, dark circles under her eyes, and angry red burns on her neck. She's okay if she keeps moving, but if forced to stand still it's evident that she really ought to be sitting down.
And even if she knows you, even if she trusts you, there's a moment of real fear when she meets your eyes. She's not convinced this isn't all a dream or some sort of hallucination, so she just stares and waits, ready to make another attempt at bolting if this isn't as it seems.
retail therapy, part 2;
As soon as she is physically able to leave, Wanda returns to her hotel room on the Collective. The Moira is too easy to mistake for the Raft in the dark; she needs the press of many happy minds and something more than metal walls. Physically she is on the mend, and though she tires easily it's a relief to have her thoughts moving at a normal pace.
Her pride will not let her go around with her neck so obviously bandaged, so she stops back at one of the many clothing stores to find something to do about that. A scarf? Maybe that filligree collar if she can stand the reminder. Either way, she's jumpy and very, very desperate not to talk about the elephant in the room.
"Excuse me," she murmurs, head down and trying not to make an obvious break for the other side of the clothing rack.
spa day;
Every time she wakes up here is another small victory and slowly Wanda starts coming back to herself. Her smile is still a little forced today but she's not trying to run from company this time. Remaining Not Okay is not an option. There are still people she wants to protect here, and it's been quite obvious that this isn't a pleasure cruise.
Today Wanda's strategy is to try to pretend that she didn't dream a year in three days. What would she be doing otherwise? They have unlimited credit and almost anything one can imagine at their disposal, and the spa is about as far from her former circumstances as she can get. She's going over the treatment list yet again, but this time she's not scoffing at how ridiculous some of the options are.
"Have you tried the massages here?" Her shoulders are still stiff and a little sore, but there's no reason for that when she has an entire spa at her disposal, right?
magic;
It's several days before Wanda is comfortable enough to even consider reaching for the more visible aspects of her powers. The collar hadn't reacted to her telepathic abilities, but the barest hint of anything tangible would set it off. They couldn't be gentle with it; if she'd been able to get free the others wouldn't have been far behind.
She is not sure it's even worth it anymore. The captains are still kicking around ideas for the new justice system. How long will it be before they create some sort of preemptive punishment system? Or some sort of awful failsafe? Or order her to use her powers on someone when she doesn't want to?
Wanda trusts them even less now, but if she's learned anything from this entire incident, it's that protecting herself and everyone else is her job. She is (was) the strongest of the Avengers. If she was just a little better, she could have contained the explosion without having to move Rumlow at all. If she were a little stronger, she could have shaken off the dizziness just enough to help Tony or Sam catch Rhodey, if not stop Vision from shooting him in the first place.
It's still her fault, and all of Clint and Steve's pretty words can't change the reality of the situation.
But the next time Wanda reaches for the scarlet, something's clearly off. It's little more than tiny flickering balls of energy hovering close to her palms, as weak and frightened as Wanda felt before the Moira pulled her back. She should not be struggling to lift six beach stones no larger than her fist and yet she feels like she's back in Strucker's base again.
This seemed like a more secluded area of the beach, but what Wanda doesn't know is that it's both a great spot to collect shells from the tidal pools and one of the more obvious areas one might go to get away from the larger crowds. Oops.
wildcard;
[These are general catchall prompts meant to encompass a wide variety of plotting, but please feel free to create your own scenario!]
Note: will match prose or brackets
When: June 12th and on
Where: Shipside and around the Collective
What: Wanda defrosts and a bad time is had.
Warnings: Civil War spoilers, feels, light descriptions of injuries. Will update as needed.
defrosting;
Wanda opens her eyes and panics, struggling out of the tube before the door's fully open, not caring when her knees give out and send her sprawling to the ground. She's frantic and wide-eyed, barely able to pull the dress she'd been wearing earlier on before she bolts barefoot into the hallway.
She's not going a particular direction, just wherever her brain tells her is "away" despite having no reason here to run. Her thoughts are muddled and going in circles and her body feels like she's moving through syrup. Her neck hurts, but that's been a constant for a month (she guesses; there are no calendars in the Raft). That, she can deal with. She just needs to find somewhere safe and quiet and why is just getting down this hallway taking almost everything she has?
