Owner	Pose
Bruce Banner	What do you do when all of your samples for the past ten hours have all exploded in your face? You try and get some kind of rest. Dr. Bruce Banner was in the living room on the first floor, just walking around and looking at the paintings on the walls. JARVIS occasionally asks him questions, like 'is there anything I can do to help?', 'Shall I call Mr. Stark for you sir?', or 'Shall I set your favorite movie on sir?'. Course, all the answers involved no. Instead, Banner finds himself sitting down on a couch, wondering what he should eat. Anything to get him out of the lab for a few minutes.
Wanda Maximoff	Fortunately, Wanda hasn't been having quite so bad a day. It has, if anything, been remarkably uneventful. No incursions from other dimensions of Mindless Ones, no multiversal tears in reality. But that can be a danger of its own as Wanda finds herself terribly... bored. And boredom crossed with incredible mystical power can be quite the trouble indeed. Which is what brings her wandering down the stairs in casual attire, her eyebrows perking at JARVIS's voice, though she waited until Bruce was done denying all those helpful offers to make her entrance, and took a few extra firm steps to /click/ her heels. Scaring her friend would be impolite after all. Her lips are quirked in a slight smile, her accented voice calling out, "Doctor Banner! Bruce. You are well? Or are the Avengers being overwhelmed by the inevitable tides of /boredom/?"
Bruce Banner	Probably a wise decision for Wanda /not/ to scare Dr. Banner straight out of his shoes. But when she does decide to speak, Bruce turns his attention to her, meek as he is, and he gives her a warm smile. Her accent causes him to /immediately/ blush however and with a clearing of his throat, he gives her a friendly smile. "I am. Unfortunately I've run into some difficulties in my lab so I was hoping for some fresh air." Though boredom? Bruce adjusts his glasses and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah. That too. But that's of course if you find science boring." Wanda probably does. Science and magic weren't quite best friends after all. "You seem like you're doing well with the time you have though. How are you, Wanda?" He pats the spot next to him on the couch if she would like to join him.
Wanda Maximoff	There's a glint to Wanda's eyes, somewhere between playful and resigned... perhaps she's just used to that reaction to her accent. Her eyebrows perk high and she murmurs out, "Oh! Nothing too worrying I hope? I admit I do not really know when you and Mr. Stark are experimenting with things we should be concerned about going wrong or not." She smirks lopsidedly as she continues to descend the stairs, a deep red turtlneck sweater clinging to her upper body, sleek dark leggings coating her lower. "Oh no, science is not boring at all! There is that man. The science guy. On the television." She chews her lower lip pensively, "I believe it is for children, but..." She trails off, eyes narrowing playfully, "I think perhaps if I watch enough I will understand one in every /ten/ words you and Tony share at times." She accepts that invitation with a soft sigh, making her way to the couch and settling down, "Oh! Today has been most quiet. I was able to indulge in some meditation, text my sister many adorable pictures of animals. The city has not had any mystical breaches of a size to be detected. It was... a good day, yes?" Those green eyes are still narrowed, "Perhaps if you find some time away from your lab you will be inspired when you return. It has worked for me when a magical incantation has been most troublesome."
Bruce Banner	What /was it/ about Wanda? Was it the way she did her hair? The way she talked? The way she wore outfits that tended to cling to her? Bruce didn't really know, but she was /striking/ in speech and figure. Her mind was fascinating, a chaotic place that he could relate to. And strangely enough, she was always so sweet to him. "Oh, you mean...Bill Nye?" Bruce questioned as she happily accepted that invitation to sit next to him. His face turns a bit more red. An odd color for him. Normally, he turns green. But he clears his throat. "Sounds like you've had a bit of fun. Your sister...Lorna, right? I've heard of her, but I don't know if I've had the pleasure." Of meeting her. Though he rubs the back of his neck. "I can try to put it in better context so you understand, that's my bad..." "Do you have recommendations? I feel like the lab is just draining me away."
Wanda Maximoff	There's a soft little noise from Wanda's throat, somewhere between purr and laughter as she clasps her hands on her knee, legs crossing, her head bobbing. "Yes! Bill Nye. I admit, originally I was only watching him because it was on the Public Broadcast channel and was more entertaining than the antiques show, yes?" Her lips press in a thin line, voice dropping to a hissing whisper, "When one deals with /eldritch artifacts/, antiques shows are _very_ suspenseful." She leans back ever so slightly, eyes sparkling, lips quirking up in the faintest hint of a grin. Because she's kidding. Surely. She must be. "Yes! My sister. Half sister, I suppose. And quite the overachiever, she has been ruling Genosha in father's stead, and is quite busy, and yet still she has time to be checking in on me." She sighs out softly. She can't blame Lorna for keeping an eye on her. In fact, she might well ahve asked her to. She shakes her head with a soft laugh, "And there is no need to spend your time dumbing down your experiments for my benefit. Certainly not if you are feeling stressed from them not resulting in your desired outcomes. I think perhaps it is better we focus on... distracting you from the turbulent emotions of things having gone awry! Perhaps with something other than Bill Nye." Those eyes narrow once more, "Are you feeling well? You seem flushed. Perhaps I should make you some tea."
