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i'm headed straight for the castle (open post)
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[It didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to.
He was (and still is) only trying to do the right thing – the thing that will benefit (and protect) everyone the most, the thing with the least amount of conflict possible. But when does anything ever come easy for Tony Stark? When does it ever not spiral out of his control and blow up in his face? He expected Steve to object. He expected him to stand his ground because he knows just how obstinate he can be. He knows because he’s the exact same way.
Honestly, he still doesn’t believe he’s in the wrong. He’s still firm on the decisions he made. Does he have any doubts? Yes. Does he have any guilt? He has enough of that to last him several lifetimes. Does he have any regrets or any concerns? Well, yes. He does. He has three major regrets and concerns he can list off the top of his head right now – Rhodey, Wanda, and Ross. (He'll save everyone from having to read his internal grievances over each one of them though.)
Tony has spent the last few months since the breakout at the Raft helping Rhodey with his recovery and handling Ross – by handling, he mostly means he’s been irritating the hell out of the guy while he persistently nags him about the whereabouts of Captain America and his gangly crew. To be fair, he does have nagging privileges since it does fall under Tony’s responsibility, but just because he tells him to do something doesn’t mean he’s going to do it. At least not whole-heartedly (or right away, for that matter). Actually, if he’s going to be frank, he knows where they are. He just hasn’t been feeling like sharing that little tidbit with the general. Nothing personal, but he doesn't like or trust him very much. Plus, he wants to see if he can resolve the issue on his own first. He is, after all, the only person he can really rely on at the end of the day. He also has some fences he wants to mend – specifically fences he wants to mend with a young woman who he may or may not have tried to Rapunzel. (Look, he realizes he could have dealt with it better, but it had to be done.)
So now Tony Stark finds himself in Wakanda on a “friendly” visit. Nothing that will warrant much suspicion from the public’s eye and nothing that will garner surprise from the ones within. (He made a phone call beforehand.) He’s here on a truce. He wants to talk. First to Steve; then to Wanda. He mentioned his intention for the former, but he’s kept the latter to himself. He’s going to have to catch her when they’re alone. Not a simple task, but he doubts she would be willing to give him the time of day otherwise. He is going to have to catch her unaware. (She’s another obstinate one.) And, since the matter with Steve isn’t something that can be settled within a day, he’s here for a couple. (Three, to be exact.) Does he think he’ll be able to get through to him? No, probably not. But he can still try. It’s all he can do because he’s going to have to give Ross results sooner or later. He knows the guy already has more than a few eyes on his every movement. (Kind of cute, actually; which was why he made sure to subtly take care of whatever the man had on him before he entered the nation.)
It’s nightfall when he finally gets the opportunity to approach Wanda. His nerves are starting to kill him. Anxiety issues. Nothing new, nothing he can’t ignore. He just doesn’t like where this is going to lead, mainly because he never likes where their discussions end up taking them. She seriously hates him – something they both ironically have in common and nothing he would blame her for. He doesn’t have much time to do this, yet he doesn’t want to dump everything he has to say on her. It wouldn’t be fair and it wouldn’t be very smart either. He needs to approach this tentatively, especially since the image of her in the Raft's prison cell is still so fresh in his memory. It’s been haunting him for months.
Okay. First step, assess the mood. Second step, gradual buildup into the topic based on mood analysis and the directional flow of the conversation. Third, don’t be an ass.]
Hey. [He has a cup of coffee in his hand, freshly brewed and a viable shield against whatever tense, angry, or cold reaction he’s going to receive from her.] We haven’t gotten the chance to talk all day. [He hesitates for a split second and then:] How are you?
He was (and still is) only trying to do the right thing – the thing that will benefit (and protect) everyone the most, the thing with the least amount of conflict possible. But when does anything ever come easy for Tony Stark? When does it ever not spiral out of his control and blow up in his face? He expected Steve to object. He expected him to stand his ground because he knows just how obstinate he can be. He knows because he’s the exact same way.
