sixthiterationlogs | past the canyon, to the lake

Wanda didn't have any weapons. She borrowed a knife but it was assumed that she'd return it when her and Peggy returned from the lake. Other than that she packed water and food and any item that Clint had told Wanda to take with her. His worry was nice but also very annoying.

She was dressed in green cargo paints and a white tank top with her backpack looped snugly on her shoulders. Her hair was up and she'd brought an extra hair tie in case Peggy wanted one too.

The trek to the lake wasn't so bad but she was happy to see the lake at a closer angle. Like Peggy, she really wanted to jump in the water. "It's beautiful." Wanda heard herself speaking before she had registered the words. She shook her head briefly before peering down either side of the shore. "I don't see it's end." At least not yet.

"Left." She supplied before heading to the left.

"This is salt water?" She asked, walking close to the shore and peering into the calmly rolling waves.

Peggy had been working on the assumption that such a body of water could only be a lake. Then again, she had convinced herself of this because they were trapped in a finite space, so how could it be anything else? Taking her boots off in order to approach after they'd begun their veering, she heads down to the sand and bends to curl her pinkie in, sucking at the water from her lips.

"It is," she says, glancing over her shoulder at Wanda. Between her comment about the lack of end and the salt water, Peggy is beginning to wonder if perhaps she hadn't been wrong. "Is it possible we've been on the ocean's edge all this time? That doesn't make sense," she insists. "Wouldn't the river, the stream, wouldn't they be salt water as well, if we were only being fed water from an ocean?"

Lake's were usually fresh water while ocean's had salt water. Wanda knew no other was to tell the difference between the two which was why she had asked. She never expected Peggy to taste the water.

In hindsight, it was the logical thing to do.

Wanda paused and watched her, her eyebrows furrowing softly with the results. "All lakes run to the ocean." It didn't happen the other way around. Which meant that there had to be a spring somewhere near their village that this village didn't have. Wanda didn't know enough about geography and landmasses to give Peggy much more than that.

"There might be more of these places and we're just on the edge..." Her voice trailed off. Wanda wasn't so sure about that.

This all doesn't make sense to her and Peggy had come out here for the sole purpose of trying to find answers, not create more questions. She has her hands on her hips as she thinks about where on earth this ocean might possibly be feeding to. "I always assumed that somewhere beyond the canyons, we had a mountain source for the river or a glacier, but there's an ocean here," she says.

"I don't see any boats on it, either," is her sinking feeling. "Not docks or ports, nothing," she says. "Which means we're just as trapped, unless someone is daring enough to build a small craft and take off sailing." It won't be her, she knows that, she'd barely made it over the Atlantic crossing with her dinner intact.

"Maybe there is a reason." Wanda offered as she walked up next to Peggy’s side. "Something that stopped those who lived here from building a dock or boat." There were saltwater fish, Wanda knew that much, but perhaps this lake held something else, something worse than the option of standing on land.

"We should be careful." Which was her way of saying that maybe building a small boat and sailing across was a bad idea.

Her head turned and she continued further down the slim beach. "Let’s keep going." They had a ways to go and Wanda didn’t want to make Clint worry for longer than she had too. He’s been more tense since Sam’s disappearance. The thought made her look over at Peggy before directing her eyes on the path in front of them. "Sam’s gone." She didn’t know if Peggy knew yet. "I saw Steve here too." Though she hadn’t seen him since. It felt awkward though Wanda couldn’t place why. Maybe she was afraid that he’d leave too. When he saw her he looked relieved and she didn’t know why.

Peggy steps out of the water to back away from it, unable to shake the feeling that this could be their escape if only they could build a boat and find a way out of here. Of course, that didn't actually account for such things as finding their way to the right time, which might prove difficult.

Or was that really so bad? What if she didn't go back to 1947? Maybe she could find a life for herself in the future. It's a long list of maybes, something to let sit in her mind. She follows after Wanda, hating that she'd known that these topics were coming.

"Yes, I know about Sam," she says quietly, still trying to process losing a friend like that. "And I've seen Steve," she adds, trying to keep her face impassive before something slips and shows how emotional she is about both those things, in varying ways.

