The Winter Witch | mcu x hp wtm

✮ ca: cw - 6 ✮

[Avengers HQ. Vision follows a recipe.]

Vision: 'A pinch of paprika.' A pinch. [He adds a pinch. Wanda strolls in.]

Wanda Maximoff: Is that paprikash?

Vision: I thought it might... lift your spirits.

"Food always lifts my spirits," a Hufflepuff fifth year agrees.

Wanda Maximoff: [She chuckles, and stirs the ingredients in the pan with a spoon. She lifts the spoon to her lips, blows, and has a taste. She smiles.] Spirits lifted.

Vision: In my defense, I haven't actually ever... eaten anything before, so...

Wanda Maximoff: May I?

Vision: Please. Wanda?

Wanda Maximoff: Hmm.

Vision: No one dislikes you, Wanda. [She frowns curiously.]

Wanda Maximoff: Thanks.

Vision: Oh, you're welcome. No, it's a... involuntary response in their amygdala. They can't help but be afraid of you.

Wanda Maximoff: Are you?

Vision: My amygdala is synthetic, so... [Wanda laughs.]

Wanda Maximoff: I used to think of myself one way. But after this... [her fingers glow.] I am something else. I'm still me, I think, but... that's not what everyone else sees.

Vision: [He touches the mind stone in his forehead.] Do you know, I don't know what this is? [It glows.] Not really. I know it's not of this world, that it powered Loki's staff, gave you your abilities, but... its true nature is a mystery. And yet, it is part of me.

Wanda Maximoff: Are you afraid of it?

Vision: I wish to understand it. The more I do, the less it controls me. One day... who knows? I may even control it.

Wanda Maximoff: [Wanda looks at the food.] I don't know what's in this but it is not paprika. I'm gonna go to the store. I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Vision: Alternatively, we could order a pizza?

Wanda Maximoff: Vision, are you not letting me leave?

Vision: [He blocks her way.] It is a question of safety.

Wanda Maximoff: I can protect myself.

Vision: [He holds her arm.] Not yours. Mr. Stark would like to avoid the possibility of another public incident. Until the Accords are on a... more secure foundation.

Wanda Maximoff: And what do you want?

Vision: For people to see you... as I do. [She looks at him gravely.]

[Berlin, day. Traffic rolls around the victory column. Police convoy drives beside the river Spree. Amidst the convoy is a gray armed truck. Inside Bucky wears restraints inside a prison pod. Three armed guards sit on the other side of the glass-walled pod. A police motorbike stops traffic and a van driver looks affronted. The convoy turns a corner onto a bridge across the river. In an SUV T'Challa sits in front of Steve who sits in front of Sam.]

Sam Wilson: So, you like cats?

Bucky attempts -- and fails -- to stifle a snicker.

Steve Rogers: Sam.

Sam Wilson: What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?

Steve Rogers: Your suit... it's Vibranium?