[She's not asking for volunteers, but because she doubts simply driving away is allowed by the Mayor. She's just curious as to how aggressive the consequences are.]
[She'd love to joke and say no, she's never found herself in the 80s, but... she can't.]
The only time I've been without my powers is because of specific technology or because of magic used to counter my own. I don't think it's tech, here. It must be powerful magic.
[Wanda's choosing to believe that's what he meant.]
( peter's not sure what he thinks it is — he's pretty equal opportunity in terms of keeping his options open and not expecting one or the other without evidence. if it is magic, he thinks he'll have a harder time getting back home than if it's not, but—
—he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. )
but hey! positive thinking - if it's magic, that means it's ( ... ) just a matter of figuring out a counter-spell?
[Her self-esteem might not be great these days, but she knows what she is. The Scarlet Witch. Stopping her chaos magic from even manifesting at her fingertips is something not so easily done.]
It's likely a matter of meeting the Mayor face to face. But if this curse is as dangerous as it's said to be...
I don't know. I'm not sure what to think or believe. If it's true, we can't bring it back to our worlds.
( he's chosen to sacrifice himself before to ensure the safety and continued survival of the galaxy, and it's not a question of if he'd choose to do it again: he would.
but that's the big question: if it's true. it's not like the galaxy doesn't have bigger — or at least equal — things to deal with in the meantime, and there had been a part of him that had wondered if this was just a distraction, something to serve as a bit-piece to the larger destruction of — everything. or thanos. or gamora. or—
—but then the logical part of him points out that they're too disparate for that to really ring true.
so of course, he doesn't voice any of that, instead— )
and this is why I don't like authority figures -- always an agenda.
AND THEN cut to sudden action, dated at a nebulous Some Next Day idk—
he waits for wanda at the motel cafe, his attention focused on the depths of the coffee set in front of him. the last time he'd been stuck on earth, it'd been predominately through his own doing, the guardians all but separated. this time, the guardians are still separated, only now he's got no way of fixing the situation back home, on the ryder, unless he can find a way back there. to then.
(whatever. flarking time travel.)
he doesn't miss the irony, that after everything — annihilus, the phalanx, spartax, the cancerverse, thanos, gamora and the infinity stones— —that now he's been told that he's cursed.
he lifts the mug, holding it just in front of his mouth as the steam rising in curls from the surface of the what-is-supposed-to-be coffee tells him that 'no, no. this is far too hot for any sane person to drink'. he pauses, eyebrows pinching together in a slight frown as he blows on it, as if hoping that pure will is going to force the temperature down to something more tolerable.
a flicker of movement in the doorway to cafe draws his attention and he looks up and over. recognition sets in and he places the mug back down on the table in front of him, still having drank none of it, and gestures at the empty seat across from him. )
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perfection!! star-lord and the scarlet witch go on a roadtrip
[Food is probably a good idea before they set out, but Wanda doesn't have much of an appetite these days. Quickly spotting Peter, she lifts her hand in a brief greeting before coming to sit across from him.]
Good morning.
[Is that coffee... black? Wanda frowns and grabs one of the individual creamers at the edge of the table, reading the label. Not a hint or anything, just a curiosity. The tiny plastic cup is rolled between her fingers thoughtfully before she lifts a brow in his direction.]
You sure you still want to do this?
[She has to ask. Things tend to go wrong around her. He deserves one more out.]
( that's a weird question and, quite frankly, one that peter feels he should be asking her instead of the other way round. he's not, like, deeply familiar with the avengers and is primarily only familiar with the x-men thanks to kitty, and whilst he knows — in a loose definition of the word — that earth-based vigilantes have not always made the best decisions ever, or been involved in the greatest of plans, or even just plain Done Good Things, that's not just an earth thing.
she'd asked if he also went by star-lord, so he thinks she must know something of him. they're not from the same universe, so he doesn't know if the peter quill she knows ("knows") was involved in any galactic wars, doesn't know if she knows him for being a very charming (thank you) thief-slash-space pirate, but he thinks that if she knows of him, she must know something of what to expect from him.
so he wonders why she's asking. the question sits with him for a moment as he finally takes a sip of his coffee. all at once, he screws his nose up and looks down at the contents. the fact that it's — no exaggeration — about five-hundred degrees doesn't manage to disguise the fact that it's burnt, bitter, and tastes like it's been brewing for longer than peter's been alive.
he takes another sip before pointedly looking out a window. )
Mm, yeah, you're right, ( he mutters dryly, pausing to place the coffee cup back down. the porcelain sounds a soft thud against the coated wood of the table and he pushes the mug away from him, a few centimetres towards the middle of the table, a small trail of hot left in its wake. ) I'd much prefer to be sat in my flarking creepy as shit motel room, making bets with myself on when it's next going to ask for a bodily fluid.
