deercountry | ( CLOSED ) ARE YOU MINE?

No, it was because it was filled with a parasite.

( amos shudders because that's not something he ever wants to repeat. being in the total darkness like that is not something he can deal with. )

It's not something I recommend.

[ her lips part as she regards that answer in wonder. that's different—and completely plausible for her, isn't it? with all the aliens coming from all corners and almost every year... it says a lot about the avengers or the aliens that no one has been infected with alien parasites. ]

How did you stop it?

My captain and a few doctors figured out how to counteract it.

( hadn't been a great way to combat it but it worked. )

Took awhile but everyone who didn't die while we were trying to figure it out got their sight back.

[ so, like the avengers. they have their own resident doctor—banner and stark, although, with the latter dead... all wanda ever hears is how useful it is to have a team around.

but she watches him with interest, even if her brows are furrowed like she finds this topic of conversation is troubling. ]

What was it like? To lose that sense.

It's not something I ever want to repeat. Ever.

( he doesn't like that kind of dark. it's too reminiscent of a different time, a different place. )

It's like being cut off from something important and knowing it's right there and not being able to do anything about it.

[ wanda isn't quite sure if she would like to lose a sense. despite being a telepath, she still takes so much of what she thinks is mundane for granted. ]

I imagine it makes you appreciative of what you have now.

[ she lifts her hand and turns it over, palm facing up. a small ball of red forms from it, glowing like a little firefly. ]

You would need it for your spaceship.

What, darkness or light?

( he's not sure exactly what she means. )

Or my eyesight? That, yeah, I definitely need for the ship. I can't fix shit if I can't see it.

Your eyesight. The ability to see the dark and the light.

[ everything, really. wanda doubts amos takes much for granted despite his rough exterior. ]

I'm sure you could fix it by feel. You must know the ship better than your own hands.

I probably could but eyesight helps especially if we're being shot out or I'm having to repair something outside the ship.

( he really doesn't want to go on a spacewalk blind. )

You can't do it in your sleep?

[ wanda tsks, clearly being playful. she tugs the blanket more comfortably on her lap. ]

To think, I thought you were a good spaceman.

I'd ask if you thought you could fix a ship while hanging onto a tether that's the only thing keeping you from floating off but you've got all that magic so I'm sure you could.

( cheater. )

[ wanda smiles smugly. ]

I could.

[ even without understanding the ins and outs of the ship, although she thinks it would be better for her success rate if she did study the schematics. ]

I could also do it upside down.

[ she flicks her hair arrogantly as she peers up at him with pride. ]

But I would be cheating, because magic requires different skill to non-magic.

You don't know the goddamn ship. You might have all kinds of magic but it does nothing if you don't know how the ship works.

( and it ain't that easy, wanda. )

Magic can do a lot but it can't do everything.

[ he's right about that. wanda can create production sets and impeccable scripts, but she can't seem to keep her family intact. ]

It has an engine and a wheel and windows. What else is there to know?

[ please take the bait. ]

Wheel?

( he eyes her and then shakes her head. she doesn't know anything about ships and that just verifies it. )

Like a steering wheel or actual tires? Because it has one and not the other.

[ wanda bites her lip and smiles sheepishly. thinking very quickly, she tries to reimagine the rocinante... but she never looked at the wheel. ]

Both?

[ look, she has no idea what a ship has. she never got to watch battlestar galactica and she never liked star trek. ]

Maybe you've got some basics down but that doesn't mean shit because you don't know the engine, the drive, the way the ship moves. You've got magic but you don't have that.

( and no matter what, the magic isn't a replacement for that. )

But it doesn't have actual wheels for your information.

[ she chuckles, enjoying how heated he is about it. wanda makes a note: get under amos' skin by mentioning the rocinante has wheels. ]

Then it's a good thing I have you to teach me what a ship does and does not have. I would be led astray otherwise.

[ how unfortunate for miss maximoff. ]

Why do you even want to know?

( it's not like she needs it, right? she's got her powers, she can do whatever it is she wants to do. she doesn't need a ship. )

Besides, it's not like I can teach you here. There's no ship.

[ wanda cocks her brow and wiggles her fingers. no red curls around them. ]

I can always make one appear.

[ be careful what you wish for, amos.

resting her hands on her lap, she fingers the blanket and rolls her shoulders. ]

Why do you prefer being on a ship than being in an open space?

I did the whole open space thing. Didn't like it.

( he shrugs. )

I'm good at being on a ship. I'm good at what I do so why would I get away from that?

Doesn't it get stuffy?

[ she narrows her eyes thoughtfully as she ponders the word she's after. it's the descriptor of how she had felt at h.y.d.r.a. and the avengers' compound. ]

Claustrophobic?

Guess at first but you get used to it. Eventually, it's kind of comforting.

( and it makes sleeping planetside a little difficult. )

I always liked the sounds of the ship underneath and around me. Comforting.

So…

[ wanda furrows her brows thoughtfully, bending her arms at the elbow. she wiggles her fingers subconsciously.

but as she wiggles them, fluttering like wings, a low vibration softly begins to thrum throughout his home. ]

Like this?

[ it sounds like a car in the distance. ]

Something like that. I don't know if you can really replicate it but yeah.

( he closes his eyes and tries to imagine that he's on the rocinante and not in some dank cave.

he sighs. )

Close enough.

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