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Moon Knight (giftshopist) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2022-05-07 19:27:00

Entry tags:

moon knight (mcu), wanda maximoff

Who: Wanda and Marc
When: Friday night
Where: Food court
What: Marc is Not Steven. Surprise!

Steven had been reading again, although in bed this time rather than hunched over a desk, so Marc had suddenly been shoved to the front when Steven drifted off to sleep. The weird textbook about hieroglyphics and their grammar snapped into focus when he took Steven's glasses off, and then he'd waited a while to make sure Steven was properly asleep before slipping out of bed and changing back into clothes instead of pajamas. It was his time with the body, after all, and he wanted to check out the park and see this weird no-breathing part that the Doc had told him about. First, though, was his usual stop at the food court.

Steven was a vegan. Marc kinda... wasn't. He did his best to keep kosher, so he was avoiding things with ham and shrimp and stuff, and he got where Steven was coming from with being vegan, he really did, but if Bucky had left out sandwiches with chicken or beef in them, they were his. It was late, though, so he might just have to take whatever was there.

He found a chicken salad sandwich, and made himself some coffee - it wasn't just Steven that was tired, after all - and then picked a table to sit at.

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wanda_the_witch
2022-05-08 03:06 pm UTC (link)

Wanda had been restless. Every day brought her a little bit of further away from her past. None of her things had arrived with her. The clothes she was wearing had been created by her. There was nothing there to connect her to what had once been. Tommy and Billy. Vision. Pietro. They only ever visited her in her dreams. And those were becoming fewer. She had hoped that the Darkhold could help her find a way to get her family back. That she would finally have the key to understand her powers. This thing that rendered her different. That had given her the possibility to change reality and yet mostly brought her pain. Vision's death would forever be burned into her memory. And in a way being on this station was weirdly soothing. The empty halls visualised what she felt inside. She had only been a mother for a few days but it had left an imprint on her like nothing else.

Red swirls surrounded her hand as her feet carried her towards the cafe. She couldn't sleep so she would start to prepare for the next day. Her thoughts, however, were not with the baking. They were with the chance she had lost. She tried to recall the glimpses she had gained of the Darkhold. They weren't much. She remembered themes but not details. So once again, she had to learn on her own, had to see what of the seminars she could use. Only there was no one here who was quite like her. She held her powers back during them. Only wielded them to the extend that they were needed. She did not wish people to fear her. But she did not wish to hide either.

She wasn't alone when she entered the food court. Someone else had already taken a place and was eating a sandwich. "Steven?" she asked. The red swirls vanished as she stepped towards the man. "Are you up late or early?"

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giftshopist
2022-05-08 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Marc didn't react at first, quickly reading through the network and the messages on Steven's (their?) phone. Steven's problem with the flickering lights was clearly caused by Khonshu being... well, Khonshu. Intimidating and scaring Steven wasn't going to make him magically stop interfering since he wasn't actually interfering in the first place, but the Moon god seemed to be of the opinion that a scared Steven was going to be a quiet Steven. Marc was going to need to get that sorted out. The Doc wanting to show Steven video footage of their chat from the other night, though. Shit. He might need to see if he could somehow wipe that footage.

And then he realized that the person who spoke was actually talking to him. He must be more tired than he thought, shit. He swallowed the mouthful of sandwich as the woman approached, and took a quick drink of coffee to clear his mouth and hopefully wake himself up a little. Did he know her? ...Yes. This was Wanda, Avenger and maker of libraries for Steven. "Wanda, hi. Up late," he answered with a nod, and then drank more coffee.