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entranceway2016-06-01 10:00 am
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Entry tags:
- firefly: river tam,
- marvel: billy kaplan,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: darcy lewis,
- marvel: jane foster,
- marvel: leo fitz,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- marvel: natasha romanoff (616),
- marvel: rocket,
- marvel: sharon carter,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- marvel: wanda maximoff,
- once upon a time: henry mills,
- penny dreadful: victor frankenstein,
- penumbra: philip,
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- the amazing spider-man: peter parker,
- the dark knight rises: john blake,
- the mummy: evelyn carnahan,
- the vampire diaries: camille o'connell,
- undertale: sans
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. ]
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It takes time. Sometimes, I still have some difficulties of my own.
[She's glad to hear, at least, that she wasn't the only one who had found the discrepancies between this Peter and their own to be so interesting.]
But there are-- others, with powers?
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[It's what must have happened, because that isn't- It's not the world he lives in. Peter shrugs a bit, shaking his head]
No, not really. I mean, there was a giant lizard man, but... that happened because of- because I helped complete this formula so it was just an experiment gone wrong. We cured him, and he's basically the average person again who is... also in jail now.
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There is a young man here who remembers another version of me as his mother. We're almost the same age-- I'm very well-acquainted with how strange it can be.
[Billy and Tommy's very existence had made it necessary that she become more open-minded.]
An experiment gone wrong. There's a great deal of that where I'm from, too.
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[It's also something that would force someone to get used to it. There's really no other option. Acceptance is about all that can be done]
Yeah? Good to know I'm not the only one. How'd you get your skills? [He's assuming since she's part of the team, standing with Steve and Natasha, and because she speaks about powers with a certain amount of knowing.]
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[Without Pietro here, Billy is the only real family she has left, though she also considers Steve and Natasha to be as good as blood. None of them fill the void her brother has left, but they help to ease the ever-present ache.]
Another experiment. [She pauses, frowning.] I volunteered myself, but I did not know what would come to pass. My brother and I were the only ones to survive experimentation. The source of our powers was-- a stone. Chitauri. It came from another world entirely.
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[It was crazy for Peter to consider simply because he didn't know anyone else with super powers. He'd never heard of anyone before who had any.]
... the source of your power was a stone from another world? That must have been terrifying. I mean you don't really know anything about it. [It was a scary experiment for those scientists to do, and he definitely can't figure it was ethical at all...] What made you volunteer?
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[It's only partly a question, but she meets his acknowledgement of Billy with a small smile and a nod of approval. Most people, she feels, can benefit from getting to know her son.]
It is-- still unsettling to think about, yes. [She frowns as she makes that particular admission, pressing her lips together.] I still don't know know the full extent of what I am capable of, what it did to me, but-- I wanted to help.
[More than anything, she wanted to use it to do good, even if things hadn't gone as planned, initially.]
I wanted the power to protect my family, my country, strike down those who would see us destroyed. I had nothing to lose.