Scott and Wanda

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Scott tracks Wanda down to ask a rather large favor of her, to keep an eye on the kids when they go to the club on Halloween. She agrees but for a price.



The exercise room was empty, something Wanda hadn't been expecting but was slightly grateful for. She settled herself under the weights and took some deep breaths. Reaching up, she gripped the bar and started slowly, muscles bunching deliciously under the strain.

By the time Scott found her there, she had worked up quite a sweat. He lingered in the doorway of the gym for a moment, watching her and noticing the obvious confidence of her movements. Clearing his throat lightly to warn her that he was there, he came in the rest of the way, smiling. "Afternoon, Wanda."

Another push and the weights were safely back in place. With a grin, she simply tilted her head back a bit and watched him, upside down, approach her. "Hello, Scott." There was no rush to move and she simply rested, enjoying the feeling of a good work out tingle through her muscles. "You do not look like you're here for a workout?"

"I do mine first thing in the morning," he said with a chuckle, responding to the easy grin. Wanda was a very relaxing person to be around, he'd found. "Actually, I was looking specifically for you."

"Oh my, that does sound foreboding." Chuckling softly, she sat up and swung her leg over the side, not paying any attention to the waterfall of curls as her hair settled back in place. "Should I be worried?"

"Oh, no," Scott assured her. "I was just wondering if I could ask you a favor." He grinned back suddenly. "Feel free to turn me down when you hear it. It's rather onerous."

"Favors beget favors," Wanda replied cheerfully. "Ask, worst I can say is no. I promise I won't laugh at you."

"Some of the kids want to have a bit of a Halloween party at one of the alcohol-free clubs in town," Scott explained, then laughed. "And I've been having no luck finding someone to chaperone them."

Slight snickering followed his question and she waved a hand at him. "I am not laughing at you, I promise. Well, not much anyway. You want me to go a club and keep an eye on the students?" Wanda thought about this for a second and looked at him slyly. "Well, you know I was already planning on going into New York City and finding a club, so it wouldn't be _that_ hard to go to this one. Have you ever read DC comics, Scott?"

Scott blinked at the non sequitur. "Not recently... why?"

"What is Halloween without dressing up? Have you ever heard of a character called the Huntress? Wears a lot of purple, skin tight clothing, a cap, killer boots..." Her eyes flashed wickedly. "A motorcycle."

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it again, unable to help the grin that slowly grew on his face. "You want my bike."

"In exchange for playing the watcher and making sure they stay in one piece, yes." Wanda leaned back on her arms and grinned at him. "Do we have a deal? I certainly wouldn't be drinking."

Scott tilted his head, remembering how Wanda had been regarding the bike. He had promised her a ride, hadn't he? "I think that sounds fair," he said, mock-gravely, and then ruined it with another smile. "I want a picture, though."

"Of what? The costume?"

"Yeah. I'm all curious now," Scott joked.

Wanda laughed, pleased that Scott was unwinding a little bit. "I'll be sure to have Haroun or Kurt take pictures before I leave," she promised, her tone going serious for a second. Before she ruined it with a round of giggles.

"I'll let you get back to your workout, then," Scott said, smiling helplessly. "Thanks a lot, Wanda. I appreciate this."

"No problem, Scott. Honestly, I'm glad I can help. And that I get your bike for the evening." Humming softly under her breath, Wanda wiggled under the weights again and effortlessly lifted it. Needed more weights.