Bonds Characters: Wanda and the demon, Iron Man, Spider-Woman despite instructions, SHIELD people Setting: Wanda and Jess' house Content: Lowkey body horror demon business Summary: This demon is under arrest for being a total downer.
Nothing on the Sphere had seemed so far to Tony, every new construction, every population movement, every birth and death precisely recorded and accessible to him, until that moment. Without any commitment to the Avengers, his life as an adventurer had been largely self-directed, timetables entered into rather than thrust upon him, life and death easily anticipated or events already missed. It felt like Tony's heart had become a muscle weakened with disuse, hammering against his chest as he darted through the network of the Sphere, skimming barely over the tops of heads then shooting up through access ports that barely opened in time for Iron Man to scratch his paint on. It wasn't exactly the time to be making demands, but Tony had to wonder, since he wasn't an Avenger then, he wasn't part of S.H.I.E.L.D. god help him, and he very much wasn't the magic expert, what the hell had made Jess call him? She couldn't have fond memories of her terrible haircut. Tony was still traumatized by that.
There wasn't a fast enough answer to his myriad of dial outs to make up for Jess' mistake in calling him, so he shunted them all to the back of his awareness, leaving urgent enough distress messages to get at least one other body in motion. Until then, how hard could it be to investigate one knocked out woman? Iron Man came to a sliding stop in front of the door, as yet unfamiliar to him, that was pretty terrible, a total system meltdown shouldn't have been what got him here, but there was so much to do every day that it kept on shuffling lower on the list of priorities and it hadn't seemed like so much time had passed, honestly, and there were other people he had yet to see that he wasn't even sure had made it....it was terrible. He braced his hands on either side of the door for a steadying beat, chest heaving, searching the place again to make sure Wanda hadn't moved and to get his bearings in case he was walking into something that got out of hand. Was she breathing? Iron Man edged through the door before it was totally open, one eye on Wanda as he stalked through the place straight to her to once again come to a stop at the door. Now what? Jessica had said not to 'aggravate' it, but that could mean anything. Inviting himself into places seemed to aggravate a few people. After another moment's hesitation, Iron Man gave a tentative knock, watching Wanda from her video link from outside for any response. Maybe she just needed a little nap and was fine now. Everyone got a little carried away and filled their room with meat every once in a while, it was normal, you weren't supposed to remember some parties. "Jessie? You still with me?" he tried, instinctively under his breath, like whispering in the darkness. Maybe she could give him a little direction. He couldn't really be here to talk her down, could he? Talking was a personal skill, but Tony's specialty definitely lied in the opposite outcome. There were better people for that, people like Cap or Jan or literally anyone else. Please, someone else respond.