Justice Weeps || Wanda & Tony (Wild Card)
It was different, living with the Avengers. For one, the Tower and mansion were much more modern and well-stocked with food, blankets and everything they could possibly want than their little hovels back home in Slovakia. Another difference was the sheer amount of people that surrounded Wanda and Pietro. In a given day she would see people coming and going, admin staff, scientists, other ‘heroes’ who were infinitely more heroic than she was, visitors, politicians, and so many more. If she needed anything she could ask JARVIS, or she could go to Mr Stark or the Captain, who were both more supportive than she ever could’ve imagined. It was strange, to not only have herself and her brother. She hadn’t decided yet if it was a good type of strange or not.
She did not know much about Registration, but she could tell by the strained look on Cap’s face and how Stark’s expression fell when he thought no one was looking that it would end in nothing but violence, and she had been right. (As usual, she wished she would be wrong. God, if she could only be wrong once, she’d never ask for it again.) Violence wasn’t a stranger; there were plenty of protests as communism drifted out of Eastern Europe in her youth, and she and her brother were active participants in most of them, being acutely aware of discrimination from several different sources. Violence could work, in controlled amounts. Wanda almost felt bad for stopping it, but then she saw innocents being flung across the streets, and she immediately agreed with Stark’s plan to quell the resistance.
“I know, I know,” Wanda said, rolling her eyes. Stark had become something of a … guardian (she would not use the word father. She barely used it in her youth). “Teamwork makes the dream work, yes?” It was a nice sentiment, if it had any semblance of truth. No amount of team camaraderie would allow the Avengers to continue operating under the scrutiny of politicians and the U.N. law makers. She did not look back as Stark took off, and instead moved towards the civilians who lined the streets. Babies were crying and children looked scared, and all Wanda could feel around her was pain.
She hated feeling.
“Come on, please,” she said, placing herself between the civilians and debris that scattered from nearby buildings. “Get behind me, that’s it.” Nobody moved a muscle. Wanda rolled her eyes again and opened her mouth to persuade them when a bullet whizzed past her ear, going straight into a middle aged woman’s shoulder. Wanda whipped her head around and saw guns being shot into the air and through the gates of the school. Violence spread like fire; no matter what started it. It had been the same back home.
“Guess we’ll find out,” Wanda murmured into the comms. Closing her eyes, she attempted to let the power seep from her hands, but instead of dripping it poured. She stopped herself, terrified of what might happen if she allowed it to continue, and opened her eyes, looking at the scene around her. All she could hear was screaming and tears and people yelling - at each other, at the rioters, at her. At her.
“I … I can’t do this,” Wanda said, low enough that no one but Tony could hear her. “I can’t hear my own thoughts. Everyone else … They’re so loud. I can’t…”
“That’s what I keep telling you people,” Tony said, grinning slightly. It was a forced thing, an old habit; if you just kept smiling, they’d never see how you were falling apart underneath it all. Smile for the camera, and they won’t know you’re broken inside. Smile in front of the bad guys, make a couple of jokes, and they don’t know you’re scared. Tony had been forcing a smile all his life, whether it be in front of his parents–so his father wouldn’t know he was getting to him, that his constant insults, constant pressure was too much–or because of his parents–because they’d told him to make a good impression in front of the press, in front of the investors, to make the family look good; or because he’d just taken over the family company, and the world had to see him smile to know he could handle it (even if he couldn’t, even if it was more than he was ready for) or because a smile shot down the scandal, made him look more stable (or at least like he didn’t care what others thought.)
But the thing was, Toy believed it now: he believed in the dream, believed in teamwork. He believed in the Avengers. He wouldn’t have built them the tower if he hadn’t. He wouldn’t have invested all this time, all this money, wouldn’t have put all this faith into this group if he hadn’t believed they had a purpose, that there was still some good they could do in the world. Tony had believed in the Avengers since about ten minutes after he’d meet them all. Registration was making that harder–was putting knives through the dream every chance it could get–but he wasn’t going to stop believing now. So maybe it would take some compromise, maybe it would mean sitting on a side he didn’t believe in with all his heart, but if that was what it took for them to stay together, if he had to get them stamped UN Approved in order to survive, he’d do it, and he’d do it without batting an eye.
Everything took sacrifice; a life time in corporate business had taught him that. Dreams were the building blocks of success, but it was compromise that made it happen. “Stick together, and the dream lives another day. Now look out for the big guys with the guns. Not team players.”
Tony whipped through the air, making it in time to grab the rocket and redirect it into the ocean. Best part about New York? Open water to deter the bad guys, to stick the things they didn’t want on land. He watched as the water exploded up around the impact–one problem dealt with of many, and this fight was far from over. He’d just turned to fly back, hoping to meet Wanda in the fray of things and end this as soon as possible, when he heard her panicking voice come in over the coms. “JARVIS, pull up a feed. Let me see what we’re dealing with.”
As Tony hurried to the scene, JARVIS beat him to it, connecting a streetlight camera into the HUD screen of the Iron Man suit. Tony could then see a video recording of Wanda, standing in the middle of the street, screaming people and shooters all around her. No wonder she was scared. “Wanda, you’ve got this,” he said into the comms. “You survived a war, you can survive this. They’re scared. They’re panicking. You know how you feel when you can’t control your powers? That’s how they all feel right now, like they can’t control their lives. But guess what? You get to be the control today. Think of every time you’ve felt scared, felt out of control, felt like you didn’t know what you were doing. Now use that. Don’t let them feel it. You get to be the one in control now. You get to tell those feelings to go to hell where they deserve.”
He zipped past a few more buildings, could finally see her in person, just a few more feet ahead of him. “You’re an Avenger. You’re the hero in this story. You get to save the day. You don’t need to hear your thoughts. You don’t need to think. You just need to act. This is an instinct game now. It’s not about you. It’s not even about me–shocking, I know. It’s about them. It’s about getting them out of here, whatever it takes. Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Grab someone, and go. You can do this. I know you can.”