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bakerstreet2015-05-21 02:40 pm
moosejuice) wrote in bakerstreet2015-05-21 02:40 pm
[ most likely to be rescued ]
[ hydra's data on her is almost entirely unsalvageable. she fills in the gaps of her development for dr. cho, whom she sees twice a week for tests. cho still collaborates with stark from hq. several weeks after the studies begin, he sends them a gift, a crude-looking helmet meant to amplify her abilities. "human google," he puts it, as cho tells her. wanda ends up destroying the first version when it rends her mind open too quickly, allowing anxieties from miles around to come cascading into her skull.
generally, she prefers not to interact with stark, but she sends him a very personal message after that.
the second attempt is better, and she's almost disappointed she doesn't get to act on any of her vivid threats. with several more safeguards added, she is able to control the extent of her reach. voices are heard as though through a wall and difficult to make distinct. it's cho's idea for her to seek out familiar neural patterns. wanda locates romanoff, cool under pressure and undercover several states west. they test and re-test with different scans on file. wanda locates them all but cannot affect them from afar, or suss out the particulars of their thoughts, even when they are projecting them purposefully to her.
banner's file is among them. curiously, she traces him to the centre of novosibirsk, his state so calm as to be resigned. it's a highly populated area for him but they give him the benefit of the doubt, expect him to be passing through. he's still there during wanda's second session that week. exactly there, his thoughts in a restrained panic.
with black widow on a solo mission, vision spending some sort of quality time with his pseudo-father, and the captain, the war machine and the falcon kicking up hydra's bones looking for one of rogers' ghosts, fury sends her to investigate on her own, saying "you speak the language," while looking more behind her eyes than in them. once in the city, she doesn't need stark's tech to find him, nor hill's intel once she's ascertained they're dealing with a radical off-shoot of hydra's. she merely waits at the door, head canted, eyes closed, until she senses a guard on the other side, then plucks at his fear of the hulk escaping. seconds later he's running past her with the door left ajar.
with gun-bearing men murmuring madly and weeping in her wake, she finds him half-sedated in a cell, handcuffed to a bruised child. using her telekinesis, she unchains them, leading the little girl out by the hand and hefting the barely conscious banner with her shoulder and a lot of telekinesis. back above ground, wanda searches the girl's fears for their balm: the presence of her parents, who live nearby. she walks the three of them in that direction, incites within her mother and father a need to come onto the street, and banner's cellmate sprints toward them as they stand there bewildered.
wanda returns with him to her hotel room, depositing him on the bed before peeling off her jacket, arms sticky with sweat from the burden of carrying him around as inconspicuously as possible. he rests, regardless of his will, and she contacts fury, who will have them picked up in the morning. if that's not what banner wants, he has until then to become lucid, and she believes he will. if they had drugged him into a complete stupour, they wouldn't have strapped human leverage to his arm.
salt and pepper hair tousled, an oily sheen to it from days without washing, she pushes it back from his brow, fingertips lingering over his forehead. a little red lace floats down over his thoughts, an attempt to soothe his dread of clarity. ]
generally, she prefers not to interact with stark, but she sends him a very personal message after that.
the second attempt is better, and she's almost disappointed she doesn't get to act on any of her vivid threats. with several more safeguards added, she is able to control the extent of her reach. voices are heard as though through a wall and difficult to make distinct. it's cho's idea for her to seek out familiar neural patterns. wanda locates romanoff, cool under pressure and undercover several states west. they test and re-test with different scans on file. wanda locates them all but cannot affect them from afar, or suss out the particulars of their thoughts, even when they are projecting them purposefully to her.
banner's file is among them. curiously, she traces him to the centre of novosibirsk, his state so calm as to be resigned. it's a highly populated area for him but they give him the benefit of the doubt, expect him to be passing through. he's still there during wanda's second session that week. exactly there, his thoughts in a restrained panic.
