wanda maximoff (fears) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-05-22 23:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, peter quill (star-lord), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch) |
WHO: Wanda Maximoff & Peter Quill
WHERE: Peter (Yondu's) Place
WHEN: May 14th; after this convo.
WHAT: A hang out, some awkward talks, and Peter sleeps with a girl for the first time.
WARNINGS: Much awkward and cute.
STATUS: Complete.
It was probably the stupidest thing Peter could have done before seeing Wanda but he couldn't help it. After their network exchange, he'd called up Kat, breaking one of his main rules of hookups: let the girl call him. There was a reason he'd called Kat too -- he was basically nothing but a hot body to her. They never talked, they barely liked each other, and he wasn't allowed to wear shirts when he went over.
Rules were rules, but at least he got all that pent up energy out before seeing Wanda.
And now that he had Wanda in the truck, he was completely regretting having called Kat. Wanda was just ...so ...different than the street-wise, closed off brunette. There was this sense of innocence that, honestly, was probably why he was so attracted to her. She had a way of looking at the world in a hopeful manner, rather than a cynical one, even after everything that had happened to her.
When they got to Yondu's, Peter was thankful to see the older man's truck wasn't there. Good. Yondu would make some sort of crass comment and that would make this even weirder than it needed to be. This way too, they didn't need to hide in his room if they didn't want to...unless...
"Have you ever sat on a waterbed before?"
Her conversation with Peter had left Wanda a lot to think about. And at the same time, nothing to really think about. She knew that she shouldn't really be surprised that Peter had options, of course he did. He was a great guy, even though Peter seemed to put himself down a lot, it wasn't like women were blind -her friends in class asked her once or twice about the man who occasionally picked her up when they were going somewhere. Her roommate wasn't nosy though, so nothing was asked about her coloured cheeks after discovering that she'd wrongly labelled the blue haired girl as Peter's girlfriend.
In some ways, she was a little glad of that. For more than one reason, maybe, but largely because she always seemed so rude, and Peter shouldn't have to deal with someone being so negative towards him all the time. He was bad enough on himself.
She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but the ride from the campus to Peter's home (Yondu's home where Peter lived) seemed a little tense, although with the music on and humming along, something Peter'd always encouraged before, she managed to down play her own uncertainty.
"A waterbed?" The question shocked her a little, "Like a ...bed of water? A pool?" What, on earth, would someone need with a bed of water?
Peter gave a laugh. "No, not a pool... it's just what I said. A bed. Come on." He motioned her to follow him down a hallway to a small room at the end. After having been Yondu's spare room/storage for so long, Peter had been slow with turning it into his own space. The closet still held all of Meredith's things that Peter occasionally looked through, although Yondu would be mad if he found out. Otherwise, the room looked like ...well, more like a teenager's than an adults. He had the waterbed, of course, and some beanbag chairs. There was a small TV and an Xbox on a dresser, and clothes kind of strewn everywhere. He'd forgotten about that.
Nudging it out of the way with his foot, he pointed towards the bed. "Sit, it's cool. The mattress is full of water. It's like ...sleeping on a cloud."
The concept was an odd one. Wanda wasn't exactly sure why someone would want to sleep on water, it was soft and moving and that wasn't the best. She'd had hard mattresses before, in the trailers when they were moving around in her youth, she and Pietro would sleep on the hard mats with dozens of hand made quilts. When they got the house and settled, then they had slightly better mattresses, but still rather thin and solid. More recently, in America, it was far easier to get a more supportive mattress, one that wasn't wobbling or solid.
So...
Leaving her bookbag by the door to Peter's room, Wanda gave the bed a poke with her finger, frowning a little at the way the mattress moved before she carefully sat and promptly nearly fell over. "This is odd," but like many things she was doing for the first time, not terrible odd. Swaying a little, the waterbed moving with her, Wanda put her hands behind her to steady, but that just made things sway more. "Is it like rocking to sleep?"
Peter gave a little laugh, watching Wanda peer at the bed curiously, and laughed harder when she fell over. For his part, he stayed near his dresser, leaning against it with his hands on the edge behind him.
It was kinda strange, having her in his space. Because of Yondu's rules, he always went elsewhere. His room was his spot, the only spot really, that belonged to him in the house. And at the end of the day it was still Yondu's.
