The Scientist 2: The Blue Princess (Loki x OC)

Pt. 2: Phone Call

You Look So Good In Blue: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Q0fUqZM9G5XcefGCh30uo?si=KFOt-B1GT7SPCNEp6Zz9yQ

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Wanda put her hands on her hips and surveyed her room. It was sparsely decorated, but she didn't have much to begin with. Anything she was missing was at the Compound, and she had no idea when – or if – she'd see that place again, but what she had would do. Plus, she was in good company; everyone she shared the house with was missing something or someone in some capacity.

Wanda stretched her arms above her head and yawned, squinting at the fresh sunbeams coming through the window. Having nothing more to do, she sighed and exited her room. She minded the closed doors but decided to peek in the open ones. The first she came across was Natasha's. As she slowly crept up, she could hear the room's occupant quietly talking to someone. Wanda peeked around the edge of the doorway and saw Natasha on the phone with a hand on one hip. Her tone sounded serious, so Wanda paid her mind and slipped away undetected.

The next open door was Sam's. Wanda heard no voice, so she peeked inside as well. Sam was slipping on a fresh shirt from his bag as he slowly unpacked his bag. He never carried much, a trait he picked up from his military service. It helped with space in the quinjet, but Wanda sometimes felt he had too little. She knew he missed his home and family in Louisiana, so she figured he always kept one foot out the door. Still, he did excellently with what he was given.

"Hey," Wanda said softly. Sam looked back as he adjusted the shirt's bottom hem.

"Hey," he replied. "How's your room looking?"

"Uh, it's good. Are you still working on yours?"

"Heh, yeah," he chuckled, looking down at his half-empty bag. "I don't have magic like the rest of y'all, so I'm taking my sweet time."

"Well, that's all we have right now: time." Wanda sighed. "I wanted to see if you knew where we could get something to eat, and I didn't want to do it when everyone was hungry."

"Good call." Sam nudged his bag under his bed and strode towards her. "I think I remember where the kitchen was." He walked past her, and she followed steadily behind.

The two remained quiet as they journeyed up the hall and down the staircase to the massive living room. At the base of the stairs, Sam and Wanda looked around, wondering where to go next. Sam decided to go down the hallway directly in front of his line of sight, and Wanda stayed in the living room.

Alone again, Wanda searched for any kind of remote to turn on the TV. She was curious if it worked at all and what she could watch on it. However, her search proved fruitless, so she impatiently waved her fingers and commanded the machine to turn on.

And, indeed, it did as she wished. The TV blinked to life and played some nonsense daytime talk show, so Wanda flicked her fingers again and again until the channel fell on the national news. She was affronted by pictures of herself and her friends coupled with dictations of the harsh truth of their bad decisions.

But that was the best of it.

The slanderous lies about Luna, Loki, and their relationship compelled her to sit down. Through some horrible game of telephone, it seemed Loki was all to blame for the recent crisis in New York and Wakanda, and Luna was a willing co-conspirator to his misdeeds. Alibies were debated, and reasons were discussed, but Wanda didn't care. Though her eyes were glazed with tears, she could still see through every awful lie to frame her friend, and she hoped with all her heart that Vision and company were making this right.

Wanda's attention was snapped away from the screen as Sam walked back in. She blinked her eyes clear as he came closer.

"Hey," he said, "did you see what's in the kitchen?"