970/I Have a Bad Idea

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I Have a Bad Idea
Date of Scene: 04 April 2020
Location: Wanda's Room - Avengers Mansion
Synopsis: Clint and Wanda discuss a bad idea.
Cast of Characters: Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff




Clint Barton has posed:
Clint had spent the day doing his training regime with Nat at the Triskelion, but when evening came, he headed home by way of Central Park to pick up a couple bowls of soup from a certain stall in the park. Then fired off a text.

> Got dinner. Want to pick us a wine?

Then tucking the phone away he makes his way through the crowds at the park on his way back home, enjoying the smell of the soup even as his thoughts stray back to when this place was a battlefield, during the heat of Loki's attack on the city.

He picks up his pace, his idea wasn't going to be any closer to being realized by waiting.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
> I'll have two glasses poured the moment you get back.

Wanda sets the bottle aside to breathe while she goes over to leans her head against the glass doors that let out onto the balcony that looks over the front of the mansion. Watching for Hawkeye's return.

She's finished up a round on monitoring duty and is back in some civilian clothes then. A pair of tan shorts and a purple top. She's got the fireplace going, it just being cold enough outside she can get by if she has a window open to help balance out the heat.

"JARVIS, could you play something from one of Clint's play lists please?" she asks. Immediately a song starts up playing.

Clint Barton has posed:
Wanda doesn't have to wait long for Clint to appear, the archer is dressed in his usual spring get up, purple and black leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans, combat boots. It's as practically as much of a uniform as the one he wears into battle with the Avengers. When he's in sight he spots her and waves, holding up his bag of soup bowls for Wanda to see.

As for the music, JARVIS selects "Ain't Even Done with the Night" by John Mellencamp (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGlofxrFBPU).

A short time after he waves, the door to Wanda's room opens and Clint steps inside preceeded by the smell of the soup she likes, one he's come to love as well by association. He smiles fondly at the music, knowing which list it came from. "Three guesses what I got us for dinner," he tells her as he comes over to wrap her in a hug and kiss her briefly on the lips.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda is still over at the glass doors when Clint comes in, though his arrival quickly pulls her away from her silent reverie of the outside view. She moves over to meet him halfway, sliding her arms around him and hugging him in a way that speaks to the wealth of feelings she has for him.

"Roast duck? Pizza?" she asks, wasting two of the guesses even as she grins and kisses him back. "You're a hero," she tells him warmly, giving a second peck and then offering to take the bag from him as she is heading for the kitchen.

Wanda pours the wine, and gets spoons, then returns, setting it all down on the coffee table by the couch, with the fire burning there nearby. "How was SHIELD?" she asks, generally keeping her questions about the spy and protection agency general to avoid putting him in a situation he feels his loyalties tugged at.

Clint Barton has posed:
For a moment while Wanda is still lost in her thoughts, he smiles warmly and studies her in the fading daylight. He's still smiling like that when she turns towards him, and he hugs her tight.

There's a laugh for her guesss. "Wow, so wrong," he teases her. "I thought you witches could see the future," though he easily surrenders the bag to her, before taking a seat on the couch, pulling off his boots and setting them down out of the way.

He appreciates that Wanda takes care what he can and can't tell her about SHIELD, and in return he's closed lipped about her mental state with the folks at SHIELD. There was definite interest though, given her power and proximity to the Genoshan throne. Today though was a day free of those sort of entanglements. "Good, mostly training with Nat, so, pretty easy," though what he means is not boring or bloody, nobody who'd seen Clint and Nat working out would describe it as easy. "She filled me in on a lot of stuff going on here, turns out the team's better than I gave them credit for, their all fighting this Asgard stuff, they're just trying to do it diplomatically." He frowns a little bit. "I really thought they'd just rolled over or thought it was all some big joke."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda takes a seat with Clint, opening up one of the tubs of soup and passing it over to him along with his spoon. "I've not been able to follow it as closely, but good to hear. I couldn't imagine Steve would accede to something like that. He may not agree with things that elected officials do, but he recognizes their legitimacy to speak for their peoples," she comments.