Maybe she's wandered into the kitchen or rounded a corner and almost crashed into someone. Either way, Wanda's a sight: hair soaked from the cryotube, dark circles under her eyes, and angry red burns on her neck. She's okay if she keeps moving, but if forced to stand still it's evident that she really ought to be sitting down.
And even if she knows you, even if she trusts you, there's a moment of real fear when she meets your eyes. She's not convinced this isn't all a dream or some sort of hallucination, so she just stares and waits, ready to make another attempt at bolting if this isn't as it seems.
retail therapy, part 2;
As soon as she is physically able to leave, Wanda returns to her hotel room on the Collective. The Moira is too easy to mistake for the Raft in the dark; she needs the press of many happy minds and something more than metal walls. Physically she is on the mend, and though she tires easily it's a relief to have her thoughts moving at a normal pace.
Her pride will not let her go around with her neck so obviously bandaged, so she stops back at one of the many clothing stores to find something to do about that. A scarf? Maybe that filligree collar if she can stand the reminder. Either way, she's jumpy and very, very desperate not to talk about the elephant in the room.
"Excuse me," she murmurs, head down and trying not to make an obvious break for the other side of the clothing rack.
spa day;
Every time she wakes up here is another small victory and slowly Wanda starts coming back to herself. Her smile is still a little forced today but she's not trying to run from company this time. Remaining Not Okay is not an option. There are still people she wants to protect here, and it's been quite obvious that this isn't a pleasure cruise.
Today Wanda's strategy is to try to pretend that she didn't dream a year in three days. What would she be doing otherwise? They have unlimited credit and almost anything one can imagine at their disposal, and the spa is about as far from her former circumstances as she can get. She's going over the treatment list yet again, but this time she's not scoffing at how ridiculous some of the options are.
"Have you tried the massages here?" Her shoulders are still stiff and a little sore, but there's no reason for that when she has an entire spa at her disposal, right?
magic;
It's several days before Wanda is comfortable enough to even consider reaching for the more visible aspects of her powers. The collar hadn't reacted to her telepathic abilities, but the barest hint of anything tangible would set it off. They couldn't be gentle with it; if she'd been able to get free the others wouldn't have been far behind.
She is not sure it's even worth it anymore. The captains are still kicking around ideas for the new justice system. How long will it be before they create some sort of preemptive punishment system? Or some sort of awful failsafe? Or order her to use her powers on someone when she doesn't want to?
Wanda trusts them even less now, but if she's learned anything from this entire incident, it's that protecting herself and everyone else is her job. She is (was) the strongest of the Avengers. If she was just a little better, she could have contained the explosion without having to move Rumlow at all. If she were a little stronger, she could have shaken off the dizziness just enough to help Tony or Sam catch Rhodey, if not stop Vision from shooting him in the first place.
It's still her fault, and all of Clint and Steve's pretty words can't change the reality of the situation.
But the next time Wanda reaches for the scarlet, something's clearly off. It's little more than tiny flickering balls of energy hovering close to her palms, as weak and frightened as Wanda felt before the Moira pulled her back. She should not be struggling to lift six beach stones no larger than her fist and yet she feels like she's back in Strucker's base again.
This seemed like a more secluded area of the beach, but what Wanda doesn't know is that it's both a great spot to collect shells from the tidal pools and one of the more obvious areas one might go to get away from the larger crowds. Oops.
wildcard;
[These are general catchall prompts meant to encompass a wide variety of plotting, but please feel free to create your own scenario!]
Note: will match prose or brackets
no subject
Her question has him looking over as he steps closer to a medicine cupboard nearby. No drugs or pills or anything of the sort, he just gets a small tube with burn cream, then hands it over to her.
"Why what?"
no subject
"Why are you helping me?" It doesn't make sense. He hates her, doesn't he? He would have been well within his rights to just keep walking or leave her here for someone else to examine. It had clearly taken a lot for him to accept her help with the sky-whales even though it was kind of necessary, so Bruce not rushing to wrap things up and get away from her is all kinds of odd.
no subject
He sighs quietly, eyes closing as he turns his face away from her for a moment, busying himself with putting his medical tools away. "I know what you think of me, Wanda. It doesn't take being a telepath. But I don't hate you. And I don't think you should be treated as some kind of monster, either."