12648/Alley-Oops

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Alley-Oops
Date of Scene: 01 September 2022
Location: Basketball Courts
Synopsis: Allyoop?
Cast of Characters: James Barnes, Wanda Maximoff




James Barnes has posed:
Basketball. America's Pastime. Well, it's not baseball, but it's what was available, and Bucky isn't exactly NOT a fan of the sport. He's pretty good at it, too. It's near the end of the second quarter and their seats are pretty good. Only five or six rows away from the action. Wanda probably managed that with her probability powers, but Bucky's not going to complain.

As the second quarter nears to a close, Bucky leans over and presses a kiss to Wanda's cheek. "You wanna see if we can score some hot dogs during half-time?" He's dressed to cover up his arm but is otherwise in pretty chill outerwear.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Basketball: dull as sticks, but less dull than baseball, the dullest of them all. Save maybe golf. Golf is pretty damn boring. Wanda doesn't care much for the sport, her preferred 'bol' activity being appropriately futbol. But she can make due, scrambling across the court and glaring at the net that teeters at a crooked angle.

"We should donate to repair that. Anonymously," she suggests, trying to swivel around Bucky and block him from yet another damn throw. So unfair with the skillful tossing of bouncing objects. "I don't eat hot dogs, too much a reminder of times when we were starving. They taste awful." A scrunch of her nose threatens to turn the ball into a floating stuffed animal, but she refrains.

Barely.

James Barnes has posed:
Bucky squints a little at her and then he lifts his hand up, wrapping his long metal arm around the brunette's shoulders and putting his fingers on her jaw, turning her face a little bit. "Are you telling me you brought me out here for me, knowing you weren't gonna have a great time?" He narrows his eyes at her, comically suspicious.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Well, that simply won't do because there's no way to shake him off. Wanda utters a little sound of dismay. "Bucky, that's not it at all." Her expression falls, the exaggerated frown cast in sorrow. "You can't think this was all an elaborate ruse to make you show your face in public! I would never! Not even for the dreaded hot dog." A poke to his side is blind, since they aren't really in a position for her to look down.

James Barnes has posed:
"You're an underhanded woman, Wanda Maximoff, and if there's one thing years of espionage and trickery and brainwashing has taught me is to appreciate an underhanded woman." He tilts her face up a bit and leans in, pressing a kiss to her mouth before breaking it. "Come on, let's go."

He starts to rise, one hand rising up to catch the incoming basketball that's headed right for them. THUD. His grip, beyond strong, holds the basketball in his hand as he looks over the court.

Then he throws the ball at one of the baskets. "Come on."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"The most villainous. My time in Latveria transformed me." Hiss! The slight noise erupting from her throat rattles around and makes a vaguely cat-like threat. She even claws at Bucky's ribs and turns her head, lips brushing against his jaw. Right positioned for problems until...

Oh, that basketball. /Thunk/.

The noise of hand meeting rubbery carapace makes her blink and she jumps a few inches, staring at the other players down the court. Ends of her hair curl as she shouts, "/Hey!/ Not cool!"

James Barnes has posed:
Bucky isn't even looking by the time the basketball wooshes into the basket --nothing but net-- and is instead wrapping his hand around Wanda's and starting to shift along, pulling her out of the area. "Forget hotdogs. We're going for pizza." There's quiet a few people, and after a few more feet of sidling along, he just turns around, picks Wanda up by the waist and over his head, and walks along, taking her with him.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Jerk. Some guys get all the luck... at the expense of dying, being resurrected by HYDRA, and suffering. Her teeth grit a little as she gets hauled off the court from confronting a bunch of teenagers who aren't paying attention. They go back to shooting hoops and not much caring until the assassin hoists the witch over his shoulder. The looks are telling.

She oofs, and then ceases to wobble, taking on a plank position with long experience. Pietro often hauls her off at speeds wherever. This time around? She breaks into a laugh.

James Barnes has posed:
It doesn't take long for Bucky to get them both out of there, and once they're clear of the bleachers, he spins Wanda above his head until her legs are pointing forward and then bends her at the stomach, dragging her down so he can wrap his arms around her waist. "So what would you LIKE to do? Hrm? Last time you decided I had to fight a dragon."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Bucky can put Wanda wherever he quite likes; you don't really wisely argue with a man with a vibranium arm. Not that her mood is argumentative, but delighted. Laughter dances in her green-gold eyes. She loops her arms around his shoulders and tosses her weight into the hug. "I quite liked what we were doing. Imagine you jogging through Central Park while I make airplane sounds." The grin gets wider, capped in the faintest suggestion of dimples. "We'd terrify everyone. That's a good question. Honestly, when was the last time you went to the beach?"

James Barnes has posed:
"Oh, you _like_ getting carried around above me like you're flying around?" Bucky doesn't seem surprised, just amused. "We could do that, I guess." His hands wrap around her waist further and then he pushes his forehead against hers. "But then there's a lot less of you I'd be touching." Her question gets a thoughtful moment of consideration, and then he says, "A long time, and it was for a hit," he admits.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"I like you carrying me around now and then, yes. I'm not very good at returning the favour but I can." A knowing glance shot through her loose hair is full of promise. "You want to fly over the sea? We don't have to go very far to hit one of the rivers. Not sure it's quite so fun but I've been floating for a long time. Carrying both of us wouldn't be hard, and it may be useful one day if I have to pull you out of trouble and you still know how to fire things."

James Barnes has posed:
"I do like carrying you around," Bucky admits. But when she offers to fly them, he shrugs. "It works for me. I'm not going to feel emasculated because you can fly me around, darlin'." He reaches down and pats Wanda's rump, before letting her down so she can stand on her own two feet. "Take me somewhere nice. I'm worth it."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Lucky that rump pat isn't like patting down a cow. Wanda looks around in the vicinity of Harlem, a place of so many sparkling haves and have nots. She hugs Bucky tighter when he sets her down; it won't be long that her feet stay in contact with the ground. Floating comes quite easily, lifting her up into the air as she hovers in place. The nascent pomegranate glow in her eyes brightens little by little as she lifts up off the ground, compensating for well over double her mass to loft airborne. "Somewhere nice? That's a high order in this city. Wherever shall we go..."

He doesn't have to cling to her to fly. That's one fo the joys of a shared tether, especially when she can manage lobbing it around with a degree of confidence and not plow Bucky into a wall.

James Barnes has posed:
Bucky is totally willing to give her free reign over his position in the air. It's not like it'll be the first time. He wraps his arm around her though, as they begin to float, and flashes a wink to a passerby that gawks up at them. "Ain't she the best?"

And then they're off, and Bucky is looking around himself as he trusts Wanda to direct the flow of their forms along the air currents, her magic transporting them. "How often to you fly versus just teleport places?"