13201/Pietro comes calling.

Pietro comes calling.
Date of Scene:	05 May 2021
Location:	Apartment 214, Hugo Building
Synopsis:	Pietro brings Willow some interesting news, and they swap cookie recipes.
Cast of Characters:	Quicksilver, Willow Rosenberg

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Quicksilver has posed:
It's been something of a day. Wanda had offered and subsequently taken him along with her back to the Avengers mansion. He's showered and dressed, and then he's headed off again. To where? He didn't say! He's wearing a button-up blue shirt with long sleeves, and his black leather jacket. To round out the outfit, he's wearing a pair of black slacks and black shoes that'll serve for the running that he intends to do. He slides his phone into his inner jacket pocket, and then he's off and running.

Where he ends up is in the city of Gotham. Outside a very specific apartment building. He takes a moment to look it over, and he retrieves his phone as he leans slightly against a streetlight pole near the street. He dials Willow's number, and then he waits. And the fingers of his free hand fidget just a bit.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Hello! Where are you?" Really she doesn't answer her phone very often. Usually she DMs everything. But Vitali was strangely missing, and he didn't know how to text. "Wherever you are, I'll come and help you!"

Of course, he would most likely send Soraya.. unfortunately Willow is not thinking too straight.

Quicksilver has posed:
There's a raised eyebrow at the way she answers the phone. "Standing outside under a streetlight," Pietro replies, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Even though he found the question odd, he does answer it. "That's not the question that I'm typically asked first, when I call someone, though," he comments, taking a moment to look towards the building. He tilts his head slightly to one side, listening a touch closer to her. "Willow, what's going on?" he asks, a flicker of concern coming to his voice. "I'm fine, and there isn't anything that I need help with, at the moment. Has something happened?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh! Pietro.. I'm sorry. My roommate has gone missing. I worry, mostly, because he's new here. Come on up!"

Willow give him the directions from the front door, including telling the front door person that she was waiting for him.

When he arrives, she brings him in. "I don't believe it! I mean, usually not their heads and soon as they have gotten far enough away they lose my number!" Well, not really. She doesn't give her number out.

Quicksilver has posed:
"It's okay, you don't have anything to apologize for," Pietro says, his tone concerned. One of his eyebrows quirks up slightly at her statement, and he frowns before shaking his head a little bit. "I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't know... when did he go missing?" he asks, a thread of worry to his voice.

He shifts his weight away from the streetlight pole, glancing towards the building. "I'll be there in less than a minute," he says, giving a small nod. He hangs up and tucks his phone away, and then he steps over to the front door to speak to the doorman. Once he's let in, it really doesn't take him long -- and he doesn't run full speed -- to reach the apartment. And there's a smile that tugs a little bit at the corners of his lips, at the sight of her there. There's a lock of his white hair that's fallen forward over his forehead, and the rest of his hair looks a bit wind tussled. "I would never dream of losing it," he says, the fingers of one of his hands fidgetting a little bit. "I did promise to call," he adds, his blue eyes showing a touch of brightness to them. "Is it your Siberian roommate that's gone missing or is it another one?" he asks, a touch soberly.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Both, actually." And at that Willow looks at Pietro. "There having.. what I mean.." She bites her lower lip. "Can I ask you? Is it better to stay away from your friends when they have problems of the heart, even if it means they might move away.. Rats. I think I've answered my own question. Bummer."

Quicksilver has posed:
The white haired fellow raises an eyebrow slightly at her answer, and then he tilts his head a touch to one side. "Both of them?" he asks, studying her for a moment. He lifts a hand, lightly pulling his fingers through his hair as he considers what she's said, and he gives a small nod. "Are they having a bit of a quarrel?" Pietro asks. "Affairs of the heart can be tricky to get into, sometimes. I mean... sometimes people just need time and space to sort it out, and other times people want to talk it out, and sometimes it's something else. Some people want someone to lean on when they're hurting. It just depends on the person. There isn't really a quick and easy answer."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow curled up on the couch, putting her feet under knees cross-legged. "I don't think they are able to express themselves. I mean Vitali said he loved Xiang. And I'm guessing Xiang wasn't able to return the favour. Except, I think there's a lot more to it. And both of them are gone."

She blinks.

"I'm sorry. I'm telling you all sorts of things you probably don't care about. What did you want to talk about?"

