7153/Maximoff Love Medley

Maximoff Love Medley
Date of Scene:	07 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver

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Scarlet Witch has posed:
A girl has got to eat,
Or she'll end up in the street!

The famous words of Satine, a courtesan doomed to die from a broken heart and tuberculosis. She needs more than love. She hasn't even got that, and naturally food takes center stage wherever Pietro is involved. Thus at the hour too late to be dinnertime but not quite late enough to be a midnight snack, here they are in the midst of Greenwich Village.

All told, it's not that far a run from the Sanctum Sanctorum, the Avengers Mansion, or anything else reeking of power and interest. Yet here the kids from the Midwest who want to fill the world with their silly love songs gather, broke and hoping for their break. Tourists lifted up like fools wander through, coming and going. They have no reason to stare twice at the twins who look nothing like twins, proof enough that Chthon is a right bastard meddling with things.

"What is this?" she asks in Transian, staring at the menu. Some 'fusion' ideas just do not translate, not at all. She claims part of a booth, or whatever constitutes the enclave.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro had decided to take Wanda out for a meal! They hardly spend genuine time with each other nowadays and honesty, Pietro is kind of a piece of shit for that. He is always going to be there for Wanda when she needs him, and so? Here he is! They finally arive at the cafe in Greenwhich Village.

Deep Inhale.

"Gotta love the smell of cheap romance and sometimes good music." Pietro says to himself with a sarcastic look on his face, but eventually they are sat down in the booth and Pietro speaks in Transian to keep the conversation between them. "Its a menu, dear sister. So, some of these are mixtures, as you say. Some of them are really good, and I would try one." but then he turns serious.

"What is bothering you, sister? Is a boy toying with your heart? Do you need me to break his neck before he notices I was there?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"Cheap romance and good music? You are serious." This brings out a skeptical look from the witch, though she presses in a little closer to her twin. Those little touches are important, restoring the familiarity shared years ago and ever after. The bond sits there inert until within a certain distance, and then it's all affirmation of nudging him with her elbow or leaning in to peer at the menu together. Why have two instead of one? "But who puts cabbage together with eel sauce, pesto and bacon?" she asks, puzzled. "That sounds like they have taken the worst of yesterday's leftovers and put them in one thing." Distrust flashes over her features and she shakes her head firmly.

On the other hand, a bit of a smile breaks through after clouds pass over the moon. "No broken heart. I am about to ask you if this cheap romance is your way of saying you had a date." Those great gilt-green eyes turn upon him, eyebrows raised a fraction.

"Other than me. My heart is empty of such affections for others, you know that." Her hands clasp over her breast. The coat in bordeaux leather ripples. "Do you expect me to tell you a god danced out of the heavens to swear chivalrously to protect me?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro's arm wraps around Wanda's shoulders, holding her close to assure his sister that their bond, as unique as it is, remains unbreakable. He does seem to laugh a little bit. "I don't know. Americans are stupid, I am beginning to notice, with Captain Rogers being the only exception." he speaks of Captain America.

But then he grins. "Oh, no, no. no date." Pietro laughs

"A god? what? I doubt they are fastr than me." Pietro looks upset about this. "and what do you think of them?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Nestled in rather comfortably, Wanda waits for the server to come by with water. She says nothing about the choice of beverage until prompted, in which case, she is entirely dull: "Hot tea." What kind of tea earns a blank stare through her lowered lashes until the server wanders off and comes back with anything containing a side of lemon and honey or cream. It will suit her well enough. This much passes without comment, Pietro given equal opportunity -- and lots of interested hipster waitress posturing for a good tip or a phone number -- to ask what he wants.

When they are alone again, the music pouring over them, she focuses back on him. "Americans are not one thing. They are no more painted by a brush like that than Transians. Do you call all Roma thieves? Do you call all Transians lazy and bitter over a war that should have ended a millennium ago?" Her chiding is soft, no harsh force there. "Captain Rogers is special. His vulnerability is his greatest strength. I like him." There's an indictment.

