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Who: Tommy and Wanda
Where: Tommy & co's shitty warehouse
When: April 21st
What: SURPRISE FAMILY
Warnings: Tommy, the Maximoff family

Wanda did head over to the warehouse immediately after her meeting with Jack, but she just couldn't bring herself to go in and talk to him. Her... her son. It had taken her a week to collect herself and prepare - she'd even made notecards, although Cint had finally persuaded her that no teenager had ever taken an adult using notecards seriously, and she'd left them at home.

Now, as prepared as she's ever going to be, Wanda is standing outside the warehouse in what she hopes is her less intimidating but more professional uniform. She knows Tommy is in there - she's been watching him all week with strategically commandeered security cameras, courtesy of CONDOR software. It's no good waiting any more. She's faced evil scientist dictators, thirty story tall radioactive beasts, robot overlords, saved the planet a half a dozen times, fended off alien invasions. Why does a teenage boy have her so nervous? Taking a deep breath, Wanda steps up to the dented metal door and knocks politely.

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Wanda is at least giving them a little space, hanging back in her spot at the wall and not right up in their faces. But she's not an idiot, she knows that the minute she leaves they'll leave and find a new base in a new (probably worse) neighborhood, if they'd even stay in LA.

Her phone chimes from its undisclosed location in her uniform, and Wanda pulls it out. "The food is here. Tommy, could you pick it up? You stay here, girl-who-doesn't-introduce-herself. I think this whole discussion will go better over a meal, don't you agree?"

She pulls out a few bills and hands them over to Tommy, just enough for the price of the meal and a healthy tip. "Make it quick, try not to be seen around this building. And use the door like a grownup."

Aña bristles again, very on edge about the idea of being here alone with Scarlet Witch, even if it'll hardly take Tommy a moment to grab whatever food this crazy lady ordered.

"I disagree, but it's not like you're giving us a choice," she says tightly. "And I didn't introduce myself because honestly, lady, it's none of your business."

Deep breaths, Aña. Be calm and collected. You can handle this. She gives Tommy a little shrug like "what can we do? go get the food", and continues to eye Wanda suspiciously. "What's your angle here, anyway? Sudden guilty conscience or just a desire to meddle in the lives of people who have no reason to trust you?"

Tommy's getting quite good at the indignant child groan, and rests his head against Aña's shoulder briefly, before pushing off and looking at Wanda with the most don't do anything to her expression he can muster. He takes the cash, and rubs his face.

"Nobody uses the door," he snorts, before he pointedly uses the window, like he always has, and then he's gone in a flash of white.

Wanda rolls her eyes at him, but she's struck by fondness. Not that there was really any doubt at this point, but he's her son through and through, and too much like his uncle for his own good. She stares affectionately after Tommy for a few seconds, then turns to Aña.

"No angle. I found out I had a son, and I'm trying to have a relationship with him. Two sons, actually. Twins. It's all very complicated and it involves magic, and before you ask, yes. I did apparently have children without knowing it. And then I came here and he told me TRIDENT was after him."

Aña looks dubious about all this, but slightly - slightly - less hostile. It's not Wanda's fault if she had no idea Tommy even existed.

Still, she snorts a little derisively at the mention of TRIDENT. "'After him', yeah that's one way to put it."

"He doesn't know about the brother yet, by the way. I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me tell him, otherwise he'll be very angry with me. I was getting there, but we got sidetracked."

Wanda's expression is very serious when talking about TRIDENT. She's dealt with them plenty of times, none of them particularly pleasant. She's no stranger to being captured or lightly tortured herself, but that's been nothing compared to the months or years of torture and experimentation TRIDENT has a reputation for subjecting its victims to.

"What has he told you about them? Anything you can tell me will help me protect him."

"He hasn't told me much, and I'm not going to betray his trust by telling you without his permission." Aña purses her lips. On the one hand, she absolutely does not trust this lady not to force them to come with her, break up their family, and make them register. On the other...

She's pretty sure Tommy would rather all that happen than end up back at TRIDENT.

"He was in really bad shape when I found him, though," she says after a moment's consideration. "They'd been fucking with his legs. It was pretty bad."

Wanda clenches her fists. Those TRIDENT nemernici would pay. She'd take them apart piece by piece, turn them inside out.

"Thank you. You're a good friend, for keeping his secrets. And I swear, I will make them pay." There's a fire in Wanda's eyes that's been known to make adult criminals wet themselves and run away.

She forces herself to take a deep breath.

"I'm really not here to get you in trouble with CONDOR, you know. I've been in your position before, I know you have no reason to believe anything I say. But for whatever my word is worth to you, I will not just turn you over to the government."

Aña lifts her chin in response to that fire. It's a look she recognizes, and Wanda might see a similar look on Aña herself. She's lost enough family to terrorists. She will never lose Tommy if she has anything to say about it. "Not if I get there first," she says firmly. "You might be his magical parent or whatever, but I'm his family."

And she protects her family, goes the unspoken end to that statement.

"The problem I see is it's not entirely up to you. You don't run CONDOR, that means somebody else can overrule you. And once we're living under their eye, there's nothing to stop them from doing just that."

Aña might be acutely aware of this distinction between having a lot of power and respect in an organization and actually being in charge. She certainly watched Miguel fight with that often enough.

There's a scrabbling at the window, and not moments later Tommy jumps through, carrying two bags of steaming Chinese food. He lands, and goes over to place the food on their cardboard-box table, and eyes the pair of them. His ears are burning. Undoubtedly they spoke about him, and it's making him feel uneasy. He knows Aña has his back and won't say anything about him that she didn't want but it's Wanda he's not sure about.

At least they're both in one piece.

He starts rummaging around in the bag, pulling out the containers inside and opening them up to find out what Wanda actually ordered. Tommy cannot remember the last time he had take out, and thanks to the run the thought of eating isn't quite so intimidating so he finds a pair of chopsticks and actually just starts digging in as his metabolism scratches at his stomach.

"What'd I miss?"

Edited 2014-07-25 00:13 (UTC)

"You're right, I don't run CONDOR. I have influence and connections, but I don't work for them. But to get either of you they'll have to fight me, and most of Alpha Force."

By then Tommy is opening boxes and everything smells good and Wanda is actually hungry too, so she grabs a container of beef lo mein and chopsticks.

"Nothing in particular. Did you tip the delivery person?"

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