with black widow on a solo mission, vision spending some sort of quality time with his pseudo-father, and the captain, the war machine and the falcon kicking up hydra's bones looking for one of rogers' ghosts, fury sends her to investigate on her own, saying "you speak the language," while looking more behind her eyes than in them. once in the city, she doesn't need stark's tech to find him, nor hill's intel once she's ascertained they're dealing with a radical off-shoot of hydra's. she merely waits at the door, head canted, eyes closed, until she senses a guard on the other side, then plucks at his fear of the hulk escaping. seconds later he's running past her with the door left ajar.
with gun-bearing men murmuring madly and weeping in her wake, she finds him half-sedated in a cell, handcuffed to a bruised child. using her telekinesis, she unchains them, leading the little girl out by the hand and hefting the barely conscious banner with her shoulder and a lot of telekinesis. back above ground, wanda searches the girl's fears for their balm: the presence of her parents, who live nearby. she walks the three of them in that direction, incites within her mother and father a need to come onto the street, and banner's cellmate sprints toward them as they stand there bewildered.
wanda returns with him to her hotel room, depositing him on the bed before peeling off her jacket, arms sticky with sweat from the burden of carrying him around as inconspicuously as possible. he rests, regardless of his will, and she contacts fury, who will have them picked up in the morning. if that's not what banner wants, he has until then to become lucid, and she believes he will. if they had drugged him into a complete stupour, they wouldn't have strapped human leverage to his arm.
salt and pepper hair tousled, an oily sheen to it from days without washing, she pushes it back from his brow, fingertips lingering over his forehead. a little red lace floats down over his thoughts, an attempt to soothe his dread of clarity. ]
Edited (i hate that i proofread it too.) 2015-05-21 21:55 (UTC)
{{ooc: open for either role!}}
[I'll do either! After all, magic and kryptonite exist...]
[Comfortable with either role! Can run Mamoru as either brave or vulnerable, depending on what's needed.]
Mikasa Ackerman | Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan | OTA
callyourname
2015-05-21 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Either role is fine, though she's more likely to be rescuing yours... but hey it's not like I ever say no to her needing to be rescued!♥]
[either/or; his pride won't appreciate being rescued but it would be fantastic nonetheless]
[The one doing the saving. Oh what a twist!]
[Either/or as sometimes Superheroes need rescuing too.]
ooc: firstly; are you up to date with aou? if so, were you up to something post-film? I'm happy to start and totally okay with either shippy or platonic.
[Probably Rescuer being a magically entuned fellow, but as other say heroes do have off days.]
[Will likely need to be rescued from himself.]
A fledgling super hero, with a secret past as a villain.
He is also available in his civilian guise as millionaire Michael Mann to be the getting rescued.
He is also available in his civilian guise as millionaire Michael Mann to be the getting rescued.
(reply from suspended user)
[Can be rescuer or rescuee]
[He'd been on a boat.
That was his first problem right there. Jack Kelly is many things, but he isn't a sea person. He likes the ground not to sway, thanks very much, he likes concrete and pavement and alleyways. He hates the smell of the sea and air, and that isn't even talking about the shit food and the rats and the other people--
And then there's a storm. Of course there's a storm, why wouldn't there be a storm? There's been lightning and thunder and he'd thought the damn ship wasn't going to make it, because how could it-- and then there'd been a wave, so huge and powerful it'd taken his breath away--
--and now this. He's on a beach somewhere, not dead, and Jack Kelly stares blearily up at the sky. It's orange. He doesn't really understand why it's orange-- he doesn't understand a lot right now, not even why he's alive-- but it's pretty, at least.]
This wouldn'ta happened in New York.
That was his first problem right there. Jack Kelly is many things, but he isn't a sea person. He likes the ground not to sway, thanks very much, he likes concrete and pavement and alleyways. He hates the smell of the sea and air, and that isn't even talking about the shit food and the rats and the other people--
And then there's a storm. Of course there's a storm, why wouldn't there be a storm? There's been lightning and thunder and he'd thought the damn ship wasn't going to make it, because how could it-- and then there'd been a wave, so huge and powerful it'd taken his breath away--
--and now this. He's on a beach somewhere, not dead, and Jack Kelly stares blearily up at the sky. It's orange. He doesn't really understand why it's orange-- he doesn't understand a lot right now, not even why he's alive-- but it's pretty, at least.]
This wouldn'ta happened in New York.
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