Wanda gets her own soup, sliding back on the couch and crossing her legs, feet bare, and beginning to eat. "Lorna seems to be much more of her old self. Still dealing with things, but it's good to have her back something nearer to normal," she comments quietly. "Those first few days after... well," she says, shaking her head at how things had been.

Wanda takes a spoonful of soup. "Did a run through the Training Room myself," she tells him. "I haven't been out in much action lately, nothing since that incident at the library," she tells him. When they met Bishop.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint takes the soup and the spoon but waits for Wanda before digging in. Something about Wanda's careful nature made him act on his best behavior in moments like this. "Yeah, I should have seen that, I guess, I was just still upset about Loki, and how nothing really got done about that. So, I let myself think the worst of them."

He frowns, "Be sure to kick my ass if I do that again, because you're right about Steve, he wouldn't be the guy who puts himself above others, he's spent his whole life fighting those guys."

He digs in when she does, smiling, at the taste. "This is really good," he says before he nods about Lorna. "Glad she's feeling better, maybe we should drop by and have dinner with her or something. If she's got the time." He knew how ragged Wanda had been run when she had been in charge, he imagined Lorna's day was like that but more so.

"How'd you do?" he asks about the training run nodding about the encounter at the library.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda takes another bite of the hearty soup, thick enough one could consider calling it a stew instead of a soup. "I think Thor would have probably said I left the machinery and simulations lamenting their defeat," Wanda answers with a soft, warm chuckle.

The fireplace crackles merrily, the wood fire burning well, the warmth from it taking the edge off the window that Wanda has open to let some cool, fresh air in from outside. It also casts warm light upon them, Wanda having the lights down low otherwise.

"I was thinking of making a trip back to Transia in the not too distant future. If you'd like to come, see some of the sights, we could make a little trip of it," she offers to him thoughtfully, looking to gauge his reaction.

Clint Barton has posed:
There's a laugh from Clint in the warm firelight, he had to admit, Wanda knew how to live, to make her surroundings calm and peaceful. The joke lands well too, as he chimes in with "Verily."

He takes another bite of his soup, before looking up when she mentions a trip to Transia. He swallows down the thick soup and nods, "Damn right I'd like to come. Would be good to get away again. See the sights."

He sets down his spoon then and puts the bowl aside as well. "Before we get into that though," because he knows if he did he would put this topic off even further. "I do have something to talk to you about, it involves Loki."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda turns herself about on the couch a little, facing herself more towards Clint rather than squared up with the coffee table. "Loki. So not exactly a soup question then," then she comments to him while taking another bite of the thick soup.

The auburn-haired woman falls quiet afterwards, easily reading the seriousness on Clint's face, and in his voice. The green eyes focus on him as she nods for him to continue with what it is that's on his mind.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint nods, "No, not exactly," he confirms suddenly feeling very dumb for bringing this up at all, but he'd come this far might as well spit it out and let the mistress of magic tell him what she thinks. "I want to talk to Loki, and see if there's some way to maybe get him to fix the damage he's done, maybe-" he pauses, looking away. "Bring back the people I-" he corrects. "He killed."

He looks back to her then. "I need to do something about this and I know I can't hurt him or kill him, so thought, maybe I could make him fix things. Or try? I don't even know if he /can/ or how I'd make him do it, but,, yeah, there it is."

"I figured I'd talk to you first since, you know magic and could tell me if I am insane or not."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda has a spoonful of soup on the utensil as Clint tells her what he's thinking. It hangs there for a few moments before she finally brings it to her lips. The empty spoon is set in the container, which is itself set aside on the coffee table before Wanda returns her attention to Clint fully.

"Changing something like that," Wanda says in her slow, thoughtful-sounding delivery, "Would be a tremendous magic. Changing reality. There is always a price for such magics. Life cannot just be created, nor restored," she tells him quietly. Green eyes focus on him as Wanda reaches over slowly to rest her hand upon Clint's. Her fingers are warm and soft as they slowly curl to holds his own.

