Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-10-23 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: west coast avengers, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: california, z: om1: past character: clint barton |
It’s like we just can’t help ourselves
Characters: Wanda, Clint
Setting: Beach in Malibu
Content: Nothing questionable
Summary: Wanda finally confronts Clint about why they’ve been hating one another so much lately
Bickering between Clint and Wanda was nothing new to the inhabitants of the West Coast Avengers Headquarters. Their fighting had been going on for months, at all hours of the day and night, and even the smallest thing could set off it off. This was probably because Clint was hotheaded and Wanda was stubborn and the pair had long since lost any and all patience with each other. From something as trivial as what to watch on t.v. to how they handled themselves in battle, the pair seemed unable to agree on anything.
Wanda couldn’t even remember when exactly the feud began and she definitely wasn’t sure what caused it ( she reminded herself often that they’d actually started to become friends again back in New York). What Wanda did know was that she’d had enough of it. Living in a constant state of annoyance wasn’t particularly healthy and they way they were dealing it wasn’t remotely mature. Their attitude towards each other wasn’t doing the team, or Clint’s image as a leader, any favors either. After they’d snapped at one another over milk during breakfast this morning, she’d decided that it was time to finally confront Clint. Now all she could hope was that it didn’t, as it always did, turn into a shouting match.
In the middle of the afternoon she went in search of him and finally found him down at the beach with his bow, shooting arrows at a makeshift target of driftwood and cloth scraps. Arms crossed and a frown on her face, Wanda watched for awhile from atop a sand dune and then finally made her way down the scalding sand on bare feet. She held her hands up, palms out and fingers splayed, in a gesture of peace to deter any complaints at the interruption. As she approached him so offered a small uncertain smile and called out, “So. Hey, Clint.”