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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"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.