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So, what are you in for? [ she should probably be in solitary 24/7 but this was before she took a few guards out, and they were still letting her out for meals. she plopped down her tray across from the fellow psych ward inmate, all bright and cheery, in spite of the drab clothes. ]
Blew up Antartica. [Or at least a pretty big chunk of it. He also sounds more cheery than he really should but then again, he doesn't plan to stay here long.] But really, I think it was the mad laughter that put me over the edge.
[ the words come out with a definitive edge to them, one that might surprise wanda when contrasted with the usual whimsical tone that harley takes. she's staring at the warehouse, arms folded saucily over her chest, but there's something to the body language that seems defensive, too.
there's a been a lot of that, since the joker stung her one too many times. since she made something that counted in her twisted mind as friends. ] Just this one?
[ wanda should say no, that's The Right Thing To Do™, but if the clusterfuck with the raft taught her anything it was that The Right Thing To Do™ was subjective. flag, she knows, won't approve, but he isn't the one making the decisions right now and once she explained, well, he isn't a monster. he would understand eventually.
she doesn't have to read harley's mind -- and she won't -- to know that this is something she needs. steve and natasha and sam and tony had given wanda an outlet for her grief, harley deserved the same. ]
Alright. [ she finally relents with a nod of her head, as the red fades from her eyes and she is positive no one is alive inside of it. that same red sparks across her fingertips; if the fire gets out of control she will contain it. ] Go for it. Be careful.
Is there a careful way to burn a building to the ground? [ she raises an eyebrow at wanda challengingly, a bit of the heaviness falling away already with the permission given, a teasing note in the words ] Cuz I never learned that one.
Don't burn yourself down with it, [ wanda clarifies with the ghost of a smirk. since clint retired there has been a serious lack of sass on the team unless natasha or sam are in the room. ]
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[ the words come out with a definitive edge to them, one that might surprise wanda when contrasted with the usual whimsical tone that harley takes. she's staring at the warehouse, arms folded saucily over her chest, but there's something to the body language that seems defensive, too.
there's a been a lot of that, since the joker stung her one too many times. since she made something that counted in her twisted mind as friends. ] Just this one?
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she doesn't have to read harley's mind -- and she won't -- to know that this is something she needs. steve and natasha and sam and tony had given wanda an outlet for her grief, harley deserved the same. ]
Alright. [ she finally relents with a nod of her head, as the red fades from her eyes and she is positive no one is alive inside of it. that same red sparks across her fingertips; if the fire gets out of control she will contain it. ] Go for it. Be careful.
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