Wanda’s eyes watched Peggy as she rose from the water’s edge. She wouldn’t say that they were close in a traditional sense of the word but they shared the same world and Wanda took comfort in that fact. She worried about Peggy. There were times that Wanda wondered what Peggy thought of her but she was always quick to abandon the train of thought.

"I’m sorry." She replied in a soft voice, as they made their way down the shore. "Are you alright?"

She knew that Peggy and Steve had been close. She wasn’t supposed to know but she’d seen inside most of the Avengers heads and had watched as Steve left the compound to visit her in the hospital. He’d always looked so somber when he returned.

Now Steve was here and he was from some time into Wanda’s future. She wasn’t sure what to think but it didn’t feel like she had her friend here.

Where to even begin? Peggy doesn't want to lay all her emotional turmoil on poor Wanda, who's certainly never done anything to deserve it, but the prospect of having someone who knows Steve to talk about this with is a handy thing. She knows that she can talk to Stella all day long, but Wanda knows who Steve is, what he has to do, and his past and role in the future. "I should be ecstatic," is the problem that she says.

"He's here, alive as am I, and though we've had years to separate us, we're still the same people at heart," Peggy says, "I've never stopped loving him, of course," she says, a fact that is simple as that. "Only, I lost Steve when the Valkyrie went down and then I lost him again here." Peggy continues to walk, setting determination to avoid her emotions. "What if I lose him again?"

Wanda could understand where Peggy was coming from. She knew Steve's tendencies, how he thoughtlessly always put what he saw as the greater good first. It was an endearing trait but also frustrating. Wanda could only image what Steve had put Peggy through.

She didn't mind being used as a sounding board, it helped her organize her own thoughts while also helping Peggy.

She nodded her head absently and for a few seconds was silent. "That's what I thought too." Wanda didn't want to get close to Steve if he was just going to leave but then she remember her brother, her not!brother, and a sharp pain struck through her chest. It was different for Peggy when it came to Steve. Steve might have saved Wanda, giving her a place where she could do some good but Peggy loved him.

"My brother was here." She spoke softly as they continued down the beach. "Not the brother I knew but one from somewhere else. In my time he's dead." She tried to keep her inflection even but it was impossible. "Now that he's gone... I wish I could have spent time with him... even if the moments were short."

It hurt that he was gone, she would have at least like some memories of him while he'd been here.

Wanda's head turned towards Peggy. "Loss hurts, it makes us scared, but I think you're stronger than that. We both are."

Peggy keeps her gaze on a fixed point on the horizon. It's both to centre where they're heading, but also permits her to avoid looking Wanda in the eye, sure that if she does as they talk about such matters and she's looking at Wanda, she's sure to be pushed to the emotional brim and she'd like to prevent that.

Strangely, this trek bears a familiar feel to that of the one she and Mr. Jarvis had undertaken, though at least that one had a destination in mind. Here, it feels like they're simply walking for the sake of walking. She's not sure what to think about the prospect of a Steve from another universe, and yet, would it still be him? If it were still him, to his core, she's sure that she would still love him.

"I had just opened myself up to loving someone again, but then I was taken here," she admits. "Then, Steve came and left. I would give anything to have even a moment of happiness with him, but it's complicated," she says. "I'm not even sure if he still feels the same as I do, for one."

Wanda could understand her uncertainty. Steve was dense and when it came to personal relationships he wasn't quick to make his feelings known. Wanda hadn't seen his face after going to Peggy's funeral but she had seen him before he left. It'd been a crushing look and as much as she loved Steve, like any other adopted extension of her family, she couldn't bare to see him like that.

As they walked Wanda chewed on her lower lip. The sandy beach suddenly felt endless and she wondered if it had an end. Knowing this place, it would end at a cliff, with no means to continue forward.

"Have you thought to ask him? Steve is-" She paused, knowing that coming out and asking him would be a tremendous task. "Steve is dense but I know he loves you. You inspire him." He'd always been putting his feelings on hold, that was until recently. Wanda thought that losing Peggy was a wake-up call for Steve. It had pushed him to start thinking about himself as well as the greater good. That was why he was so fixed on saving Bucky after he'd failed Peggy.

"I don't see his feelings changing." Wanda spoke in a soft voice but she was confident. She'd lived with Steve and trained with him for the past few years. She liked to think that she knew him, even if it was only a little bit.

