WHO: Jyn & Wanda & y'all WHERE: All over the place WHEN: February 14 - onwards; event catch all WHAT: Dealing with event shenanigans; hit me up if you want something in particular WARNINGS: None so far, though probable Rogue One spoilers
Unlike Wanda, Thor is not accustomed to the occasional bout of floating. In fact, he'd go as far as saying that it's generally a very bad sign.
Luckily, he'd exited his room long before the doors locked him out. It means he can be outside his room to be completely useless in zero gravity. Turns out you can't just will yourself to be back on solid ground, which means he isn't of much help to anyone in this situation.
He's getting the hang of pulling himself along the ceiling and walls, even in the dark. He just looks incredibly awkward doing it, as a 6'4 wall of muscle. When Wanda happens upon him, he can't help looking just a little despondent. He thought he was doing so well, but she's flourishing. Hardly seems fair.
"What gave you that impression?" He quirks a brow at her.
Pietro had quietly made the Fabio joke to Wanda when they had first come upon Thor, aggressively thinking more and more compromising romance novel covers Thor could have graced in order to make his sister laugh. It had always been successful and Wanda feels an idle pang at the sight of Thor's beautiful blond hair billowing around his shoulders like, well, Fabio.
If only Pietro could see him now.
"I know you are the God of Thunder but I did think you preferred flight to be of your own choice." A small smile graces her features, a little teasing. "Would you like to come down from there?"
Thor would much prefer it if nobody could see him now, but he doesn't mind that it happens to be Wanda he's met with. There's still that tiny niggle of wariness in the back of his mind, mostly because he's still extremely bothered by his visions. Of course, he'd be the last person to believe that a person can't change for the better. Loki managed to, in the end.
"I'd prefer a great many things over this." Dryly. So dryly. He's not quite sure how those powers of hers work, but he's not about to turn her down.
"If you would, please. I'm of far better use on my feet."
"Your wish," Wanda says, waving her hand dismissively. Dismissively like she's dismissing the lack of gravity around Thor. Fight her, physics, she's win. Anyway, she doesn't slam the gravity on immediately, because that would be mean, but at a gradual increase so Thor can settle down calmly.
"If it's any comfort, you don't seem to be the only one struggling."
The slow decline is greatly appreciated, even if he could have landed like a sack of potatoes falling off a cliff with no problems. He grunts in relief when his feet touch the ground and he takes a moment to soak in how nice it feels to be solid again.
"If I were the only one struggling, there would be great cause for concern." He doesn't sound too smug when he says that, at least. "Have you encountered any signs that might lead us to the source of struggle?"
"No." Her head shakes, making her curls tremble. "I haven't encountered much at all, actually. I think most people are staying in one place for the time being. It can't be easy to navigate the halls without gravity."
"Then we should go hunting, I suppose." He's already come to understand that she's allied herself almost fully with the Avengers now. At least, she was. He doesn't really know much of what happened when he was gone, he just knows he considers her an ally.
no subject
Luckily, he'd exited his room long before the doors locked him out. It means he can be outside his room to be completely useless in zero gravity. Turns out you can't just will yourself to be back on solid ground, which means he isn't of much help to anyone in this situation.
He's getting the hang of pulling himself along the ceiling and walls, even in the dark. He just looks incredibly awkward doing it, as a 6'4 wall of muscle. When Wanda happens upon him, he can't help looking just a little despondent. He thought he was doing so well, but she's flourishing. Hardly seems fair.
"What gave you that impression?" He quirks a brow at her.
no subject
If only Pietro could see him now.
"I know you are the God of Thunder but I did think you preferred flight to be of your own choice." A small smile graces her features, a little teasing. "Would you like to come down from there?"
no subject
"I'd prefer a great many things over this." Dryly. So dryly. He's not quite sure how those powers of hers work, but he's not about to turn her down.
"If you would, please. I'm of far better use on my feet."
no subject
"If it's any comfort, you don't seem to be the only one struggling."
no subject
"If I were the only one struggling, there would be great cause for concern." He doesn't sound too smug when he says that, at least. "Have you encountered any signs that might lead us to the source of struggle?"
no subject
Not that... she would know.
no subject
"If you're willing, of course."