driftfleet | (no subject)

[In contrast to the exuberant First Mate, the Captain is subdued, serious, and still smarting from his trip back home. He's added a particularly cute aquatic fluff slug to his kelp tank in the cargo bay, and the few times he seems to be in a good mood are when he's carrying it around flopped over on his shoulder. Still, as always he can be found on the bridge during set times every day so his crew can approach him with any concerns.

More and more, though, he's spending time in his own quarters. The door is usually open, and anyone looking for the Vision can find him in a very different-looking room: his gift from the tree wasn't something from home but a change to the ship. Anyone who had visited one of the homes built directly into a tree on the hand-holding planet would recognize the new state of his room. It's been completely reskinned to have living wood cover every surface, a soft bed of vines instead of a mattress, luminescent fungi in place of lights, and tiny plants everywhere. It smells alive in here in a way nowhere else on the ship--except the middle of his gardens--does. No wonder he's been hanging out here....]

[Natasha probably should have come by sooner. The last time she saw Vision, he had been unconscious, and Barnes had gotten back more of his memory. That was a thing that begged following up on—and she does, eventually, tracking him down to his room.]

Nice. [She observes mildly.] Not exactly what I expected, but nice.

[The Vision looks surprised at the voice - and then pleased when he confirms who it is.]

Agent Romanoff. Please come in.

[He gestures for her to join him; because it's the captain's cabin, he actually has some room and a chair for a guest instead of a tiny bunk like the others.]

I found it had changed after I returned from the giving tree, as I didn't have anything from home I'd particularly missed.

[Because what are personal possessions?]

You invited me to come by before—seemed like as good a time for it as any.

[Somehow, the fact that he didn't have anything with sentimental value doesn't surprise her; of course, Natasha hadn't even looked for the tree. Didn't seem worth it.]

Especially considering the last time I saw you, you were unconscious.

[He inclines his head.] Welcome to the Windrose, then.

[Yeah, he sure was. The Vision winces slightly, remembering.] You were a witness to that, then? It was far from my most graceful moment, but I seem to have recovered--along with some additional memories.

You and Barnes both, then.

[She's not really surprised by that. This is all entertainment, isn't it? If it doesn't seem like a coincidence, then it probably isn't.]

Should I ask? So far, everyone's been pretty tight-lipped about what's coming.

[The wince becomes more of a grimace. Does she need details? Is it fair to keep them from her? He decides to go with a summary that can be expanded on if she wants. As much as he doesn't want to talk about it, Natasha is directly involved.]

Let us say that due to a lack of proper communication, several consecutive situations were handled poorly and there has been heartfelt infighting between the Avengers; I bear no ill will for anyone, however.

[It's been awhile since she's actually seen her fearless leader so she makes sure to look through the ship until she finds him in his room with the door open.]

Woah. Mold is no joke. You really do have to clean your dishes right away. [Okay, so she knows whatever happened here wasn't mold, but she definitely wasn't expecting it.]

[Pft, like he uses dishes (or eats at all). The Vision smiles at her and gestures her inside.]

It's the gift of the tree down on the planet, actually. What do you think?

[Inside she will go!]

I think...it's unique. Nice departure from the rest of the ship. [She isn't sure she'd actually want to sleep in it, but he doesn't really sleep so where's the problem.] I didn't know it gave gifts like that.

[Exactly. And the only difference besides superficial appearance is that the air smells fresher in here, less processed and more like a planet's atmosphere.]

Neither did I, as it happens. It's similar to some of the houses I'd visited there.

[He tilts his head to one side.]

May I ask if you received anything?

[Just the question brings a smile to her lips.] Yeah. It's a photo of my parents. [Nothing could have meant more to her short of actually having them back.] It's in my room if you want to see it sometime.

I'd like that, if you don't mind. And--I'm glad.

[He leans back up against the wooden walls, doing it more for effect than for any physical need. He's been making more and more gestures like that lately.]

I don't recall if you've heard or not, but I received some new memories of home recently.