"do not go far from me"

Tony was surprised to hear Wanda’s voice, halting his conversation with Natasha over their latest meeting with the non-local teams. He mirrors Natasha’s expression but nods to her, letting her continue down the hallway. “Wanda,” he clears his throat. “Sure. What’s going on?”

Wanda waited until Natasha was out of earshot before she continued. “I was wondering…” Gods, how did she start this conversation? “You created Vision from downloading some sort of computer into synthetic body, yes?” She floundered again, wondering how insane she must sound asking her next question. “What….is there….could you possibly do it…again?”

Thanks. [She shrugs a shoulder.] Nothing compared to that aerial view of your red magic stuff. What do you call it? Beams? Rays? Energy blasts?

Hex magic. [Wanda squeezed her fingers into fists, releasing them with a few wispy tendrils of scarlet magic.]

Anytime. Kind of the whole point of being a team, right? Besides, I barely had to do anything.

I liked the part when you scared them all just by showing up.

He rolled her eyes at her. “Are you done trying to taunt me?” He magicked a chair and sat on it, folding his arms and crossing his legs. “Take your time, please.”

[Carol did as she was told, launching herself into the air right before Wanda’s strike.] 

I do always love to watch you work. Nice job. [She clamps a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, admiring her handy work.] I think we can tie them up and call it a day.

I think you’re right. [Wanda surveilled the scene, making sure that everyone was down. ] Thank you for the assist. There were a lot of them...

Loki noticed the change in her body language, but saved that information for later. Pietro was a sore topic, then. “That has been my plan since the beginning, witch.”

[She laughs, idly blasting a very large man with a machine gun hiding very poorly behind a tree a ways hind Wanda.] Permission granted. Knock away.

I would get off the ground, if I were you. [Wanda stood, raising her hands up into the air before bringing them to the ground, emitting a violently red shock wave through the ground that brought all the attackers to their knees.] All good down here.

Thanks for the warning! I think that could’ve taken my head off.

No problem. [Wanda ducked, pulling Carol down with her as the bullets flew over their heads.] May I knock them on their asses now?

He mimicked her when she said ‘we both want you gone from this Earth’. “You sound like that annoying brother of yours…”

“Do you happen to possess a Tesseract?” Oh, how much he hated the blasted cube. Malekith had already killed him for it, back home, but it seemed it was the only thing capable of bringing him back, or at least the only thing he’d discovered could do it. There had to be some other way. “And would you even help me? Because so far you’ve done plenty of threats, and it feels like all you want is to turn me in to the Avengers, or the Revengers, or whatever the champions of this universe are named, and I’m sure I won’t see any friendly faces amongst them.”

“I would like to point out the fact that he is not my brother, since my brother is back at my universe.” Possibly trying to find him, if their universe hadn’t been destroyed, which was sadly a possibility when you messed with the fabric of space and time across multiple realities. “And if this universe has a Stephen Strange, the Arsehole Supreme isn’t really showing up either.”

“Oh, of course. You people are going out of your way to help me. The guns are merely to give weight to any possible moral argument.” He retorted at her, fixing his scarf around his neck. It was a cruel joke that she was there, but not really. “I am trying to find your Thor, but he seems to be out of planet and for some reason there is no Bifrost on this universe. Or Heimdall is plainly ignoring me.”

“Yes, I do. To go back to my universe, like I’ve told you from the beginning!” Someone or something had pulled him out of his universe and stranded him on this.

“I have not killed anyone in your world, witch.” He groaned and made the gun fly into his hand, before turning it into a plastic replica of itself and throwing it away. “AND STOP IT WITH THE BLASTED GUNS!” Anyway they would need something stronger than a bullet. “But apparently your Loki died a hero, so make up your minds, for Odin’s sake.”