A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[And now here comes the part that it is hard for Wanda...]

When- [She stops, corrects herself.] if you meet me... another Wanda... back home... I may not be an ally.

[redactions]

[ At this, he falls silent, impulses warring. He's curious, and a little concerned too, because the other Avengers — they are all incredible people and it stands to reason Wanda is amongst them. ]

I think she'll make the right choice.

[ He smiles at her, the quiet warmth of a sole lamp in a room. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda's eyes widen slightly in surprise at Sgt. Barnes' response. She feels the warmth behind his words, and would like desperately to accept it. But...]

She will not.

[A pause, as Wanda's expression once again becomes forlorn. She seems weighed down with a heavy burden. But her words that follow imply some sense of internal hope.]

Not at first.

[redactions]

[ He desperately wishes Sam was here. Sam who knows how to be easy when the humour's needed, how to push when something needs bending. He has the gentle touch that Bucky himself never quite employs with the same finesse. ]

She does, eventually, right? That's what's important.

[ He rests his hand on hers. ]

I'm not your Cap, so you don't have to believe me, but I think that's what's more important.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda looks down at his hand, resting on hers. Her gaze follows up his arm before reaching his face. His kind words inspire another small grin on her face.]

You may not be "my Cap," but you are a good one.

[redactions]

Now you're just tryin' t'butter me up.

[ He gives her a playful smirk. He's not Steve — just a guy trying his best to be as great as he was. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She cocks her head at first.]

Butter you up? I do not-

[Then she thinks she understands the turn of phrase. She blushes and gives a slight smile before turning away.]

I- you... are a fine Captain. I am only speaking the obvious.

[redactions]

[ The smile fades from mischievous to just plainly warm as he realises she's not used to the idiom. It's not obvious. He's just — he can't be what Steve was, he can only manage a sometimes. That will have to be good enough. ]

Well, I'll do my best to live up to that.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda turns to look at him again. The smile on her face somewhat more warm and genuine.]

I believe you will.