12830/Point A to Point.. Wait. What

Point A to Point.. Wait. What
Date of Scene:	12 March 2021
Location:	Apartment 3A, Marcy House
Synopsis:	There was talk of dreams and of magic. There will be magicked arrows and future testing. Guinea Pig Clint?
Cast of Characters:	Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye (Barton)

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Scarlet Witch has posed:
The living room of this apartment was emtpy but a few moments ago. Then a cloud of swirling crimson and scarlet energy, almost like a living fire that doesn't burn what it touches, appears. When the crimson and scarlet start to fade, a figure dressed in red and black can be seen. And when the magical fire disappears, it's Wanda standing there. "Wait. What?"

This apartment is a place Wanda Maximoff has been before. Once or twice, when something about a mission called for her presence here. But this time? This time she had not meant to come here. That is clear in the somewhat perplexed expression she wears as she looksa round the living room. She looks down at her hands. "Now why did you bring me here, instead of where I intended to go?" However, the question.. is not answered. Not by her hands. Not by her magic.

As Wanda glances around the room, stormy weather can be seen through the glass of the windows. The rain falls in a steady torrent. The clouds up above so thick that instead of being a bit past noon, it seems closer to dusk.

The redhead breathes out a sigh and slips her right hand into her pocket. Out comes a slendar cellphone, one of the higher tech fancy ones of today's modern world. She turns it on, opens the calling feature, and selects a number. All in the space of a few seconds. Then the device is held up to her ear, and her voice is as quiet as the first questino had been. "Sorry Pietro. The Chaos had something else in mind. I'll meet you later when I'm free. Yeah, I'm fine. Yup. Love you too. Later."

That taken care of, Wanda tucks the phone away and glances about a bit more, studying where she happens to have appeared. She raises her voice above that of the previous volume, and calls out. "Hello? Anyone home? Clint? You here?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Although he can't be seen behind the bedroom door, Clint Barton is at home. The basic security system that would warn of visitors - wanted or not - is not set to detect magical beings intruding in his appartment. It works wonders against the Hood, but it's totally ineficient to prevent more powerful beings - like Wanda Maximoff - to surprise the archer at home.

Yes, he's home. Actually, she caught him... sleeping, in his bedroom. By the time Wanda started her phone call to Pietro, Hawkeye had already lowered the bow he had instinctively grabbed, recognizing the voice of his impromptu visitor. She didn't see him ready to action, but she can see the large grin on his face as he opens the door of his bedroom, exiting, bow still in hand.

Wearing only sweat pants, bow in hand and that large grin - he's visibly happy to see Wanda, he greets her in a low, sleepy voice as he walks in the main room.

"Yup, I'm home. Did I miss a meeting, or somethin'? Darn Starkphone is dead. What time is it?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
That's the problem with not having come through the front door. Or the back door if there is one. Or a window. That's where the security systems tend to be. Not in the middle of the living room, which is where Wanda Maximoff had appeared. As she turns around to the bedroom door opening, she catches only a glimpse behind him before her attention, and her eyes, are drawn to that bow in his hand. Lowered, but still. "Yeah.. sorry for the intrusion. It was unintentional," she says.

"Did I wake you?" She sounds... well, not all that apologetic, to be honest. There is a /touch/ of the apologetic there, but it really could be more. Since the Chaos brought her here, it must want her here for a reason. "You didn't miss any meetings or anything else, no. I was meeting Pietro for lunch, and...." She waves a hand around the apartment. As though that will explain anything! "It's a little after noon."

Wanda considers the archer for a moment. She looks him from head to toe, bow and sweat pants and bare upper torso and all. There's not an ounce of shame to the woman. For a moment. Then her cheeks blush pink, and she averts her gaze to the storm outside. "The storm is why I teleported. But clearly, destiny had other plans in mind. You didn't happen to be thinking about me, did you?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The archer's eyes always see everything - professional habit. Especially if the object of his attention is one beautiful woman that just magically dropped at his place in the middle of a dream. He's not averting his eyes, not being a man to deny beauty to reign, especially when it stands so close to him. After a moment, sensing that /maybe/ Wanda might not be comfortable, he turns toward the kitchen area, busying himself with brewing some coffee.

