deercountry | ( wow this sand is so quick!! )

What relationship is that?

( he's going to make her define that because he has no idea what kind of relationship they are. )

You keep using that word to describe...what?

[ she furrows her brows, but wanda still looks amused. ]

Is that not what a friendship is? A relationship?

[ that's how it's always been explained to her. it's what vision had referred to their acquaintanceship, then their friendship, and then their romance. all of it is a relationship, isn't it? as someone who isn't a native english speaker, it simplifies a lot for her. ]

I just always heard it called a friendship and not a relationship.

( relationship just had a different connotation for him. he shrugs. )

Come on, it's not a big deal. Let's keep moving. No need to have conversations like that.

[ "it's not a big deal" is just asking for it. you did this to yourself, amos. ]

Is that not what it is?

[ she continues to furrow her brows. vision would never lead her astray—it's nearly impossible given he wears his heart on his sleeve (in his case, literally on his forehead) and is so literal it's hilarious at times. ]

No, that's what it is.

( he guesses. he hasn't had many friends. he shrugs and starts walking. )

Seriously, let's just drop it. It was a stupid question.

[ she'll drop that one.

wanda walks and glances around, taking in the high and dark ceilings. all of it looks the same. she's hunting for something that breaks it apart, something that perhaps she can use to their benefit. ]

How many friends have you been trapped in a cave with?

[ in place of a new one. ]

Better question is how many friends do I have?

( amos slants a look at her and then he shrugs after a long moment. )

Not many. Most of them that I had are gone now.

I'm sorry.

[ wanda can relate, given that her friends are either dead or they have come and gone. some she never would've considered a friend until deerington had given them both a chance to stop reacting to avenger business. ]

At least you have one. [ she smiles and magicks a slither of her red ball to transform into an arrow to point at her.

she cute. ]

Stop.

( amos gives her a look for that one and then rolls his eyes. yes, she's cute but no, he is not going to say that. )

Let's not talk about this anymore. We have bigger things to focus on like getting out of here.

[ wanda pouts as the arrow dissipates. that's sad. he could've at least have thrown her a fleeting crooked smile. but she doesn't need that to know that he liked it. he didn't bat the arrow away or decline her. ]

How good are you at getting out of strange places?

[ she smiles at him. ]

I'm better at it if I have a gun or a ship. Like this?

( he shrugs. )

Guess we'll find out.

This is my first time, too.

[ being lost like this. wanda's been lost in different ways—the kind that makes her a danger to those around her. but as she shrugs and smiles sweetly, she doesn't pose a threat right now. ]

I was once broken out from a water prison, but I had someone who knew the way to lead me. [ she shrugs. ] It wasn't as fun.

[ being on the raft in itself was the very opposite of "fun". ]

What were you doing in a water prison?

( also who even makes water prisons? how do you make water prisons? )

Didn't know you were that rebellious.

It's a very long story.

[ tedious, political and puts her in a bad light, too. but wanda knows she doesn't really have to make too much of an effort for that bright light to turn a little sinister. ]

The people who are my friends and who I work with... the government doesn't like them. I accidentally hurt a lot of people when on a mission with them and the government decided that was enough. We broke the law forbidding us to do things. [ she shrugs. ] I ended up in one of the most secure prisons I kow of.

Huh.

( amos rubs at his chin, glancing at her. he thinks that she's somewhat mentioned something like this before. never in any great detail but still. )

But you got out.

A friend broke us all out.

[ steve had come to the rescue as a hero like him was wont to do. wanda thinks she could've broken out if she had tried. the power suppressors they had put on her had felt ticklish at most, made her feel a little drunk at best.

she looks up at the high ceiling of the catacomb and gestures with a wave of her hand. ]

I don't think he will get us from here.

Maybe.

( yeah, she's right. he's not here but amos is and while amos doesn't have any kind of special abilities, he's a goddamn cockroach and he's not going to let this place beat him. )

But I'm here. And I'll figure a way out of this.

( he just wishes he had a gun. that would make this easier. )

[ that's very comforting. even though he's a mere mortal man and someone who isn't capable of the feats she is, she's grateful that he doesn't curl into a ball and hide away from the world. he faces things head on. it's how she used to be in sokovia. ]

While you do, should we play I Spy?

[ she smiles and does her best not to laugh. ]

I can think of a good one.

You wanna play I Spy?

( amos slants a look her way and then laughs. there's not much to see in this place but what the fuck ever, it's not like he's doing anything else. )

Fine, we'll play I Spy. Go ahead.

I Spy with my little eye...

[ wanda taps the corner of her eye, which glows red. she smiles and drops her hand and makes a show of looking around as if there are a plethora of things to choose from rather than dank rock. ]

Something beginning with 'R'.

R, huh?

( amos smirks and doesn't say anything right away, making a show of looking around before saying: )

Rocks? Is it rocks?

[ she mock gasps and places her hand over her mouth. ]

How did you know? I thought it was so good. Impossible to pick.

[ then she laughs and drops her hand. there's rock. rock to the left, to the right, above them and below them. she feels strangely closed in but free to fly all the same. ]

What can I say? I'm very perceptive.

( and all that he could see besides the two of them was fucking rock. )

You could call me genius level, in fact.

[ wanda snorts. she can believe it. must be all that floating in space doing him some good. ]

Do you know what kind of rock it is, Mr Genius?

[ and before you ask, no, she doesn't, either. ]

Yeah, it's a rock rock.

( no, he doesn't know what kind of rock it is. he's not some kind rock genius. )

I don't really care what kind of rock it is either. Do you know?

( he doubts she does but he half expects her to make something up to show him up. )

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