Peggy gives Wanda a rueful smile over her shoulder as she keeps walking, appreciating the ability to dig her feet into the sand and keep moving, not stopping because she doesn't want to linger. "If I ask him and the answer isn't what I want to hear, I'm afraid I'll just be very much disappointed and upset," she says, because while she's quite self-confident, it's also Steve. "I'm not sure that I inspire him, I think it's more the other way around," she admits.

"I've tried to live my life up to the standards and the way that Steve would want. Recently, I'd started to drift, trying so valiantly for credit and glory, but I remembered in time, made sure that I steered my rudder the way Steve would have wanted." It's a lovely thought, to imagine that Steve still wanted her, but she gave Wanda a sad look.

"He's from the future now," she points out. "He lives a whole different life from me. Who am I to ask him to come back to the past, just for me?"

Wanda rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Ive told you some about the Accords." She remembered because it had been when Wanda lost her powers. She’d felt so lost and somehow, talking to Peggy made her feel like she could find herself again. "You had just passed away." Wanda paused, looking over at Peggy to make sure that she was okay hearing this. "I saw what that did to him. You were never in his past. I think he felt like he failed you."

She paused again and shook her head. "But I don’t know." She wasn’t Steve and she had no idea what he was thinking. She assumed that the reason he worked so hard to help Bucky was because he was the last thread that Steve had of his past. If Wanda and her brother had been in that situation, she probably would have done the same thing.

"All I know is what it’s like not to have answers." If she was being honest, she hated it. She’d rather know then constantly question what was around her. This was up to Peggy and Wanda suddenly felt awful for bringing it up. It wasn’t her place to say one way or another. It was between Peggy and Steve. Wanda just wanted her friends to be happy.

She wishes and wants and prays that there's still something between them because she still loves Steve with all her heart, even though she'd allowed herself to say goodbye to him and move on at home. That had been undone neatly here, as though a knot being expertly untied until there was nothing left at all, which meant that her heart is open to him again.

He's also here and not just a memory in pictures and vials of Howard's blood. "I'm sure that once I actually settle in and talk to him, I'll be able to get myself an answer." That's the trouble. What happens if she does and it's not the answer she yearns for? "Is there anyone like that for you at home?" Peggy asks, trying to gently steer the conversation back away.

"Someone you wish you'd had more time with, that you could see a future together with?"

Wanda wouldn't push the conversation, so when it changed she followed the flow and focused on her own answer. She couldn't offer Peggy very much when it came to her love life because she didn't have one. There had been people in the past but it'd been before the Avengers.

"Being with the Avengers doesn't give you time to get close to people." Light green eyes glanced over at Peggy. "The only people I know are those at the compound and…" Her lips curled before pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek. "Most people see me as a weapon. Nothing more." Vision had once told her that he wanted the world to see her as he did. It was a sweet thought but Wanda didn't think much of it since the man didn't understand the concept of doors.

"I don't think I'll fall in love." Wanda didn't think she deserved to be in love but she had a feeling that Peggy would argue with her, so she kept the thought to herself.

"I was with the SSR for years, I still managed to meet men," Peggy can't help but quip with a glimmer in her eyes that's very clear as teasing to those who know her. Perhaps she's not as close with Wanda as she is with others, but she hopes that it won't be seen as cruel or callous. Still, when Wanda goes on, that teasing falls away.

"If that's true, then people are idiots," she says firmly. "You're not a weapon, you're not dangerous, you're much more than that," she can guarantee that, knowing the woman as she does. "I never thought I would fall in love," she admits. "I was ready to marry because it was what was expected of me, but I wasn't in love, not really. It's also not necessary to live a full life," she says, stubbornly. "Do you want to keep walking?" she asks, starting to feel wary that they'll find an end to all this beach.

A light smile teased the edges of Wanda's lips at Peggy's quip. She wondered what Clint would say if she had ever mentioned a boy? Given how much he liked to father her he'd probably have a lot of things to say.

"I don't know what the future holds." It was nice to hear Peggy rise to her defense. She didn't know if the woman would have agreed knowing the full extent of Wanda's abilities but Wanda liked to believe that Peggy would have stood by her the way Steve and Clint had. She counted herself lucky to have friends in her life who were stubbornly there for her.

Wanda didn't think she'd fall in love and she didn't think she deserved it but she wasn't opposed to the idea either.