Once more, though, she pokes Pietro in the side. "I could try to make you faster, but you would only use it as an excuse to rush and not enjoy things the way they should be. This god might be faster than you. He's light."

Quicksilver has posed:
The waitress would indeed come around and take their drink orders. Wanda is brought tea and Pietro is brought a simple water. Though Pietro can certainly notice the way the waitress is looking him down - she was cute too -, this was sister time. and Pietro wasn't going to jeapordize that...plus, Zatanna would be really angry with him.

"I did meet a woman though. Her anme is Zatanna...and we have been romantically involved. I think you would like her." he chuckles, before she speaks kindly of Captain America and he nods. "I like him too." Pietro gives a nod.

"However...I am uncertain. and of course i would never rush! My goodness." Pietro smiles to Wanda, kissing her temple in brotherly fashion. "I'm faster than that!" no, no he was not.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The laughter around them seethes and bubbles. The dancers on the floor are sparse, but they enjoy the company of one another, a writhing mass of teenagers and twenty-somethings taking advantage of the action at their feet. Dancing the night away isn't quite as good as the Moulin Rouge but Paris does better than New York in a few areas. The club scene isn't too exciting.

That blink of a shadow flows over her shoulder, her hair falling out of its pins that barely hold back the weight of Wanda's locks. When he kisses her temple, she sighs. "Zatanna... She has a television show?" How the heck would she know that? "I would like to meet her. If you can recommend her, it would be worth knowing her." The attempt of a smile is genuine, though shaded by a hint of protectiveness. It goes both ways.

"You are not light, brother. You can run faster. Tell me more about how you met her?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro seems to smile softly to Wanda as she speaks, though he does notice the subtle air of tension and protectiveness about Wanda. "She is a magician, yeah. I can certainly probably manage something like that, I think you two would get along great." Pietro smiles in a 'plz don't kill her' kind a way.

he does give her a tight hug though before he releaxes. "Heh, you give me credit." Pietro is now beaming with personal pride. "I actually met her backstage after one of her shows. We hit it off immediately and we went to get coffee. Next thing you know, I got her number, and we went on date after date." he smiles.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"You have experience then." The slight dip of her chin and Wanda waits for the server to lay out a cup of tea, a saucer under it, and whatever drink Pietro ordered. Food will eventually be an issue, and she points to a salad on the menu at random. Sooner or later, it will be palatable. The 'please don't kill her' smile isn't lost on the witch, though her gaze is mindful, grave and heavy with a kind of purpose. "I want you to be happy. It is why we came here, no? What happiness is there living in the shadows or pursuing a hand-to-mouth existence?"

Don't answer that question. Pietro nonetheless gets her nod and she listens, not speaking much beyond giving that particular judgment.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro starts to massage Wanda's head, letting his fingers glide themselves through her auburn hair as if he feels it may yet relax her. "Well, you already make me happy Wanda. In truth, you're the only person I need. Without you, I would be nothing." Pietro smiles beautifully to her, but then there is the waitress back again!

'hello, may I take your orders now that you have had some time to think?"

Pietro orders himself a salad, and whatever Wanda would like.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"Without one another, we would be individuals and rather boring." Wanda puts her hands around the cup and pulls it to her, grateful for the heat that spreads through her thin fingers and the flesh binding her. "I want your happiness. Another person will not change that. We do not suffocate because of that. In case you worry."

She has the salad, one way or another, and points to another entry. "These shumai, please." Because nothing like chopped vegetables stuffed in a wrapper for those children of Eastern Europe. Close enough to a pierogy to be delicious, but so much more savory and delicious. "I had a run in with a robot. They are a new kind. It knows what our genetics are, and they are violently opposed. You know of the Sentinels?"

Quicksilver has posed:
"Absolutely. But hey, it's not just my happiness. I want your happiness too ya know. You sure you ain't crushin' or hating on this god guy? I can always go and kill him for you ya know." he speaks in transian and Pietro is just smiling, because he's absolutely going to look this guy up and question the hell out of him. Pietro is the ONLY one who can be hyper-protective of Wanda.

