4485/Someone's in the kitchen

Someone's in the kitchen
Date of Scene:	24 December 2020
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Kitchen
Synopsis:	Tea and coffee work wonders!
Cast of Characters:	Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton

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Wanda Maximoff has posed:
It was a dark and stormy night.

No, really. Dark, sure. Stormy? Not so much stormy as 'windy', really. Storms are due for tomorrow according to the weather channel, just in time to ruin some peoples' holiday. The snow on the ground outside is grey, slushy in that it's melted, reformed to ice, melted again, and tonight, it's cold enough for that reformation to ice.

But that's all outside.

Inside the Avengers' Mansion, there are fires in the various fireplaces, and a kettle on in the kitchen. The soft sounds of water beginning that initial boil, just before the steam sets the whistling is background noise.

Sitting down at the large table meant for the likes of Captain America and Thor, Wanda seems almost hidden in the chair. Her delicate hands are on her lap as the chair isn't completely to the table, and green eyes are focussed on the middle distance in distraction more than attention to 'something else' that may not be readily apparent to others. She's pensive, though if it's introspection, who knows?

Clint Barton has posed:
Dark and stormy nights are something of Clint's happy place. For the moment, Clint was dressed in a black shirt with blue jeans, his quiver was still on his back, as if he had just come back from the athletic center of the Mansion, his bow compact in his hands and clipped to his belt.

First thing he notices?

Wanda, sitting by herself, apparently in deep thought as distraction may take hold of her. Very curious indeed. So, Clint walks on over to her, resting his arm on the back of her chair if she lets him, a charming smile flashing her way. "Whatcha thinking about?" He might startle her, he might not.

The only thing he cares about right now is getting her attention. "Hopefully its me. I mean, I hope its me. I'm pretty great." he teases, surely.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Of course Wanda hears the footsteps, given that he's not really doing much //to// sneak. And, coupled with the fact that she has committed pretty much everyone's step to memory, she's in no way startled. Instead, when he moves up behind her in the chair and leans, she rolls her head up, green eyes peering at the blue behind her and offers a warm, fond smile.

"Thinking? Nothing, really." Wanda does seem a touch distracted still, though, and before she can form her words, the kettle begins to whistle. The sound brings her completely forward, however, and realizing her words, she starts to swing off of the chair to stand beside the archer, amending her statement, as she reaches out to place a hand on his forearm, "Of course it is you," she teases in her lightly accented lilt. "I will put coffee on. Sit with me?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint has a habit of not sneaking up on people he actively likes, especially if that person is Wanda. How bad would it be if she accidentally used her powers on him?! Be horrible, really. But Clint smiles at her as he rolls his head to one side to look her in those beautiful green eyes of hers.

"Daydreaming then? I feel you. Happens a lot to me too." She stands beside him then, her hand on his arm, and he smiles at her, leaning in just enough to touch her nose with his. "Now you're making me feel special. I'll always sit with you." He pulls out a chair.

"What's on your mind?" He questions her. "I can make you some food if you're feeling hungry, or just waiting for JARVIS to put something together."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Shaking her head quickly, Wanda seeks to get rid of the webs that invade her mind, instead wanting to live in the moment. "No. Is.. strangeness here. I feel it. There is wrongness, but I..." and a shrug lifts her shoulders as she looks at the blond, leaning in as well. Easier to look into those eyes. Her response takes a couple of heartbeats before she manages, "Good," and she moves away to tend the singing teakettle, and start the coffee.

"JARVIS can make nothing," Wanda laughs. "He has been busy. Distracted." which is strange for the AI, and her tones in the pronouncement hold that confusion in it.

Pulling the kettle from the heat now, she grabs a mug and sets her teapot, going through all the stages of making a proper cup of tea before setting herself to the coffee grounds and the coffee pot. It'd be a picture of domesticity if it weren't a powerful (and feared by some) witch doing it.

Clint Barton has posed:
Sometimes it looks directly out of a fairy tale.

The terrifying witch and the brave hunter, together in their simplicity and complexity both. Even as it would appear to be something out of a domestic homelife novel. But, Clint smirks to Wanda as they look into each other's eyes. "Yeah, he's had a lot on his plate recently. Hopefully our favorite Artificial Intelligence can get his act together." Clint jokes.

