Poor Unfortunate Souls - Don't Be Koi
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xp_logsTy catches Wanda and Ev by surprise to drag them off to the Bermuda Triangle. What fun.
Ev whistled a jolly tune as he walked back to his suite after a Danger Room session, twirling his key ring around his finger. He stopped abruptly when he passed Wanda's. In typical Maximoff fashion, she balanced a stack of papers in one hand and a grocery bag in another all while trying to open her door. He laughed softly at her and offered to take the bag from her so she did not have to grow a third arm to find her own keys.
"Really now," he admonished her, "You couldn't put something down first? Always doing things the hard way."
"Oh but why bother doing things the easy way if the hard way results in people doing things for you?" she laughed, relinquishing the grocery bag happily. This allowed Wanda to shift the papers to her hip so she could more easily open her door. "A far better alternative than hexing the door, I assure you." Shoving the door open with a foot, she tilted her head towards the suite. "Feel free to drop that anywhere you'd like and run if you had plans but you are more than welcome to stay for a while."
He followed her and set down the bag on the kitchenette counter. Then, being the gentleman his mother never stopped assuring he was, he started to unpack for Wanda. "Just a shower. Nothing so important it can't wait ten minutes. Unless I've gone nose-blind, in which case, buying all this food was a waste of time because now it all smells like my BO. Womp womp."
Wanda wrinkled her nose at him, pretending to sniff the air and look disgusted. She couldn't hold it for long and started to laugh. "No, you have not yet reached food killing levels of stench, my friend, thankfully. Though I am pretty sure there are more than a few settings in the Danger Room where that would be the end result. Care for some water?"
"Thank you. Very thirsty. Where do you want these buns?" He waited a second for her full attention before holding up the bag of burger buns.
"Well, those buns can...what the fuck!" Wanda cursed and jerked backwards, hands coming up before her, as someone suddenly appeared right in the middle of her living room.
Ty checked all his limbs and hair before he could make himself talk. "Oh hey, things, need you. Busy?" His words were as disjointed as his thoughts. He still wasn't used to teleporting.
Ev's synchronicity aura detected the new arrival the same moment Wanda exclaimed, and he found himself simultaneously reaching out with his aura to Wanda to synch with her and reaching out a hand to draw the butcher knife from the knife block. But the dark figure that resolved was one Ev had noticed before, even if he had never formally met the young man. He kept his grip on the knife, though.
"Bees in the what now?"
Ty shook his head to clear it. "There's a Thing. In the ocean. Weird stuff. Help please?" Okay, so the clearing wasn't going so well.
Wanda exchanged a glance of 'the fuck is he talking about' with Ev. "I understood the word help, at least," she said, taking less than a moment to chuck her groceries straight into the fridge, bag and all. "Did you understand anything else my visitor said?"
"There's weird things happening in the ocean," Ev explained helpfully. He turned to Ty and held up his (empty) hands, gesturing with the universal sign to slow the hell down. "Who's calling for help?
Ty blinked a few times and his thoughts finally coalesced into something that made sense. "Clint is on a boat with magic people in the Bermuda Triangle. They need your help." Okay, it still didn't make sense, but that wasn't unusual with this crowd.
"What magic people?" Wanda asked, voice sharp. "Amanda?" She was already moving passed Ty to grab a different pair of shoes, different identification, a jacket. The jumble of information was grating and frustrating but, even if it wasn't Amanda on the boat, Wanda could not ignore that Clint was in need of help.
"Clea, 'Manda, I think there were pirates mentioned? It's a big mess and they asked me to draft you for help." He spread his arms. "Your taxi awaits."
No time for Ev to change, too, so he waited while Wanda mobilized. He sighed. "Clint is terrible at boats. It's definitely trouble."
Ev whistled a jolly tune as he walked back to his suite after a Danger Room session, twirling his key ring around his finger. He stopped abruptly when he passed Wanda's. In typical Maximoff fashion, she balanced a stack of papers in one hand and a grocery bag in another all while trying to open her door. He laughed softly at her and offered to take the bag from her so she did not have to grow a third arm to find her own keys.
"Really now," he admonished her, "You couldn't put something down first? Always doing things the hard way."
"Oh but why bother doing things the easy way if the hard way results in people doing things for you?" she laughed, relinquishing the grocery bag happily. This allowed Wanda to shift the papers to her hip so she could more easily open her door. "A far better alternative than hexing the door, I assure you." Shoving the door open with a foot, she tilted her head towards the suite. "Feel free to drop that anywhere you'd like and run if you had plans but you are more than welcome to stay for a while."
He followed her and set down the bag on the kitchenette counter. Then, being the gentleman his mother never stopped assuring he was, he started to unpack for Wanda. "Just a shower. Nothing so important it can't wait ten minutes. Unless I've gone nose-blind, in which case, buying all this food was a waste of time because now it all smells like my BO. Womp womp."
Wanda wrinkled her nose at him, pretending to sniff the air and look disgusted. She couldn't hold it for long and started to laugh. "No, you have not yet reached food killing levels of stench, my friend, thankfully. Though I am pretty sure there are more than a few settings in the Danger Room where that would be the end result. Care for some water?"
"Thank you. Very thirsty. Where do you want these buns?" He waited a second for her full attention before holding up the bag of burger buns.
"Well, those buns can...what the fuck!" Wanda cursed and jerked backwards, hands coming up before her, as someone suddenly appeared right in the middle of her living room.
Ty checked all his limbs and hair before he could make himself talk. "Oh hey, things, need you. Busy?" His words were as disjointed as his thoughts. He still wasn't used to teleporting.
Ev's synchronicity aura detected the new arrival the same moment Wanda exclaimed, and he found himself simultaneously reaching out with his aura to Wanda to synch with her and reaching out a hand to draw the butcher knife from the knife block. But the dark figure that resolved was one Ev had noticed before, even if he had never formally met the young man. He kept his grip on the knife, though.
"Bees in the what now?"
Ty shook his head to clear it. "There's a Thing. In the ocean. Weird stuff. Help please?" Okay, so the clearing wasn't going so well.
Wanda exchanged a glance of 'the fuck is he talking about' with Ev. "I understood the word help, at least," she said, taking less than a moment to chuck her groceries straight into the fridge, bag and all. "Did you understand anything else my visitor said?"
"There's weird things happening in the ocean," Ev explained helpfully. He turned to Ty and held up his (empty) hands, gesturing with the universal sign to slow the hell down. "Who's calling for help?
Ty blinked a few times and his thoughts finally coalesced into something that made sense. "Clint is on a boat with magic people in the Bermuda Triangle. They need your help." Okay, it still didn't make sense, but that wasn't unusual with this crowd.
"What magic people?" Wanda asked, voice sharp. "Amanda?" She was already moving passed Ty to grab a different pair of shoes, different identification, a jacket. The jumble of information was grating and frustrating but, even if it wasn't Amanda on the boat, Wanda could not ignore that Clint was in need of help.
"Clea, 'Manda, I think there were pirates mentioned? It's a big mess and they asked me to draft you for help." He spread his arms. "Your taxi awaits."
No time for Ev to change, too, so he waited while Wanda mobilized. He sighed. "Clint is terrible at boats. It's definitely trouble."
