A bittersweet return; Video + Action

[notmutantbutmiracle]

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?

Comments

[vagabond_code]

Plan B was going to be a singing telegram, and I think at one point plan C was a basket of puppies.

[Nope, no plans higher than A, alphabetically speaking.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[That gets her to crack up a little. Clint is rewarded with the spectacle of Wanda giggling, punctuated by a soft snort, which causes her to immediately blush a little and cover her mouth with a hand.]

A singing telegram? Who would have been the singer?

[vagabond_code]

Kate and Steve, no question. Didn't even have to think about it.

[Seriously she'd barely finished the question when he started up again.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[That gets a snrk, and another little bit of giggling from here. She was picturing Steve doing a singing telegram in her head, and it was definitely a funny enough image.]

You have their uniforms all picked out and everything?

[vagabond_code]

Oh no, they'd pick out their own uniforms. I'd let them have some dignity.

[Or, he'd give them enough rope to make fools of themselves with.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda briefly pictures Steve in the old Cap uniform from all those 1940's promotional bits he used to do, and it almost causes a whole new onslaught of giggles. Try as hard as he might to hide those, the Avengers' database pretty much had information on everything. Though likely, Stark was behind making that little bit of history as easily accessible as it was. Wanda does her best to stay composed, though it's pretty clear another round of laughter is bubbling just below the surface.]

How charitable of you. And how exactly would you have convinced them to be your singing messagers?

[vagabond_code]

I did it before - I c'n do it again.

[No really, he did. Since coming to the fleet, and everything.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

You did?

[She is both intrigued and surprised.]

Do tell.

[vagabond_code]

Some bad things happened and Steve was in a bad place, so maybe because of what happened or maybe because -- they're just like that? -- Cisco Ramon and Winn somebody, they decided to broadcast a competition to see whose world had the best pizza. And apparently the best way to decide was by making everybody sing.

You just let me know if this is making any sense to you so far.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

It is not. But yet, it still sounds appropriate for this place.

[vagabond_code]

[True enough. Clint nods.]

If there's one thing you c'n count on with Steve Rogers, it's that he's gunna be patriotic. Doesn't matter what world he's from. I talked him into singing to defend the honor of the pizza stands of New York City, and once I'd put the idea in his head he couldn't help himself... And Kate, she doesn't like to see a guy brought low - even a guy like Captain America. So she stood right up there with him.

She probably saw what I saw. Steve needed something to distract him.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda smiles at Clint, seeing him in a slightly new light now from her first impression of him.]

Patriotic? I suppose. He might just surprise you though.

At any rate, that was rather nice of you to be looking out for him like that. Even if it was in a rather unique sort of way.

[vagabond_code]

Steve would the same for any one of us - only he'd do it better.

[It's not just him, either. Quite a few well-wishers have checked up on Wanda in the last little while. She doesn't want for company. Clint pauses for a moment, then glances at something off-screen.]

I'm glad you're okay. Let me know if you need anything.

[He's saying 'I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing.' He's saying goodbye.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She gives him one last appreciative grin, and a nod of her head.]

I'll talk with you again soon.

[That she adds with a flicker of a bigger, warmer smile.]

Clint.