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entranceway2016-06-01 10:00 am
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video; guess who's back, back again
[ The feed snaps on, and the frame is on the crowded side. In the foreground Steve and Wanda are seated, arranged on a couch in one of the mansion’s tea rooms, while Natasha stands behind them, leaning against the wall near the door. Steve has his phone tilted so that all of three them are visible, Wanda’s arm linked with his.
Steve’s in civilian wear, his expression composed and collected. He isn’t here to give out orders or make any speeches, though. ]
So it looks like Wonderland sent all three of us home at once. Sorry about that. [ As if they had any control over it. ] But we’re back now and more or less in one piece. [ Which isn’t the full story at all, but that isn’t something that needs to be shared with all of Wonderland.
Natasha pushes away from the wall at this and moves closer into the frame of the video, leaning on the back of the couch over Steve’s shoulder, expression mild. ] I don’t know if any others of us were sent home recently, but if so, letting us know would be greatly appreciated.
[ Her lips quirk briefly. ] Either way, I think some of us will need to be assembling for a SitRep soon regardless. But we wanted to let you know we were back to keep people from worrying.
[ Steve glances over his shoulder at Natasha, nods, and then returns to looking at his phone. ] Let us know if we’re needed anywhere.
[ With that, the feed cuts. ]
[ They’ve done their duty and reported their return, which means that it’s time for all three of them to go and lick their wounds. Steve returns to his room first and foremost, finding Bucky even sooner than he had expected when it turns out he’d camped in his room.
Once they’ve reunited, though, Steve laces up his shoes and goes for a run up and down the beach, needing some time to clear his head. Everything that happened back home has him on edge, searching for a way to take action, to do something, and yet none of it means a thing here in Wonderland. There are no Accords here, but a secret that had been revealed in the worst possible way back home remains a secret here, and it’s eating at him.
He also heads up to the roof, as if hoping that a bird’s eye view of everything will somehow cause it all to make more sense. Wonderland isn’t where he’s supposed to be, but at least some of his team is here. They maybe be prisoners, but they’re not caged and collared. It’s something. ]
[ Once Natasha parted ways with Wanda and Steve, having had a chance to - finally - compare information, she briefly stopped by her room upstairs, checking to make sure everything she'd accumulated here was as she'd left it. Then, after replying to a few text messages that had been waiting for her, she headed to the fifth floor. And the bar.
Because damn, did she ever need a drink. Or twenty. ]
[ For most of the day following their return to Wonderland, Wanda remains out of sight. There's no trace of her in either of her usual haunts, the training room or the magic study: she shuts herself away in her room for the better part of the afternoon, door locked tight, though she'll likely answer for those who seek her out. It's been months since she's been this withdrawn-- longer, considering how much time had passed during her trip home, but she finds herself feeling very much like the Wanda who had first come to Wonderland one year earlier, skittish and wary of human contact, unnerved by the idea of having to explain exactly what had changed to rob her of the confidence she had spent so many months building alongside her teammates and new friends alike.
Eventually, it's one of the most basic of human needs that forces her to emerge, hunger driving her to leave her room behind and make her way down to the communal kitchen. After spending time in government custody, the need for a real meal as opposed to whatever the closets might be able to supply is enough to make her brave the mansion beyond her room. She keeps her focus narrow at first, rummaging through the pantry to see what it might have to offer in the way of ingredients, occasionally turning her attention to the kitchen at large to see who else might have wandered in since her own arrival, an attempt to remain aware of her surroundings. House arrest followed by more severe isolation has done very little to put her at ease, and she finds herself unwilling to trust even the slightest creak of the floorboards, regardless of the fact that here, the word fugitive means very, very little. ]
[ OOC: One or all of them will respond to any network replies. If you reply to any of the action options, please specify who it’s for! ]
Steve’s in civilian wear, his expression composed and collected. He isn’t here to give out orders or make any speeches, though. ]
So it looks like Wonderland sent all three of us home at once. Sorry about that. [ As if they had any control over it. ] But we’re back now and more or less in one piece. [ Which isn’t the full story at all, but that isn’t something that needs to be shared with all of Wonderland.
Natasha pushes away from the wall at this and moves closer into the frame of the video, leaning on the back of the couch over Steve’s shoulder, expression mild. ] I don’t know if any others of us were sent home recently, but if so, letting us know would be greatly appreciated.
[ Her lips quirk briefly. ] Either way, I think some of us will need to be assembling for a SitRep soon regardless. But we wanted to let you know we were back to keep people from worrying.
[ Steve glances over his shoulder at Natasha, nods, and then returns to looking at his phone. ] Let us know if we’re needed anywhere.
[ With that, the feed cuts. ]
[ They’ve done their duty and reported their return, which means that it’s time for all three of them to go and lick their wounds. Steve returns to his room first and foremost, finding Bucky even sooner than he had expected when it turns out he’d camped in his room.
Once they’ve reunited, though, Steve laces up his shoes and goes for a run up and down the beach, needing some time to clear his head. Everything that happened back home has him on edge, searching for a way to take action, to do something, and yet none of it means a thing here in Wonderland. There are no Accords here, but a secret that had been revealed in the worst possible way back home remains a secret here, and it’s eating at him.
He also heads up to the roof, as if hoping that a bird’s eye view of everything will somehow cause it all to make more sense. Wonderland isn’t where he’s supposed to be, but at least some of his team is here. They maybe be prisoners, but they’re not caged and collared. It’s something. ]
[ Once Natasha parted ways with Wanda and Steve, having had a chance to - finally - compare information, she briefly stopped by her room upstairs, checking to make sure everything she'd accumulated here was as she'd left it. Then, after replying to a few text messages that had been waiting for her, she headed to the fifth floor. And the bar.
