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[Despite all of the incredible and sometimes unbelievable things that Wanda’s seen and experienced in her life, nothing quite prepares her for her arrival on the Tranquility. It isn’t even the fact that she’s unexpectedly woken up on a spaceship that throws her off-balance (though it's quite unexpected), or even the fact that time and space and reality seem to work differently there (because really she's sort of used to that). It's that Pietro isn’t there during a decidedly difficult point in her life (after-life?) that impacts her the most. She can’t remember a time they've ever been parted in such a way, and the feeling is extremely unsettling.

Taking a deep breath, she sets her communication device to broadcast her message in video. She's dressed in her Ultimates uniform, though only the top of the red leather shows on screen. By all appearances seems to be in her early to mid-twenties, with an unusual amount of confident and poise evident in her body language.]

Good evening, my name is Wanda Maximoff and I'm another of the recent arrivals.

[Of course, it's not her real last name, but both she and Pietro adopted it after breaking ties with their father, and it was far easier to go through life not reminding people that they were the children of the infamous Magneto.]

I'm looking for any information regarding my brother, Pietro. It seems that he did not arrive with me, but considering the nature of where we are and shifting realities, any news as to whether he was here in the past would be appreciated.

[She shouldn't really need to add that if he arrives in the future she'd also like to know, right? Surely everyone here has some common sense regarding such matters. From all of the FAQ's she's read recently, they seem more on top of matters than she might have expected of most people. Wanda pauses, and after a moment continues.]

Also, has anyone managed to determine how many different dimensions and points in time we represent on board? Which worlds are similar and which ones are clearly separate, for instance?

[She's curious, not just because of her own dealings with altering reality, but because she's hoping that someone will be able to give her a basic idea of who she's dealing with on board and perhaps even which ones are from worlds similar to her own. Mentioning mutants or any groups by name would draw attention she's not sure she wants yet. Not until she knows who's listening on the other end.]

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We'd definitely have heard something about being too slow for him.

[Haha.]

He looked very young.

[Wanda sounds faintly amused by that.]

Mm, true. He certainly wouldn't have kept that to himself.

[Regarding Charles however...]

Have you spoken much with Xavier? Does he know much about who he is in our reality?

[WOW. THIS IS PATHETIC. Tony makes a note to teach her how to do better as he bumps it up.]

I've only mentioned that I sponsored his school.

[And then realising that even Wanda doesn't know what happens to him. He's learnt his lesson, no more talking about dead people in case they find out.]

I haven't told him anything else.

[IT'S SUPER PATHETIC but she'll gladly take the help since this is not her forte. Just like ~~breaking~~ bending reality is hers, not his.]

That's probably for the best...

[She pauses a beat.]

He hasn't expressed any interest in knowing more, has he?

[Because to be perfectly honest, Uncle Charles was a dick.]

Was a little too busy reassuring me that he was who he claimed to be. He wasn't even surprised to hear that he ends up in a wheelchair.

[Tony hasn't had that much contact with the X-Men to learn about the Professor's dickery and let's face it, the Ultimates weren't that much better.]

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Well I can't say that I mind that I don't have to explain that to him myself.

[Wanda could only imagine how awkward that conversation would be, really.]

How have you been, Tony?

It was Magneto, wasn't it? [Hooray for hacking Fury's private files.]

Oh, I've been marvellous. No need to worry about me.

Yes, it was.

[Wanda has her doubts about how things went down, in hindsight. Her father later proved himself not above all sorts of tactics, but it's nothing she wants to linger on, and that much shows in her expression.

She manages a tight smile.]

I'm glad to hear that. [She pauses a beat.] I don't suppose you have anything worth drinking available to share, do you?

[It's a straight-forward question, without much in the way of niceties and really asking someone for something like that really isn't her style but, well, it's been a long week and she doubts Tony will wonder why she wants some alcohol.]

[Tony is content to drop it there. There were things you just didn't discuss with the other Ultimates. They had therapists for that.]

I do have a small collection. It's nowhere near the quality that I'm used to, but it does its job.

[Considering how expensive his tastes were, that doesn't say much. Of course, he doesn't question her query. Their line of work was hard so he had always stocked the mansion heavily, not just for him and considering her last moments it wasn't hard to guess what weighed heavily on her mind.]

[Who needs therapists when you can repress everything for years instead?]

Would you mind if I dropped by then?

I'll always make time for you, darling. Just drop by any time you'd like.

Even now?

[Guess who doesn't care what time of day it is?]

[Tony is sure that it's night time somewhere. Besides, they're in space, no one really knows what the time is.]

Even now.

I'll be there momentarily then.

[There's an implied thank you to her tone, and she hangs up. Fifteen minutes later she's knocking on Tony's door.]

[Tony's prepared for her arrival by pulling out two glasses that he's pilfered from the kitchens as well as a bottle of space booze that he deems most like scotch. When he hears her knock he opens the door for her (a novel concept for him)]

Hello darling, didn't get lost along the way?

[Wanda graces Tony with a smile and steps in after his greeting. She's genuinely glad to see him, familiar as he is, amidst all of the strange newness of the ship and its occupants.]

No, I seem to be finding my way around here with little difficulty.

Glad to hear it, people do seem to get lost for weeks sometimes.

[The more often he sees her, the more it sinks in that she's really here, alive. And with something like this, he needs all the reinforcement he can get.]

Take a seat. [Then quirking his lips at the realisation that he didn't have chairs he sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him.]

But I'm not most people.

[Her smile widens somewhat, and as he gestures for her to take a seat, she does so. There's certainly no where else, and the bed is comfortable enough. She just barely refrains from commenting on how easily he got her onto his bed.]

Thank you though. You don't entertain here often, I assume?

[A sly grin creeps on his face at her question.]

I entertain plenty of people in the bedroom.

[Although not since he arrived on the Tranquility much to his chagrin.]

[Oh, she made that entirely too easy for you, Tony. Wanda mirrors that grin and quirks an eyebrow up.]

Back home, I'm sure, but your pool of options is considerably smaller here.

[He leans in and speaks very much like a teen-aged girl would telling a scandalous secret to her friends.]

And made even smaller because of my standards.

Distressing, really.

[Oh, there's something about that action that makes her smile. She plays along, leaning back and matching his tone.]

Then I suppose we can only hope that your luck increases.

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