Her gaze followed down the beach while a frown pulled at her lips. "Do you think it'll have an end?" She asked, suddenly unsure if the path will end at another cliff.

"I don't know, truthfully," Peggy says, trying to see an end to the horizon. This feels, uncomfortably, a little like she's back in the canyons and that awful deja vu is enough to make her more than a little leery, cautious to go too far. At least she's got someone with her, this time, which means she's not about to get herself into more trouble.

"Right now, I'm afraid the future is only going to hold disappointment for us," she admits. "We've got two options, as far as I see it. We can make camp for the night and continue on, or we can abandon with the belief that there's nothing past this but more...well, this."

Wanda turned and looked behind them. She spotted their footprints in the sand but other than that it was the same sight in both directions. It wasn't an encouraging thought and Wanda felt the same sort of uneasiness that Peggy did.

"We should make sure..." She pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek, suddenly unsure. "Let's make camp and go a little further tomorrow." Her chin tilted up towards the skin line as thoughts tumbled and sorted inside her head. Would the people who brought them here really let the go so easily.

"I wonder why there aren't people here..." The town they had walked through to get to the beach had been completely empty.

Peggy nods in agreement, though she wishes that she had better suited materials for camping. At least it's warm and not like the bitter cold of earlier. "This is how it was when I arrived," she admits. "The entire village that we live in was bare, empty, just like the one we came through to get here," she says, knowing that it's not an answer, but it is the case.

"I keep looking and waiting and hoping for a port," Peggy confesses. "Even then, though, how do we account for the differences in time? If we found escape, how do I go back to 1947 and the rest of you go back to your proper time? Or do we?"

Wanda stepped away from the shore, searching for a decent expanse of land where they could see the water as well as anything that might creep up around them. With the location of their camp selected she shrugged off her backpack and pulled out a few pieces of cured meat, passing a portion over to Peggy in case she could use the snack. Out in the open wasn't an ideal place to sleep but Wanda was used to sleeping on the ground and it would be interesting to see the water come night fall.

"Whoever brought us here must need us." It made her wonder what happened to their prior test subjects. Perhaps they were all killed when whatever experiment they were conducting went south. It was a chilling prospect to think of.

Wanda hated the idea that they were test dummies of some sort.

"How many arrived with you?" She knew that Peggy had been one of the first in the village, along with Sam, but she didn't know all of the details. Only what Sam had written in his journals.

"I'd have to dig out my notebook to know exactly how many," she admits, because she hasn't got the count in mind, not with all the people who have vanished on them. "I would say about two dozen at most," she says, though suspects the actual number had been fewer than that and the chaos of the wind storm and the arrival had inflated the number in her mind.

She settles in with Wanda to start searching through her bag, unearthing a blanket so that they can sit on it and not be directly on the ground. "Whatever they need us for, it seems few and far between. Not to mention, why do some people keep vanishing? Are they escaping? Or are they no longer useful and our captors are done with them?"

Wanda didn't have any answers for Peggy but the question continued to rattle around in her head. She gnawed discretely on the inside of her cheek before ripping off a small piece of cured meat and popping it into her mouth.

"I don't know." She finally said with a thoughtful gaze turned towards Peggy. "There must be a reason why they left. I think they’ll departure wasn’t by choice but I can’t prove it." It was just the feeling that she got whenever she thought about it. When would their observers let perfectly good test subjects go, unless there was something about them that was no longer useful or their disappearances served its own purpose.

It was a very uncomfortable thought.

"I'll start a fire." She pushed herself to her feet, leaving the bag of food in case Peggy wanted any and then set off to find small twigs and branches to use as fuel.

"Thank you," Peggy calls over her shoulder to Wanda as she sets off for the firewood, thanking her not only for the physical task that she's undertaking, but also for lending an ear to such personal matters. She doesn't always open up about them, often for fear that she can't speak honestly, but she appreciates having Wanda to lend an ear to her issues.

"Here's hoping that you won't vanish on me as well," she says to herself, wrapping the blanket around her knees as she stares forward in the dark to track Wanda's progress, hesitant to let her too far out of her sight.

Wanda stayed within sight while collecting firewood. She didn't trust this area yet and she wasn't going to do something foolish after Clint gave her specific instructions to be safe.