Because damn, did she ever need a drink. Or twenty. ]
[ For most of the day following their return to Wonderland, Wanda remains out of sight. There's no trace of her in either of her usual haunts, the training room or the magic study: she shuts herself away in her room for the better part of the afternoon, door locked tight, though she'll likely answer for those who seek her out. It's been months since she's been this withdrawn-- longer, considering how much time had passed during her trip home, but she finds herself feeling very much like the Wanda who had first come to Wonderland one year earlier, skittish and wary of human contact, unnerved by the idea of having to explain exactly what had changed to rob her of the confidence she had spent so many months building alongside her teammates and new friends alike.
Eventually, it's one of the most basic of human needs that forces her to emerge, hunger driving her to leave her room behind and make her way down to the communal kitchen. After spending time in government custody, the need for a real meal as opposed to whatever the closets might be able to supply is enough to make her brave the mansion beyond her room. She keeps her focus narrow at first, rummaging through the pantry to see what it might have to offer in the way of ingredients, occasionally turning her attention to the kitchen at large to see who else might have wandered in since her own arrival, an attempt to remain aware of her surroundings. House arrest followed by more severe isolation has done very little to put her at ease, and she finds herself unwilling to trust even the slightest creak of the floorboards, regardless of the fact that here, the word fugitive means very, very little. ]
[ OOC: One or all of them will respond to any network replies. If you reply to any of the action options, please specify who it’s for! ]
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[Bucky offers Steve a small smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's not sure he feels any better having asked, but Steve's never let him down before, he trusts him with this. He hopes it won't ever get to the point where he'll need Steve to stop him, temporarily or permanently, but having Steve's word comforts him.
It's on the tip of his tongue to ask if Wonderland has messed with Steve's mind, but a part of him isn't ready to know that yet. He sighs, the sound caught up in his throat.]
We're not safe. [Bucky pulls his phone out of his pocket, setting it on the couch between them.] There's someone here who knows what I've done. Someone that thinks I'm dangerous. A threat.
[He pushes the phone towards Steve.]
If I'm around you, and he comes for me. You might get hurt.
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There's no moment to breathe before Bucky shifts to another difficult topic. Steve stares at the phone as it's set down between them, but doesn't reach out for it. ]
Who do you mean?
[ Steve wracks his brain to try and figure out who could hold that kind of opinion about Bucky, and he doesn't come up with anything at first.
Except for... wait -- ]
Are you talking about Agent Fitz?
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[His brows pinch together as he tries to remember anyone with that name who had any affiliation with an 'agency'. SHIELD. HYDRA. CIA. Nothing came up, but that wasn't so unusual considering everything.]
He seemed pretty upset that I was here. Thinks I'm going to do something.
[He might have been talking about Steve when he said warning people, Bucky wasn't sure. All he knew was that Fitz thought he was dangerous and that people needed to know that the Winter Soldier was in Wonderland.]
Who is he?
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After SHIELD went down, pieces of it stayed alive. Those people who had joined SHIELD for the right reasons wanted to carry on its legacy. [ A legacy that wasn't tainted by HYDRA's influence. ] Agent Leopold Fitz is a part of that.
[ While Steve can't guarantee that Fitz will ever be comfortable around Bucky or vice versa, he can at least explain that he defused the situation. ]
I talked to him earlier today and explained everything. He isn't going to come after you or anything, don't worry.
[ After a moment of hesitation, Steve reaches forward to grab for Bucky's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. ]
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Wasn't worried about him coming after me.
[He glances at Steve then, knows that he puts the other man at risk simply by being close to him.
His mouth curves up and he doesn't pull away, he's a little tense but he's actively trying to make himself more comfortable with other people touching him. It sets off his fight or flight instincts, but somehow not so much when it's Steve.]
Thanks for clearing things up with him.
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[ It doesn't really stop there, when it comes to people who might have a beef with Bucky. It might not be an immediate concern, but that could change on a dime, and so better that Bucky be braced for whatever could happen. ]
Did you know that Tony is here, too? He's from further back in time, just after the whole Ultron mess.
[ As things stand right now, Tony would have had no real reason to talk to Bucky, seeing as he had no clue how few degrees of separation existed between them.
Steve pulls his hand away to rub at the back of his neck. ]
I'm not sure what we're gonna do about it yet. Natasha thinks that keeping it all from him again could just make more of a mess.
[ He doesn't think he needs to specify what he's talking about. ]
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He should know.
[No matter what that might mean for him here. Bucky would take his lumps, however they came, but he thought that maybe trying things a different way might mean that Steve and Tony could stay friends.]
We tried it the other way. Kept it from him. That didn't turn out good for anybody.
[A million things are flying through his mind all at once. Which scenario will result in the least amount of anger. If Steve will get hurt telling him.]
I can't even offer to leave if he doesn't want me here.
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Bucky echoes what Natasha had already told Steve, and he knows that if both of them feel the same way about this issue that he really doesn't have a leg to stand on.
They're going to have to tell him. No, Steve is going to have to tell him. ]
Yeah. The best you can do is agree to stay out of his way.
[ Steve stifles a sigh and rubs his hand over his eyes. ]
I'll tell him. Maybe if I sit him down and brace him for it, he won't react as violently as he did before.
[ They can only hope. ]