[ The Avengers had been imprisoned. Well, not all of them. Officially, they were the ones who opposed the Sokovia Accords and helped Steve Rogers aid an international fugitive. They'd been captured and taken to the Raft, which had been some of the most appalling news the team had heard in a long while. Coulson had insisted that the Avengers were the good guys, they didn't deserve to be treated like this, and not a single person had argued with him.
So, they'd decided to do something about it. After days of planning, they made their move. The team was small, only those closest to Coulson, and they only used resources that couldn't be traced back to SHIELD. Forged identities, stolen transport, unregistered and experimental tech — there were a million things that could have gone wrong. They might have ended up in the cells next to those famed superheroes... but they hadn't. The extraction had gone as smoothly as they could have hoped and everyone had been moved to another of Fury's off-the-books SHIELD bases, one of the last few they hadn't needed to dust off in recent years. Everyone had been settled with a bunk and a change of clothes and told that next steps would be discussed in a few hours; for now, get some rest.
It was easier said than done, of course. After checking in with Coulson, who was expertly covering up his team's disappearance from certain government officials who were having a real hissy fit about their prized prisoners going missing, Daisy just can't manage to settle. She keeps seeing them in those cells, these heroes who would have laid down their lives to protect others, and she's furious all over again. The Sokovia Accords are a mistake, registration is a mistake—
Abandoning all hope of sleep, she grabs her laptop and goes for a walk, looping her way through the base with a vague notion to set up shop in the kitchen. If she can't sleep, she can at least get some work done. So she sets up shop at one of the metal tables, shifting around in the chair to try and get comfortable. Her injuries don't help; she'd had to refrain from using her powers so she wouldn't be recognized, and a few of the guards had managed to get in some good hits before she'd taken them down. The bruises aren't quite as bad as when she used her powers without her gauntlets, but her left arm and side are already starting to turn a nice shade of purple. It was worth it, though. It will always be worth it to do the right thing. ]
[ wanda had given up on help coming for them when they'd slipped the collar around her throat. even if it had come for the others, she knows how people view her, why she'd been locked away on the compound while the accords were debated by rogers, stark, and the others. wherever her loyalties align now, she'd once been considered an enemy. she'd once been an enemy. and whether or not people consider her one, she knows she's still dangerous.
help does end up coming, from a team she's unfamiliar with, but that turns out to be for the best. the extraction goes smoothly and one of the first things they do is take the collar off of her, and she breathes easier than she's been able to since things had gone wrong in lagos. when they get to the base, she showers, changes, and tries to sleep, as instructed, but everyone's minds and her own nightmares are too loud for her to get any rest. eventually she heads into the kitchen instead, feeling too confined by the bunk.
she's not expecting anybody else to be there, but can sense the other woman before she even steps into the kitchen. she's as angry as she is, wanda can sense that without even making the effort. it's oddly a little comforting. ]
Should I leave? [ the woman doesn't appear to be doing anything wanda would interrupt just by being there and making tea, but maybe she'd prefer to be completely undisturbed. ]
[ Daisy's not surprised to feel the movement of someone else coming closer, though she's too distracted by her screen to look up until the person enters. Wanda, the one who had been experimented on by Hydra. The one who had been restrained with a collar like some kind of animal— It takes a great deal of effort to force her anger down enough that she won't accidentally quake the kitchen; Wanda doesn't need the stress of an unexpected earthquake on top of everything else she's been through, and Daisy doesn't need the extra stress on her injuries. ]
No, of course not. [ Tilting her laptop's screen down so it's not quite visible, she gestures vaguely at the room around them. ] It's a free kitchen, chock full of... Well, not a ton of fresh stuff because we only brought the basics with us, but there's enough canned goods and packaged stuff to last at least a quarter of an apocalypse.
[ The opened bag of Oreos on the table beside the laptop gives away that she'd already raided the pantry herself. She realizes she's rambling and grimaces slightly, folding her arms on the tabletop. ] Sorry. You probably don't need me going on about canned goods after the week you've had.
[ she can sense the anger and...something else, something stronger. it's not enough for wanda to discern what it is exactly, but there's a definite power there, something almost physical. she hadn't been able to sense it before; first inhibited by the collar, then by the distraction of the rescue, but there's no mistaking it now. ]
No, it's fine. [ the distraction is actually welcome, in spite of the mundanity. wanda nods to the package of cookies set out on the counter. ] Mind sharing some of those?
[ who knows how well they'll go with tea, but she's starting to get hungry enough to not care. ]
[ Daisy doesn't know the full extent of Wanda's powers; there had been files available, of course, but so many of them included information pulled from Hydra testing that she just... couldn't. Better to hear it from the woman herself, if and when she was ever ready to share. Until then, she knows enough to understand why she'd been restrained in that way — and that makes her angry too. ]
Oh please, I need someone else to eat them or I'll go through the whole thing. [ After fully closing the laptop with a quiet click, she pulls the crinkly plastic tray free from the foil packaging, revealing that a good quarter of the cookies are already gone. She sets it back down on the table with a smile, an invitation to either join her or for Wanda to simply help herself. ] Have as many as you want.
[ wanda smiles and nods to her, starting to prepare the kettle and find the tea and mugs before sitting in front of the woman - daisy, she knows from when the rescue was pulled off and when basic introductions were made - and pulling a cookie free of the package. ]
Thank you. You're welcome to tea, too, if you'd like.
