[ It's hard to even think about sleeping, as exhausted as she is, when she's been drugged into a stupor for her entire stay in the Raft. Ross had (rightfully) been the most afraid of her getting loose, and so in addition to the shock collar and the straitjacket they'd kept her drugged into a hazy twilight. She has too much pent-up energy from not being able to even stand and she knows the nightmares will come again if she tries to sleep.
(If she even succeeds in sleeping.)
So instead she slips out of bed and pads into the kitchen. Tea would be a good place to start, and maybe some comfort food for a late-night snack if she can find ingredients. This is an old routine. Wanda and sleep haven't been friends since her brother died. It had gotten better over the past year, but now...well, everything's gone thoroughly to shit. And she can't shake the feeling that it's all her fault.]
Oh-- I'm sorry. [Of course she isn't the only one having trouble tonight.] Am I interrupting?
[ Daisy's not surprised to feel the movement of someone else coming closer, though she's too distracted by her screen to look up until the person enters. Wanda, the one who had been experimented on by Hydra. The one who had been restrained and drugged— It takes a great deal of effort to force her anger down enough so she won't accidentally quake the kitchen; Wanda doesn't need the stress of an unexpected earthquake on top of everything else she's been through. ]
No, of course not. [ Tilting her laptop's screen down so it's not quite visible, she gestures vaguely at the room around them. ] It's a free kitchen, chock full of... Well, not a ton of fresh stuff because we only brought the basics with us, but there's enough canned goods to last at least a quarter of an apocalypse.
[ She realizes she's rambling and grimaces slightly, folding her arms on the table counter where she'd set up shop. ] Sorry. This is probably weird and overwhelming for you, huh?
[Wanda manages a weak smile.] I don't even care what kind of tea it is as long as long as there is some.
Do you want any?
[She steps out of the threshold and into the kitchen, but even as she goes for the cabinets she still seems ill at ease. It's something about the set of her shoulders - if Daisy were to make a sudden noise behind her, she'd probably jump.]
...it is not the first cage I've been in, [she says quietly. She's not sure which was worse. Strucker at first hadn't cared whether she lived or died, while Ross had a vested interest in keeping her alive just in case there was some future catastrophe they needed to trot her out to face. But in HYDRA's cells she'd known Pietro was on the other side of the wall. She could sense him, and she'd taken comfort in his presence. But in the Raft...she'd known the others were close, but she'd been in no state to even reach for them psychically or even try to talk to them. She might as well have been completely alone.]
((ooc: thanks for your patience! I had a procedure this week))
[ Daisy returns that smile, sadness etched into her expression as her anger begins to settle into a simmering burn instead of a raging inferno. It spikes again as she watches move, though, and when she speaks... Those quiet words are like a dagger to the chest. She doesn't have to be able to read minds to guess what the other woman is feeling right now. ]
It'll be the last if I have anything to say about it. [ There's steel behind the words and a quiet determination that won't be shaken. Her tone says that she will brook no arguments, nor will she accept any other outcome but the one she's decided upon. She's learned that attitude from the best.
Closing the laptop fully with a quiet click, she stays seated but gives Wanda her full attention. In a slightly brighter tone, she adds: ] Tea would be great, thanks. There should be a selection in the far right cabinet.
((ooc: I'm always happy to wait when things come up! I hope everything went smoothly.))
[Wanda gives her a brittle smile and moves towards the tea cabinet. She wants to believe it, but...there were more cells than Avengers. Plenty of places to toss other 'inconvenient' people.
And she has seen enough of Ross's mind to know that if he catches Daisy and the others, he will absolutely make an example of them out of pure spite.]
I...I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I've caused enough trouble.
[Would Clint and Sam and Scott have been thrown in a place like the Raft if she hadn't been there? For them, it was mostly overkill. For her, it was just barely enough. And maybe if she'd been stronger in Lagos this never would have happened to begin with.
She pulls boxes of tea bags out of the counter one by one, trying to focus on the embossed texture of the cardboard and the slight weight of the boxes in her hands. Solid, real. This is real.
'Tension Tamer'...she's not sure what's in that but it's worth setting aside to consider later. Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast...nope. It's too much to hope she'll find something like that floral blend she loves here, but--]
What is this...? [She turns to Daisy, holding up a box of Constant Comment, temporarily brought of her dark mood. Of all the things to name a tea, why?] This is not a flavor. Or a useful description.
[ Wanda's words remind Daisy so much of herself that it hurts. There's a physical ache in her as she remembers what that dark place feels like, where you're sure you deserve everything that's happened and that you'll only cause more pain in the future. In that place, there was no hope that there might be another way forward, not even a speck of light at the end of the tunnel for the longest time.
She can't leave Wanda there, but the process of how exactly to pull her from that darkness... That's the question. ]
Huh? [ She hadn't quite been paying attention until Wanda turned and spoke again, but when the words catch up and she processes the box in question, Daisy can't help but laugh in genuine amusement. ] You know, I always thought the same thing. It's weird, right? Tasty, but weird.
