deercountry | ( CLOSED ) WE NEVER LEARN, WE BEEN HERE BEFORE.

No, I'm not.

( he shoots her a look for that one. if he'd been allergic to dogs, he probably wouldn't have said anything anyway since he doesn't know what's about to happen and he doesn't want her out here alone.

doesn't matter if she's got some big time magic, he doesn't care. she's one of the few people that he likes and he wants her to stick around. )

You expecting a dog to come out of this thing?

Yes.

[ she says so with a toothy smile over her shoulder. sparky is dead, but sparky had been a figment of her imagination and one of her best creations. she knows he's somewhere close. she can feel it. ]

I have a dog. [ she furrows her brows. ] Had a dog. I heard him when one of the other portals opened. You should meet him. [ she smiles. ] He'd like your plants.

( amos makes a face at the fact that she knows he has plants and shrugs his shoulders. )

They're just plants. He'd probably eat them.

( he eyes the portal, waiting for some yappy dog to appear. )

Hopefully, they are good plants for dogs.

[ the last thing she needs is another agatha harkness killing her dog. she eyes amos for a moment, suspecting that he may end up transforming into said witch. he doesn't. ]

Maybe I will keep him away from you. I don't want him liking you more than me.

I don't think you have anything to worry about there.

( he had like one whole friend and she was pretty much it. animals weren't really his thing. )

He's not gonna like me more than you.

Are you sure? You can hide behind me if you're afraid of him. He might bite you and eat you all up if he is coming through this portal.

[ she scrunches up her nose in a tease. with the portal opening, she doesn't feel the same energy that had accompanied the portal where sparky had originally originated from. still, she doesn't allow that to deter her. ]

( there's something about the portal opening that gives him a niggle of anxiety. he doesn't know why especially if there's just a dog there but it feels different.

he stiffens, tension lining his limbs as he watches. )

I'm not afraid of anything.

( he'd stopped being afraid when he was a kid. )

[ she smiles at him and plans for later to try her hand at scaring him. she thinks leaping out from behind a building might do the trick.

as the portal begins to open, wanda furrows her brows. what's slowly being peeled back and exposed doesn't look like westview.

she shakes her head. ] That does not look familiar.

( amos hadn't been paying too much attention to the portal but when she says that, he looks over and stiffens.

reaching over, he extends a hand in front of her and starts to move backwards. )

Slowly, take a few steps back. Away from it.

[ she frowns as she regards his hand and, compelled by his movements, walks backwards. she keeps her footfalls small. peering down at his hand, she thinks to gently flick it away, but some sense in her doesn't.

looking at him, she opens her mouth, but when she finally follows his gaze to the portal, she sees a... very ugly creature. ]

What is that?

Something we don't want to deal with.

( he hasn't seen anything come out of portals but that doesn't mean it's not possible. )

Something from my world.

[ ominous, much? ]

What is it?

[ she asks it again.

she cocks her brow and looks at him. while she may have her attention on amos, she's listening and focused on the creature itself. her hands begin to glow red as she holds her hands tensely, her fingers stiffening. ]

( the creature looks somewhat humanoid but it glows blue in spots and moves a little differently than any human would. he swallows and watches it. the eyes glow and fixate on the two of them. )

The actual explanation will take too long but it's the result of something alien that has the ability to fuck up other species.

( that's what he got out of all the science, at least. )

They're supersoldiers.

Supersoldiers.

[ like captain america. it's clear by the way she tilts her head upward ever so slightly that she's familiar with that term. supersoldiers are meant to be forces of good. she also thinks they're meant to be rare.

briefly, she wonders if this one had a bad reaction to steve's serum. ]

Then it will not mind if I send it back home.

[ she lifts one of her arms, bending her hand at the wrist. her fingers glow red; the bauble in her palm grows bigger as she focuses on the ugly thing. ]

Whoa, whoa, hang on.

( he doesn't necessarily mind what she's about to do but he's seen what these things to do and he doesn't want it targeting her. he swallows and steps in front of her just for a second. )

You don't know what this thing can do, Wanda. I've seen it, it nearly tore my ship apart.

