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Apprentice-shipping

APPRENTICE-SHIPPING

From the moment we begin our lives, we're learning. It's imperative to surviving, to growing - don't walk in the shadows, it's dangerous, don't touch the fire, you'll be hurt. These days, most continue to hone this natural instinct with formal schooling, but that's certainly not the end all, be all of knowledge. If you go to school or not, if you have the opportunity or otherwise, you won't stop sharpening your mind after those formative years. That's just not the way our incredible brains work.

You, specifically, have actually decided to something equally incredible: you want to really dedicate yourself to learning a skill, and what better way than an apprenticeship? Formal or informal, you're under someone's tutelage, absorbing everything they can teach, growing closer to them in the process...

...unfortunately, though, you've gained a little something extra with that bite from the fruit of knowledge. You've fallen for your mentor.

Do you realize this pitfall immediately, or will you have to learn the hard way?

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[Most likely apprentice.]

[So there's totally an age difference here so we could keep it gen if you prefer - but maybe after Civil War and the mess of a fallout, Wanda could hide out with SHIELD? Learn from Coulson?]

[ How about we start out gen and see where it goes? I like the premise you have and would love to try it out. ]

[I need a favor.

It's funny how things always seem to start out small. While Coulson remained in the shadows, directing the rebuild of SHIELD and even invoking the Triad Protocol to provide a spare helicarrier to help save Sokovian innocents, he never quite stopped looking after the Avengers.

So when Steve Rogers came to him looking for a favor, Coulson listened. Barton, Sam, Steve, they could handle living life under the radar. They had the training and the expertise to do it. But not Wanda. She needed both protection and training and if Steve could trust anyone with her care, it was Phil.

So here he is, waiting in a diner in Wheeling West Virginia of all places, drinking a cup of day old coffee and waiting for her to arrive. Her file was already built from the ground up, a Sokovian refugee who manifested Inhuman abilities and would train with the other Inhumans who were now part of SHIELD.

Not exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either.]

Edited (spacing went all wonky on me) 2017-07-18 18:57 (UTC)

[ Wanda needed protection both from herself and the outside world. From the Accords to this point, her life had been turned upside down once more. Being on the Raft, with a collar around her neck and being treated like a criminal, it was enough for the young to withdraw into herself. She understood what Dteve was trying to do for her, but she felt numb. While she had forgiven. Idiom for keeping her under house arrest, she was wrestling with her anger.

She couldn't control the fears of others, but she could control her own. Though it was solely tempting to give in, make people think she truly was the monster they believed her to be, but the thoughts were never turned into actions. She was trying to make up for the sins she committed in the past...and she would continue to do so with or without the label of monster.

Coming up to the diner was a beat up Tahoe, with Steve driving and Wanda in the passenger side. Both wore hats and sunglasses to keep their faces hidden. Steve was trying to give Wanda space, but he encouraged her to trust Coulson. They spoke in hushed voices and parted with Wanda giving her teammate a sad smile. She got out of the car with a duffle bag in hand and went inside the diner. She spotted Coulson and took a seat across from him. ]

Take it you're Agent Coulson?

[If Steve could still trust anyone even remotely connected to any organized system, it was Coulson. He'd take good care of Wanda and more importantly he would teach her and keep her safe.

He offers her a mild smile.] Call me Phil. 'Agent' is probably a little too cloak and dagger for a town like this.

Steve sent me your file, and I've done a fair amount of reading on my own. [He and Maria Hill still kept in touch now and then.] You need a place to train but more importantly you need a place that's safe. We can give that to you.

[ Wanda had her guard up. After the past few days, she needed to stay on alert. As much as Steve had trust in Coulson, he needed to earn it from her. She doesn't said anything, crossing her arms over her chest. Yes, she needed more training, but she also had to stay out of sight. No doubt there were plenty of people who would be terrified of her if they recognized her.

A bitter chuckle left her lips. ]

Forgive me if I don't take your word for it. [ The notion of feeling "safe" anywhere was laughable. She thought the Tower was her home, a safe place, but it was her prison for a few days---without her knowledge. Tony placed her under house arrest and made Vision her warden. That was fun--not. ]

Edited 2017-07-18 23:52 (UTC)

[In his time in SHIELD, Coulson has won over Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff and even Bobbi Morse. He's more than willing to put in the time to prove to Wanda that he's there to help.

An easy nod as he settles up the bill.]

It's okay. I know it'll take some time. But I think we can help you. Daisy has already built a file, you can join SHIELD right away.

[Clint nor Natasha had powers like Wanda...so it might take more time for the dark haired woman to be won over by Coulson. There are very few people in this world she trusts anymore, Steve being one of them. She doesn't know why she couldn't stay with him, but she didn't question him. He gave an order, and she would follow it.

She gives him a blank stare. Doesn't Coulson know what happened to the last team she joined? The one that was soon divided in half? The one that went to war with itself?]

You want me to join your group? One that was a sector or part of the Avengers? [Coulson will have to do more to convince her.]

I'm saying we have something we can offer you that life on the run can't. The chance to train. You have abilities, but you need more than that if you're going to stick with the people you've chosen.

SHIELD may not be perfect, but I trust my team. We've been through a lot together, including getting that helicarrier to Sokovia in time. [They've had their own internal struggles, sure. But Coulson has faith in his people.]

I can't force you to make that decision. Steve called me because he trusted me to help you, and I trust his assessment of you.

[Though she has kept a calm, albeit cold, demeanor around Coulson, her eyes widen slightly. The helicarrier that saved so many in Sokovia...that was done by his team. She would never forget that day. The day where the world stood still for her. The day her heart broke. The day she lost her brother...

