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The Silly String Bandit [Closed]

WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Poe Dameron, Carol Danvers, Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Around the City
WHAT: The Silly String Finally Gets Used
WHEN: 12/8
WARNINGS: N/A

It's been waiting there since before the mintpocalypse. The Agrii had misunderstood Tommy when he asked for string. Or maybe they were creatures after his heart. Either way, he had the can, he was going stir crazy for a lack of mischief, and there was JUST ENOUGH protein and carbs sustained in his diet now that he really could ambush people. So it was time.

He grinned and spun the canister in his hand before popping the lid. Makes sure his hand can reliably find the nozzle. And gives a brief spurt to make sure the thing works. It does, and the string is a lurid green. Very Tommy.

Perfect. With that Tommy's out fast as a thought, racing off. Time to hit some victims.

Each of his victims, chosen at random to be honest, will find themselves interrupted in their day as a burst of wind was followed by silly string being sprayed over their hair, shoulders and finally chest.

When he's done Tommy will back off a few steps in front of them. Poe Dameron gets a mischievous smirk and a wave of fingers. Hello there, Space-Shatner. Welcome to town. For Carol there will be less mischief, and maybe an undercurrent of concern because he has NO CLUE clue the Captain will take it. He does, though, salute.

But Wanda? Tommy doesn't even realize who it is until after he's stopped in front of her, and his eyes go wide and tinged with regret. Fuck. He's so grounded.

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It all happens so quickly that Wanda doesn't really have time to do more than flinch and then it's over. She blinks, not quite sure what's happened, and slowly pulls a bit of the green silly string off her chest. It squishes between her fingers - such a weird texture.

She slowly looks up from the silly string to Tommy and just stares at him, trying to process what just happened. Did he just--? Like she's some kind of normal person?

Maybe she stares at him a minute too long - it must feel like a short eternity to a speedster. He could easily be forgiven for thinking she's trying to decide whether or not to yell at him. But a moment later she bursts out laughing, of all things.

Someone's not getting grounded after all, apparently.

"What is this?"

Her laughter earns a rush of relief from Tommy. Fear fading away with faint amusement.

"Silly string. I asked the Agrii for string so I could dry herbs. They gave me this. I guess they like pranks?"

He waves the can of silly string, which is nearing empty. At least it was pretty funny to do all of this. And he was glad, because Wanda seemed to like it too.

"You're not mad? I was certain you were going to ground me or something."

"Silly string," she repeats, shaking her head. What a bizarre invention. Pietro would have absolutely loved it.

"I...I probably deserved it." After everything that happened on the Bishop and all. "Why would I ground you? I am not that much older than you. But...is this going to come out of my hair?"

Silly string. Yeah, it was absolutely amazing. But he doesn't think she deserved it. It was just... she was there? But he bites his lip over the whole 'barely older than you'. That's its own weird thing.

"Yeah, it comes out really easy. The stuff is stiff unless you squish it between your fingers. And dissolves in water."

Sometimes it feels like she can barely take care of herself, much less someone else. Sure, she's a little older than Tommy, and married, but that doesn't make her an actual Functioning Adult. At least not one worth giving grounding authority to.

"Then I think I need to wash my hair before anyone else sees me like this and gets ideas. If it is you..." She shrugs. They're family, these things happen (and she is so getting him back if it snows). "But if it is someone else, not so much."

"You know I could probably take a picture with my phone, right?"

He's just putting it out there. How can she just trust him like this? Weird shit.

"And there are so many reporters here that you could send it to and embarrass me." But no, that hadn't really occurred to her because...why? What would the point be, other than (ineffective) blackmail? No one she knows would see her any differently.

~~Sansa would probably only be a little dismayed at the state of her hair and she knows Vision would still call her cute just like this.~~

Yeah, but it would be, like, revenge for baby photos? Except not. Because she's his mom but also not, so she's different.

"Yeah, fair point. But Billy might enjoy a look at it."

He pulls up his device and snaps a quick picture, grinning.

