ZOMG I'M GONNA BE HEX-GIRL
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Dick walked into the bakery wearing sunglasses and under them, brown contact lenses. He'd also bleached his hair. Yes, he was paranoid, but it came with the job. He walked up to the counter.
"Hello and welcome to the Frenzied Spork, the very best bakery this side of Saturn!" Wanda said, loud and clear and with a wide smile the instant the door opened and the bell jingled to let the shopkeepers know they had a customer. And yes, she says this or something equally -- odd -- every time the bell rings. Wanda was an odd girl. But an excellent baker and an even better employee. So long as she's not distracted. Not distracted in the bad way. Distracted by the parade of cuties she has parading is OK. Distracted by thoughts of imaginary babies, terrorist fathers and unrequited loooooooove....er....not so much with the OK. But that is another story. Today's story is meeting Dick! Who has arrived! Only he was IN DISGUISE, so Wanda did not realize and greeted him as any other customer. "What can I get for you? We have anything and everything you want." Truth. If it is not in the display case, she could get it. It's a talent.
"A croissant would be lovely, and also your company as soon as you get off." Dick tipped his glasses down and winked.
Wanda gets a lot of pick-up lines. She could have a museum if she could figure out how to do it without doing Something Wanda is Not Supposed to Do (aka Big Magics). But then, does the world really need a Bad Pick-Up Line Museum? Probably not. Of course the world doesn't need a lot of things that it has. Spongebob Squarepants. Tokyo Disney. Deal or No Deal. David Archuletta. But then, this pick-up line wouldn't make it into the museum anyway. It wasn't bad, just kinda flat. "One croissant." She placed it on the counter before him as if it had already been in her hand when he asked. "But I'm an old-fashioned girl and like to be introduced before breaking bread." Lie with some truth. She was an old-fashioned girl.
"What? No! We've got a meeting for lunch!" Dick took the croissant. "I'm..." he looked around. "You know. Nightwing."
ZOMG. Was she supposed to just KNOW these things? Superheroes are so ridiculous. They have SEEEEEEKRIT IDENTITIES for a reason. But then they go parading around like Bond, James Bond and it was not like she has the SHRA memorized!!!!!!!! Not that it would help if she did since Nightwing is totally not registered. OBVIOUSLY. Not that Wanda is registered. Shhhhh! Don't tell Normie. BACK TO THE SCENE. "I didn't recognize you," she said. Truth! He is not wearing his ZOMG HOT outfit. He looked like a bottle blonde trying too hard (though still hot). "Take a seat, it's slow and I can watch from our table. Cissie'll be in soon, too. I'll just get us some coffee."
"That's probably for the best. Since I'm not actually trying to be recognized." Dick grinned and went over to a table. Wanda seemed nice. And very... energetic. But it wasn't like the Titans didn't have its share of eccentric members.
Wanda put together two coffees (hers was a imported from Brazil and flavored with hazlenut and juuuuuust enough cream and sugar to make it Zing(!) and his was exactly as he imagined a perfect cup of coffee to accompany his croissant would be -- it's a TALENT!) and joined him at the table. "Coffee!!" She set them down and took her seat. "And this is on the house, of course, Spork rules that friendlies get one freebie a month!" Lie. It's a Wanda Rule. "And if you have a pastry named after you you get two." And this she just made up, but who's counting? "Do you have a pastry named after you?? Do you want one???"
Dick laughed a little. "I do have one. And thank you. I do love my coffee." He took a sip... rich, black, and extremely caffeinated. Just how he liked it. "I think that I should just accept you right now based on your coffee making skills. This is fantastic!"
"I've a gift." She winked and sipped her own coffee. Wanda was enjoying working at the bakery, more so even than she had working at the other. If she didn't think about it she didn't miss her Other Life of being an Avenger. Only thing was all the named pastries were named after people who had Other Lives so sometimes it could be hard not to think about it. She couldn't be an Avenger. But maybe all she really wanted was a team. "But what are you really looking for? For your team?"
Dick took a slow sip of his coffee and swallowed thoughtfully. "The Titans... aren't like most teams. I mean, some of these people I've known since I was twelve. We're a family. And the other thing? Once you become a Titan, you're always a Titan. Even if you quit the team, the second you need help, you'll have pretty much an army ready to back you up. Titans together and all that." He ripped a piece off his croissant. "So what am I looking for? Someone I can trust, and someone who works well with the rest of the team."
Someone he can trust was maybe not the most accurate descriptor of Wanda Maximoff. She was not really really someone SHE can trust. She did not always know her own mind. But she WAS, and always had been, a team player. Her talent was to work well with whoever she was wit. Wanda was the definition of Team Support. She could do anything, whatever was needed. It was dangerous, but it was also very helpful. Her chance would be if he agreed trust was something to be gained. "How will you decide that?"