"I was dreamin'" he replies, "But if I was dreamin' of /you/, you would have noticed."

He then returns, once the coffee is brewing, and grabs a t-shirt that had been thrown on the couch, proceeding to put it on.

"Seriously, I have been thinking of somethin' lately, that I wanted to talk to you about."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff is not quite as alert and aware of her surroundings as the archer happens to be. It seems to be less than Wanda is not comfortable, and more that she just realized she was perhaps looking a little more than might be polite. The blush fades not long after she looks away. She's a bit shy, but really, she's not /that/ shy. She clears her throat a bit and turns toward the kitchen area herself. She walks part of the way in and then leans against a convenient bit of counter.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming of me? The Chaos brought me here for a reason. It does that, sometimes, but not often. Takes me somewhere other than my intended destination." There's an amused little smile curving up the corners of her mouth, the amusement dancing within her eyes.

As he returns, Wanda turns to watch what he happens to be doing. At least she's not ogling now, simply curious as to what it is he'd been thinking of lately. "What might that be? I'm all ears." She grins at that, amused at her own 'joke', such as it is.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
T-shirt now covering his upper body, Clint returns to get a cuppa of fresh brew. "Coffee?" he offers, "Trust me, next to the myself, coffee's the best thing in this hole."

Without waiting for her answer, he returns to the living room area - if one can call it that - offering a cup of fresh coffee to Wanda, then sits down on the sofa, feet automatically resting on the coffee table, between a fletching jig and a couple arrows. Gesturing to the empty place by his side, he silently invites Wanda to sit down.

Taking the time to strech his strong arms - time enough to show off maybe, who can tell - Clint then drinks some coffee. He's skipping some steps in his morning routine, but coffee cannot be skipped.

Once the hot beverage starts to work its magic, caffeine magic, the archer frowns lightly, trying to remember if he did actually dream of Wanda.

"Think of it," he finally answers her question, "Yes and no. I mean, yes, I dreamt of you. Hey, only in a platonic way!" He chuckles at that, "You were kind of fixing some arrows for me. And hey, that ain't a half bad idea. Y'know, basic trick arrows aren't of much help against magic."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The initial question is met with a nod. Then a quiet laugh. "Yes, please, to the coffee. I would like a cup." She accepts the cup as it is offered to her, and walks on into the living room area herself. Such as it is. Wanda walks over to lean near the fireplace and sip her coffee. Probability being what it is, she sips without fear of burning herself. At least, until that silent invitation to sit down. That brings her to straighten, and then walk to said empty place. She settles, and half turns so she's more facing him than not.

Wanda chuckles at his clarifaction of the dream being platonic. "It's not as though most people can control what they dream," she points out. "Whatever it was, I won't hold it against you." She pauses, and a smile plays along her mouth. "Much." She glances to the fletching jig and arrows sitting on the table, and purses her lips. She leans back against the couch and considers.

"Hmmm. I think I can do that. The question is, what sort of effect you wish them to do. At the very least, I think I can make them go boom upon impact. Or light on fire. I don't think I could do a shield, those require constant concentration and power. I might be able to cast some protection spells on your armor, though."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Well, it sure is a blessing that she can't read minds! Most of his dreams are not involving beautiful women, contrary to his own wishes. Gore, fire, death, battles, whatever but pleasent dreams. Just the thought of some of these dreams makes him frown for a moment. And then the trademark grin returns on his face as he himself returns to the present.