( yes, okay, the mayor had apologised for that, but what kind of weirdo asks for blood in the first place? absolutely a weirdo that will ask for more blood — or worse — in the future. )
Are you sure? ( he asks, looking back at her and attempting to meet her gaze. )
[Really, Wanda knows next to nothing about him, be it the Peter from her universe or this one. She's exchanged words with this one, which might actually put him ahead. She's not very big on socializing, on getting to know the faces around her. Maybe she'd know better if she'd ever approached the Peter of her universe.
She watches this one drink his boiling tar with a downward pull of the corners of her mouth.
It was a genuine question.
But she supposes his answer is just as genuine.
She meets his gaze with a slight shift in her seat, holding it for the few moments she can before retreating to the depths of that coffee cup that's come a little closer.]
I'm sure. We don't have anything to lose and nowhere to be.
( he makes a noise that's a cross between agreement and acknowledgement when she gives her own answer — that is what it comes down to more than anything else: they don't have anything to lose. or at the very least, he doesn't, though it's interesting to note that she feels the same way.
more than that though, more than personal losses and gains, is the question of what if they're not cursed, what if this is just some bizarre multiversal ploy to gather question marks in second question mark, because peter's really not sure what the end game here would be. or why, or just—
—anything. )
Good.
( he shifts his weight and reaches into a pocket to pull out a map that he unfolds and places on the table between them. from his other pocket, he pulls out a pen that he immediately taps against his lips. he'd seen that someone else had replied to wanda's post and they'd mentioned a barrier to the west, but he hadn't seen any mention of distance or whether it was, like, before the coast. )
Someone mentioned a barrier, right? ( a beat. ) So unless we want to retrace their steps that leaves us with— ( a wave at the map: everything else. ) Alderglen's here— ( he indicates a small marked point to white pines' east. ) I figure that's as good a place as any to start. ( and ""borrow"" a car. )
[What-if can lead one down a dark road. Wanda sighs and moves the coffee cup away from any maps and hands, not keen on making a mess before they've even set out.]
Right. [A harmless barrier, from the sounds of it. Not worth mentioning until she asked. She stares down at the maps, the little roads and streets and lines and colors, and that it all looks so plain and normal makes her gut clench.
The worst sort of prison to be in, maybe.]
It's as good of a plan as any. If that guy who responded to me only got turned around, I doubt we'll run into anything more sinister.
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( aka he's not holding his breath even though both must be somewhere .
in the meantime, he'd found some 3D glasses on his bedside table, not unlike the kind that came free with magazines and, like, a dinosaur poster.
as well as a handgun which was going to be far more useful, even if it wasn't as cool as terry and clarice. alas :( life is hard. )
has anything like this ever happened to you before?
( he means the no-power thing not the interdimensional kidnapping, but there's no attempt to specify. )
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The only time I've been without my powers is because of specific technology or because of magic used to counter my own. I don't think it's tech, here. It must be powerful magic.
[Wanda's choosing to believe that's what he meant.]
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( peter's not sure what he thinks it is — he's pretty equal opportunity in terms of keeping his options open and not expecting one or the other without evidence. if it is magic, he thinks he'll have a harder time getting back home than if it's not, but—
—he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. )
but hey! positive thinking - if it's magic, that means it's
( ... )
just a matter of figuring out a counter-spell?
( yeah, no, he's got nothing. )
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[Her self-esteem might not be great these days, but she knows what she is. The Scarlet Witch. Stopping her chaos magic from even manifesting at her fingertips is something not so easily done.]
It's likely a matter of meeting the Mayor face to face. But if this curse is as dangerous as it's said to be...
I don't know. I'm not sure what to think or believe. If it's true, we can't bring it back to our worlds.
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can't argue with that.
( he's chosen to sacrifice himself before to ensure the safety and continued survival of the galaxy, and it's not a question of if he'd choose to do it again: he would.
but that's the big question: if it's true. it's not like the galaxy doesn't have bigger — or at least equal — things to deal with in the meantime, and there had been a part of him that had wondered if this was just a distraction, something to serve as a bit-piece to the larger destruction of — everything. or thanos. or gamora. or—
—but then the logical part of him points out that they're too disparate for that to really ring true.
so of course, he doesn't voice any of that, instead— )
and this is why I don't like authority figures -- always an agenda.
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[Never any peace. Not that she deserves any, of course, but all these people here... don't they?]
