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Get your gen texts!

texting meme

You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[Oh she knows this...classic example? Vision. Friends..and she sometimes catches herself looking at him. Ahem.]

I would greatly appreciate that, thank you.

But, my offer still stands. I would like to get to know you, Claire.

[That was different. If Claire was ever around Wanda and Vision together, it would take her all of two seconds to see the puppy love. Appreciating Captain America's ass, on the other hand... that was just a god given right of anyone who liked men and was breathing.]

I'll send it now. But I don't know why you'd want to get to know me. Unless tales of what a sucker I am for patching up heroes is getting around. Then I'll have to go kick some super asses.

[And Wanda would deny it. All of it. Because, who has time for relationships? ...Maybe she should just introduce Claire to see and see what happens.]

Thank you.

Because there aren't many people who understand and see certain things in this world...and maybe I want to get out of the Tower for a little bit. Or would you prefer to compare notes on who to properly kick someone's ass?

That much of a hassle to hang around a bunch of super people? Trust me, I know.

[She did not, however, know that she was speaking to one.]

Some are a hassle--no, no it's just Tony. Can't do too much with him though. Only time will tell if yelling will work.

Coffee? Or tea? Either way, my treat.

[Ha, she'l be in for a surprise, won't she?]

Coffee's good. You close to Harlem?

No, but I can be. Is there a place you prefer to meet at?

Morningside Coffee & Biscuits. They have good snacks too.

I haven't heard of them, but I'll find it.

Meet in half an hour? Or, are you busy today?

Funny how being out of work frees up your days. I can meet you in 30.

I'll see you soon. When I get there I'll text you again.

[ Cause she can't really say look for the woman in a baseball cap, can she? ]

[It was Harlem. So many baseball caps, Wanda.]

It's a plant. See you then.

[ Its not that she doesn't know but, she doesn't get out much. It's hard to keep a low profile. ]

A plant? I'll keep an eye out..

[ But give it thirty minutes and Wanda is in a baseball cap, sunglasses and jeans. She's trying to blend in and she has no idea what Claire looks like. So she'll wait in front of the coffee shop and send a text. ]

Im here outside.

[...whoops. Plan, Wanda. That was her bad.]

I'm already inside. Table in the corner on the left. Tan jacket.

[She'd been looking for a new face, and Wanda definitely stood out as someone that was new to the area.]

[Wanda read the text and headed inside. She first removed her hat, but kept her sunglasses on. It was easier to spot Claire from the description she gave her. She walked closer until she was at the table.]

Claire? [Her glasses come off, letting Claire see shes' talking to Wanda, an Avenger..hopefully no one will interrupt them.]

Thank you for meeting with me. May I sit?

[She knew the face, but not the name. Well, not that the red flying woman that had been there when the bit of the world had crashed back down had one, or that it was Wanda. Now she was putting two and two together, and she had to admit to being a little confused still.

At the question, she gestured for the seat opposite her, nodding as she slid over a small one-sided menu.]

That's what we're here for. Though, again, not really sure why you would bother with me when there's... well. Others. Like you.

[ The menu interests her a little, but her main focus is Claire. Hopefully no one interrupts them, cause she's not here for a meet and greet. Then again she would rather take excited fans over scared ones. Those weren't the most pleasant to deal with.

She takes her seat across from Claire. ]

Do you really think any of them would be willing enough to meet with me? Someone that's not of their circle and much less popular? [ Even she would be skeptical if she wasn't already part of the group.]

You're placing too little on yourself. You have your strengths and honestly, it's nice to speak to someone who isn't blinded by their own agenda. [ Like Danny and most likely the others. ]

Honestly, I don't even have an agenda. I started out just wanting to stay out of two Titans clashing, and wound up giving too much of a damn about people that I started to care about. Now? I just want my friends to stay in one piece. For my city to not keep getting beat all to hell. We're New Yorkers. We're resilient. But we also need a break.

[She lifted her head when the waitress came over, ordering a flavored latte and a piece of banana bread.]

We share the same sentiments. [ To keep their friends and loved ones safe. Wanda wanted that for Sokovia, for Pietro and now she's left with defending her friends and her new home. ] Peace, as much as we want it, is fleeting. This quiet period is needed, but...there's always something on the horizon. It's very hard to accept but harder to ignore. [ Especially when innocent lives are involved.

Wanda orders a small latte for herself, nothing else. The waitress nods and placed their orders. ]

How have you been handling it?

Yeah, well, that 'something on the horizon' had been getting weirder and weirder lately. Carjackings, I expect. Maybe a mugging. A rape attempt. Something human weird. Instead? We're getting aliens and undead ninjas and I just... I feel like I don't even live in the real world anymore.

[She pulled out a napkin from the dispenser, fidgeting with it as she talked to a woman who could apparently fly and throw red weird energy bolts around. Claire was feeling more and more like the proverbial third wheel.]

Day by day. I hope I don't get a phone call or a knock on the door, but I also hope I do, just so I know they're safe.

I still feel that way at times. Thinking this...is all a dream and I'd wake up and see my brother, but this is the reality of it. I want to say it gets better, but only marginally. At least you have others to talk about this. It's not all in your head.

[ She looks at the napkin Claire starts to fidget with and she can't help but wonder if she's unintentionally making Claire uneasy--if it's the conversation or that it's her. ]

After today, if you don't want me to contact you I won't. I don't want to add onto your stress.

I'd heard you lost your brother in the... the incident. I'm sorry. Family is pretty important, and a lot of times, the only thing you can count on.

[Of course, family could also stab you in the back and make bullets out of alien metal to kill you with, but some families were just messed up.]

What? Oh, no. It's... I just don't know what you expect me to be able to do for you.

Which incident? There are several...but yes. I lost him. He was my twin. [ Losing family was hard, but he was her twin. They had been together since they were born. Losing him left Wanda angry and devastated. But now isn't the time for that. ]

I don't have any expectations. I only wanted to talk, get to know you better... [ And the waitress comes by with their drinks and the loaf Claire wante. Wanda murmurs a thank you to the server. ]

It's not easy to talk to people who don't have an ulterior motive, and I haven't had the chance to really explore New York. [ Because of...you know saving the world and people staring at you doesn't help. ] How long have you been a nurse?

[A smile for the server, and a sip of her drink, Claire watched Wanda, wondering again what it would be like to be so different. No matter what she did, she kept falling in with the types of people that changed the world. Maybe it was time to stop fighting that and start figuring out how she really fit into that.

The question had her chuckling and rolling her eyes.]

Too long. But I'm not a nurse anymore. Not a working one, anyway. I'm not big on working for places that cover things up.

That sounds like an interesting story, albeit a familiar one. A place meant for one thing, but it's covering up something darker.

[Like HYDRA...like the experiments and other lovely things.]

Are you looking for work in the private field then? Or strictly patching up others when they have no where to turn?

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