"Well, I've done research. I'm talking to you now, and I'm generally a pretty good judge of character. If you did join, there'd be a sort of probationary period where we'd see how you did. Also, Raven's an empath."
Probation AGAIN. Wanda's whole life (and it had been longer than you might imagine looking at her) seemed like a probationary period. You can be in the Brotherhood on probation, now Dance Wanda! You are on probation, if you prove to be more than a terrorist, THEN you will be a real Avenger. Now Dance! She was an Avenger for many years. But they never said if she was off probation. Probably not, considering. And then she was on probation again when she'd returned. Stay out of trouble, Wanda. Now Dance! But it was fair, of course, entirely fair. More than fair. All very fair, Mr. Nightwing. As if she doesn't know how to fool an empath. "I getcha. Well, I am interested..." She gestured to him, smiling sweetly, the ball was in his court.
Dick smiled back and took another sip of his coffee. "Well, I'm pretty sure we're interested in you too. So next I'd take you to meet the team."
Meet the team. Could go AMAZINGLY AWESOME. Or could go....less amazingly awesome. But totally worth it, right? Right! Wanda comes with her own ice cream! Or muffins! Or coffee! Or whatever food you want! ...Why do people always wish for food anyway? Seems like such a waste of talent. "All righty. Just tell me when and where and I'l be there!" She pointed to her cheek with a perfectly manicured (Candy Apple Red!!) finger and posed. Ta-Da!!
"This weekend? I can email you a temporary password to get into the tower. There are people there always, unless there's an emergency, so whenever's good for you."
She nodded. "I don't have any plans. That I know of." Wink! "I can do that....like....Saturday morning?"
Dick also nodded. "That sounds perfect. Do you know where it is? Big T on an island outside of New York?"
That is not at all conspicuous, really. "I know where it is." She glanced at the clock and stood, should probably be at the counter when Cissie arrived. "Thank you," she said and extended a hand.
Dick stood and shook it. "Thank you. And this food? Terrific. Tell Cissie and Bart I said hi." He grinned. "Nice meeting you, Wanda."
"You too, and I absolutely will." She waved and returned to her bakery duties feeling newly buoyant.
Dick walked into the bakery wearing sunglasses and under them, brown contact lenses. He'd also bleached his hair. Yes, he was paranoid, but it came with the job. He walked up to the counter.
"Hello and welcome to the Frenzied Spork, the very best bakery this side of Saturn!" Wanda said, loud and clear and with a wide smile the instant the door opened and the bell jingled to let the shopkeepers know they had a customer. And yes, she says this or something equally -- odd -- every time the bell rings. Wanda was an odd girl. But an excellent baker and an even better employee. So long as she's not distracted. Not distracted in the bad way. Distracted by the parade of cuties she has parading is OK. Distracted by thoughts of imaginary babies, terrorist fathers and unrequited loooooooove....er....not so much with the OK. But that is another story. Today's story is meeting Dick! Who has arrived! Only he was IN DISGUISE, so Wanda did not realize and greeted him as any other customer. "What can I get for you? We have anything and everything you want." Truth. If it is not in the display case, she could get it. It's a talent.
"A croissant would be lovely, and also your company as soon as you get off." Dick tipped his glasses down and winked.
Wanda gets a lot of pick-up lines. She could have a museum if she could figure out how to do it without doing Something Wanda is Not Supposed to Do (aka Big Magics). But then, does the world really need a Bad Pick-Up Line Museum? Probably not. Of course the world doesn't need a lot of things that it has. Spongebob Squarepants. Tokyo Disney. Deal or No Deal. David Archuletta. But then, this pick-up line wouldn't make it into the museum anyway. It wasn't bad, just kinda flat. "One croissant." She placed it on the counter before him as if it had already been in her hand when he asked. "But I'm an old-fashioned girl and like to be introduced before breaking bread." Lie with some truth. She was an old-fashioned girl.
"What? No! We've got a meeting for lunch!" Dick took the croissant. "I'm..." he looked around. "You know. Nightwing."
ZOMG. Was she supposed to just KNOW these things? Superheroes are so ridiculous. They have SEEEEEEKRIT IDENTITIES for a reason. But then they go parading around like Bond, James Bond and it was not like she has the SHRA memorized!!!!!!!! Not that it would help if she did since Nightwing is totally not registered. OBVIOUSLY. Not that Wanda is registered. Shhhhh! Don't tell Normie. BACK TO THE SCENE. "I didn't recognize you," she said. Truth! He is not wearing his ZOMG HOT outfit. He looked like a bottle blonde trying too hard (though still hot). "Take a seat, it's slow and I can watch from our table. Cissie'll be in soon, too. I'll just get us some coffee."