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( but this is beginning to veer far too close to a Serious conversation— )
so when am I picking you up?
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lmk if you want me to change anything etc etc
( to make the most of any daylight.
AND THEN cut to sudden action, dated at a nebulous Some Next Day idk—
he waits for wanda at the motel cafe, his attention focused on the depths of the coffee set in front of him. the last time he'd been stuck on earth, it'd been predominately through his own doing, the guardians all but separated. this time, the guardians are still separated, only now he's got no way of fixing the situation back home, on the ryder, unless he can find a way back there. to then.
(whatever. flarking time travel.)
he doesn't miss the irony, that after everything — annihilus, the phalanx, spartax, the cancerverse, thanos, gamora and the infinity stones—
—that now he's been told that he's cursed.
he lifts the mug, holding it just in front of his mouth as the steam rising in curls from the surface of the what-is-supposed-to-be coffee tells him that 'no, no. this is far too hot for any sane person to drink'. he pauses, eyebrows pinching together in a slight frown as he blows on it, as if hoping that pure will is going to force the temperature down to something more tolerable.
a flicker of movement in the doorway to cafe draws his attention and he looks up and over. recognition sets in and he places the mug back down on the table in front of him, still having drank none of it, and gestures at the empty seat across from him. )
perfection!! star-lord and the scarlet witch go on a roadtrip
Good morning.
[Is that coffee... black? Wanda frowns and grabs one of the individual creamers at the edge of the table, reading the label. Not a hint or anything, just a curiosity. The tiny plastic cup is rolled between her fingers thoughtfully before she lifts a brow in his direction.]
You sure you still want to do this?
[She has to ask. Things tend to go wrong around her. He deserves one more out.]
just two disasters out here trying their best
she'd asked if he also went by star-lord, so he thinks she must know something of him. they're not from the same universe, so he doesn't know if the peter quill she knows ("knows") was involved in any galactic wars, doesn't know if she knows him for being a very charming (thank you) thief-slash-space pirate, but he thinks that if she knows of him, she must know something of what to expect from him.
so he wonders why she's asking. the question sits with him for a moment as he finally takes a sip of his coffee. all at once, he screws his nose up and looks down at the contents. the fact that it's — no exaggeration — about five-hundred degrees doesn't manage to disguise the fact that it's burnt, bitter, and tastes like it's been brewing for longer than peter's been alive.
he takes another sip before pointedly looking out a window. )
Mm, yeah, you're right, ( he mutters dryly, pausing to place the coffee cup back down. the porcelain sounds a soft thud against the coated wood of the table and he pushes the mug away from him, a few centimetres towards the middle of the table, a small trail of hot left in its wake. ) I'd much prefer to be sat in my flarking creepy as shit motel room, making bets with myself on when it's next going to ask for a bodily fluid.
( yes, okay, the mayor had apologised for that, but what kind of weirdo asks for blood in the first place? absolutely a weirdo that will ask for more blood — or worse — in the future. )
Are you sure? ( he asks, looking back at her and attempting to meet her gaze. )
two negatives make a positive
She watches this one drink his boiling tar with a downward pull of the corners of her mouth.
It was a genuine question.
But she supposes his answer is just as genuine.
She meets his gaze with a slight shift in her seat, holding it for the few moments she can before retreating to the depths of that coffee cup that's come a little closer.]
I'm sure. We don't have anything to lose and nowhere to be.
science!!
more than that though, more than personal losses and gains, is the question of what if they're not cursed, what if this is just some bizarre multiversal ploy to gather question marks in second question mark, because peter's really not sure what the end game here would be. or why, or just—
—anything. )
Good.
( he shifts his weight and reaches into a pocket to pull out a map that he unfolds and places on the table between them. from his other pocket, he pulls out a pen that he immediately taps against his lips. he'd seen that someone else had replied to wanda's post and they'd mentioned a barrier to the west, but he hadn't seen any mention of distance or whether it was, like, before the coast. )
Someone mentioned a barrier, right? ( a beat. ) So unless we want to retrace their steps that leaves us with— ( a wave at the map: everything else. ) Alderglen's here— ( he indicates a small marked point to white pines' east. ) I figure that's as good a place as any to start. ( and ""borrow"" a car. )
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Right. [A harmless barrier, from the sounds of it. Not worth mentioning until she asked. She stares down at the maps, the little roads and streets and lines and colors, and that it all looks so plain and normal makes her gut clench.
The worst sort of prison to be in, maybe.]
It's as good of a plan as any. If that guy who responded to me only got turned around, I doubt we'll run into anything more sinister.
[They already started with blood, anyway.]