Tea would great, thanks. [ Her smile changes slightly, turning a bit softer at the offer. It's good to see this side of Wanda, a glimpse of who she must be in normal times. Daisy has the feeling they'd get along well in better circumstances — she hopes that will be the case now too.
Leaning forward, arms still folded on the table, she watches the other woman a moment more before carefully asking a simple question. ] Is there anything you need?
[ Not are you okay, because of course she isn't. Not what can I do to help, because the answer is probably nothing at all. But this... It's an offer of help that can be taken or left there on the table with the package of cookies. ]
[ it had always been in wanda's nature to be suspicious of people, and she's found it even harder to navigate them since her abilities had been activated. sure, she can read them, but she still seems to always end up getting fooled by people who want to manipulate her. somehow through it all she's still found herself with the desperate need to connect with someone, to be able to trust them.
that's a thing they have in common, she knows without needing to ask.
the wording is conscious, something as careful as it is sincere. wanda is still for a moment as she considers her answer. ]
Sleep. [ she looks back up at daisy, giving her a quietly wry smile before twisting the top of the cookie off. ] But I don't think that's coming any time soon.
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So, they'd decided to do something about it. After days of planning, they made their move. The team was small, only those closest to Coulson, and they only used resources that couldn't be traced back to SHIELD. Forged identities, stolen transport, unregistered and experimental tech — there were a million things that could have gone wrong. They might have ended up in the cells next to those famed superheroes... but they hadn't. The extraction had gone as smoothly as they could have hoped and everyone had been moved to another of Fury's off-the-books SHIELD bases, one of the last few they hadn't needed to dust off in recent years. Everyone had been settled with a bunk and a change of clothes and told that next steps would be discussed in a few hours; for now, get some rest.
It was easier said than done, of course. After checking in with Coulson, who was expertly covering up his team's disappearance from certain government officials who were having a real hissy fit about their prized prisoners going missing, Daisy just can't manage to settle. She keeps seeing them in those cells, these heroes who would have laid down their lives to protect others, and she's furious all over again. The Sokovia Accords are a mistake, registration is a mistake—
Abandoning all hope of sleep, she grabs her laptop and goes for a walk, looping her way through the base with a vague notion to set up shop in the kitchen. If she can't sleep, she can at least get some work done. So she sets up shop at one of the metal tables, shifting around in the chair to try and get comfortable. Her injuries don't help; she'd had to refrain from using her powers so she wouldn't be recognized, and a few of the guards had managed to get in some good hits before she'd taken them down. The bruises aren't quite as bad as when she used her powers without her gauntlets, but her left arm and side are already starting to turn a nice shade of purple. It was worth it, though. It will always be worth it to do the right thing. ]
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help does end up coming, from a team she's unfamiliar with, but that turns out to be for the best. the extraction goes smoothly and one of the first things they do is take the collar off of her, and she breathes easier than she's been able to since things had gone wrong in lagos. when they get to the base, she showers, changes, and tries to sleep, as instructed, but everyone's minds and her own nightmares are too loud for her to get any rest. eventually she heads into the kitchen instead, feeling too confined by the bunk.
she's not expecting anybody else to be there, but can sense the other woman before she even steps into the kitchen. she's as angry as she is, wanda can sense that without even making the effort. it's oddly a little comforting. ]
Should I leave? [ the woman doesn't appear to be doing anything wanda would interrupt just by being there and making tea, but maybe she'd prefer to be completely undisturbed. ]
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No, of course not. [ Tilting her laptop's screen down so it's not quite visible, she gestures vaguely at the room around them. ] It's a free kitchen, chock full of... Well, not a ton of fresh stuff because we only brought the basics with us, but there's enough canned goods and packaged stuff to last at least a quarter of an apocalypse.
[ The opened bag of Oreos on the table beside the laptop gives away that she'd already raided the pantry herself. She realizes she's rambling and grimaces slightly, folding her arms on the tabletop. ] Sorry. You probably don't need me going on about canned goods after the week you've had.
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No, it's fine. [ the distraction is actually welcome, in spite of the mundanity. wanda nods to the package of cookies set out on the counter. ] Mind sharing some of those?
[ who knows how well they'll go with tea, but she's starting to get hungry enough to not care. ]
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Oh please, I need someone else to eat them or I'll go through the whole thing. [ After fully closing the laptop with a quiet click, she pulls the crinkly plastic tray free from the foil packaging, revealing that a good quarter of the cookies are already gone. She sets it back down on the table with a smile, an invitation to either join her or for Wanda to simply help herself. ] Have as many as you want.
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Thank you. You're welcome to tea, too, if you'd like.
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Leaning forward, arms still folded on the table, she watches the other woman a moment more before carefully asking a simple question. ] Is there anything you need?
[ Not are you okay, because of course she isn't. Not what can I do to help, because the answer is probably nothing at all. But this... It's an offer of help that can be taken or left there on the table with the package of cookies. ]
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that's a thing they have in common, she knows without needing to ask.
the wording is conscious, something as careful as it is sincere. wanda is still for a moment as she considers her answer. ]
Sleep. [ she looks back up at daisy, giving her a quietly wry smile before twisting the top of the cookie off. ] But I don't think that's coming any time soon.