She didn't reply to Peggy until she was closer, dropping her small collections of sticks, twigs and leaves to the ground to begin building a fire. Luckily she had borrowed some flint from the inn for this trek. "You lent me an ear when I needed it." She spoke softly, her accent thicker than usual. "I want to do the same." It's what friends did or so Wanda had been told countless times in the past.

Wanda had no plans of vanishing. She didn't want to leave Clint or Peggy but she also knew that she might not be able to control it and so it was never something she'd promise.

Peggy inhales slowly and gives Wanda a wary look when she talks about lending an ear. It's always easier for her to listen to other people's problems than to speak about them, especially when she feels like her issue is so simplistic and basic, when you get down to it, but it's all about drumming up courage that ought to already be there.

"I'm not sure what else I can say," she admits. "Perhaps what I ought to be asking is for more stories," she says. "I never tire of hearing about the idiotic things that man does," she says, not having to specify who, she knows.

Wanda would gladly listen to other people's problems. Even if it was something that Peggy might deem trivial. It was easier than facing the larger problems or her own problems.

A bright glow covered one of the twigs that Wanda had collected. A smile tugged at the corner of Wanda's mouth as she blew across the lit ember. Fire flared and danced to life, slowly growing as it ate at the wood around it. With the fire lit, Wanda sat back and began to pull off bits of dried meat.

She didn't have to guess to know who Peggy was talking about. "There are many." Wanda felt her smile grow. "This was before me but, Steve and the other Avengers saved New York from aliens. Not sure if you heard about it. It brought the source of my abilities to earth." That wasn't exact true but Wanda hadn't been there and she only knew what the scientists at Hydra knew.

Peggy has made the area as comfortable as she's going to be able to, making sure that there are blankets and clothes enough for both of them to settle in for the evening. "I had heard about that," she admits, though it had been so long ago that the actual details seemed vague and fuzzy. "What everyone tiptoes around, with me, is the infiltration of Hydra into my agency," she notes with mild annoyance.

"I understand why no one wants to speak about it. I hardly do, either, but I want to now more. Maybe if I go back, I can stop it happening," she says, a determined glint in her eye.

Wanda needed Hydra to exist in her time. It was a horrible think to realize but Hydra had made her into who she was and had given her the ability to join the Avengers. Without Hydra her and her brother might have found another way to avenge their parents death but she doubted that it would have ended the same way.

Thinking about it was unsettling, so she focused on answering Peggy’s question. Wanda didn’t think Peggy knowing would change anything.

"I don’t know much about it. I wasn’t part of the Avengers when Shield turned on Steve. I know that it happened close to when Shield was formed but that’s it." She paused, chewing at her lower lip. "It isn’t so hard to persuade or mislead people." Which she knew from experience.

"I hate to think that I had allowed that sort of environment, that sort of hate," Peggy admits, seeing as she didn't want that to be her legacy. Then again, she hadn't even begun SHIELD at home, so she didn't know what she could do to stop those people from doing harm. She also suspected there would never be any way to stop them permanently.

After all, people carried a great deal of hate in their hearts, no matter what happened. Prodding at some of the blankets by her feet, she glances at Wanda. "Did you have to deal with that?" she asks. "People being unkind? False?"

"It isn’t just hate." Wanda’s eyes fixed on the fire as she spoke. "It’s fear and greed." There are so many things that make up the human mind, that fuel each person’s decisions. It’s rarely something as simple as hate. "Revenge, pain. They can all cause people to hate but it isn’t ever something simple." Very few situations were white and black, despite how much Steve seemed to think otherwise.

She snapped a twig between her hands and tossed it into the low burning fire.

"I did and I didn’t." Wanda rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "My brother and I lost our parents when we were very young. Ever since then we’d been fighting, wanting revenge on the man who killed our parents. Hydra gave us a way to do it. We didn’t know what it would entail but we didn’t care so we didn’t look closely at it. Of those who were used as subjects, my brother and I were the only ones to live through it."

Wanda never wanted to hurt innocent people.

"The man who hurt your parents, did Hydra also want him dead?" Peggy has to ask, because she has the sneaking suspicion that of course they would. Hydra had never been in the business of allowing gifts or any trinkets or morsels of generosity without an ulterior motive behind it. She's not entirely sure she even wants to know all of this, but she's taken a few steps down this path, hasn't she?

