text; email to alpha force (sans pietro)

[roboromantic]

I think I just met my illegitimate nephew. He's like a young American Quicksilver, white hair and all. And he's a bit rude. I bought him breakfast, but I'm not sure how much I should tell him. I don't think his home situation is very good, either.

Do I tell Pietro? This seems like news one should deliver in person. I always thought he would have been more careful, but I suppose accidents happen. I don't even know who the mother is.

Any advice is appreciated.

-- Wanda.

[in reference to this thread, which pura and i started before i actually got accepted because we're hecka impatient.]

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[makethatwork]

[ Clint squeezes back, holding her hand firmly. Yeah, this is kind of huge. She apparently has a teenaged son who has no father who she doesn't remember giving birth to. That's... kind of a big deal. ]

Yeah, kinda. But that's pretty normal for us, right? So we'll get this sorted out.

Right, so, Rikki's friends with his roommate. Or... friendly with his roommate. Whatever. Do you want me to see if said roommate knows anything about him that she'd be willing to share with Rikki? I won't tell Riks why, and I'll ask her to be discrete. She's pretty good at that.

[roboromantic]

Right. This kind of thing happens to us all the time.

[Wanda just can't stop thinking about the horrible possibility that she actually did give birth to a child when she was 18 and she and everyone she knew then is just missing 9 months of memories.]

As long as you leave my name out of it, yes. I'd appreciate that.

[She hesitates for a moment, then pulls Clint in for a hug. It's been a long, rough day.]

[makethatwork]

[ He is more than happy to hug her. And Clint gives pretty damn good hugs, he likes to think. ]

I'll see what I can't scare up. In the meantime, you can't do anything else tonight, so let's head back upstairs, okay?

[roboromantic]

[Wanda holds on for a good long hug, and there's a bit of a damp spot on Clint's shoulder when she pulls back. She nods, dragging her arm across her eyes.]

Can we have pizza with three kinds of meat?

[makethatwork]

[ He laughs and squeezes her shoulder. He doesn't mind having a damp shoulder - it's seen worse, and it's nice to be able to help a friend out instead of being the friend needing help, honestly. ]

And those deep-fried cinnamon sugar stick things with the icing dip. And beer.

[roboromantic]

[Wanda's never been much of a drinker, but a beer sounds like a good idea right about now. She takes Clint's hand again and heads for the elevator.]

Oh, the sugar cinnamon things. Those are good. Can we get two orders of those? I don't usually order delivery here because I don't like making the poor security guards answer the door and bring it up, if I'm not in uniform to get it myself.

[12 years of living in Alpha Tower and Wanda is still weird about letting the Tower staff do her laundry and grocery shopping for her.]

[makethatwork]

I think that is totally doable. We can watch Netflix, too, you got anything in your queue?

[ Clint's still weird about many things, too - he still doesn't entirely believe he'll always have access to food, for one. But delivery is great. ...Also Clint has no problem going down to the lobby to meet the delivery driver in his pyjamas, soooooo... ]

[roboromantic]

Um, a documentary about how the education system has failed America's youth? ...And Say Yes to the Dress. We could watch something less bad, though.

[Wanda is always paranoid that the delivery person will recognize her and then her secret identity will be COMPROMISED, even though she would have at no point told them her real name and always pays with cash anyway, and it's not like she wears a mask.]

[makethatwork]

We will rock our cheesy reality TV night, those dresses won't say yes to themselves!

[ He tugs her onto the elevator and presses the button, thumbing at his phone. ...What? He has pizza apps, he's making the order. ]

You got any preference on which meats, or should I just go bacon-pepperoni-sausage?

[roboromantic]

Like you can even tell the dresses apart.

[of course Clint has multiple pizza apps.] That sounds good. Are you ordering on the Internet? That always confused me. [Wanda knows how to use the lab computer but still actually calls to order a pizza. Old people.]

[makethatwork]

I so can, you just watch me. Some of them are all frilly and some of them aren't white, and some of them don't have sleeves.

[ Clint rolls his eyes good-naturedly ] You're such an old lady sometimes. It takes half the time, and there's less chance they'll fuck up your order since it's written down for them when they get it.