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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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The upside of Wanda wearing her hair braided is that the Vision gets to help her braid it. He squeezes her hand back and sits next to her against the tree, smiling.

He knows this isn't easy for her. At the best of times, being ripped away from your home and your life at the whims of a more powerful force is upsetting, and to have to build from the ground up is an additional aggravation nobody needed. But at least they'd gone camping in the wilderness before, and he had some idea what to do to make things a little more comfortable while they worked on getting a more permanent system in place.

He feels a little guilty for enjoying the challenge as much as he does, but it helps when you don't really need to eat or sleep.

"What's on your mind, dearest?"

[At this time of day Tommy has moved on to the process of watering not just what he's worked on, but also wherever the soil looks dry. Still, he gets up and moves from the vines covered in strange, almost transparent pea-pods with little peanut colored peas inside, and instead moves to greet whoever showed up.

And it's her. Wanda. He hesitates for half a second before stepping up to her.]

I think I heard you say soup, right? I mean, I don't have fire or something to cook it in, but I do know the veggies here. I can't tell you what all they taste like, but I can probably help find things that are good for people.

[Natasha looks in on Wanda at the greenhouse. Or maybe just catches up with her there.

Either way, she's there in time to field the question.]

I'm sure you could do something with it, assuming we can eat any of them.

She turns to gently cup his cheek. "So much. But I thought we could talk here." It's seemingly peaceful here, and if Wanda tries she can pretend that they're back home on Naviadna. "You don't take enough time to relax, Vizh. I worry about you."

She kisses him tenderly, letting Vision control the intensity and pace of the kiss. This little afternoon excursion is for his comfort and pleasure and so they can talk in peace and privacy, and Wanda doesn't want to put any extra demands on him. It's a mini-date. It should be fun.

And so her hand slides down from his cheek to his neck and shoulders, seeking out areas of tension. Vision may not need to sleep, but that won't spare his poor muscles. "I am going to find a bed frame for us, if you want to stay where we are. You should have somewhere nicer to sleep."

[Wanda smiles, blissfully oblivious to whatever turmoil is going on inside his head.]

I think I could get Thistle to light one, if we had somewhere safe for it. [She shrugs.] We haven't had to think about it much. The fish and I can make enough light to see at night.

Even roasting them might taste a little better.

He starts guiltily at her concern, but he can't deny it. He hasn't really taken a moment off since they got here, unless one counts the moments between when he begins to hold Wanda and when she falls asleep. So after the kiss, he exhales and furrows his brow, telling himself sternly to relax while she works on his back muscles.

"There is so much to be done," he says, tone unhappy and eyes closing so she can work on him. "I feel as though I do not have time to relax."

Which is a bad answer, and he knows it, but it's how he feels.

"Do you want to stay in the shop? Or would you rather be in the hotel with the others?" He doesn't mind either way; the empty shop is better for accumulation of useful items and could be turned into a roomy abode, but the hotel is closer to everyone else.

"Oh, Vizh..." There's so much tension under her fingers and so Wanda shifts behind him so she can properly work on his back. "You may not need to sleep but you still need to rest. It isn't good for you to be working so much." She leans in close to carefully press several kisses to the side of his neck, another attempt to soothe him.

She's felt guilty that Vision's been acting as her pillow since they arrived, but in hindsight maybe that's one of the only reasons he's been physically resting. Would he just continue to work himself into the ground once she fell asleep if he knew he was leaving her safe in a comfortable bed?

"I like our privacy. But if we get the water working I want to be clean again." She sighs, carefully working her thumbs over a particularly bad knot. "But I will find a bed frame and bring it to the shop just so we can make somewhere nicer to sleep. You deserve better."

I know some of them are safe. Somehow the cyananas aren't poisonous.

[She's just going to adopt Tommy's name for them because it works. What else do you call a bright blue 'banana'?]

I've thought about touching the sphere but I don't know if I want to.

The worst part is he knows this. JARVIS had had to force Tony to rest countless times when he was engaged in a new project. He bites back the excuses and lets out something that's not quite a whine as she starts to break up the tension knots in his back. "I'm sorry, love. You're right."

The pile of work that needs to be done can spare him for a few hours. Even a few hours every day.

"Mmm. I talked with Tommy about making some soaps with several of the plants in the greenhouse that have a good scent. You've met Tommy?" There's no way she can't have--he's too much like her brother to miss--but given that she hadn't come to him in a panic she probably hadn't learned the whole truth about the twins, and that's just fine by him.

A bedframe. They can jury-rig a mattress, but that only goes so far without something to contain it. "Find or make. We're beginning to have a few tools that will come in handy, and your powers are more than capable of selectively slicing a few pieces of wood. We could make it nice and large, so we have room to stretch out."

Her kisses slowly follow the vibranium filigree around his neck, soft and careful. "Shhh, love. You don't need to apologize. Just let me take care of you." As if there's anything else she'd rather be doing than spending time with him. She only wishes she'd tried to intervene sooner.

"I did. He said we're distantly related in his world." And she can't really blame him for feeling weird around her - she's overjoyed to have any family here, but she can't say that someone wouldn't feel resentful that they didn't get their Wanda. She wonders if that's all it is, or if maybe they don't have the best relationship in Tommy's world. "We need soap before people start getting sick. I don't think I can fix that."

There's something meditative about working out the knots in Vision's back, and aside from slicing wood...there might be more that she can do. Sadly the city seems empty of tools or much that's useful but if she found some sturdy enough stone then it shouldn't be too hard to make a basic knife.

