Owner	Pose
Wanda Maximoff	"We should get some exercise outside." That was the brilliant idea of a witch who actually needs to work out, compared to a super soldier who does not. He has all the advantages of staying perpetually in shape, it seems. The noon sun has passed, afternoon warm, while Wanda regrets her decision standing on a cement platform eight feet off the ground. She could use her magic here. No challenge to float to the top of an invasion ship turned into a parkour arena. But then that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? She looks rather easy-going, in a stretchy yoga-style shirt and leggings, her running shoes fit for gripping walls and springing off flat surfaces. Her mouth twists a little, suppressing a grin. "Maybe I leave this to Pietro next time, you know? People climb all over like spiders here. I feel like I'm missing the point."
James Barnes	It's not just that he doesn't need to exercise (he does, it's just much more efficient when he does); it's that when he _does_, he makes it look _easy_. At the moment, Bucky is hanging from his fingertips in one hand while looking at Wanda with an amused smile and a tilt of his head. He's let his hair grow out just a bit, until it's an unruly mop, and due for a haircut any day now. But his smile is charmed by the scarlet sorceress climbing next to him. "You're not missing the point. When Pietro and I do it, it's routine; you're pushing yourself, which is more valuable." He swings a little closer to her on those fingertips, pecks her cheek, and then pulls himself up higher, effortlessly.
Wanda Maximoff	Easy as it looks, Bucky might as well have his own podcast and YouTube channel. That might defeat the whole purpose of 'mysterious unknown assassin' if he has 700,000 subscribers. Still. She squints into the sun, her hair pulled back and offering her no protection to speak of. "You realize this doesn't seem fair." A nod to the vibranium-alloy arm probably has something to do with that. With a sigh, she puts her foot to the straight expanse of cement. Her momentum isn't enough to get her higher than an inch or two up, but she stretches for the next handhold and flexes her foot. "I realize you can punch through this, but what's the trick to hold tighter?" Fingertips seek the handholds in the cracks, the glossy metal ship above. She tries not to laugh, blowing Bucky a kiss and then forcing herself to scale. It's tough work but the benefit of falling isn't that he'll catch her. Reality will see to that.
James Barnes	"Well, it depends if you're grabbing onto a sloper, a jug, or a crimp," Bucky says, looking down at her. "Right now you're having trouble because you're clutching to a crimp without asserting pressure." He lowers himself down and hangs from one of his arms, feet slipping onto a pair of grips below, and reaches over with his metal arm to her hand on the tiny pink crimp hold. "He takes her thumb and brings it up and over her index finger, pressing down. "You want to put your thumb over your index finger to maximize the amount of pressure you can place on such a small surface."
Wanda Maximoff	The flash of a smile brightens. Only for a little, turned up to the sky. "What is a crimp?" That's a bit of a word that means nothing to her in either language because Wanda isn't a traceur to the same extent. Free-running is a bit easier. She allows Bucky to adjust her grip, important given falling off this high would be irritating more than painful. His correction brings raised eyebrows. Still, she doesn't ask. The change in the feel is telling, even with her feet braced and taking up the majority of her weight. "That so. Have you considered what we should do for dinner? Did your friend ever get home safe?" Distractions these aren't, but passing thoughts.
James Barnes	"Crimp is the smaller handholds, slopers are the largest, jugs are intermediate. Now, that's a full crimp. You don't want to do that all the time, just when you can only put three or so fingers on the crimp grip. Otherwise it's going to put too much pressure on the tendons and you can injure yourself. Though, your powers will probably compensate." He smiles at her. "Well, I got to threaten Zola and Strucker while we rescued Peggy, so that was fun." He pulls himself up a bit. "We can have pizza, do you think?"
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda shakes her head slightly and hauls herself up, her foot wedged against a small crack and then the pattern of finding what she seeks becomes almost effortless. Pattern recognition becomes an artform. "The point is not compensating. It's learning." The swift ascent brings her one bit closer to the wrecked floor of the parking garage, though it's all sweat and heat under the sun to work it out. "Pizza? Of course. I'd like a margherita or something with a crackly crust." Let the warm thoughts be in her mouth before the dark ones. The dark ones aren't welcome. "Zola... and Strucker? They have made our lives bad for so long. Tell me you're going to punch one in the stomach and the other in the face?"
James Barnes	"Not up to me. They were already in SHIELD custody by the time I got to them. But I did give Zola the scare of his lifetime and I think Strucker was shitting his pants, too. Between Dorothy and myself I think we got them so scared they would have told us anything. In any case, Peggy's back home now., We should visit soon." Bucky reaches the top of the wall and sits himself there. "I prefer crunchy crust myself."
Wanda Maximoff	"Crispy and smart for both of us. We are of a mind them." Laughter follows Bucky wherever he goes, though Wanda is slower and more cautious for the most part. She prefers to haul herself along diagonal axes, crisscrossing the structure until she gets to the point she wants: somewhere flat, straight. "Dorothy?" The name isn't familiar. not exactly. "Peggy is home, and we should. But hopefully no more danger coming her way?" Then she trots to the end of the platform and leaps, catching another freestanding lotus, and rapidly pursuing.
James Barnes	"I think she's a Black Widow SHIELD managed to recruit from the Red Room," Bucky admits with a shrug, waiting for Wanda to make her way up to the top. Once she starts to trot, he follows, ambling along. When she leaps up, he stops at the base of the lotus and grins up at her, reaching up to smack her ass while it's still in reach.
Wanda Maximoff	More black widows crawling around. More beautiful nightmares for them to dance with. Is it any wonder the red witch thinly smiles as she misjudges the next hop as he smacks her? Bucky clearly is to blame for everything, at least the twist that sees her reorient and drop to spring off a corner where two walls intersect. The flash of red light under her fingers flips her back on course, at a rush. "That's the way of the world, then."
James Barnes	Bucky raises a brow at her slip and then walks over to her once she's upright again, sliding his arms around Wanda's shoulders and pulling her back against his chest, chin settling on her head gently. "All right. I think it's time we go get that pizza. You deserve it after the hard workout," he teases, smiling against her hair.