10404/Omnomnoms of March

Omnomnoms of March
Date of Scene:	09 March 2022
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Kitchen
Synopsis:	Some of the Avengers talk about cooking and cleanup.
Cast of Characters:	Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Pietro Maximoff, James Barnes, Carol Danvers

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Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Sometime around the afternoon is a legitimate lunch time. Late for some, early for others, right? Wanda sits on the counter holding a bowl in her lap, whipping up delicate Manuka honey and a heavy draught of whipped cream. Sliced strawberries sit on the chopping board next to her, bleeding pools of red juice atop the wooden board. They present pretty snippets of tasty goodness, packed with energy and charm. Clearly they were not grown around her. The thick whipped concoction takes a fair bit of manual strength to bring to peaks worthy of dumping the strawberries in, and the action packed sugar rush waiting to happen gets a few more dabs of vanilla from a bottle.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff is entering in over to the Mansion, some papers over in front of her as she does so. Something that's written over in ink, old, and the papers have the look on them of something that was photocopied many times over and faded long since into near illegibility. As she would etner in, she would go to shuffle them over, fold them up over long since ancient creases, and put them over to a pouch on her waist. Looking to the Scarlet Witch, "Wanda."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The kitchen looks clean other than for Wanda's efforts to create dessert. Everything has its proper place and the huge industrial dishwashers pummel the remains of lunch from the dishes inside, probably managed by Jarvis. The knife and plate already used by the witch sit in the sink, waiting to be washed or wished into cleanliness. She keeps working with that whisk to create a fluffier substance that probably destroys all kind of dietary goals. But still, licking her finger clean of the whipped fluff makes her ever so happy. "Mmm!" This greets Natasha's appearance, the sentiments of many spoken aloud or at least in a sound. "Are you transporting a hidden copy of the Constitution? Like the movie, with Mr. Cage?" she asks.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro had been around the compound more often, these days. Patrols of a blur were reported and logged in the appropriate books. He was making sure he was helping out, working with the team. Those that had run into him had mentioned he'd even been working on his demeanor!

Zipping into the kitchen, he came to a halt near the coffee machine. Looking over to Natasha and Wanda, he offers a polite nod. "Afternoon, both of you." He offer, even as he moves to pour himself a cup of joe.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would turn her attention over at Wanda, "Some old files related to the Spetnaz. I was just reviewing them to see if anything might pertain to separate field operations. Nothing related to here." Probably SHIELD related then. Nothing classified if she was bothering to read it out in public. "Pietro, I hope that you're well." Adding, "And how is the queen doing?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The twins may not look alike, fraternal and all, but they certainly hold odd qualities in common. Foremost among them, Wanda /knows/ where her brother is in relation to herself. Not an active effort to prove she knows where he might be, but a low-lying awareness always rings in the back of her conscious mind. When the shifting jot of the compass needle turns, her stirring hastens again until the silver speedster shows up at the doorway. She lifts her spoon. "Here you go."

Her smile rises, a brightening of things. He might be patrolling the same way Natasha is getting things from who knows where, and the witch? She's witching sans one cauldron. "Have you tried them with the strawberries? Very good, and I got quite the bargain for them," she chimes in, happy to put the bowl down for the sharing. The sticky sweet confection is actually quite lightly flavoured. "Spetsnaz? Nothing I would regret letting someone else more experienced deal with. Crossing their paths as a civilian is bad enough."

James Barnes has posed:
Did someone say Spetsnaz? Bucky walks into the manor's kitchen with a sandwich in one hand --taking a bite, no less-- and a knife in the other. It's a kitchen knife, mind you, but he's definitely spinning and flipping it around in a way that's reminiscent to how the Russian Special Forces idle with their own sharp implements.

He looks up and nods to the assembled. "Hmfey," he says, with his mouth full.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Aha! She knows! He nods to Wanda, in appreciation as he takes the coffee. "Thank you, Wanda." Pietro offers with a smile. Looking to Natasha, he gives a friendly wave. "Doing well. Lorna, Her Majesty, is doing well as can be. Rebuilding, and all. How are you?"

The comment about the movie and Mr. Cage has him confused. "Luke Cage?" Clearly, he missed that film.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would give a smile over to Pietro, "Good to see that things are well." Glancing over at Wanda, "I've enver been that much of a cook and I'm sure you're well aware of what Russian food is like." She would quip. "And what normal SHIELD rations and cafeteria servings are." She spoke that like she didn't really mind.

"So what are you preparing there?" SHe would inquire and then look to the Winter Soldier. And give him a slow, small, but honest smile. "James."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Our sister's doing well under trying circumstances." The strawberry and the spoon held out in case Pietro wants them will stay out as long as he's situated. Then Wanda has greater fish to fry, plucking another serving spoon up to portion out a dollop of her honey and vanilla spiked marshmallow creme dessert. Three strawberry slices laid out in a flower stud it very nicely. She admires her handiwork before glancing up, at the door, and focusing inward on the other Russian-trained assassin. A quick smile blooms to the fullest, completely lighting up her expression. "Then you must /eat/, Natasha. Coffee is not something to live off of. Our metabolism doesn't allow it." A nod at the speedster might hide a little of the glint in her eyes.

