Who: Vision and Wanda, NPC Eira and eventually Loki When: 2031 (Future) Where: New York What: Wanda's magic goes haywire and sends the couple to the future briefly. Rating: PG-13 for Eira's mouth
It wasn't what he expected to happen. One moment they were in chaos. The next everything was quiet, absolute silence and stillness. He looked around, seeing the frozen explosions, fire immobile around them, chunks of cement and pavement floating in the air. Wanda was the only other thing moving besides him, and she looked at him with a breath of panic and suddenly her magic flared out even more.
Everything sped up, so quickly, blurs racing by them. Vision looked around in alarm, then quickly rushed to her. "Wanda. Wanda! Stop!" He put his arms around her, pulling the witch close to his chest, even though all her magic vibrated dangerously through him. "Stop. Stop. Wanda, you need to stop.... Sh. Stop..."
And everything did finally stop. Finally. He rubbed at her arms before pulling away some, looking to her face, glowing eyes quickly assessing how she fared before looking around.
"Wanda..." he said with some warning.
They were standing on top of a building. The city unfold beneath them, and it was abuzz with flying vehicles and buildings coated with solar silver, blacks, blues, and gold trims. There was a mammoth ship slowly moving along over the bay in the East, and there was some sort of faint grid he could pick out against the sky... a forcefield?
Then just as suddenly a woman appeared on the rooftop next to them, falling into a crouch before straightening. She was in a long black overcoat with blue flames trimmed into its edged. This coat seemed to move of its own accord, waving slightly to and fro as though underwater. Underneath was a blue 'vest' that only had two buttons clasping in front to hold in her breasts, leaving her middle entirely bare. She was wearing combat boots and tight fitting leggings with metal on the sides. This metal strip ended where it crossed over her knees protectively. A black doubled belt with metal circles hung low on her hips. It a long side satchel, also black leather, that hung off her hips and strapped to her leg holster style.
She also had a very high mohawk, all black hair except for the tips which were blue and white. Everything about her dark make up and ear studs and pierced nose screamed gothic punk.
At least she wasn't threatening seeming. She cocked one hip out to the side, one hand set on the curve and the other held out playfully. "Look at that. I'm a minute late." She stepped forward, leaning toward Vision, who leaned back just as much. "Fack, it's been way too long since I've seen you look like this. Way archaic, Pops." Ice blue eyes passed to Wanda, pointing a black fingernail toward her. "But you don't look much different, Mom. Little less gray. Grays are probably my fault, though."
Vision opened his mouth, but it just stayed open as he rapidly processed the information. He quickly mentally assessed the woman's face, taking in its grid pattern and making a memory comparison to a certain three-year-old.
This really is... But then that means... He looked quickly to the city again, then back. Ah.