[ The Other Topic still hangs in the air between them, an eventuality that will be discussed again, but for now, she'll let Wanda steer the conversation. If she wants to talk about tea, then they'll talk about tea. For now. ]
[Part of Wanda is just resigned that this is the way it's going to have to be. Even if she had stayed at the compound with Vision, she's sure it would have still been a steady slide into the Raft (if that - who defines who is deemed so 'dangerous' to warrant indefinite imprisonment?). One way or another, there is just another cage to look forward to.
And only if she's very lucky will she escape something worse than what Ross just put her through. HYDRA is still out there and she knows they'd just love to get their hands on her again...
But there's nothing to be done about that right now. Right now, she only has to focus on making the simple(?) decision of which tea she wants.]
It smells...nice? But I don't know if I want something to keep me awake or put me back to sleep.
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(If she even succeeds in sleeping.)
So instead she slips out of bed and pads into the kitchen. Tea would be a good place to start, and maybe some comfort food for a late-night snack if she can find ingredients. This is an old routine. Wanda and sleep haven't been friends since her brother died. It had gotten better over the past year, but now...well, everything's gone thoroughly to shit. And she can't shake the feeling that it's all her fault.]
Oh-- I'm sorry. [Of course she isn't the only one having trouble tonight.] Am I interrupting?
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No, of course not. [ Tilting her laptop's screen down so it's not quite visible, she gestures vaguely at the room around them. ] It's a free kitchen, chock full of... Well, not a ton of fresh stuff because we only brought the basics with us, but there's enough canned goods to last at least a quarter of an apocalypse.
[ She realizes she's rambling and grimaces slightly, folding her arms on the table counter where she'd set up shop. ] Sorry. This is probably weird and overwhelming for you, huh?
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Do you want any?
[She steps out of the threshold and into the kitchen, but even as she goes for the cabinets she still seems ill at ease. It's something about the set of her shoulders - if Daisy were to make a sudden noise behind her, she'd probably jump.]
...it is not the first cage I've been in, [she says quietly. She's not sure which was worse. Strucker at first hadn't cared whether she lived or died, while Ross had a vested interest in keeping her alive just in case there was some future catastrophe they needed to trot her out to face. But in HYDRA's cells she'd known Pietro was on the other side of the wall. She could sense him, and she'd taken comfort in his presence. But in the Raft...she'd known the others were close, but she'd been in no state to even reach for them psychically or even try to talk to them. She might as well have been completely alone.]
((ooc: thanks for your patience! I had a procedure this week))
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It'll be the last if I have anything to say about it. [ There's steel behind the words and a quiet determination that won't be shaken. Her tone says that she will brook no arguments, nor will she accept any other outcome but the one she's decided upon. She's learned that attitude from the best.
Closing the laptop fully with a quiet click, she stays seated but gives Wanda her full attention. In a slightly brighter tone, she adds: ] Tea would be great, thanks. There should be a selection in the far right cabinet.
((ooc: I'm always happy to wait when things come up! I hope everything went smoothly.))
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And she has seen enough of Ross's mind to know that if he catches Daisy and the others, he will absolutely make an example of them out of pure spite.]
I...I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I've caused enough trouble.
[Would Clint and Sam and Scott have been thrown in a place like the Raft if she hadn't been there? For them, it was mostly overkill. For her, it was just barely enough. And maybe if she'd been stronger in Lagos this never would have happened to begin with.
She pulls boxes of tea bags out of the counter one by one, trying to focus on the embossed texture of the cardboard and the slight weight of the boxes in her hands. Solid, real. This is real.
'Tension Tamer'...she's not sure what's in that but it's worth setting aside to consider later. Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast...nope. It's too much to hope she'll find something like that floral blend she loves here, but--]
What is this...? [She turns to Daisy, holding up a box of Constant Comment, temporarily brought of her dark mood. Of all the things to name a tea, why?] This is not a flavor. Or a useful description.
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She can't leave Wanda there, but the process of how exactly to pull her from that darkness... That's the question. ]
Huh? [ She hadn't quite been paying attention until Wanda turned and spoke again, but when the words catch up and she processes the box in question, Daisy can't help but laugh in genuine amusement. ] You know, I always thought the same thing. It's weird, right? Tasty, but weird.
[ The Other Topic still hangs in the air between them, an eventuality that will be discussed again, but for now, she'll let Wanda steer the conversation. If she wants to talk about tea, then they'll talk about tea. For now. ]
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And only if she's very lucky will she escape something worse than what Ross just put her through. HYDRA is still out there and she knows they'd just love to get their hands on her again...
But there's nothing to be done about that right now. Right now, she only has to focus on making the simple(?) decision of which tea she wants.]
It smells...nice? But I don't know if I want something to keep me awake or put me back to sleep.