"This is strawberry whip. Many names." A swipe of a larger berry finds her consuming the morsel in a piece, then she drops off the counter. The thump of her boots turns out a little loud in the kitchen. With a breezy red-lipped smile at Natasha, she glides over to Bucky. His flipped knife gives her reason to move slower and come from the side to kiss his cheek, just so. "You're comfy?"

James Barnes has posed:
"Natasha," Bucky says with a quick lift of his chin. He flips the knife back into an underhanded grip, pressing the flat of the blade along the inside of his metallic forearm so that it's nowhere near Wanda, accepting the kiss with a small smile. "Sure," he says, to the comfy. He folds what's left of his sandwich and pops it into his mouth whole, chewing. He, clearly, has no trouble eating.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A strawberry is taken and munched upon, the speedster nodding to his sister. "Last I had heard we were still sorting out the red female Hulk?" He looks to the others for clarification. Luke Cage, the Constitution, Red She-Hulk. So many things are zipping past.

As Wanda moves over to kiss the cheek of the Winter Soldier. This earns a raised eyebrow from Pietro, and a sip of his coffee. A long sip.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would shrug at Wanda, "Very well." She would mvoe to take a taste of it. "Not bad." She would allow playfully. "And don't be silly, Wanda. I survive on more things. That includes alcohol. What else does one really need for any sort of sustenance." She would shift her attention to Pietro.

"I've not heard from Banner but I presume there are plans for it and that he'll pass along what to do in any eventuality."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"I don't know about the Red Hulk so much," Wanda admits. An apology is given by proxy, smile trailing back to a more natural expanse. Still, a happy witch radiates a certain something. "What more is there on that front? And I was talking about the actor, Mr. Cage. He was in the heist movie. You couldn't have fallen asleep. Someone tell me we can have National Treasure for a movie night?"

The notion is set and they hav esnacks. Could do it right then and there, as she gives Bucky a little room to eat a sandwich in peace. Another strawberry slice will be consumed in the meantime. "Do you plan to go back to Russia?" she asks Natasha from the lee of the supersoldier, giving her slightly elder brother a good lookover. He raises his eyebrows, and she impishly smiles back at him as though to dare him.

James Barnes has posed:
Bucky finishes chewing and smiles a little wider, though not much. "I'm not sure I can handle another Nicholas Cage marathon," he tells Wanda with a roll of his eyes. "You get doe-eyed." Is he teasing? He might be teasing.

All talk of the Red She-Hulk gets filed but not joined; he wasn't part of any of that and he doesn't really know what's needed. He squeezes wanda's arm briefly and then walks to the sink. "Gonna put this away," he says, spinning the knife in his hand.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There's a nod from Pietro to Natasha, even though he's watching Wanda and Bucky's interaction. Yep. Like a /HAWK/. "Let me know, Natasha. I can at least distract her, if needed. Just... will need to avoid her swatting me out of my shoes."

"Nicholas Cage. I understand now. No, I must have missed that show..." Sitting still for so long is mentally taxing for the man, even if there is a movie playing. "I should get back on patrol." Deflect and avoid that conversation that Wanda is inviting. "Be safe, all." The coffee is consumed, and he's out of the room in a blur.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would give a nod to Wanda, "If it becomes a team affair then the rest of us will be briefed on it and put into action. I don't see it as something we need to concern ourselves with unless we run into her in the field or if we're given a mission relating to her." There were however many threats a day that the team might have to be ready for, so why necessarily add another thing of concern and complication unless it was required?

At the reply from Wanda, "If I have to for a mission, yes. There are a number of Russian field agents in SHIELD operations that I'm ensuring I have wider understanding of training sources and operational expectations to cover a wider array of eventualities. Watching as Pietro would zoom out.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The laser-sharp look from the elder twin doesn't get much of a negative response out of Wanda. She seems perfectly suited for putting up with the antics of her twin, or setting him up and seeing him off. "Patrol... for the best gyro? Last week, it was Trinidadian food." Wanda and her brother take their food very seriously. Try starving for a few years and anything special they can afford turns into a near magical experience. "We do not need to watch them all, Bucky. Just the good one." One. Not ones. One.

Her smile settles as she shrugs a bit, hands slipping into her pockets. That gives Bucky all the room he needs to stow away a knife.

"Russia is a hard field to put them in. Are they ready for it? You need spotters, Natasha, you have us."

James Barnes has posed:
Bucky raises a brow at Pietro blurs his way out and, after cleaning and putting the knife away, walking back towards Wanda. "He got out of here in a hurry." Is he making a joke? It's probably a joke. "What, you don't want to watch the new Cage movies?" He bumps Wanda playfully. "Mandy? Colour Out of Space? Prisoners of the Ghostland?" He's caught up! He's hep!