Bruce Banner	Good god. Even still, her laughter about Bill Neye and how he was far more entertaining than the antique show. "In your defense, there's plenty more entertaining than the antique show." Bruce smiles at her happily, and when her lips press into a thin line, she speaks about it being suspensful when eldritch artifacts are put on. "...are they /actually/ eldritch artifacts that could go off at any moment or are they fakes?" If anyone would know the answer to that, it's either Dr. Strange or Wanda Maximoff. ...and there's a considerably more attractive person than Dr. Strange on this couch with him. "I've heard Lorna is a busy bee. She has plenty of friends at the Institute." Xavier's institute of course. Bruce teaches there on a part-time basis! "Have you heard from your father lately?" Ahem...from Magneto. "Oh?" Bruce starts to flush even more as he looks at her. He seems to angle himself to face her. His eyes soft and inviting. "It would be nice to have a distraction. My samples are turbulent and they don't really handle treatment well." He sighs sadly. "I feel...w-well, I-uhm..." He's flustered!
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda remains relaxed, her fingers lacing atop her lifted knee, lifting further until her heel is hooked on the edge of the couch, and her chin is nearly resting atop her fingers as she sighs out. "Oh, yes! Of course, most of those more entertaining shows are on the cable channels. Which I /do/ have access to now here at the mansion. To say nothing of the internet." She bites her lower lip almost shamefully for a moment, "Which I try to avoid. It is very easy to type one's own name into the search and lose oneself to... egotistical flights of fancy by reading everyone's thoughts about you. Or to find less flattering posts of course." She shrugs lightly and grins lopsidedly, "Oh, not often. Certainly, not every episode. And none of them are... /dangerous/, but some of those creepy looking old dolls?" She clicks her tongue softly, head shaking slowly, "They are unsettling for good reason. But mostly simply because of the aesthetics, yes? And I have not heard from my father. I imagine he will reach out to Lorna first. And then likely the Institute." She shrugs helplessly and grins lopsidedly, "I suppose perhaps my deciding to join the Avengers has made me a distant third in the family rankings. But I am fine with this. I would not trade our bond of friendship and teammates for father's approval." She trails off for a moment, eyes meeting eyes as she grins brightly, "Well! We will have to distract you from the samples. I am sure between us we will come up with something. You are quite the inspired genius, and I am quite the... wild card as they say?"
Bruce Banner	Wanda was relaxed. Bruce was entering a controlled panic. It's not often that people talk to him. Though his hair was somewhat long, it was somewhat refined. A fresh bit of facial hair was starting to appear on his face, and he's been working on meditation and tai-chi. He was getting athletic, adding some definition to his more slender physique. The way he sits is a bit more stiff than how Wanda was more relaxed. "I've learned to stay /far/ away from the internet. You can't look up Bruce Banner without looking up....well, you know." The Hulk. Banner doesn't need to read up on the last time he lost control or the last time he fought Abomination and broke...Harlem. But he nods. "But they probably are singing your praises quite a bit. Magic is especially enchanting to the youth." Bruce rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. "Third? Well, I have different opinions, but..." He smiles at her sheepishly. But she starts to trail off, and she meets his eyes. Bruce doesn't want to read into the situation, but it sounds like she's offering.....something. God, he's bad at this. "W-well, u-uhm...I k-kinda like that y-y-your....ahem." He looks down, then meets her eyes again with the browns of his own. "...you're absurdly pretty." BRUCE YOU IDIOT.
Wanda Maximoff	There's a soft noise from Wanda's lips as Bruce blurts out that compliment. Her cheeks might not reach the level of red to match her nom de guerre, but... well, there's a pink flush as she laughs softly, head shaking side to side gently, "Oh! Nonsense. Pretty? Well, I do try... and I'm glad to know it's appreciated." She narrows her eyes and stage whispers, "But I think your view may be skewed by the fact that some of our teammates have not been around in some time. Ms. van Dyne is quite pretty. Captain Danvers as well in her own way." She laughs softly, right eye flicking in a little wink, "And I do not think I would be third favorite of my siblings for anyone /but/ father. Pietro is..." Her lips press into a thin, solemn line. "He is very Pietro, yes?" She laughs softly and sighs out, "But come now, I think we can all admit that you are hardly unpleasant to look at, Doctor Banner!" She quirks one eyebrow archly and murmurs dryly, "Your routine may be to assist you in calming your mind, as my meditation and yoga is for me. But they do have... other benefits as well. We would be foolish to ignore them, no?" She grins lopsidedly, a touch broader, less controlled. "But... thank you. I enjoy being appreciated. It helps keep me centered."