"I always wanted one when I was a kid," Peter confessed. "We didn't have the money, and by the time I probably could have gotten one, they weren't really in vogue." He nodded at the bed. "Yondu picked that up at some estate sale for me, so... I guess little Peter likes it. And yah, sorry -- it does kinda rock you to sleep. Better than the beds in prison anyways." He gave a short, bitter laugh. "Everything's better than prison."
"I think the point of prison is to be worse than life outside of jail." She didn't mean that he shouldn't get things, but that was sort of the point of going to prison, it was a punishment, it wouldn't work as a deterrent if things were nice there.
"Sounds like Yondu wanted to give you something to you wanted as a child." Which was cute, although the rocking, she wasn't sure how that would work when trying to sleep. Maybe like the rocking of the trailer when they were driving through the night back home. Carefully, Wanda lay back, trying to let things settle to see how it would be. "I'm used to very firm beds, thin mats and hard beds. I think I would feel like I'm sinking in here."
Peter smirked at Wanda's comment. Of course prison sucked. That was the bottom line of it all. It was why he was so inspired to be doing well now -- he wasn't going back, damnit. He watched her with amusement on the bed and tilted his head when she laid down.
Calm down, boy, he said to himself, trying not to think about how pleased he felt, seeing her lay down like that. Sitting was one thing but damnit ...maybe this was a bad idea. It was definitely a bad idea.
"It's not bad when someone's next to you," he blurted out. "You kind of stabilize each other or something ..."
And that was a bad sentence because now he was picturing laying with her...maybe cuddling...something that he normally didn't think about ...ugh.
"I can see why you'd like it."
It wasn't exactly the best, and the support was probably terrible. But it definitely wasn't a hard prison mattress, and maybe that was so that Peter didn't wake up from a bad dream and feel like he might be back in prison again. "Come lay down then, otherwise I may fall out." Wanda didn't say it in a sultry manner, she didn't have a come hither kind of voice or crook her finger at Peter. Wanda honestly wouldn't have known where to start there.
She just gave the side of the waterbed a pat, shuffling awkwardly to make a little room. "Can I ask you a question? About... About prison?" And if there was any other indication that Wanda hadn't caught on to any kind of more intimate avenue, it was probably that topic.
Peter hesitated for a moment before getting on the bed. Of course, it was a little awkward since he was trying to avoid touching her but finally he decided to throw caution to the wind. He pulled her up so that their heads were on pillows, and he put his arm under hers, so that he could hold her to his side. The bed stabilized then, and he was able to be on his side, looking at her while they talked.
And of course, she would bring up the one thing he hated talking to her about. Not that he had any horrible memories of the place -- more that he hated he'd been to prison. Several times. "Sure," he responded. "You can ask me anything except for about soap on a rope. Those jokes get lame after a while." Not to mention offensive.
The shuffling around, mild rearranging was a little distracting, but Wanda felt like she wouldn't roll right out the bed, and it was comfortable, more comfortable than she'd thought it would be. It was like when she'd snuggled up with Pietro during the winters at home, sharing heat and bundling against the cold. Except it wasn't really cold right now.
Her brows furrowed a little at the soap on a rope, but she didn't let it distract her too much. "Why were you there? What did you do?" The fact that he'd been in prison didn't really colour Wanda's opinion on Peter. People made mistakes, it was learning from them that mattered. Given she was turning out to be a terrorist in the dreams, she didn't think she had room to comment too deeply anyway.
"Oh man, that's a long story." And was it really? He usually gave people the quick two word answer: bank robbery. He let them fill in the blanks and that usually pleased him just fine. How would he explain this to her without completely alienating her?
"Um. Well. I was never the greatest kid, just got into trouble a lot of the time, and I guess one thing led to another and I was sent to juvie in high school. Yondu tried to help me out, get me into military school or something, but nah, judge threw the book at me. I think that was for ..vandalism? Maybe stealing a car? I can't even remember....when I got out, I kind of wandered around, did a few odd jobs, picked up trades here and there, and I tried to stay on the up and up? But it's just way too easy to con people. Hustled a lot of people at pool .... did a few other jobs that I didn't get caught for. I'm not really proud of all this, by the way," he added. "I just ..I don't like hiding stuff from you and you asked so ...."