He does seem to quirk a brow. "The Sentinels...yes, I've encountered them before. Nasty, nasty pieces of scrapmetal."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"Crushing on that god? We know one another for all of a day or two. How should I desire what is transient at best? If there was any hope of someone, and there is not, he is no doubt taken or unavailable." Because their luck in the world doesn't go with Wanda, that's for certain. Her tone speaks of that at a distance, her tea lifted to her lips. A sip later and she has yet to notice the burn possibly acquired to the top of her palate. Ow. Well, she can heal that later on, and the hyperprotectiveness doesn't extend to stopping her from suffering a scorched mouth.

"Sentinels advanced to something more. When we went to save Janet, we encountered a modified variety. I dare not use..." She holds up her bare hand. "In case they were somehow using it."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro just laughs now, apparently undoubtedly amused. "If you see him again, you should ask him out." Pietro nudges her gently. "You always assume the luck isn't in your favor. Take a risk for once, Wanda. the worst case scenario is that he says no or he has someone as you say. Do I need to hold your hand while you do so?" Pietro was being genuine. This is the first time Pietro's heard of someone being romantically interested in Wanda (that didn't sound like a dimensional invader or the king of a hyper-advanced nation). He smiles then.

the hyperprotection includes scorched mouth!

Pietro looks like he's about to destroy her cup, but then she speaks about the sentinels. "I see. It makes sense, especially if they can counter mutant powers as I have heard. I only fought one once...took it apart in a few seconds."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda lifts the cup again, sipping lightly upon the beverage. She nonetheless makes a dent in the overall level, frowning as the stinging on her senses comes to the fore. Eventually the burnt mouth will heal, but she glares at the teacup as though it just insulted their mother.

Across the room, the speakers warlbe and screech in a noisy vibration. The sound resumes playing not long after. Her fingers ease away from the tea. "I dislike rejection. We have enough of that. Hold my hand? Why not just send the letter and chaperone on my behalf? I do not know that a chivalrous god is ideal for a date, Pietro. There are diplomatic measures to worry about. Besides, it's his brother who..." She waves her hand. "I find pleasing."

Oh, damning by faint praise.

Quicksilver has posed:
That evil cup was the enemy of the universe. Though Pietro does roll his eyes finally when Wanda admits that she's attracted to Thor. "Every woman on the planet is attracted to Thor." why can't his sister be interested in NORMAL people. What's with her and deities? must be Cthon's doing. If Pietro finds the bastard, he's gonna rip out his left rib. that's right! the LEFT RIB.

But, he shrugs. But, it also means that Pietro is gonna have to kill Thor (somehow) to prevent the possibility of Wanda's heart being broken.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Bad cup! You did it all. "Every woman is, and I hardly expect anything there. It's an appreciation, nothing more. He is lovely to talk to. He has very good manners. Is there anything wrong with that? I am not /looking/, Pietro. It is strange to think people have designs to go and find a relationship rather than hoping it might arise out of something." Right rib! Left rib! All the ribs. Chthon would be happily checking the prospects right now by possessing his favourite vessel, but alas, not everything is audible.

"Besides, the last date I suggested turned out to be misguided. Not with him. So I know better." A smirk.

Quicksilver has posed:
"This is fair." and with that, Pietro leaves the talk of Wanda finding someone special is left alone. She'll find someone when she finds someone, after all, and its not his place to pick and choose. He does smile though. "Well, all dumbfounded people are." Pietro says with his ego rising once again.

But! He does look at Wanda. "Besides, we don't need anyone else. Not even dad. So long as we have each other, our lives will always be full and happy." Pietro says with a smile, looking at Wanda. "So, what else should we do tonight?"

the food FINALLY arrives.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff taps her cup and puts it away, waiting as the food is brought to them. Pietro earns another nudge from his twin, and she leans against him. "Talk of what we should do for the future. Dancing. Roaming around the city. What is it that pleases you? Hunting trouble is out of the question. Let this be happy unless we need to. Sensible conversation."

Reaching for her fork, she wobbles the top and bottom ends, considering the food. Shumai, anyone? A stab and she has one in her mouth.