Quicksilver has posed:
The speedster takes a moment near the door to crouch down and untie his shoes. He gracefully rises, then slips his feet out of them before crossing over to the couch where she's sitting. "Well... that's a bit of a different problem," Pietro says. The fingers of his left hand fidget a bit, and he tilts his head slightly to one side before glancing briefly towards the kitchen and back to her. "Would you prefer coffee or tea?" Pietro offers. "There's probably more to it, at a guess. Though seeing as how I haven't met either of them, that's all it really is... just a guess. If you knew where they had gone, you could try to talk to them, depending on how things are. Or you could give them some time. It can be hard to know what the right thing to do is," he says, a thoughtful tone to his voice. Then he raises an eyebrow slightly at her last question, and he lifts one of his hands to gesture towards her. "Whatever you would like to talk about," he answers, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Of course Willow begins to blush.. again. "Sorry. I should be treating *you* like you are the guest. Come on, we'll get it together. I prefer coffee, but my roommates prefer tea. Which one do you prefer? The tea kettle, or the coffee machine?"

As she asks, she pads across the living room into the kitchen. "I've got some cookies too." She's always got cookies.

"It's not really fair to get your opinion of my roommates, especially as I've told you about everything I know. I just feel sad for them. Maybe having them sleep in the same room started this problem. I was only trying to give them a place to stay. Maybe this is the universe's telling me to butt right out."

Quicksilver has posed:
"It's okay, you don't have anything to apologize for," Pietro says, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. He lifts a hand, pulling his fingers through his hair and giving it a mild tussle. "I would have rummaged your cupboards until I found what was needed. Together is perhaps better... less rummaging," he comments, giving a small nod to her. "Coffee, please," he adds. Which isn't to say that he doesn't like tea, he's just more in the mood for coffee -- or he's choosing for her preferences to be a gentleman. Could he really be doing that? Maybe!

One of his eyebrows quirks up a touch at the mention of cookies. "What kind of cookies?" he asks, curiosity getting the better of him. Cookies are good, even though he doesn't look as though he eats very many of them.

"My opinion has limited value," he says, his brow furrowing slightly. "It's understandable, to feel sad for them. You care about them. The universe seldom makes such bold statements, I think. It's a kind thing, to give them a place to stay. How long have they been your roommates?" he asks.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The coffeemaker it is! And she put out two mugs while it begins to perk.

"About a month? Tali was in the woods, and Xiang was in an old factory. I just couldn't say to one of them come, and the other one stay. I just couldn't!" Willow was still very worried. "The biggest point is I wrote a note.. and I guess it wasn't enough." Or worse, Xiang had flown from the Embassy, and was truly gone.

As for cookies! She just baked: Chocolate chips, and Peanut butter.

"Here, put some on a plate. Both kinds, please!" After all, she liked both kinds. "Sugar? Cream?" She poured out two coffees, and doctored them.

Quicksilver has posed:
"Given that they've been your roommates for a month's worth of time, I'm not sure that I'd be too quick to point the finger at them staying in the same room being the issue. Or the underlying cause. There might be pieces of the puzzle that are missing," Pietro offers, watching her. "You wanted to help them both," he adds, giving a small nod to her. "It's a noble thing, to try to help people," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Any number of things might have happened with the note. If you weren't the one to deliver it, and you weren't there when it was delivered... well... it leaves a lot of possibilities," he says, a thoughtful note to his voice. His fingers fidget a bit, and he gives a small nod to her at the suggestion about the cookies. And he goes about opening cupboards in search of the plates, taking one out when he finds them and then setting about placing some of both kinds of cookies onto the plate. "They smell good," he says, a smile coming to tug at his lips. "Both, if you please," he requests, in regards to the coffee, giving a small nod to her.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"So say you!" Willow dutifully adds cream and sugar to his coffee. "Those my best cookies.. Oh and hermits. But I can't figure out oatmeal. I mean, they taste ok, but not like these do. Living room?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff tilts his head a touch to one side, and he gives a nod. "So sayeth me, mmhmm," he says, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. "Did they know each other prior to becoming your roommates?" he asks, curiosity coming to his voice. He watches her fix up the coffees, and then he looks to her at the mention of hermits. "What are hermits?" he asks. "Oh, oatmeal cookies have a trick to them... you have to not overmix them. And add some cinnamon, too," he comments. He reaches out to the mug of coffee that she'd fixed for him, picking it up, and then he gives a nod to her before lifting his other hand to gesture for her to precede him. "After you," he offers, a smile tugging his lips.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
She leads, back to the couch where they had begun.