He sighed. "Anyways. I was asked to do this bank job. I'm pretty handy, can invent some tools and stuff, and some friends of mine wanted to do it. I said no...and then I heard my grandfather died. He raised me after my mom died, and well..we didn't get along too well....it hit me hard. Before I knew it, I'd agreed. I was point man, and getaway driver.....when we got caught, they offered to lessen my sentence if I would rat everyone out but I couldn't do that. So. I took the full sentence. 7 years ....but I got out in 5. Good behaviour and crap....so that's why I have a parole officer, and can't really leave for the next two years." He cleared his throat. "I've never been a good person ...but I'm trying now."
It seemed to Wanda that the correction system in America was built to fail those who fell into it. She couldn't really see why someone young would be given a harsh punishment rather than helped. But that was likely more to do with the for-profit prison system.
What she appreciated most was Peter's honesty. She knew that it wasn't the easiest of subjects for him, but the fact that he was trying for her rather than just shutting it down with a flippant answer. So she listened as he explained how things happened, what had transpired, and how he'd ended up in jail. And as stupid as it might've been not to take a deal, there was a certain degree of character about not taking a deal to betray others.
Even if they deserved it.
"You're a good person," Wanda laid her hand over Peter's arm, giving a light squeeze, "because you're not proud, and you are trying to be better. You should stop selling yourself short." It didn't really matter to Wanda why he'd done whatever he'd done. Because she knew him now, and who he was. And he was her friend. "My opinion isn't going to change on the matter either, no matter what you tell me."
Peter gave her a wry grin. At some point in his story, he'd found a lock of her hair, and he couldn't help himself . He was nervous, and generally, he kept his hands busy. Instead, he was now playing with her hair and wondering how she managed to get it so soft. When she touched him, he almost jumped but didn't. This was different than it was with ..the other girls. That was purely sexual. This was an actual friendship. Even if more would be nice, he knew he couldn't do it. No matter how many times she said he was a good person ... did he really believe it?
"I am kinda the hero in my dream story," he admitted, letting his ego play up a bit. "I mean, I guess I'm really an anti-hero but I'm pretty sure people are rooting for me.... so who knows. In some reality I'm deserving of stuff ... don't know about this one. You're way too good for me though. Waaaay too good."
Was that lipgloss? Peter briefly wondered what it would taste like.
There was something peaceful about Peter playing with her hair, the slight movements of the bed, it was comforting. It was in direct opposition to the swoop in her gut from the affectionate act, and how close they were, but she kept the focus on their discussion rather than her building feelings. "Anti-heroes are more popular," there was something more human about an anti-hero, something more relatable about a flawed hero. "I think more people would root for you than for someone without a little baggage."
You're way too good for me though.
She wondered if that were even true any more, or if the dreams would slowly shift parts of her, if her dreams were just telling her where her life would lead. And that mostly wasn't good. But she didn't want to focus on that, lifting her hand to flick at Peter's nose, since his face was so close. "You deserve good things here too," something she'd been saying for a long time. "Mistakes don't mean you don't get to be happy."
He laughed a little and batted her hand away. "Okay okay. We're both awesome." He had more to say but he suddenly yawned. Why was he so tired?
Oh right -- he was up all night with Kat and had fully expected to sleep today. And didn't.
"Oh man," he said, closing his eyes and pulling her a little closer. "You're comfy...." And smelled good. "Wanna nap?"
Wanda huffed out a small laugh, leaning in as Peter pulled her a bit closer, a tiny shuffle having her resting comfortably against his side. "It's because your bed is more stable." If two people made it less like quicksand after all.
But she could understand being tired, and she had just spent the day in school, some classes were dull and she felt drained from sitting there hearing information she already knew, since the courses were all winding down for summer. "Yondu won't mind if we sleep? I could make some food later, if he comes home."
"I don't really care what Yondu thinks," Peter admitted with a grin. "He won't kick me out and he won't yell at me if you're here." He paused. "Especially if you cook....I forgot you could cook....best sandwiches ever..." His eyes were fully closed at this point, and he was relaxing more and more next to her. "Just go to sleep...I won't get you into trouble. You can trust me."
Smiling softly, especially as Peter drawled more and more, settling closer to sleep, Wanda gave in and snuggled along Peter's side, letting her arm fall over his side and taking the nap that she was actually more ready for than she would've thought. She hadn't really expected that hanging out at Peter's would result in snuggle naps, but it wasn't like she was going to complain about it at all either.