see_your_fears (see_your_fears) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-23 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff (black widow), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch) |
Who: Natasha and Wanda
What: Talking about powers
Where Baxter's Bakery
When: Mid May
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Nat slipped into Baxter’s shortly after 2pm, not sure if she was early or not, but kind of hoping she was. It gave her a chance to try out something sweet, and to also settle into a table where she had a view of the entire establishment while she waited for Wanda. She had a lot to talk about with Wanda, and she wanted to talk to her before Jean did.
Wanda headed into the cafe a couple of minutes late. Brushing her hair back from her face, she quickly found Nat and headed over to the table where she was sat. “Hi, sorry I'm late, I got carried away at the library,” she apologised as she slid into the booth. “How are you?”
“I’ve been good, thank you.” She smiled at Wanda as she took a seat in the booth. “How about you? Work treating you well?”
“I have been well, although I might have to look for other work soon. The publicity company I am working for is looking at relocating to a different state,” Wanda sighed. “It is a shame, I like this job a lot,” she told Nat. “It is not something I wanted to be worrying about when I have these...other things to be dealing with as well,” she gestured to her head as she leaned forward on the table.
“I’m sorry.” Nat rested her hands on the table, and leaned in a little bit. “I know it’s a lot to deal with, but I know some people who could probably use your skills.”
The real world kind, not the super power kind. The super power kind was another beast all together. Natasha really just wanted to make sure Wanda could control it. For her sake, and the sake of everyone else.
“Thank you,” Wanda smiled at her friend. “My skills? Do you mean my uh...academic skills or my…other skills?” she asked quietly, casting a quick glance around them. She wasn’t sure how members of the public would react to her telekinesis.
“Both,” Natasha replied. “But I’m referring more to your academic skills. There’s a lot that is needed without dipping into such a specialized subset.” Wanda’s degree pursuit would fit right into the sciences division, and even before then her experience at her previous employer could at least give her a job on the PR front.
Wanda tucked some hair behind her ear as Nat talked. “So who are these people you are referring to? And how could I be a help to them? Are they the same people you work for?”she asked curiously.
“They are. I’m sure you’ve noticed a lot of strange goings on in the county.” It was hard not to, but a lot of non-dreamers tended to be oblivious. Fortunately. “We have a vested interest in ensuring people remain safe, and that outside agencies don’t all decide to come in and experiment on us. Part of that is public relations, though I suspect your degree could help a lot of people who aren’t quite human, too.”
“Noticed? The first month Pietro and I were here the county was invaded by vampires so yes, we noticed,” Wanda smiled. When Nat mentioned about being experimented on, Wanda swallowed and considered the possibility, not nice. “So are you a government department then?
“It could have been worse,” Natasha replied, giving Wanda a toothy smile. Her expression softened. “Yes and no. The feds don’t actually know what we’re doing or what goes on out here and we plan on ensuring it stays that way. Mostly we stay out of the way unless we need to mobilize heroes to fight. And there’s plenty of heroes to fight when things like vampires invade. Or aliens. There was that time it was aliens.”
“Yes, so I have noticed,” Wanda grinned in reply. Body swapping, aliens, renegade mistletoe, yeah, it could be worse. “Heroes? You mean like the ones from my Dreams? You want me to help you?” she asked, not quite believing that it was possible.
“With what you’re studying, you could help people. A lot of these people I’m talking about, they’re suffering. Either from PTSD or from the nature of their powers. What you’re pursuing for a degree, it could help them. And normal people too.”
Wanda smiled to herself as Nat talked. She liked the sound of what Nat was proposing. “Ok, let's do it,” she grinned across the table at her friend. “Are there people who have powers like mine? Could I learn how to use them better with your people?” she asked. Controlling her powers was of course a big concern for her, having nearly taken a chunk out of her hand with a knife she called to herself the other day.
“Nothing exactly like yours, as I’ve never known how they worked.” But no one had ever known how they’d worked, in either set of dreams. No one knew the upper limit of Wanda's powers in one, and in the other she could alter reality. It was a little frightening.
“But there are people I can learn from there?” Wanda asked, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked down the table where she was fiddling with a spoon that had been left on the table.
“Yes. One person I can think of, but she’s not affiliated with the Agency. The last I chatted with her she had her own plans on how to help gifted individuals.” Inhumans. Or mutants. Or otherwise - Natasha wasn’t sure where to classify Wanda anymore. Or even if classification was needed.
“Ok,” Wanda said slowly, nodding as she did. “What about Pietro? Could he help too?” she asked, her brother never far from her mind.
“Of course.” The twins often came as a set, and she wondered when they’d dream of his death. Or if they would. “What would you suggest?”
“I think Pietro needs to be challenged. Find his limits but also control his abilities,” Wanda explained. “Think we could find him someone who could do that with him?” she asked. She didn't want to speak for her brother, but she knew that he loved to run and wanted to push himself.
Natasha couldn’t disagree. She thought maybe the nature of his powers meant he’d push himself harder. Which could get him, or someone else, hurt. “I’ll see if I can find out. We don’t really have any speedsters.”
“Ok,” Wanda nodded and took a deep sigh before looking up at Nat with a determined expression. “Let’s do it,” she grinned.