Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-12-05 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: new york |
You treat me just like another stranger.
Characters: Wanda, Tony
Setting: New York Palace Hotel, early evening
Content: Idk
Summary: Wanda confronts Tony
Even the Hulk couldn't smash the holiday spirit in New York City. The area around Rockefeller Center had been for the most part miraculously spared and it was at 45 Rockefeller plaza that Wanda got out of a cab with a mind to walk the rest of the way to Tony's hotel on Madison Avenue. Covered in a blanket of snow that had been falling steadily all day and with nearly all of the buildings intact and decorated for the holidays, these few blocks almost seemed normal. As if there wasn't destruction just up the street, as though there weren't a crater in the midst of the city and casualties in the hundreds. Life always moved inexorably forward, even in the face of tragedy.
Wanda paused to admire the famous tree which they'd put up despite the destruction a week before. It was nearing sunset and soon they would be lighting it. She meandered up West Fiftieth Street to Fifth Avenue and the glittering window displays of Saks. Fifty-first street took her past the grandiose facade of St. Patrick's Cathedral, across from which was the beautiful and historic New York Palace hotel. It was here, beneath the front gate's wrought iron archway, that Wanda paused to stare up at the building's many windows. The courtyard was decorated for Christmas with white lights and a towering tree. It was such a lovely place and she wished she were here under better circumstances.
This was meant to be a confrontation and, though she didn't want to admit it to herself, probably Wanda's resignation. She just couldn't handle Tony anymore, not like this, especially when she didn't deserve the way he'd been treating her. It might be different if he would at least tell her what she'd done wrong, but they barely spoke, and as the meeting yesterday had proven he seemed to have difficulty being even remotely friendly. She didn't need to take this, not when Fury would welcome her back with open arms.
With a deep breath she steeled herself and left the freezing festive courtyard for the lavish lobby where she asked for Tony's Stark's room and got into an elevator. At his door she stood silently for a full minute before pressing her lips into a stubborn frown and banging her palm against the door. It was time to talk to Mr. Stark.