"That's probably for the best. Since I'm not actually trying to be recognized." Dick grinned and went over to a table. Wanda seemed nice. And very... energetic. But it wasn't like the Titans didn't have its share of eccentric members.
Wanda put together two coffees (hers was a imported from Brazil and flavored with hazlenut and juuuuuust enough cream and sugar to make it Zing(!) and his was exactly as he imagined a perfect cup of coffee to accompany his croissant would be -- it's a TALENT!) and joined him at the table. "Coffee!!" She set them down and took her seat. "And this is on the house, of course, Spork rules that friendlies get one freebie a month!" Lie. It's a Wanda Rule. "And if you have a pastry named after you you get two." And this she just made up, but who's counting? "Do you have a pastry named after you?? Do you want one???"
Dick laughed a little. "I do have one. And thank you. I do love my coffee." He took a sip... rich, black, and extremely caffeinated. Just how he liked it. "I think that I should just accept you right now based on your coffee making skills. This is fantastic!"
"I've a gift." She winked and sipped her own coffee. Wanda was enjoying working at the bakery, more so even than she had working at the other. If she didn't think about it she didn't miss her Other Life of being an Avenger. Only thing was all the named pastries were named after people who had Other Lives so sometimes it could be hard not to think about it. She couldn't be an Avenger. But maybe all she really wanted was a team. "But what are you really looking for? For your team?"
Dick took a slow sip of his coffee and swallowed thoughtfully. "The Titans... aren't like most teams. I mean, some of these people I've known since I was twelve. We're a family. And the other thing? Once you become a Titan, you're always a Titan. Even if you quit the team, the second you need help, you'll have pretty much an army ready to back you up. Titans together and all that." He ripped a piece off his croissant. "So what am I looking for? Someone I can trust, and someone who works well with the rest of the team."
Someone he can trust was maybe not the most accurate descriptor of Wanda Maximoff. She was not really really someone SHE can trust. She did not always know her own mind. But she WAS, and always had been, a team player. Her talent was to work well with whoever she was wit. Wanda was the definition of Team Support. She could do anything, whatever was needed. It was dangerous, but it was also very helpful. Her chance would be if he agreed trust was something to be gained. "How will you decide that?"
"Well, I've done research. I'm talking to you now, and I'm generally a pretty good judge of character. If you did join, there'd be a sort of probationary period where we'd see how you did. Also, Raven's an empath."
Probation AGAIN. Wanda's whole life (and it had been longer than you might imagine looking at her) seemed like a probationary period. You can be in the Brotherhood on probation, now Dance Wanda! You are on probation, if you prove to be more than a terrorist, THEN you will be a real Avenger. Now Dance! She was an Avenger for many years. But they never said if she was off probation. Probably not, considering. And then she was on probation again when she'd returned. Stay out of trouble, Wanda. Now Dance! But it was fair, of course, entirely fair. More than fair. All very fair, Mr. Nightwing. As if she doesn't know how to fool an empath. "I getcha. Well, I am interested..." She gestured to him, smiling sweetly, the ball was in his court.
Dick smiled back and took another sip of his coffee. "Well, I'm pretty sure we're interested in you too. So next I'd take you to meet the team."
Meet the team. Could go AMAZINGLY AWESOME. Or could go....less amazingly awesome. But totally worth it, right? Right! Wanda comes with her own ice cream! Or muffins! Or coffee! Or whatever food you want! ...Why do people always wish for food anyway? Seems like such a waste of talent. "All righty. Just tell me when and where and I'l be there!" She pointed to her cheek with a perfectly manicured (Candy Apple Red!!) finger and posed. Ta-Da!!
"This weekend? I can email you a temporary password to get into the tower. There are people there always, unless there's an emergency, so whenever's good for you."
She nodded. "I don't have any plans. That I know of." Wink! "I can do that....like....Saturday morning?"
Dick also nodded. "That sounds perfect. Do you know where it is? Big T on an island outside of New York?"
That is not at all conspicuous, really. "I know where it is." She glanced at the clock and stood, should probably be at the counter when Cissie arrived. "Thank you," she said and extended a hand.
Dick stood and shook it. "Thank you. And this food? Terrific. Tell Cissie and Bart I said hi." He grinned. "Nice meeting you, Wanda."
"You too, and I absolutely will." She waved and returned to her bakery duties feeling newly buoyant.