Wanda and Scott

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Storming out in a huff is acceptable...but making sure one has a ride home is a good idea. Thankfully for Wanda, Scott's right on her heels and takes her home.



Wanda was out the front door the mansion--costumed children diving out of the way at the sight of her expression--when she realized she had no ride home. In assuming that she and her idiot brother would have had a pleasant reunion, she had not considered the fact that she would be leaving nearly as soon as she came in. Stopping, she ran a hand through her hair, and gritted her teeth.

"I am going to kill him."

"And I'm getting tired of chasing agitated women as they run away from less-than-pleasant conversations with their loved ones," Scott's voice came from behind her. He stepped out onto the front steps beside her, raising an eyebrow. "You're not going to hit me, are you? Because if you are, you can walk home instead of riding in the passenger seat of my wonderful new car."

Glancing over her shoulder, a hand still dug into her mass of hair, Wanda scowled but it held no heat towards him. "You have done nothing wrong," she said, "except for possibly not taping my darling brothers mouth shut when you had the chance. I would ask if this happens often but, well, it is Xavier's. We would fit well into one of those soap opera things." She sighed, hand dropping to her side. "Does your car still have that new car smell?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Scott inclined his head at the garage and then started over, letting her follow at her own pace. "As for taping his mouth shut... he's been through a lot, I think, Wanda. I don't know what the two of you argued about, but he's obviously exhausted. None of us are our better selves in that state."

"Perhaps, then, you should have taped mine shut," she murmured, keeping up with him with ease. "You would think that two people who talk so much would be better with words when it comes to each other. Hrmph. He...accused me of making our father proud, I told him he broke our mothers heart. It was not a pleasant conversation."

"Ouch." Scott shook his head a little as they approached the open door of the garage. He'd hit the control to open it before following Wanda out. "Well, much as I hate to say it, I could probably have predicted his reaction to your new job..."

She chuckled, a little horsely, and replied, "I should not have been surprised, either. Just at the timing, I suppose." Wanda clenched her hands into fists and then relaxed them, straightening her fingers to release tension. "It is not as though we have not fought before, though this was a little more...edged then what has come before. Both of us are tired and we know exactly which buttons to press."

Scott pulled his keys out of his pocket, clicking the unlock button as they walked up to the little silver Solstice. "I think we'll keep the top up," he said mildly. "Cold out there tonight, and your hair doesn't need any more encouragement to be wild."

"You just do not want a tribble forming from my shedded hair in your car," she teased, running a hand on the car. "She is something else, Scott. You have good taste, if I do say so myself."

"Not the fanciest roadster out there, and certainly not the priciest. But she's got a good heart. Pardon me... engine." Scott waited until Wanda had her seatbelt done up and then pulled out of the garage.

Leaning her head back against the seat, Wanda smile a little bit, though with none of her normal energy behind it. "I would say 'Oh, to be a machine' but then while I would not get hurt, I would not enjoy things like sex or drinking. Or friends." Turning her head so she could look at Scott, she asked, "How long do you think Pietro will stay?"

"I hope a while. He needs some time to rest, at the very least... we owe him that. We owe him a lot," Scott said after a moment, his eyes on the road. "Lorna, Forge... that machine at Christmas. The list goes on."

For a second, there was a warm heat in her eyes but it passed quickly. "Yes, he certainly has done a great deal of good," she agreed, eyes on the woods on either side of the road. "This is only the second time I have seen him in five years. If wishes were fishes, etc etc etc."

Scott was silent for a long moment. "He didn't choose the easiest way to fight the fight he thought needed fighting. In fact, he probably chose the hardest way. I... don't think I could have done it, in his place. To pull off that level of duplicity but never crossing the line... I think this day, or that day four months ago, rather, was inevitable. But I think we're very lucky your father didn't kill him."

A subtle wave of red light cast everything in shadows for a second. "If that had happened," Wanda responded, voice as cold as ice, "then I doubt Magneto would be living to see the next month." She huffed slightly. "Or that I would have. I need to give my brother time...I need to give myself time as well...before I go back and try to talk things out. What is that saying, about hurting the ones close to you?"

"Give him some time to rest," was Scott's advice, "and remember what life's like when you're not pretending for all you're worth to be something you're not." He gave a sigh that had a touch of weary humor to it. "Listen to me, giving personal advice. I was supposed to be stopping that."

At that, she chuckled and reached over to pat his arm. "No, the advice is very welcome, Scott, thank you. And now, if you do not mind, I shall try and nap the rest of the way there, unless you require some awake company?"
"Feel free," Scott said softly, still not taking his eyes off the road. "She's a very smooth ride."