revivalproject | Little Moments Of Peace

WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Wanda Maximoff, Noctis
WHERE: Twin Roses, Diner
WHAT: Connections With People
WHEN: Mid September
WARNINGS: None

Family In Our Own Way | Twin Roses, Closed to Wanda
The Twin Roses. In a way, it had grown to be home since he'd been transferred to the ship. Or home enough, what with the plants and with Wanda there. And speaking of Avengers who might be on the ship at the moment, here was Tommy, coming on with a small basket of preserved foods he intended to store in the galley for the next time they ended up in space, which he intended to refill with harvest from the hydroponics units. Of course he wasn't the only Avenger aboard today.

"Wanda," he calls out when he sees a flicker of red, and he starts to limp toward her. It's a lot less pronounced than it has been, but his leg is definitely recovering. "Hey, did Pietro ever find you?"

Nothing Fishy About This | Diner, Closed to Noctis
There was no denying that the diner was doing a lot better than it had been once, long ago. Back when this was all starting. Tommy couldn't help the flash of pride that came along with that, even if he was having other people manage it more than he was these days. But Clarice was off helping in Sh'Ka, and TOmmy couldn't go running long distances for right now, so he just took over her shifts here.

And this afternoon he was working hard at not only preparing for upcoming meals, but working on his latest project of trying to make jars of jelly. He'd gotten jars from the replicator and had to hope that this was going to work.

"Okay," he said, setting aside his berry puree. "What's the next step."

[OOC: If you'd like a closed interaction with Tommy this month, please let me know. Otherwise I've got a handwave comment at the top and you can think about Handwaved CR for the month.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Trust me, snapping your fingers won't help. Billy already healed me, and since he can't visualize bone fully it didn't help as much as we might have wanted it to."

Still, he could tell she wanted something more, wanted to help him maybe? Which meant he should reassure her, right? Right.

"Thanks, Wanda. For wanting to help. And for keeping me on my feet. When we get to the galley it would help if you would store all this away for me."

"Of course." And even if he wasn't injured, she would have tried to help. There's no arguing with his speed...but that doesn't mean she would have just assumed it was all his responsibility either. She can put things away without getting up, after all.

"And then you will rest a bit before we go out?" It's mostly a question, but the expected answer is heavily implied. She can't help it. She worries about him.

Well, if she's going to take over that much, he'll be happy to sit down at a table once he's in the galley. Easier this way.

"Rest? I guess I could. Should get my bunk all tidied up again. New people around means new need to claim my spot."

If she would worry about him not resting, then he'll rest. Simple as that.

She would do this for him anyway, but having seen his past and having lost her own parents at such a young age...maybe it makes her more prone to wanting to fuss. As if somehow she can make up for all that time for him.

"I guess I'm lucky that no one's taking mine. But sometimes I miss our cabins." And their occupants, of course - it's so familiar but so different from the ship she once called home. "If you'd be more comfortable at home I can take you back whenever you want."

Hey, he almost liked her fussing. Precisely because she was one of the few here who knew his past, and she clearly cared. Always clearly cared. Like family, but better he guessed. Family like Billy was.

"Cabins? Man, that would be nicer than this. Then you could have proper space and not have to hide out in the hold. But you gotta do what you gotta do."

IF he wanted to rush back to his home, he'd do that. But damn it felt a long way to go.

"I can stay here for a bit."

"We used to even have real beds." Not the most comfortable, at least at first, but it didn't matter. As they'd traveled from planet to planet, acquiring creature comforts to make the cabin she shared with Vision a proper home had become one of Wanda's priorities. There are so many memories here, and when they do reach the galley there's always a small part of Wanda that expects Kitty to suddenly appear with pancakes.

"You just sit here and rest, all right? Tell me if I'm putting something away in the wrong place."

Real beds instead of the bunks? Damn, he really was envious of that. Imagine having his own space, and a real bed, and space to put up the painting Vision did. But yeah, he'd have to live with his converted shop he supposed. And the bunks when he was on the ship.

"I don't care as much where they go, provided they go somewhere and don't fall out. Just trying to make sure we eat real food if we end up in space. I'll have to get Billy to put some on his ship too."

Well, if he doesn't care then Wanda's just going to put stuff where she's used to it going, and hopefully it will all make sense to everyone else.

"It's good to be prepared, just in case. We never know what's going to happen and...I am grateful for the protein gel but real food is always better."

Nah, it's nice to let someone else do some work. So he just watches her work, considering her point. Yeah, that worked.

"Real food is nice. It's been cool learning to cook."

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