Owner	Pose
Wanda Maximoff	The night begins such, as thrilling as being a witch about town is. Partying, clubbing? No. Saving the world? That's Saturday business. Seeing that newly restored Van Gogh? Maybe later. Wanda asks, "Jarvis, tell me what's new in the game library." Probably something like 195 titles appear in a scrolled line as she saunters over to a sofa. Her eyes narrow a little. "So much for easy pickings. I thought maybe we see a new cooperative game other than Smash Brothers, but no, look! The whole library. Jarvis, remove any rogue-like or single-player options, please?" 177 remain. Not much better, and that's just the new stuff.
James Barnes	"We could always play that new one that's got facsimiles of us," Bucky says as he steps up behind Wanda and looks over her shoulder, his arms draping over her shoulders and his chin resting on her head. "I like it when the Scarlet Witch does her ultimate move and all of you just _shivers_," he teases.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda tries not to roll her eyes. "They put me in a bathing suit. You get to have proper clothes, but they think I need a skirt or those skimpy shorts instead of proper leggings. Have they fought?" Of course not, but the protest for the design and the ever implausible arrangement of attire is something that always comes out. "You see Carol? She gets pants. They think they're needed in space. Why not just put me in a pointy hat?" Because pointy crown, but that's irrelevant. She tilts her head back, smirking a little. "I play you, then, and you can have the other controller. I suppose better than doing that game with the evil ducks."
James Barnes	"I like it," Bucky insists, laughing. "But that's because it brings back good memories." Of the early mornings? It's not like they don't see each other in skimpy clothing. "There's a shirtless skin for me, too, I'll show you how to unlock it," he says, laughing with a shake of his head as he grabs the controllers and tosses her one of them. He dumps himself on the couch. "You know, these video gams are super good for keeping hand-eye coordination _precise_."
Wanda Maximoff	Good memories. "Swimming in Greece. That blue beach, the grotto." Wanda sighs. "The visualization on that is very nice. We should actually go there." There are hazards to computer generated experiences, landscapes in particular, but she pulls her knees up to her chest and leans into the couch when Bucky sits. "You can't tell me they have the same for Steve. Do they? I am not comparing, I am worried Janet would sue the company out of existence. Unless she was responsible." It's Janet. Who knows. Janet knows. The controller caught in her hands gives a chance to feel how heavy or light it is. Her fingers are quick and graceful, manipulating the buttons and triggers in a rapid sequence. "How do Flashes play video games? Four at a time? I bet that bonus content has a Flash."
James Barnes	"If anyone would know how a speedster plays video games, babe, it would be you," he points out with a laugh, wrapping his arm around her waist and dragging her iover to sit next to him. "I don't know if they have one for Steve, buuuuuuuuut," he says, reaching for her control to give it a few quick commands, so that the chosen Winter Soldier sprite gets switched to one without a shirt on, his metal arm looking shinier than it is in real life. "There you go."
Wanda Maximoff	Shaking her head, Wanda waits for the loading screen to flicker into grandiose detail. She looks pointedly at the television once Bucky has the facsimile of himself up shirtless, and she looks pointedly over at him. "Why did they give you /that/ tattoo? It is gratuitous. They should try for scars. Heroic scars. Is that not what every male hero has? Buzz cut. Lantern jaw. Brooding stare. Scars." Ticked off, one by one, she seeks his confirmation. Her own avatar is bound to end up wearing pants only because of a digital demand, but maybe not. "What mission do we run? Not Loki in New York again, that is so strange. We were not there."
James Barnes	"It would have been a shorter fucking mission if we had been," Bucky points out with a snort. "Let's run the MODOK one. I love punting that round-faced little shit off of skyscrapers after shooting out his anti-grav." Of course, he keeps Scarlet Witch, hits a few commands, and she's in a very red, very skimpy bikini. "I'll say one thing: they got your proportions pretty well," he teases, grinning at her.