"I should really try doing this to mom if I ever get home. It'd be hilarious. But then I'd really be grounded."

She is definitely making a very sour expression in that picture, but anyone who knows her should be able to tell that at least half of it is just for show. You are going to pay for this big time later, Tommy. She's Pietro's sister. She may not be an instigator...but she does know how to defend herself from a prank war.

"Does that happen often? You getting grounded?"

Who said this was a prank war? The Agrii wanted this, clearly. But the question makes him react. An expression that lingers long enough to show his pain.

"My... birth parents didn't care enough to do that," he says, cautious. What they did was usually worse. "My mom, though? Nah, she's never done it. Which isn't to say she couldn't."

"It was just...a strange thing to ask." So many implications. Like she's fussing too much or something. "If I've...done something to overstep, I'm sorry. I just want us all to be safe and I can't trust the Agrii."

"Strange thing to... oh, you mean the mad thing," Tommy says, because that's the only thing he could come up with. What else would be strange to ask. "I mean, it seems fair, given I did silly string you."

But overstep? He doesn't know about that. At all. She has a lot more right than she thinks. Maybe... maybe he should tell her? Fuck he wanted to. But he couldn't, not without Billy here, right? Dammit.

"I get not trusting the Agrii. If it helps, it's at least better than the last time I was kidnapped? Which I get isn't a consolation at all. And safe's a big time goal. I get it. Nothing matters more than protecting family, right? Well, protecting innocent civilians ranks up there pretty high."

Poe's definitely taken by surprise by the blur of an attack. His hand goes to his hip, but of course, there's no blaster to draw, and by the time it's over he's stood in a defensive stance, blinking at the figure he guessed was 'Speed', tension slow to leave his shoulders. He pushes some of the strings from his hair, and finally a smile breaks when he's met with that mischievous smirk.

"...This stuff better not stain, Speed."

"Pretty sure it doesn't," Tommy grins, saluting the man with the can. He has to put together the whole use of his name, the voice. Okay, he thinks he's got it.

"You Space-Shatner? The pilot guy who thinks he's so fast?"

He looks about like how Poe was picturing him, young and cocky, though the speed of him was more impressive than he'd imagined.

Poe tries to untangle the string with a snort. "That'd be me. And I know I'm fast."

Well, Tommy lives to impress. But yeah, young and cocky, completely true statements. And he smirks as he watches Poe. Admit it, dude, he got you good.

"I don't know. Taking you fucking forever to clean off."

It's a strange substance, feels like of like fire suppressing foam, but it pulls away easily enough, besides a few strands tangled in his hair that Poe can't see. There's a faint sheen on the leather of his coat, but it doesn't look like it will do any last harm.

"Big talk, kid. What is that stuff anyways?"

"Silly string," Tommy answers. And he waves the canister. "It's for jokes and fun and stuff. So it doesn't mess with stuff. The Agrii gave me it."

CLearly they supported chaos.

"They seem to be big on the jokes and stuff," Poe agrees, thinking to the toy X-wing they'd gifted him.

"Can I see?"

Who said the jokes were bad? But Tommy looks at Poe and shakes his head. "Nah, man, I've got like, one last person worth of stuff in here. Can't waste it on you wanting to get me back when you'll never hit me."

He's too fast, his reflexes too good.

"Seems you're at a bit of an unfair advantage if you ask me. How's a guy supposed to get pay back if he can't keep up, huh?" He'll find a way Tommy, you just wait. It's coming. Some how.

"Oh, now isn't that a good question?"

Tommy grins and winks at the man, backing away another step.

"How do you beat the fastest guy in the world? You don't."

"...You're going to run now, aren't you?" Poe deadpans, moving to try and close the gap. "You know that's not fair, right-?"

"Who said I was fair?" Tommy asks, amusement flashing in his eyes.

He reminds Poe of Kaz, and he can't help but give a fond smirk. Just like he can't help but make a go for the can, trying to move quickly, but to Tommy his moves are probably telegraphed ages before he even tries.

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