"What about the mattress? Is that anything I can help with?"

[The fish? Whatever, he's not going to ask. Instead he gestures for Wanda to follow him down to the lower level for the root vegetables. But he can't disagree about tasty roasted veggies are.]

I mean, if you'd in charge of making things vaguely cooked, then by all means, you manage what you can. Only fair, right?

Cyananas. [Repeating after her slowly. It doesn't exactly sound like Wanda, does it.] Well, as long as they don't make anyone fall asleep or turn blue...

We'll have to find something to eat.

[The other comment is less easy to know how to respond too. Natasha's been hesitant to engage with any of the spheres.]

If you don't know, you can always give it some time.

[It seems like there's really no universe where Wanda and Vision have a "normal" home life. And it's probably about to get a lot weirder.

She's slightly nervous following him down to the lower levels and has to try very hard not to think about all the weight over their heads. Wanda's not completely convinced that these buildings are stable after all this time.]

I don't think anyone is in charge of anything. We are all just trying our best.

[Well Tommy meant it more in a small circle thing, but he just nods at her point.]

Yeah, we always can only do our best. If you wanna stand here, I can dig up a few things for you really quick.

[And he means really quick. Wanda is one of two people he would bother to do this for.]

Tommy named them. They taste like something between a pickle and a lime? It is hard to describe.

[She shrugs helplessly. Sometimes things taste familiar, but other times there just aren't words in any language Wanda knows to appropriately describe weird space food.]

He and Vision have showed me some other things we can eat. I've felt all right so far. That thing put it in their heads.

[A beat.] I don't like it. We've had so many things in our heads already.

[ If it were up to Clint, he'd never look at anything canister-shaped again. But he has looked at them, and that's why he's feeling decidedly under the weather right about now.

He has the same idea that Wanda does, namely using the walls for support as he tries to make his way down the halls while trying to find the exit again. He spots her just up ahead, or at least he thinks it's someone who looks like her. His vision's swimming just a bit which makes it difficult to tell up from down, but at the very least, her silhouette looks familiar. ]

Wanda? That you?

[ The question sounds silly to his ears after he says it, but he can't quite trust his eyes right now. And that, in itself, is especially troublesome. ]

A pickle and a lime? There's some space there.

[Quite a bit of space. She shakes her head, though. It's not the real point is it?]

No, I'm with you on that. Not in a rush to start letting some aliens put things in my head.

Didn't figure I'd be the only one.

It's weird, but not in a bad way. Tommy said it is also good to eat the peel but I can't get used to that.

[The taste already doesn't go with the texture, and the peel doesn't help.]

I am...tired of being someone else's plaything. I thought we were finally free, but...

His expression softens as he begins to relax under her touch, and he sighs softly when she kisses along his metallic ridges. It's a reminder that she loves him for all of himself, not just the parts that make him look human.

Distantly related makes him quirk up a grin. That's...sure not wrong. "I gather his world is adjacent to Kitty's, with mutants and the like. He was surprised to learn I wasn't made in the twentieth century, and that JARVIS was an AI and not Mr Stark's butler. Can you imagine me in a butler's uniform?" There, now he knows that she doesn't know about the twins' parentage and has successfully navigated away from it. That should be fine.

He thinks for a bit, melting a little more into her touch. He really has been stretching himself, hasn't he?

"If you could keep an eye out for any cloth, or anything that would serve as tools? Tools are our limiting resource at the moment, I'm afraid." And having to dedicate less time to making tools would be a huge boost in production for, well, everything.

Ah, there it is. Wanda can feel her ministrations starting to take effect. A little more, and she might even be able to get Vision to moan for her.

"No, but I know you'd look good." She laughs and leans forward to murmur in his ear. "You always look wonderful in suits." She nuzzles the side of Vision's neck and kisses him again before settling back on her heels to return to the massage. Wanda's a good actress when she needs to be, but she's not that good.

"If we find stone...maybe I could try to make simple things, like knives. It seems like someone already scavenged this city."

[Keith was rubbing at his arms under his jacket to try and alleviate a nagging itch that had started to crop up (he hadn't looked in a mirror, yet... spots!) when he came around the corner and almost got tumbled into by Wanda stumbling along.]

Woah, hey... you okay?

[He put his hands out to catch her just in case she needed it. She looked familiar... as in, seen around the Fleet familiar, but he couldn't immediately place the name...]

We both did. We all did. And for a minute there, it sort of looked like we'd get it.

[A scant few months. They'd been good, but not enough.]

I imagine we can take our time deciding, unless something drastic changes. Especially since some of the others are quicker to volunteer.

This way if we need more of one kind of skill set or another down the like, worse comes to worst, we can fill the gap.

[Wanda tries not to think about all of the weight over their heads as she follows Tommy down into the lower levels. It's not like a bomb went off here but still...there's definitely damage from disrepair and disuse.]

Don't push yourself. Unless you need the break from going slowly.

I'm really going crazy from going slow, but I don't have the right sort of calorie intake to really go fast too much.

[There just isn't enough food to keep up with his needs, that of all the metabolism enhanced people, and the other people here. So he can't risk it. Not when he might need to get him and Billy ~~and Wanda~~ somewhere safe at a moment's notice.]

What about you? You wanna help?

Hey, I can help with at least one of those things.

[She holds out a hand, a gentle spark leaping across her fingertips in a kind of preview demonstration. Her blasts aren't nearly as strong as they should be, but a soup pot? She can manage that.]

I bet we can find some kinda container in here, too, somewhere.

Anything sounds better than more raw cyananas.

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