Bruce Banner	Bruce. You. Are. An. Idiot. But then some magic of its own right happens. Wanda *blushes*. Course, Bruce doesn't really have the looks of Thor or the smile of Captain America to aid him in turning her scarlet. But he manages to get her a little bit pink! The impossible has been accomplished. Though Wanda lists off people that indeed have tremendous good looks, Bruce keeps his eyes focused on the magic mutant. "I think exactly the opposite. You're right, Captain Danvers and Ms. van Dynr are both pretty. But neither of them are you." A compliment heartfelt and sincere. Though surely, a wave of her hand and Bruce will vanish....right? Surely she must grow tired of him already. Her wink almost kills him. He can feel his heart about to beat out of his chest. "Pietro is very Pietro." He agrees, almost without thinking. "Anytime" He answers her thanks with a warm smile, but she talks about the other uses of their respective regimens and Bruce's eyes faintly fall to her lips...then to her neck..to the curves of her form...then back to her lips. "Y-yeah...u-uhm...I-I' sure we can f-find common ground..." and she doesn't find him hard to look at? Is he dead? He's dead. Right?
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda's breathing is slow, steady, an ocean of calm in a sea of... well, semi-unintentionally flustering her teammate. Those lips stay quirked, that blush remaining on ehr cheeks, though it doesn't intensify as she murmurs dryly, "Well, you see? You simply prove that... attraction is quite personal." Those green eyes are intent, staring, her eyebrows perked slightly as she murmurs dryly. "So you are being quite foolish in attempting to convince yourself you have no admirable features." Since when can Wanda read minds? She won't admit it of course, but it's less reading minds than recognizing someone who /also/ often puts themselves down internally. Her head tilts and she laughs softly, "Tell me, how often do you work late in your lab? Perhaps when I wake up and cannot sleep, I will visit and ensure you are not spending /too/ much focus on work. You are in fact allowed to have _fun_ Bruce." Those green eyes are alight with playfulness as she sighs out, "In fact, as a friend, I believe I should be quite adamant that you relax and have some fun as soon as possible. And as your experiments have come to an end... we shall find some fun, shall we not?"
Bruce Banner	Attraction is personal indeed. "You...you're attracted to me?" Or he's attracted to her. Honestly, he's too busy getting 'personally' knocked on his ass by Wanda's numerous subtleties and revelations. Though even slightly, those green eyes are reading him far better than he could ever try to read her. She reveals he's being foolish in thinking himself unattractive or unadmirable. "How did you...?" Ah. His brain clicks on now, in the minimal instance it's working at the moment due to Wanda's feminine charms. "You read my mind." Bruce chuckles softly. Though she asks him how often he works late. "Very." Bruce remarks. Trying to find a cure for the Hulk, working on trying to advance the Avenger's technological capacity, and being the standing member capable of performing surgery and other medical check-ups on Avengers members implies him to be a busy man! Then she's offering to have 'fun' with him. He should have fun as soon as possible. "Y-yeah...I-I agree...I d-don't really have any experiments to do, I-I mean, if you want, I don't..." He clears his throat. "If you want."
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda snorts, a helpless /utterly/ undignified noise as her face twists up, "I did _not_ read your mind!" She scowls half-heartedly, "If I were to read your mind, it would require intricate spellwork. Incantations and subtle, careful gestures. It would be /entirely/ noticeable and I think you would have seen the scarlet runes, even as distracted as you have been." Lips quirk in a lopsided little smile, her breath sighs out and her eyes roll. "I simply... we are not so different. Your concern is your anger and... what it may make you do. Mine is my... uncertainty and what I would do to lessen it with my powers." She points a single finger and grins crookedly, "Besides, the closest thing to fun I have had in the last week was fighting off extradimensional monsters at Coney Island and nearly being soaked by hot dog water. This is unacceptable and since we both deserve, and I think perhaps need, a release from our stresses..." Those intent eyes narrow and her voice lowers, soft and serious, that accent somehow even thicker. "I do believe I want to have fun, my friend. And while /I/ may not be a doctor. I am prescribing you fun and relaxation. Immediately." Well, she may not be a doctor, but Wanda has spoken, and she seems quite certain she's going to get her way.
Bruce Banner	Bruce smiles at her. Even in her indignation, she was something to behold. Though Bruce is strangely smiling throughout the entirety of her defense against reading his mind. "...and a woman's intuition?" Bruce adds humorously, as if to attempt to get her to laugh. Her eyes roll and she points out those similarities between them. Both of them like the color green. They both are walking weapons of mass destruction. They both are balled up from various stresses that concern their abilities. They both seem to delight in the other's company. Then her voice lowers and she prescribed them both some fun and relaxation. Effective immediately. Bruce seems to gulp but he puts on his brave face. "Okay, Dr. Maximoff." It seems he's playing along. "Lead the way." Bruce has written poetry before. He was ready to just try free falling. Who knows what will happen now?