"Are you really going back to Russia?" He sighs at Natasha.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Always Russian around. No need for a sweater." Bad, bad quips come from the auburn-haired woman as she goes for her bowl. "I intend to enjoy this in front of a couch doing nothing at all purposeful. I will go see the options out there. Mandy.... no." She shakes her head. "National Treasure. Then we will go recover something special."

Her concern, though, isn't masked. She glances over to Natasha in hopes to hear there might be a straight answer there. Bucky's worry is shared.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would watch the others going to do their own things. Then she would shake her head, "That's not my plan unless mission assignments are to there. Several of the active field agents have come from the Red Room that I am currently engaged in continuous operations with. I want to ensure I have a wider base of knowledge to draw upon."

Carol Danvers has posed:
The skylight in the nearby Rec Room opens up to admit one Carol Danvers. Her jeans, t-shirt, brown leather jacket, baseball cap and sunglasses would help her blend in with the populace of New York considerably, were she not flying. She drops through the skylight which closes behind her, slowing to alight gently. In hand is a bag from a small delicatessen a few blocks away.

"Need something to drink," she says to herself, heading for the kitchen, bag in hand. She's not going to risk setting it down and having Hulk or Pietro wander past and get drawn in by the delicious smells from the bag.

Carol removes the sunglasses, stowing them in an inside pocket of her jacket, and removes the baseball cap and shakes out her blond hair, about the time she's stepping into the kitchen.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would give a nod to Carol, "Carol." Wanda had been cooking and was putting her focus on that. She was talking with James about Russia. She would take a moment to look at the other woman. "Everything all right on your end?" Her inquiring over to the blonde.

Her as the others would be focusing on their own things take out some old notes dating back to the 1970's and 1970's on Spetnaz training procedures to show to Bucky.

James Barnes has posed:
"Hello, Carol." Bucky tips his chin up at her. He leans back against the counter, his eyes slipping from one woman to the other. He looks at Natasha and raises a brow at the notes. He points to one line in particular. "That one's outdated; they don't use that anymore."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I'm well, thanks," Carol tells them as she heads over to the fridge and opens it up. A quick perusal results in Carol pulling out a bottle of beer, and starting to close the door before changing her mind and reaching back in to get a second bottle to go with the first.

"Just picked up my favorite sandwich at a place a few blocks over," she tells them. "Have you guys ever had Figaro's? They've got an Italian steamer that is amazing," she says. "Can cut you both off a slice if you want to try it," the blond offers.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would nod thoughtfully at Bucky, "Thank you. Some will have been trained in it but none moreso than in passing. They'll have updated it.." Yes, SHIELD had a few folks with multiple decades of experience in Russian paramilitary oeprations. But they'd have long since adjusted their training to more modern things. She would scribble a note over.

Then nod at Carol, "Not in some time. I'm glad that you appreciate it. And I'm good."

James Barnes has posed:
"I just ate," Bucky tells Carol with a short smile. "But thank you." he nods to Natasha about the Spetsnaz updating their tactics. "Most of the public tactics are all outdated anyway." In a world with super-soldiers, that much is a given. There are entire martial arts meant to be practiced by people like Bucky and Steve who can kick cars around and take a sledgehammer to the chest; nevermind his proficiency when it comes to using his big, nigh-indestructible metal arm as a weapon.

"We should spar soon."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers had been planning to return with her sandwich and drink(s) to the Recreation Room and settle in to watch Dog Cops. Though as she's listening to Natasha and Bucky, she decides to stay there for now to listen in on the conversation, especially if it is going to turn into a chance to go watch them train together.

Carol sets the two beers down on the counter, twisting the lid off of one, though it's not meant to be a twist off. She snaps her fingers to shoot that one into the garbage can, then digs into the deli bag and pulls out her sandwich to unwrap it. It's toasted and still warm, it being a very short flight from the deli to the mansion, and the delicious smells are probably noticeable as she unfolds the paper and then takes a bite.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would nod at Bucky, "Likely. There are always some things which slip through the cracks and make it useful at least to be passably familiar with." She would nod in acknowledgement to Bucky's superior knowledge on the matter. "Yes, we should. It's been awhile. Perhaps when neither of us has any field missions for a few days and we're sure that our superiors are somewhat distracted so they're not going to drop one on us." She meant SHIELD. And not having any missions for a cuople of days meant they could go all out and not have to worry if tehy hurt one another some.

Glancing over at Carol, "And that seems like a.." What was a polite way to say 'hideous' when it came to taste? She would smirk, "You must be somewhat distracted if you're looking to have that in the background."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers hops up on the kitchen counter and takes a bite of her sandwich. The Italian dressing goes perfectly with the meats and cheeses on the toasted sub, resulting in mouth-watering goodness, and a sigh from the woman. "Mmm," she murmurs, before answering Natasha, a hand moving to cover her mouth politely since she's not fully done chewing. "What?" she asks about the commentary on the show. She finishes the bite and then picks up her beer.

"It's one of those shows that once you get into it, it's hard to stop watching!" she protests. "Was on one night and I'd heard Clint going on about it, so gave it a try," she says.