Honestly, he still doesn’t believe he’s in the wrong. He’s still firm on the decisions he made. Does he have any doubts? Yes. Does he have any guilt? He has enough of that to last him several lifetimes. Does he have any regrets or any concerns? Well, yes. He does. He has three major regrets and concerns he can list off the top of his head right now – Rhodey, Wanda, and Ross. (He'll save everyone from having to read his internal grievances over each one of them though.)
Tony has spent the last few months since the breakout at the Raft helping Rhodey with his recovery and handling Ross – by handling, he mostly means he’s been irritating the hell out of the guy while he persistently nags him about the whereabouts of Captain America and his gangly crew. To be fair, he does have nagging privileges since it does fall under Tony’s responsibility, but just because he tells him to do something doesn’t mean he’s going to do it. At least not whole-heartedly (or right away, for that matter). Actually, if he’s going to be frank, he knows where they are. He just hasn’t been feeling like sharing that little tidbit with the general. Nothing personal, but he doesn't like or trust him very much. Plus, he wants to see if he can resolve the issue on his own first. He is, after all, the only person he can really rely on at the end of the day. He also has some fences he wants to mend – specifically fences he wants to mend with a young woman who he may or may not have tried to Rapunzel. (Look, he realizes he could have dealt with it better, but it had to be done.)
So now Tony Stark finds himself in Wakanda on a “friendly” visit. Nothing that will warrant much suspicion from the public’s eye and nothing that will garner surprise from the ones within. (He made a phone call beforehand.) He’s here on a truce. He wants to talk. First to Steve; then to Wanda. He mentioned his intention for the former, but he’s kept the latter to himself. He’s going to have to catch her when they’re alone. Not a simple task, but he doubts she would be willing to give him the time of day otherwise. He is going to have to catch her unaware. (She’s another obstinate one.) And, since the matter with Steve isn’t something that can be settled within a day, he’s here for a couple. (Three, to be exact.) Does he think he’ll be able to get through to him? No, probably not. But he can still try. It’s all he can do because he’s going to have to give Ross results sooner or later. He knows the guy already has more than a few eyes on his every movement. (Kind of cute, actually; which was why he made sure to subtly take care of whatever the man had on him before he entered the nation.)
It’s nightfall when he finally gets the opportunity to approach Wanda. His nerves are starting to kill him. Anxiety issues. Nothing new, nothing he can’t ignore. He just doesn’t like where this is going to lead, mainly because he never likes where their discussions end up taking them. She seriously hates him – something they both ironically have in common and nothing he would blame her for. He doesn’t have much time to do this, yet he doesn’t want to dump everything he has to say on her. It wouldn’t be fair and it wouldn’t be very smart either. He needs to approach this tentatively, especially since the image of her in the Raft's prison cell is still so fresh in his memory. It’s been haunting him for months.
Okay. First step, assess the mood. Second step, gradual buildup into the topic based on mood analysis and the directional flow of the conversation. Third, don’t be an ass.]
Hey. [He has a cup of coffee in his hand, freshly brewed and a viable shield against whatever tense, angry, or cold reaction he’s going to receive from her.] We haven’t gotten the chance to talk all day. [He hesitates for a split second and then:] How are you?
[ from here. ]
[ Wanda puffs air into his collar as he shifts her around, feeling a little perturbed simply by the ether of all time and space (as much sense as that makes), until he speaks. She blinks, eyes focusing with better clarity, feels time become linear again, if for a few moments. One index finger pokes at the scruff on his jaw, very close to her face. ]
You remembered, [ murmured with pleasant surprise, referring to privately exchanged terminology, to his own memories becoming tangible, any number of things ] yes, yes. Echoes in my veins tonight. [ She draws her fingertip slowly away from his face, unfazed as he has to momentarily maneuver them around a stack of boxes she'd recently (perhaps even a few hours ago) pulled out of a closet. Unlabeled. Familiar scent of someone's clothes she'd never disposed of. ] You have them too, sometimes, you said. Still.