Wanda Maximoff	MODOK, yet another creep to face. "You would. Only because we cannot kick him around. Too heavy." Not for her anger-fuelled force bending, but Wanda tries not to reach those peaks. The cushions under her flatten when she leans forward to better line up for the television, forearms propped on her knees once her feet hit the ground. Classic bad gaming posture. "I like when we can fling barrels and set them on fire. The explosions are good to make everything wobble." Seeing herself as the DOA Beach Volleyball equivalent of an Avenger is a sight, but not really so entertaining. "Should I play Luau Widow? Murder in a grass skirt is something else. Insensitive. But funny. Why they do not have Father in a grass skirt and Polynesian helm..."
James Barnes	"I'm fairly sure it's because your father would kill them all if they tried, and they're well aware of it. Plus, something something, diplomatic something, something." Bucky loads up the mission and then leans back in his seat, tipping slightly towards Wanda as he falls into the ease of letting his eyes and fingers move without much thought behind it. as easy as this sort of thing is for speedsters, for Bucky it's still easier than for any normal human being. But it keeps him engaged.
Wanda Maximoff	"He has a better sense of humour." Hopeful as ever, Wanda Maximoff is. She leans forward and keeps checking the sticks, maneuvering her way through a tangled web of barriers that serve mostly to slow her down. "I will talk to Lorna. We can convince him to agree. Maybe if it benefits Genosha. A DLC for Genosha? Too soon, maybe." At ease with Bucky, sometimes she can pretend at normalcy. The way he moves speaks to habit, and for that, he racks up more successes at keeping health than she does. True to life, too. Though being the kind with the overkill power is helpful. She's more sparing with sprite-Bucky's shots, though still fairly sharp. "How should we entertain ourselves and earn our keep? Are there any rogue enemies you want to put away?"
James Barnes	"One of the things I've learned to appreciate," Bucky says after a long moment of contemplation, "mostly thanks to you," he adds, leaning over and presses his temple to her shoulder, "are the moments when nothing is going on and I can just relax." He sighs and then straightens a bit. "There's a lot of heroes in the world. We can take breaks."
Wanda Maximoff	"We have sat by and waited. It is too strange to imagine. I am not suited to space and leave that province to someone else. There must be other matters to do." Her eyes close for a moment. "Maybe break the bonds of an elder evil. There is a book," Wanda says. Bucky, on screen, runs into a box. He keeps running at the corner until jostled out of the way through haptic feedback in the controller. "A book that contains all the hate and hurt ever woven in the world. The Christians talk of an original sin. It was no apple in a garden. Maybe the sum of loathing for life or independent beings that didn't kneel for him. It is sometimes out, freely. Sometimes not."
James Barnes	"You want to go book hunting for an evil book that contains all the evil stuff in the world? You wanna go hunting for like, fucking Pandora's diary or something?" Bucky tilts his head and turns to look at Wanda, raising a brow. "I'll go and do anything with you. You know that. You don't need to convince me. If you think this is important, we'll go do it."
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda shakes her head. "It gets out and corrupts people. It does worse than kill them. I know pages have come free," she says, slow and thoughtful while taking shots at random targets on screen. "The pages cannot stay free out there. I do not want to read them. Put them behind a fence and a barbed wire, buried in a box twenty feet down in a place no one knows. They cannot be burned or destroyed. We tried once. I tried. The paper burned. The words then flew to a man's arm and back, and he went mad. Cultists found him and cut the missing page free. So it lives on." The controller she sets to the side. "But that's the problem for me. The Darkhold is not used lightly or ever. Recover bits of it, before we find some way to destroy it."
James Barnes	James Barnes says, "So we go find the pages that are free. Put them back where they belong. Put the book... somewhere where it can't be found." Bucky knows all this is easier said than done; he isn't minimizing the enormity of the task at hand. But like any task oriented person, he's trying to get the plan in his head, even if the pieces of it are, for all intents and purposes at the moment, insurmountable."