And without that helicarrier, they would've lost more lives.]

I didn't know. I assumed it was Steve or someone in the Avenger's doing. We were trying to get so many people to safety.

[But they still lost people. Good innocent people...but she couldn't dwell on that. She needed to stay focus and figure out what she needed to do. If Steve could trust Coulson and his team, maybe she could too.]

I'm not...eager to join another team, but...I will strongly consider joining yours, Coulson.

I know you were, the entire team was. I'm only sorry we couldn't have managed to do more.

It'll be a learning process for us both, I think. But if we can agree to work together I think we can consider that a good start.

[Well, he is a Potions Master. And also pretty damn good at the Dark Arts and Occlumency.]

apprentice. not interested in smut.

[OOC: Summoned by the header :) Canonmates and cross-canon welcome, prefer to be the master. Age difference a fave and leaning towards the smutty side of the Force.]

[ooc: Care for a Wanda? ]

[OOC: Most definitely!]

[ Cool beans! I'm thinking they're both tip-toeing or ignoring the budding tension between them. Because they're both supposed to be professional and not cross the lines of master/apprentice?]

[OOC: And then something snaps it? Sounds good to me. Are you good to start?]

[ Yup, something snaps and they have to address it. I can whip up a starter if you want, but it will take me some time. I hope that's okay. ]

[OOC: Not a problem.]

[ Dr. Strange was, well, an interesting man of many talents. Someone who recently teamed up with the Avengers and had a better understanding of Wanda's powers. He seemed to understand what she could do and knew she could do more. No one else on their team knew what to do with her, how best to train her, so having Dr. Strange in the picture, it made sense for her to learn from him. His methods were vastly different from what the dark haired woman was used to, but she had to adapt.

It was amazing to be able to learn from someone who had abilities similar to her own. The chance to go full force, not holding back for fear of harming him. She studied with Stephen, learning as much as she could. Over the past weeks, the apprenticeship turned into a friendship. Stephen Strange was a handsome man, there was no denying that. However, Wanda had to keep herself from thinking beyond that. He was her teacher, her friend. He could not be anything else. She didn't want to change the dynamics between them or create friction within the team.

So she ignored the way her heart fluttered each time he gave her a soft smile or when he touched her, adjusting and correcting her form. It was a stupid crush, really and in time it would fade away.

For now, she was focused on meeting with him for their daily lesson. ]

[The first few times that Wanda had visited the Sanctum for their lessons, Wong had been there, and the taciturn sorcerer's expression had been... chagrined. He was aware of Stephen's history before he first began to learn magic himself, and although Stephen was a great distance from that arrogant, self-serving man, there was still some of him left. Enough, to be sure, for him to appreciate Wanda for her beauty as well as her talent.

But Stephen still felt on probation, to an extent, as a sorcerer, and so for that and many other reasons, he pushed aside his less than appropriate thoughts whenever he and the young woman were together. It was easy enough when he discovered how quick and clever she was, and how much they had to teach one another about the nature of sorcery.

As today's lesson would likely to prove taxing physically, Stephen greeted his student in a large, open chamber far too massive for the Sanctum's outward appearance, wearing only a simple blue tunic with his trousers and boots, rather than his full complement of robes. He'd suggested Wanda dress for working hard, as well.

Stephen smiled as she entered.]

Right on time as always. How are you today?

[It was odd to say she dabbled in magic now, or that her powers were had magical elements to them? To her it was still a means to protect, and to wield, but the finer points were something she was still grasping. It was hard to train with the rest of the team. Sure, they all had their own abilities, but nothing as unique as hers. When Stephen Strange came into the picture it felt like Wanda had someone who would help her grow with her powers and understanding of them.

She came dressed to the sanctum in black form fitting work out pants complete with a scarlet top and thing jacket. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail, wanting to keep each strand away from her face. It was better this way, just in case they ended up playing with fire and got too close to it. Though her outfit was meant to help with their training, it certainly hugged her curves and showed off her body.

There was a nod of her head, followed by a soft smile of her own.]

I'm well, happy I'm not late. I thought I was going to be, but here I am. [She made it in one piece, and that's what really mattered, didn't it?]

Yourself? [It was still hard to figure out if she should call him Stephen (too personal, not professional), Teacher (which he was), or Master (which he was, considering she was learning from him). There was Doctor Strange, but that sounded too formal for her tastes.]

What will we be going over today?

[OOC: I am so sorry. Been dealing with a bunch of RL stuff. If you've moved on, I totally understand.]

[It was a fascinating balance between both teaching and learning when it came to his time with Wanda. Although he knew quite a bit and had found it surprisingly easy to apply the techniques and principles he'd learned from the Ancient One to Wanda's powers, her manipulation of magic was not exactly like his own, either. Just another reason to continue working with her.

He was, also, still a mortal man and he did not miss the way Wanda's clothes fitted her, giving him more than a few fleeting inappropriate thoughts. Stephen had always kept himself fit, but sorcery training was suprisingly physical, and his sleeveless tunic displayed some of that as well.]

Doing well, Wanda, thank you.

[He wasn't one to stand on much formality, and so he never pressed her to call him anything in particular.]

I'm assuming you've been given some instruction in self defense? I've been finding lately that I've had to go toe-to-toe with adversaries of late, and I thought it would be a nice change of pace to study how to incorporate magic into hand-to-hand combat.

Edited 2017-07-28 23:50 (UTC)

[Could play either role]

[Friendliest little demon you ever did meet would make a lovely apprentice. Backstory in the journal, if you'd like to peruse. Love having her discover the world.]