[ It's difficult to shrug in her current position, but she manages at least one shoulder's effort. ]
It's because I'm full of other people. And Patrón. [ She pauses, considering. ] Steve's little bird bones. I see them, sometimes. He still has them, you know.
[ Wanda puffs air into his collar as he shifts her around, feeling a little perturbed simply by the ether of all time and space (as much sense as that makes), until he speaks. She blinks, eyes focusing with better clarity, feels time become linear again, if for a few moments. One index finger pokes at the scruff on his jaw, very close to her face. ]
You remembered, [ murmured with pleasant surprise, referring to privately exchanged terminology, to his own memories becoming tangible, any number of things ] yes, yes. Echoes in my veins tonight. [ She draws her fingertip slowly away from his face, unfazed as he has to momentarily maneuver them around a stack of boxes she'd recently (perhaps even a few hours ago) pulled out of a closet. Unlabeled. Familiar scent of someone's clothes she'd never disposed of. ] You have them too, sometimes, you said. Still.
[ It's difficult to shrug in her current position, but she manages at least one shoulder's effort. ]
It's because I'm full of other people. And Patrón. [ She pauses, considering. ] Steve's little bird bones. I see them, sometimes. He still has them, you know.
1) The best.
2) That was ONE TIME and it wasn't my fault.
3) Your magic 8 ball is biased.
Final offer: I want half the pizza and the delivery ETA is legit 2mins and under.
2) That was ONE TIME and it wasn't my fault.
3) Your magic 8 ball is biased.
Final offer: I want half the pizza and the delivery ETA is legit 2mins and under.
Wan
[ barry's gone running. running to the other side of the city to grab the best pizza (by the oceanside, jsyk), to deliver it to wanda's where he leaves it on the table. if she opens it, she'll find there's only half the pizza inside of it. he has the other half in another box with the intention of holding it for ransom. ]
1 min 24 secs NOT EVEN :)
[ barry's gone running. running to the other side of the city to grab the best pizza (by the oceanside, jsyk), to deliver it to wanda's where he leaves it on the table. if she opens it, she'll find there's only half the pizza inside of it. he has the other half in another box with the intention of holding it for ransom. ]
1 min 24 secs NOT EVEN :)
R Y
Barry is the best, I know. 😇
What's up, Wanda?
Barry is the best, I know. 😇
What's up, Wanda?
Talking to my BFF, Wanda.
Do you know her? She's a giver. Gives me food because she's amazing.
Do you know her? She's a giver. Gives me food because she's amazing.
I think I'll take my chances with this kleptomaniac. I have this feeling she just wants to see me naked. She keeps talking all my clothes??
Liar.
That's old pizza. The pizza I brought was literally out of the oven two seconds before I took it.
Don't cheat.
That's old pizza. The pizza I brought was literally out of the oven two seconds before I took it.
Don't cheat.
Ok but I'm not bringing my pizza.
[ gotchu witchy poo. ]
[ gotchu witchy poo. ]
Do you think I'm an animal?
I'm going to eat it. All by myself.
[ aka barry's going to scoff it down in one damn gulp. ]
I'm going to eat it. All by myself.
[ aka barry's going to scoff it down in one damn gulp. ]
[ there is a sign and it says: do not go beyond this point. barry henry allen is sad, and always will be; sometimes he wants to believe no one else can pick up on it if he's smiling brightly. ]
I'm not sad when I'm around you.
I'm not sad when I'm around you.
[ oh, he decided to bring #realtalk into this mess. wanda holds her head in her hand for a moment, wondering why he won't just come back in through the window so she can hug him, and also perhaps smash him into a wall with a flick of her wrist for being such a schmoop and making it feel contagious. ]
i'm glad to know this
and - likewise
[ yes, most definitely contagious. ]
i'm glad to know this
and - likewise
[ yes, most definitely contagious. ]
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