"And if he had that type of power, would you trust him to use it? Would he bring back those who were lost? Or use it on those of his army who fell, and try again?" she asks. "It's not crazy to want to see those people saved. Not at all. But turning to the architect of those deaths? No, even if it were possible for him, it would not be something I would trust him with."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint knew something like this was coming, he'd heard of magic's price before and he guessed something this massive would have a heavy one. Still, he had to ask, had to see it was possible.

He takes her hand, letting his fingers curl around her own. "I know. I guess I always knew it was a bad idea, but I dunno. I need to do something, and if I can't hurt him, and Asgard won't really punish him, then what do I do to make it right?"

He closes eyes damp with unshed tears. "I still see their faces, the people he made me kill. I don't think I ever won't and I can't do a damn thing to avenge them or bring them back. When he was gone, when I thought he was being punished, I could give their families that, but now, there's nothing, no justice."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff's arms reach out and they slide gently around Clint, drawing him in against her if he lets her. "I understand how you feel," she tells him quietly, a hand moving to brush softly through Clint's hair as her arms tighten around him.

"Maybe we do need to push for more. We might not be able to stop Odin from sending him here, but if he's here then he's a criminal and should be dealt with as we deal with criminals," she says. Wanda slowly shakes her head, "But, I don't think the other is the answer. If he's had his power stripped he couldn't do it, likely couldn't even with it. But I wouldn't trust him too," she says.

Wanda looks into his eyes. "I know how tough it is to let go of guilt like that, Clint. Even though you know it wasn't your choice. You're a good man, and won't let yourself off that easy. But... it wasn't you."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint lets himself be drawn into Wanda, shifting over on the couch so he's not leaning too far over to do it.

"Might be tricky," he says of punishing Loki. "He might be able to escape or Odin might be pissed off, but if there's a way to do it, or I dunno, do something to him magically to make this more than a time out, then I'm game."

He sighs about the idea of restoring the lost to life. "We're sure there's no way to do it, I mean, like what would the cost be and could someone who isn't magic pay it?"

He nods about the guilt but it's clear the words haven't fully registered either. "I know, the counsellors, Nat, everyone says it's not my fault, but it sure as hell feels like it. I should have been better, faster, stopped it somehow. But I didn't. I knew those people, Wanda, they trusted me and I killed them."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff draws Clint's head in against her own. "No you didn't kill them. Loki did. It was his doing," she tells him gently, turning her head to nuzzle her lips in against his forehead. "If you could have stopped it, you would have, Clint," she tells him.

Wanda slowly shakes her head. "There are reasons people aren't brought back like that. Few even have the power, and those who do know they'd leave the world worse off probably for doing it," she tells him.

"Some things just can't be undone," she says, taking Clint's head in both of her hands and resting her forehead against his. "I know you hurt, I wish I could help more, I do."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint leans his head against hers. The words of assurance still sound holow to him but he reaches up and grabs hold of her hand to squeeze it and show he appreciated them all the same.

He nods, eyes closed, pained, "Makes sense," he says quietly. "Or everyone'd do it."

He takes a long slow breath. "Guess it's back to punishment, but that can wait a while longer," he says not ready to discuss ways to lock the bastard up. As for helping? "Can you make me forget about it tonight?" he asks. "I don't like asking, it feels like cheating, and wrong to ask you to use your powers like that, but I dunno, it's raw tonight. I just need a bit of peace to get some perspective."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda slides her hands through Clint's hair. "Nothing wrong with a night away from one's thoughts. That's why we have alcohol after all," she tells him in a supportive voice. Wanda nuzzles a tender kiss to his brow, and then down alongside one of his eyes.

As she does, her fingers slowly move, taking on a crimson aura that flow from her fingers and into Clint's head. The world fades away, his cares going with it, and leaving him in just the room with his girlfriend. The fireplace burning and the glasses of wine. Nothing exists out of that room and the two of them. No memories, no worries.

And she loves him. He can feel it in her touch, in how she hugs him and cares for him. The rest of the night is spent together, holding one another and basking in each other's presence.