Mostly.

Even as Wanda is making her tea and coffee, Clint moves behind her, hands settling on her hips if she allows.

"Tell me about this 'wrongness'." He asks her, as if pleading for a way he can help.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Clint's closeness, and the comfort of his light touch on her hips encourages her to turn around, her eyes meeting his, searching his face for something that she may find written there. Perhaps finding something, Wanda exhales in a sigh and offers a tight-lipped smile; one that he's seen before when she begins to question her own sanity. At least she hasn't created a temporal vortex, or caused the earth to counter-rotate or anything like that?

"I look and there is something at the corner of my eye. Just out of sight. I feel .. eyes." Perhaps it's a look of determining whether or not Clint actually believes her that she's searching for before, "I have not told my brother of it yet." And he hasn't mentioned it.

She pauses, the decision being made as to whether or not to continue, and it looks like she falls off of it, as it were. "I think I need more rest. Tea will help."

To underscore the need to //feel// normal, Wanda continues, instead reaching out, "Are you back for a little while now? SHIELD cannot have you so much."

Clint Barton has posed:
Feeling Wanda in his arms, Clint watches as she turns to face him. Clint has seen that look on her face before and almost always it means something wicked this way comes. Is she losing her grip on her sanity? What's going on that Wanda is questioning everything? But one of the most important things is that Clint doesn't shy away from her. She's dangerous, but so is he. He promised a long while ago that he wouldn't leave her to handle things on her own, not if he could help it.

"Out of sight, out of mind." Clint offers. But he seems to get the gist of Wanda's uncomfortability.

Or he thinks so.

"You feel like you're being watched by something." With all the craziness going on right now in the world, it doesn't surprise Clint at all that some otherworldly thing could be watching Wanda.

"Tea and snuggles." Clint agrees, before he moves closer to Wanda as she reaches out. "I am. Promise, I won't just up and vanish next time. This one was urgent, apparently. But don't worry, I'd rather be with my girl than on a mission any day of the week."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda sets her arms on his waist, her fingers light on his sides. There's relief there that rises in green eyes and she nods slowly, partly to words spoken, and partly to those un. She's able to take that breath and let it out, finding that anchor in a growing storm. Clint and her brother; her rocks when circumstances threaten. The relief is coupled with a slightly less worried smile, one that holds a great deal of affection.

"Yes." The word is more secure in the knowledge now, the feeling that she's not alone in this sitting with her. Intellectually, Wanda is aware that she's got a whole team around her, but crisis moments like these? There are only a few that can help them emotionally. It's a good thing Clint is fearless, yes.. and that he does care.

She laughs at the addition, and rocks up onto her toes, moving her arms to drape around his neck, if only for a moment. "Tea, and snuggles. Only if you do not vanish on me. I am very proud of work, knowing it is you even if no one else does." She has a pretty good understanding of his work outside the Avengers. Even if she.. doesn't.

"Now," and she leans to brush her lips against his briefly. It's just a hint of more. "I will finish your coffee, and we will speak of how you would rather be here."

Clint Barton has posed:
It doesn't help that Wanda hasn't told Pietro about it yet. Something about twin magic helping them feel better when shit hits the fan, But Clint is one of those few people who can at least make a lasting impact and dent into Wanda's psyche with his encouragement, support, and love for her. Clint is happy to anchor her to stone while the hurricane rages around them.

Fearlessness can only take one so far...and Clint firmly believes he's gonna need that lack of fear in the future. Suddenly, however, Wanda is laughing and draping her arms around his neck. "Promise not to vanish on you, especially if we stay the night into the morning." Of course, his efforts are rewarded with a kiss, something that Clint accepts as his arms curl themselves around her waist ot push her close to him.

He seems happy that she supports his SHIELDing operations. "I'm proud of your work too, Wanda. You're vital to the team and to me."

Then she suggests speaking of how he'd rather be here, Clint's eyes go wide. "Yes Ma'am. and if you still feel like any eyes are staring at you, I have a lot of arrows to put out peeking eyes." he smirks.