revivalproject | 01

Who: Wanda Maximoff & you!
What: Exploration time
When: The first week
Where: Greenhouse, hospital, and the forest outskirts
Warnings: N/A, will edit if needed

I. The Greenhouse
[Close to dinnertime you might come across Wanda standing in the greenhouse staring thoughtfully out over the vegetation.]

We could make a soup, I think. If we had a fire and something to cook it in...it would be better than just eating raw vegetables.

II. The Hospital
[The canisters are already ruptured by the time she gets there. Hospitals have always made her uncomfortable, but it's better to take stock of what they have and what they might need now, before anyone needs it. And it would be good to have some idea of how necessary certain aspects of her powers might be and where she might try to explore and push them.

Except while she's exploring the halls, she starts feeling warm and light-headed, and a little bit claustrophobic. She knows whoever worked here is long gone, but the hallways feel cramped and sinister and finally Wanda decides that she can't take it anymore. She turns to start making her way out (going out a window would be quickest but she feels off) and the world lurches sideways. Wanda stumbles into the wall to brace herself and leans her forehead against it. It's nice and cool. She'd stay here for a while if it didn't feel so threatening...

...but it does, and so Wanda's stumbling down the hallways with a hand braced on the wall to steady herself. Just a little farther...]

III. closed to Vision
[They walk hand in hand, Thistle chirping happily at the chance to explore a more familiar environment. Wanda's hair is braided now, looped through itself to hold, and while she misses the feel of the wind (or her lover's fingers) in it, it's not worth how much trouble it would be to detangle it later.

She leans up to kiss Vision's cheek and squeezes his hand.]

Over there? [There's a small clearing around a large tree, and it looks like a nice place to have a talk. Wanda trots ahead to beat him to it and settles back against it between the roots.] Come here, love.

[He's been keeping her as comfortable as he possibly could, and it's time to return the favor.]

IV. wild card
[You know what to do.]

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"You're doing enough," he says firmly. After all, nobody's short of anything necessary and it's not like Wanda's laying around and whining about what she doesn't have. And as far as he's concerned? She's being there for him, and that means everything. No matter what this place throws at him, as long as he can still hold Wanda in his arms at the end of the night, it will be okay.

He sighs softly when she kisses his neck. "Don't pretend it's not my fault for ignoring my own limits, love." He pauses. "But it does help to have your eyes on me. And your hands, and your mouth." Being a little cheeky perhaps, but it's a husband's prerogative, is it not?

He relaxes in silence for a few more minutes. "Have you touched any of the additional data points?"

He might be underestimating the lengths Wanda would go to right now for a proper way to bathe. If only she could just make soap or shampoo materialize, or snap her fingers and magically be clean with perfectly detangled hair. She always tried to take some care with her appearance when she had the means to, and it's just another constant reminder of how little power she has over her circumstances again, or Vision's. She hates it.

But for now, she has him all to herself, and they are not leaving until she's satisfied that he's feeling better. "I can think of other ways my hands and mouth can help you," she murmurs lowly in his ear, "if you want them to, love."

Fortunately some things never change, even if Wanda does feel generally out of sorts. But for now she returns to the massage. "Not yet. I...I don't want any more things in my head. And you know how I feel about doctors and hospitals." The medical data point would be an obvious choice, to augment abilities Wanda already possesses. But even with the space of another year and an entire universe between them, some corner of Wanda's mind ha never recovered from the experiments. Her panic attacks had been even worse in Naviadna when she couldn't recognize the equipment. She knew, rationally, that the doctor meant her no harm, that the tool she was trying to use wasn't the thing it reminded her of. Wanda had still ended up a complete mess, shaking and clinging to Vision, murmuring broken apologies while she tried to remember how to breathe.

She can't imagine actually trying to set up shop in a place full of so many bad associations. She's happy to be known as a potential healer...just not that kind of doctor, thanks.

He's working on the soap, actually. There are a few promisingly oily plants with pleasant scents in the greenhouse, and all they need to do from there is find a sufficiently alkaline plant to make the ash from. The biggest barrier at the moment is finding water-tight containers to use, though - it's hard to boil something if you don't have a good pot to boil it in.

He hums pleasantly at her suggestion. "Only if you let me return the favor, my dear." It's only fair, after all.

But at the next part he nods, although his expression is now a frown. "I understand." Of course she'd be most interested in healing, but with the way she feels about medical equipment he could understand her staying away from the hospital as soon as she realized what it was. "I've taken the agriculture data point myself, and I was unable to detect anything malicious in the data itself; even so, I understand that a download must necessarily work somewhat differently to an organic brain."

For him it had been nothing more than a file dump and a few seconds to process it, but Tommy had described it rather differently.

Her response to that is another quick kiss to Vision's cheek. He's right - it's only fair to let him care for her too, if she doesn't manage to relax him into a puddle first. She's worked lower now, to the points between his shoulderblades that can get quite tender. These knots might be sensitive, and so Wanda returns to tracing the vibranium over his shoulders with kisses as a gentle distraction.

"Maybe there are more. But I am sure I can find plenty to do without them for a while." There had been enough for her to do on the Twin Roses before she'd taken over the Communications position, anyway. "I will try to make some tools for you and Tommy. And some more knives for Natasha and Clint. Maybe some containers if I can shape the metal well enough."

Well. Perhaps when she's ready to wrap up this backrub, then. He grins and rolls his shoulders a bit to give her easier access. Ugh, but that feels good. It's times like this he misses their hot-spring-like bathtub back at home.

Maybe there are hot springs around. That would be nice....

"There's no lack of tasks to be done, certainly. And if it would be easier to work with, wood can hold water or other things as well as metal can." Or stone, or whatever other substance the buildings around this place are made of.

He leans into her touch and sighs happily. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Once or twice." Her voice is warm and lightly teasing, and she gently nuzzles his skin before she continues her path kissing over Vision's shoulders. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, she slips into his mind just enough to monitor his reactions. This area can be a bit stubborn and hard to fix, and this way he won't need to tell her where to move or how much pressure to use. She's not hovering deeply enough to read his thoughts, but he should still be able to feel the warmth of her love.

"You inspire me, Vizh. If you have hope that one day this can be better then so do I." Which is something, considering that optimism never comes easily to her - the world is always a much nicer place seen through Vision's eyes. She looks at Agra 10 and sees so much future want, everything they need and don't have and can't easily recreate, and can't help but measure it against their old home and find it wanting. She doesn't see the beauty unless she looks again through his eyes or tries to imagine what he might say.

Her kisses find the narrow strip of skin beside the vibranium protecting his spine and begin to slowly follow it upwards. "I love you." Kiss. "I love you. You are my light."

If there's any surer way to make him melt, well, he sure doesn't know what it is. She's always been so good at bringing him back to himself, at helping ground him in what is instead of what could be. Just as she needs his eyes to see beauty in a catastrophic situation, he needs her perspective to remind him that he can't forget his own needs.

And she doesn't forget his needs, even when she has so many of her own.

"I love you, Wanda. All of this--everything I want to build here--is for you."

And he'll proceed to demonstrate it, even as she takes care of him.

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