"Say, before we get to the arrows," he starts, a puzzled look on his face, "You said the Chaos lead you here. I mean, yeah, it's a bit chaotic," he chuckles, quickly glancing around the appartment, "You meant, chaos with a capital C, right? So if I dream of you, you'll be... alerted or directed to me? Would it work if I thought of you consciously? Just curious, it could be handy."

By the tone of his voice, Clint is now fully awake and thinking combat, tactics, fighting strategies and the like.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff cannot read minds, no. At best, she can communicate mentally with someone, but that's all it allows. Communication. Or illusions. She'd probably understand the dreams, though. Hers aren't always as pleasant as they could be. She looks curious at his verbal thought train. "Yes. Chaos with a capital 'C'. But no. If you dream of me, I won't have any idea, generally. Only if there is pressing need and destiny, or Chaos, dictates I should be in a certain place, it will take me there should I try to teleport to somewhere else."

The thought of it working with conscious thought brings a shrug to Wanda's shoulders. "It might. It might not. I think it would depend on how pressing the need was at the time. And even then... it's Chaos. Chaos is chaotic. It might take me where it would be the worst for you but the best for me." Sadly, Chaos might not be the best thing for tactics or strategy. It's called Chaos for a reason, afterall! "But, that's what we have communication devices for. Much more reliable."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The archer listens attentively to Wanda, almost choking on the coffee he was drinking, at the mention of Chaos being... a chaotic means of communication. Right. This at least is clarified. That said, Hawkeye knows Wanda enough to consider her a real powerhouse in herself, a powerful - and really nice looking - force. Telepatic communications would have been a bonus, he had to ask.

So back to the matter, the one the Chaos with a capital C brought Wanda here for: arrows. Unless there's something else he's not aware of, the arrows are the reason why she was directed to his appartment.

"Ok, well, ol' Starkphones will do. Back to the arrows, basically, anything able to neutralize a magic burst directed at me would be perfect. Right now, there's ain't much I can do against magic users, other than knock them down, when possible. You mentioned a protection spell?"%

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Chaotic and less than reliable. "My mental communication, though, is reliable. It is a witch's magic, rather than Chaos magic. Sadly, I have to cast that and it isn't permanent. And doesn't work if the spell isn't active." So, still not quite as much of a bonus as what Clint had been wondering about! Wanda smiles. "Old Starkphones only work if you remember to charge them." Logic. She uses it like a well placed arrow in this case.

Down to business, Wanda considers. "I can perhaps put spells on your arrows meant to pierce various shield types. And something meant specifically to put a witch to sleep. And yes. I can put a protection spell on your armor. Something that would deflect magic away from you. Concentrated attacks against it would eventually get through, but it'd be better than nothing."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Touché! Right, the archer usually remembers to charge the bloody thing, when it's not lost somewhere or broken into pieces. Actually, he's surprised Stark didn't bill him for the dozen phones he already /lost/.

"Cool," he says, listening to the possibilities. "Witch to sleep, check. Protection spell, wonderful. That'd give me time to counter, or hit the road. Part of surviving is to know when to disengage."

Clint finishes his coffee, then leans back against the sofa.

"Whenever you have time, then we can test it at the Mansion. If you promise not kill me!"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff nods to both of those. "I will think on it. What else? Fire? Ice? Water to put out a fire?" It would seem there are many possibilities to be had when it comes to spelled arrows. And those are just what Wanda is thinking of off the top of her head! Wanda finishes her coffee not long after Clint finishes his. She rises to her feet and carries it into the kitchen to wash it. She leaves it where it seems the best place to dry and walks back to the living room.

There, Wanda grins. "That's the thing about Chaos. I can't make any promises not to kill you. I can promise I'll do my best not to kill you, though," she says. And that has the air of a promise! With that, Wanda concentrates. Her hands both lift, and the scarlet and crimson magical fire appears there again. Slowly, it covers her hands, then her arms, and then the rest of her. When it clears, of Wanda there is nothing left to give any indication that she was ever there.

Perhaps it was all a dream?