driftfleet | A bittersweet return; Video + Action

Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Right now

[At first, the scene appears to be a relatively familiar one. That is, the typical network broadcast of a new arrival to the fleet. A communicator's video feed broadcasting a slumbering figure curled up on a ship's cot. However, a second glance and one can easily tell that this not typical at all. Instead of the Marsiva's recognizably distinct interior, this feed seems to be coming from the bunkroom aboard one of the Fleet's smaller ships. In fact, crew members of the Starstruck may find the setting quite familiar looking indeed, along with anyone else that may have paid Wanda a visit in the past.]

[The sleeping figure stirs, waking from a deep slumber with a slow sit up and stretch. The communicator's camera focuses on the individual, as she quickly recognizes that something is amiss. Wanda Maximoff looks around, startled and confused to not find herself waking up in the room she'd been given in Wakanda. However, she soon begins to recognize the room. It's her room, her bunkroom aboard the SS Starstuck. And that could only mean...]

I'm back...

[The thought vocalized out loud, her tone sounding somewhat somber, yet also a tiny bit relieved. She swings her legs out of her cot, and pads her way over to her storage locker. Checking inside, she finds all of her trinkets, clothing, and other souvenirs that she'd picked up on previous planet visits. All of them in the exact place she had left them. A new outfit also noticeably present among the garments. Her fingers gently glide over each item, as the respective memories associated with each one float back to her.]

[A moment later, she closes the locker and turns her attention back to her room. She studies the interior, looking everything over.]

All exactly as I remember it.

[She then spies the communicator perched upon a shelf, optimally poised to capture her return. She walks over to it, picking it up and holding it out in front of herself. She looks ready to address the camera yet falters for a moment. A small frown on her face, and her eyebrows furrowed as she ponders what to even say, if she should even say anything at all. But only a moment later, her expression relaxes, and a small grin replaces the frown. Looking now more bemused and her tone more playfully sarcastic, she addresses the camera.]

It's been a while. What did I miss?

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Nor Natasha, who's arrived recently as well. At least, not that I'm aware.

[He wouldn't put it past Steve and Sam, at least, to keep that knowledge from him. And even Tony's trust in him had surely been shattered by the Vision's own errors.]

Yeah, she contacted me already. I guess Atroma did not feel it necessary to include everyone in this little memory trip.

[There is a pause before Wanda adds a little more.]

Where does this leave us?

[The question is left ambiguous, perhaps on purpose.]

[That's a very good question. As such, there's a long pause before he sends his answer.]

I want to be your friend, Wanda. I won't pretend I haven't made mistakes, but I would like to try regardless. Would that be acceptable to you?

[Wanda smiles, gives a small shake of the head on the other side of the screen. What a very Vision-like response and question. She doesn't deny that she was hoping for this -- that they could stay on friendly terms. However, when she thinks of everything that happened, she can't help but feel that lingering doubt about whether or not they could be as close again as they once were. All the same, she figures now is the time to at least try beginning to mend that bridge.]

Sure. Friends sounds good to me.

[And it's a relief to hear she's willing to try, at least. He wouldn't blame her at all if she'd given him a different answer.]

Thank you.

I understand if you need some space for a time, but I will be here should you need me.

Suddenly being back here, it is going to take a slight readjustment period.
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Thank you, Viz.

I can hardly imagine otherwise; it did for me.

I owe you more than that, but you are welcome regardless.

[For a moment, she considers typing something back. Something to just try and let him know that she feels she owes him just as much of an apology as he seems to feel he owes her. In fact, her mind, she's the one who did the most damage to their relationship--to their trust.]

[Instead though, she bites her lip, sets the communicator down and goes back to lie down. She knows she's unlikely to actually go back to sleep, but, at the moment, she just wants to be alone with her thoughts.]

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