deercountry | ( january catch all )

No!

[ it comes entirely too quickly and in a haughty huff.

she looks at him matter-of-factly, tilting her head upward. ] It's impossible for my face to look like my hair. My hair is orange.

[ so, take that!!! ]

I think it's pretty close in color.

( he smiles because he can see it's getting to her. )

Looks really similar.

Shut up!

[ she smacks his arm and determinedly looks away, pressing her lips together to try and stop herself from smiling. wanda crosses her arms against her chest.

she's close to walking sideways like a crab if it means he can't tease her anymore. ]

What?

( amos laughs and doesn't even try and disguise it. it's funny, she's funny. )

Am I wrong?

[ she glares at him. ] Greatly.

[ and wanda decides to abruptly take a left. yes, she's running away, although she walks at a normal pace with her head held high and away from amos so his scrutinising doesn't see her flush any deeper.

not that she is flushing.

because she is not. ]

Wanda?

( amos stops in his tracks and laughs, watching her move away from him. )

What are you doing?

I'm going this way!

[ she shouts it over her shoulder, pointing in the direction she's heading. she intends to walk down another street where there are some shadows she can hide her face within.

she turns and walks backward and gestures to the street she and amos still share. ]

This one is really boring. Nothing to see. [ she shakes her head as though that's the most pitiful thing ever. ]

What if I wanted to keep going?

( though, he does start to move towards where she's heading. )

I think you're selling this street short, Wanda.

I think if the street is short, it's because it is!

[ she knows that's not his point, but she's going with it as she storms across the road and into the next one. he can't see her flushed face now, especially since she's ensuring to summon a cool breeze to sweep the heat away. that sliver of magic encourages the humming to return a beat louder than before. ]

So, you're just gonna leave me here?

( doesn't sound very nice. )

What if I wanna keep going?

You are a big boy! I'm sure you can handle yourself in a big, strange city. [ she purses her lips as she quickly considers that and then shrugs. ] Maybe.

[ by the way she lifts that shoulder up, it's very clear that she doubts it. ]

A big boy?

( he makes a face at the phrasing. )

You're making me sound like a child.

What?

[ that prompts her to not turn around and give him her back as she had originally planned. still walking backwards, she slows down. she cocks her brow curiously at him. ]

Some men like being called that. You don't?

[ clearly not. ]

No.

( amos makes a face at her. )

You know men who like being called like that?

[ come to think of it, she kind of does. ]

There was a big, tall green man who seemed to like it.

[ wanda wrinkles her nose in distaste. bruce banner may be someone the avengers value greatly, but she had never liked him. he was big and green and angry, and the small man who hid beneath that monster wasn't any kinder. ]

He had bigger muscles than you. [ wanda doesn't realise she's stopped walking backwards as she she holds out her hands and showcases them by curling her fingers and showing him a large circle with her arms outstretched. ]

Yeah, and he was also green.

( which amos thinks cancels out the muscles. he makes a face an shakes his head. )

I'm perfectly fine with the size of my muscles. And I'm not green.

[ she scrunches up her nose as she looks pointedly at his arms. ]

You don't think they could be a little bigger? They seem a little, well…

[ she doesn't mind the size of his arms, but amos doesn't need to know that. ]

No.

( amos looks down at his arms and then at her before he shakes his head. )

I don't need my muscles to be so big that it makes me look stupid and fake.

[ wanda thinks to tease him further, but she looks at his arms and nods, clasping her hands together for a moment. ]

No. They are fine as they are.

[ and then she turns on her foot and continues on her way, still set to not return to the street they had been wandering down. that street seems to have really good lighting; he'd be able to see her blushing again. ]

You have no idea where you're going, do you?

( he calls it after her, not following just yet. )

Just trying to get away from me.

I do, actually!

[ she spins around and plants her hands on her hips so she can appear more confident than she is. he's right, she has no idea where she's going, but she's definitely not going to own up to it. ]

I'm going this way. I'm looking for a park. I think this city would have nice flowers.

[ she honestly has no fucking idea. ]

I'm not going to follow you.

( even if he doesn't think they should split up. )

You're on your own!

[ she turns on her foot and takes a few steps toward him. with her hands on her hips, she regards him with a frown. ]

Why not?

Because I want to go this way.

( they were both so stubborn. )

[ she keeps her hands on her hips as she glares at him. this is where she should turn on her heel and tell him she'll meet him somewhere once the streets inevitably meet, but she doesn't particularly want to be left alone in a strange city in case, well… she gets lost. ]

Why don't we go that way?

[ she points behind him. ]

Neither of us want to go that way.

[ it's a good compromise. ]

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