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want," Peggy says firmly, wanting to make sure that the other woman understands that much.

Wanda shook her head. "The man who killed my parents was Stark." She felt like it said enough but she elaborated anyway. "It was one of his missiles that hit our apartment but it didn't go off. Not right away. We waited, staring at that name, wondering when Tony Stark was going to kill us." There was significantly less anger and hate in Wanda's voice compared to the first time she told this story.

"After Ultron, I formally joined the Avengers. Stark gave me a room at headquarters, food; he paid for me to take online classes." At Steve's request, "I never knew why he accepted me. I thought it was something Steve had said."

Then she'd been placed under house arrest. It was odd being treated like an adult and child at the same time.

Oh, Tony. Peggy has to assume it the younger Stark, only confirmed when Wanda says as much. She keeps the emotion silent and private, in her eyes only, because it's not her place to feel sympathy for one of her best friend's son, whom she barely knew here in this place, but felt a connection to, regardless. Still, it's good to hear that Wanda's been able to come around on him.

"Deep down, in their hearts, the Starks are good men," Peggy says. "Tony's father is one of my best friends. He gave me a place to live, a purpose, and he believed in me when I needed it most." Of course, he also infuriated her, was readily unavailable, drunk, and eccentric. Still, at least he had the good qualities to balance the bad.

"I wouldn't put it past Steve to insist, though. He's good that way," she says, unaware of the way her expression melts with obvious affection and love.

A grim smile touched Wanda's lips. "They are good but..." She had seen into Tony's head, watched as his fear tore him apart. "Tony tries to fix his emotions using logic. Emotions aren't something to be fixed, they're just something to feel and accept. Tony cannot do this." She believed in him to a degree but Wanda knew that his fear was still there and the more guilt and pressure he put on his shoulders... the more likely Tony Stark was going to do something stupid...again.

"I don't know." She lived with Steve and Vision but she didn't know either of them very well. Everyone was quiet when it came to their pasts, Wanda included. They knew enough and shared the space together but she never had long talks with Steve about feelings. Unless he was attempting to cheer her up, which rarely went well.

"You knew Stark's father? Who was he?" Wanda can't help but wonder what kind of man he was.

"I think he's somewhat similar to his father in that, though Howard did have his fair share of emotional mistakes," Peggy will attest to, seeing as pure logic couldn't be used as an explanation for some of what he did in the name of loving and missing Steve, just as she had. She gathers up the blanket around her feet as she sits up, wondering why that all seems so far away from her. It's only been a year, but it feels a lifetime.

"Howard Stark," Peggy replies. "Howard and I worked at the SSR together and we met Steve at the same time. Helped him on a few missions, you ought to ask Steve about him sometime. Howard is nearly most of the reason that Steve is who he is today. Physically speaking," she clarifies. "Steve Rogers is himself, through and through, not made by anyone otherwise."

Wanda knew that Steve would always be himself. He would always follow his own path, wherever that path happened to take him. It was frustrating most of the time but Wanda wasn't the sort of person to complain about it.

"I will." She spoke softly, looking into the fire. "I'd like to know Howard." If only to understand his son a little bit more.

Wanda looked up at the sky and then over at Peggy. "Do you want to sleep first?" She figured they take watches, after all, this wasn't a place that either of them was familiar with.

"If he ever arrives here, I'll bring him around to make introductions," Peggy assures, given that she's sure that Howard would be falling over himself to meet every beautiful woman in town, though Peggy would be following swiftly after to make sure that he understood that he was not to bed any of them lest he feel her consequences.

"I'm not really tired just yet," Peggy admits, her mind still mired in a thousand thoughts. "You can sleep first, I'll watch."

Wanda nodded her head before stretching out on the ground. She was exhausted though she wasn't sure if she could sleep. While they were here she would at least try.

"Wake me when you grow tired." With that Wanda closed her eyes.

[ooc: handwave from here?]

Peggy gives a sharp nod, sitting up straight as she readies herself to be vigilant of whatever might come at them in the night. The peace and quiet will be nice, she tells herself, trying not to think about how it might end up being too much, but then, she has to force herself to think about what's been going on in her life at some point.

"Sleep well, Wanda," she murmurs.

past the canyon, to the lake

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sounds good to me!