Exercises in Trust (RP for Wanda Maximoff)
The office was holding all of Tony's calls.
There was this mess to sort out with Magneto, secret Avengers being a pain in the ass, and a gala to attend for the Maria Stark foundation, to which Tony somehow didn't have a date. He had plans to deal with all of it, but he just wanted three and a half minutes alone, in his inner office, without all this damn noise in his head. Sometimes he wished he had paid attention to Danny Rand, or even to Logan, when they babbled about chi and chakras and balance in the life force. But he would settle just for a quiet, just for an uninterrupted moment when. . .
Stark? The voice sounded directly in his brain; it took him a moment to place it, but just a moment.
Cable? How did you --? Wait, let me guess, your techno-organic infonet capabilities tap right into my techno-organic Extremis system -- I could have you arrested.
That would be fun, Cable mused. Remember last time SHIELD took me on?
You mean when the Silver Surfer kicked your ass and then your boyfriend killed you?
I planned it that way, Cable answered.
Of course you did. And I guess you have another plan now, besides increasing my headache?
Come to Providence.
Tony laughed. What, for tea and cake? I meet with the Secretary General of NATO in twenty minutes. Stop wasting my time.
If you like. I'd offer you wine from Rumekistan, but I suppose you actually have an excuse to turn it down. After a moment's silence, Cable continued. For Wanda.
And that got his attention. Wanda Maximoff is on Providence, he said flatly. Do you have any idea how dangerous she is?
I'm accustomed to hosting dangerous people in my country, Mr. Stark. You'll notice I'm even inviting you. Tony wouldn't have thought you could hear a sigh, via techno-organic pseudo-telepathy, but he could have sworn that Cable sighed. Wanda asked for you, Tony. Specifically. She said there's a serious problem, and that she wants to speak with someone she can trust. Her words, not mine. As you can imagine. She trusts you -- which is the first thing that's made me think she's actually as crazy as people say, but. . .
I'll be there, Tony answered sharply. The Secretary-General can reschedule.
*
Less than an hour later, an armored Tony Stark was touching down in Providence.
There was this mess to sort out with Magneto, secret Avengers being a pain in the ass, and a gala to attend for the Maria Stark foundation, to which Tony somehow didn't have a date. He had plans to deal with all of it, but he just wanted three and a half minutes alone, in his inner office, without all this damn noise in his head. Sometimes he wished he had paid attention to Danny Rand, or even to Logan, when they babbled about chi and chakras and balance in the life force. But he would settle just for a quiet, just for an uninterrupted moment when. . .
Stark? The voice sounded directly in his brain; it took him a moment to place it, but just a moment.
Cable? How did you --? Wait, let me guess, your techno-organic infonet capabilities tap right into my techno-organic Extremis system -- I could have you arrested.
That would be fun, Cable mused. Remember last time SHIELD took me on?
You mean when the Silver Surfer kicked your ass and then your boyfriend killed you?
I planned it that way, Cable answered.
Of course you did. And I guess you have another plan now, besides increasing my headache?
Come to Providence.
Tony laughed. What, for tea and cake? I meet with the Secretary General of NATO in twenty minutes. Stop wasting my time.
If you like. I'd offer you wine from Rumekistan, but I suppose you actually have an excuse to turn it down. After a moment's silence, Cable continued. For Wanda.
And that got his attention. Wanda Maximoff is on Providence, he said flatly. Do you have any idea how dangerous she is?
I'm accustomed to hosting dangerous people in my country, Mr. Stark. You'll notice I'm even inviting you. Tony wouldn't have thought you could hear a sigh, via techno-organic pseudo-telepathy, but he could have sworn that Cable sighed. Wanda asked for you, Tony. Specifically. She said there's a serious problem, and that she wants to speak with someone she can trust. Her words, not mine. As you can imagine. She trusts you -- which is the first thing that's made me think she's actually as crazy as people say, but. . .
I'll be there, Tony answered sharply. The Secretary-General can reschedule.
*
Less than an hour later, an armored Tony Stark was touching down in Providence.