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Heads up, he knows.

Are you all right?

Besides the occasional surge of panic, the mild regret and casual anxiety... yeah.

Didn't exactly plan that to go that way. Why does everything I do have no plan whatsoever?

Because you think too fast?

I will listen if you want to talk. We could go somewhere?

More like act too fast but... yeah.

Sure? Somewhere chill and with minimal risk of running into Pops?

If he tries to barge in here, he's leaving.

And I have peaches?

Sounds good enough - meet you there in a few.

I am not going anywhere. :)

[She's pretty sure it won't be more than a few seconds at most. She probably won't be able to get to the peaches, but maybe she'll be able to extract herself from the blanket.]

[And true to his word, Peter arrives in "a few" - to some that might be minutes but tonight for him it's merely seconds indeed. He's there in the doorway, shades on the top of his head and his hands in his jacket pockets before he flicks his eyes to the side and upon remembering his manners - knocks on the nearest wall as if to ask entrance after the fact.]

Hey. Sorry - I never know when to knock.

[Wanda looks up, foot still caught in the blanket, tries to wave, and almost loses her balance. Smooth.

Well, they can just be messes together.]

It's fine. The door was open.

[Aaaaand now she's free. Finally.]

[He smiles a bit, looking around the room like he just realized he doesn't know what to do with himself now that he's there. Because he has just realized he doesn't know what to do with himself now that he's there.]

I brought more of the blue stuff. [He takes out a handful from his pocket, tossing a wrapped bundle her way before idling a little farther in to lean up against the nearest surface.]

But yeah. What's done's... definitely done.

What did he say?

[The far corner of Wanda's room has been taken over by the large squishy poufs and pillows that she'd originally bought for the lounge of the Moira. She motions towards the 'chairs' and crosses the room to retrieve two peaches. Hope you're not weirded out be levitating peaches, Peter - her hands are too full to pull this off the normal way.]

[Levitating peaches are cool, what are you talking about. He smiles at them, sort of following them over before plopping down - it's then that he returns to sighing and running his hand back through his hair.]

I think it clicked after I said it? I kinda threw it out there outta the blue, and I think for a second he thought it was a joke but... then it clicked.

[He won't forget that feeling, that look on Erik's face?]

That must have been hard.

[To have something that important just completely go ever Erik's head at first? Peter should get a medal for not bolting.

She flops gracelessly onto another pouf, her own snacks still hovering around her.]

Do you regret it?

I don't think so? It's... been something I've wanted to do. I just hope it doesn't bite me in the ass somehow.

[He slinks back, relaxing.] But I don't know what's gonna change yet. If anything.

I don't know. He is...difficult to read. But I think he must feel like that too.

[She unwraps the blue thing, breaks it in sort-of half, and waves the larger one over to Peter. He needs some cheering up.]

It could have been worse? At least you didn't try to flirt with a version of your daughter. [Because that happened.]

[He takes it with a nod, breaking off a smaller bit and popping it in his mouth.

Juuust in time to nearly choke:] What?

[See? It totally could have been worse and Wanda probably has a super awkward conversation in her future.]

When he was new here, every time we talked he tried to flirt. It was terrible. I didn't know what to do, what to say. It wasn't my secret to tell.

Uh, ew? [If he wasn't still trying to chew he'd pretend to wretch.]

Oh my god, I'm like. So sorry. My skin is crawling. Like, heebie-jeebies crawling and want to die via second hand skeeve on your behalf.

[Twinning; when you share the most traumatic of feelings imaginable.] That's... that's gonna be fun to revisit.

It's going to be terrible. I would say I hope that he never mentions it, but I am not feeling lucky.

[She has never been so envious of Vision's ability to just phase through the floor as she was then. If she could have just noped out, she would have.]

Can you like, dodge him for eternity? Maybe... I don't know [he wiggles his fingers in the air] and make him forget.

Actually, make yourself forget too. He can live with his shame but you shouldn't have to. [He's kidding, but still. Ugh.]

I...

[Wanda stiffens. She supposes that theoretically it could be possible, but the only other person who had ever mentioned that to her had been Strucker. Back then, she'd had to pretend she couldn't - she didn't want to know what he would try to force her to do.]

...I am not sure I want to know if I can. And I have never been able to use my powers on myself.

Edited 2017-12-08 02:24 (UTC)

Fair. [It could be a disaster, hell if he knows - he's not the wispy twin.]

I can do what I can to buffer awkward conversations? You see him coming just be like, yo Peter. Come here. And boom, I'll be there to steer conversations in completely different ways? I don't know. I'm still so sorry. [That Dad's a... hornball? Maybe?]

And you too. I am not as fast as you, but if you need help with awkward conversations I will come.

Deal. [Fistbump?]

I'm trying to think of questions to ask him but it's weird. I had so many when I was younger, when I didn't know who he was - but now that I have a chance to ask it's just like... bzzt. Where to even start.

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