As an American... (fuck) | Closed

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WHO: Erik Stevens, Wanda Maximoff, & Daisy Johnson
WHAT: Two MCUs fall out of a fade rift and are rescued by another MCU, who'da thunk it?
WHEN: N-now?
WHERE: Some woods in Ferelden
NOTES: Some cursing, definitely. Nothing else of note tho, probably. Will update if need be.

Erik had been dreaming about walking in a strange place where things didn't stay where they were supposed to be. He hadn't been in the Black Panther habit, just in the clothes he'd had on before - pants, open sweater, black sandals - but the necklace was at his throat, and the kimoyo beads were at his wrist and this...

This wasn't the realm of the dead where his father had been when he'd seen him. Nor was it the mystical realm of his ancestors who probably wouldn't welcome him anyway, come to think of it.

Nope. This was a brand new fuckery on a brand new day.

He takes a step and suddenly is somewhere else, on the ground with dense woods all around him and a...

What the fuck was that? Some old white woman floating? There's a definitely not old maybe white woman on the ground next to him, clearly also trying to get her bearings or maybe just to get her head to stop spinning (his was definitely uninterested in stopping spinning, apparently), and he moves towards her when the floating old woman fucking shrieks at them and then...

Throws ice in their direction? The fuck?!

Erik rolls, taking the other woman with him and putting his back between the screaming whatever in the hell and grimacing when ice slices through his sweater and across his spine. "C'mon, get up, we gotta move." The necklace is dormant, dead - there's no scattering of nanites across his skin, and he grunts as another bit of ice hits him square in the shoulder.

If he can just put some distance between them and whatever is wrong with that floating woman...

Of course, now is an opportune time for some spindly looking fuck to open the ground beneath it and Erik has just enough wherewithal to get them moving just as the spindly creature appears right where they'd been standing and screams even louder than the ice bitch had.

Well. This is fun, right? Fun.

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She's for sure going to be reevaluating given ideas of 'fun' after this, and with indeed no time to fully deal with what feels like a whole construction crew's worth of equipment in her head, she nods slightly.

"Yeah, anywhere but here sounds good right about now." Spoken somewhat breathlessly in an accent that's more on the southeastern European side of things. "Should I assume you have no idea what the fuck that thing is either?" She's not sure if being the only clueless one would be reassuring or not.

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"It's some freaky shit that I ain't got a weapon to fight," Erik surmises, so, no, he doesn't know either, but they're on their feet and they're moving so he's going to take it as a win. He's keeping an eye out for discarded weaponry or, barring that, sharp and heavy sticks he can use in order to hack at what's chasing them.

At least he's not baseline human, but he does feel...like an edge to what he can do, a limit that he wasn't aware of before, and isn't that great?

"Maybe we put enough distance between us and them and they leave us the fuck alone."

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"I can hopefully buy some time for more of that, whether that's finding a weapon or getting more space." Now that she's, you know, mostly on her feet and steady. Without another word, she pouts out some red wisps from her hands, a barrier no larger than 20 feet that will hopefully last long enough for them to do something. She knows it won't last forever, because they never do, but even so, it's the best she's got for now.

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"That's pretty fuckin' impressive," Erik says after he recovers from gaping at whatever in the hell just happened. He'll piece it together in a bit, that she's the Scarlet Witch, but right now he's still confused enough by however they got to where they are that he's not trying to recognize people he's only seen in the news.

Running, though. Running seems like the best idea. The hag throws ice at the barrier and Erik can hear the impact, but he's still hoping with enough distance they won't give much chase.