"Cinnamon. Hrm. I'll try that." Willow takes up her spot again.. "And hermits.. they kinda have all the spices, and sometimes they can have walnuts and raisins. Depends." She thinks about the boy though. "They did know one another, but for a very short time. Tali is from Siberia, and Xiang is from China. Tali, at least, had a series of dreams leading to here." Xiang.. she didn't know. "How about you?"

Quicksilver has posed:
"It adds that little... something... to them," Pietro says, giving a small nod to her. He lifts his mug, taking a sip of the coffee, and then he closes the rest of the distance to the couch. He settles there, folding one of his legs beneath himself as he does. "I've never had hermits. They sound as though they would be quite good, though," he says, considering what she's said of them. He thinks on what she says of her roommates, and he finds himself giving another nod. "Both of those places, depending on the regions, can be worlds apart from what it's like here," he comments. He tilts his head a touch to one side, studying her a moment. "Mmm? Well... I tend to do more cooking than baking, but... I have these monster cookies that I make sometimes. Oatmeal, peanut butter, chocolate chips. Waiting. It is an extra bane when something is baking," he says, giving a soft chuckle.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
That causes Willow to laugh. "Actually I was wondering how long you had been here. In America." But she is interested in his cooking. "See, I'm not a good cook. Which may be a problem I had doing potions. It's the bane of my existence. Anyways, I keep on practicing!" As rat Amy still waits.. and waits..

Quicksilver has posed:
The white haired man tilts his head a touch to one side, and he gives a soft chuckle. "Ah, that does make more sense to ask," he says, glancing to her, a flicker of colour rising and falling in his cheeks. He lifts his mug, taking a sip of his coffee. "It's... been a few years, now. We came to join the Avengers, Wanda and I. To help people, to do what's right," Pietro says, turning his blue gaze to her. One of his hands fidgets a bit, and he lifts it to pull his fingers through his hair. "I learned to cook out of necessity. To survive," he adds, watching her a moment. "I can't say that I know about making potions, but if it requires cooking... perhaps I can help, in some way?" he offers, uncertainly.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Again, Willow laughs."You should see your face right now. It's all right. I've got to get the right proportions, with the right words, at the right times. It's not really my favorite subgenre of magic."

She nods. "I'll bet you like them. They're often in the news.. though really it's Mr. Stark we hear about. I almost applied for a job with him. Well, not like he would have known me."

Quicksilver has posed:
There's a duck of his chin at her words, and a sidelong glance in her direction, a sheepish sort of look, and a bit of colour that returns to his cheeks. "That bad, is it?" he offers, then gives his head a small shake. "Perhaps Wanda might be of some assistance with the potions. She has agreed to teach you," Pietro says, giving a small nod to her.

He tilts his head a touch to one side, and then he gives a nod. "It was not always the case. They're good people who are trying to do the best to protect people, to make things better. I try not to let the news cameras catch me. Although, I'm usually running if they do, so," he comments, glancing towards her and quirking a bit of a smile. "No one gets to know other people without introducing themselves first, right?" he comments.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Mr. Stark?!?" Willow shakes her head. "He's famous!" As though she hasn't met Superman. "I have a good job. I think. I just started it.. Wait a minute. She did..? Wanda? Wait.. Did you actually ask her?"

For the moment she is flabbergasted. But pleased.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro raises an eyebrow slightly, and then he gives a small nod. "Mm, he is. But it doesn't mean that he isn't unapproachable. I mean, I get how it might seem that way, though," he comments, tilting his head a touch to one side as he looks to her. "Some of the others are more... prominent. I'm just the little bit of blue, sometimes," he says, giving a small nod to her. "It's good, to have a good job. And one that you like, too. And yes. I did ask her. And she said yes. I promised that I would, Willow," he says, raising an eyebrow just a touch before he takes a sip of his coffee.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Yes, but.. people always make promises. I really wasn't figuring you would." Willow smiles then. "You really said you were going to, and you did. Thank you."

Quicksilver has posed:
The white haired man gives a small shake of his head at that. "Such promises should not be made," he says, his brow furrowing a little bit. "I try to only make promises that I intend to keep," he says, giving a small nod to her. "Mmhmm, I said I was going to, and I did, later that night. After the trolls came back to Central Park, at least," he says, a smile quirking at one side of his lips. "You're very welcome, Willow," Pietro says, giving a nod to her.