[ while his care and concern are very, very appreciated when he blocks her view, she only tilts her head to the side so she can see it. it's truly ugly. she thinks to enter its mind, to see if it can think actual thoughts, but she stops herself from doing so. it may make it grow aggravated and the last thing she wants is for it to attack amos.

so, she looks up at him with her head tilted slightly to the side. with confidence: ] I can handle it. That portal will not close and I think that thing wants to come out.

You don't know this thing.

( he wishes he had a gun right now. he looks over his shoulder and the hybrid starts creeping forward, breaking the plane of the portal and stepping into their world.

he turns and still blocks because he can't help it. )

Just get out of here.

[ she shakes her head. ]

No.

[ she hadn't known thanos. hell, she hadn't known ultron. wanda thrives in facing the unknown more than she does when facing the known.

tugging her shoulders back, she stands a little taller. she tries to spy it over his broad shoulder. ]

Unless giving it your back is how you stop it, move out of the way.

No.

( he really shouldn't be fighting with her. but he can't help it with this thing is here. he glances back and the thing creeps closer before he looks at her. )

Unless you can get me a gun so I can blow it to pieces, you need to go.

( he tries to sound imploring but not like he's begging. meanwhile, behind him, the hybrid speeds up, seeing an easy target and lunges for amos, solely focused on ripping him apart. )

[ you shouldn't throw down gauntlets wanda is more than keen to pick up, amos.

before she can even think to conjure a gun for him, wanda reaches out and wraps her hand around amos' burly arm. she doesn't shove him as she wishes to. shoving him means throwing him to the ground and possibly offering him up as a tasty little dish for this creature thing. instead, when she squeezes his arm, she moves him.

one minute, he's in front of her. the next, he's several paces behind her—a decent distance put between him and this monster from home.

with her hands free, she easily strengthens and grows the red baubles in her hands and strikes, thrusting one wrist towards the creature. it sends a blade of red towards its side. wanda wants to slice at it, not stab at it. what better way to see how it behaves than to play with it a little? ]

( oh, they were gonna have some words about that later. amos starts to say something and it takes him several seconds to realize that he's not in front of her and she's shooting off magic.

the hybrid dodges away from the first blast of magic, skittering away and looking at wanda with some curiosity. it hadn't expected that, apparently. it creeps closer and then jumps, claws outstretched in an attempt to land on and then rip wanda to shreds.

amos can only watch, too stunned to move. )

[ it's nothing like fighting agatha. agatha had been methodical and predatory. she'd had her objectives that had become crystal clear the moment wanda had the people of westview locked in coils of her magic.

this thing is like thanos and his army. while it's not as strategic as the purple titan, it feels otherworldly. and wanda knows how to deal with otherworldly things.

she doesn't let it land a blow. she doesn't even let it land. she's quick to raise her hands and her magic bursts from her to knock it back and disorient it. her eyes burn read as she holds her palms up and wraps it around a thin layer of red.

she grits her teeth. ] How do you kill it?

[ she could probably figure it out if it didn't like water and melted, but that'd take up too much time to discover. ]

( amos doesn't answer right away, too stunned by what she's doing to the hybrid to really process that she's asked him a question. he swallows and glances at her. )

Rip it apart. Blow it to pieces.

( if they didn't have a gun, then they were going to have to blow it to bits so it couldn't keep coming. )

Really, you're gonna have to tear it apart. Limb from limb.

[ while she doesn't particularly have a game plan in mind, she works best from instinct. and her instinct is telling her to slowly pressurise the creature. if it's caused amos harm, then it deserves to have harm done unto it.

heroes didn't inflict pain on people on purpose. the one thing agatha had wrong was that wanda never considered herself a hero in the first place.

she continues to contain the protomolecule in a red bubble. each time it strikes its spherical cage, it merely hums with magic and grows thicker and smaller. ]

Do you not think I can do it?

What are you going to do? You can't just keep it in there, Wanda. Destroy it or it's going to destroy us.

( and if she can't do it — )

Or make me a gun and I'll do it. You can't keep it as a pet.

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