[ despite his current predicament, tony is well aware of his surroundings, so the sudden appearance of a brunette garners little to no surprise from him. he would have expected her to keep on going, but something tells him that he may have just found the aid he needed. he can't put his finger on it yet, but she is oddly familiar.
honestly, he would have just dismissed the thought (because he really doesn't have the time to focus on it right now), but it's what she does next that makes him take pause — in fact, his entire body stills, almost as if he's been immobilized like the bunnies beneath him.
he recognizes that shade of reddish energy and the name that's habitually attached to it surfaces immediately in his mind — wanda. the last time he had seen her, the last time he is sure anyone else had seen her (to his knowledge) was during house of m. it has been a couple of years since then, but, in all fairness to him, he is missing his memories from the point he got extremis until now. so at least to him, it's a little too fresh, a little too painful as all the memories he has tried desperately to bury comes rushing back up.
fuck
to his credit, tony's expression remains unreadable (if not a bit on the grim side). he recomposes quickly enough as he forces an easy smile to slide into place. she isn't the wanda from his earth, he knows that for certain. far too young. in fact, there is a possibility she may not be her at all.
without needing to take out his device, he shoots her a text: ]
un: t thanks
[ she is staring at him like there is a hint of... what? recognition?
could she be— ] your name wouldn't happen to be wanda, would it? [ does it help if he messaged that half-jokingly? ]
no subject
honestly, he would have just dismissed the thought (because he really doesn't have the time to focus on it right now), but it's what she does next that makes him take pause — in fact, his entire body stills, almost as if he's been immobilized like the bunnies beneath him.
he recognizes that shade of reddish energy and the name that's habitually attached to it surfaces immediately in his mind — wanda. the last time he had seen her, the last time he is sure anyone else had seen her (to his knowledge) was during house of m. it has been a couple of years since then, but, in all fairness to him, he is missing his memories from the point he got extremis until now. so at least to him, it's a little too fresh, a little too painful as all the memories he has tried desperately to bury comes rushing back up.
fuck
to his credit, tony's expression remains unreadable (if not a bit on the grim side). he recomposes quickly enough as he forces an easy smile to slide into place. she isn't the wanda from his earth, he knows that for certain. far too young. in fact, there is a possibility she may not be her at all.
without needing to take out his device, he shoots her a text: ]
un: t
thanks
[ she is staring at him like there is a hint of... what? recognition?
could she be— ] your name wouldn't happen to be wanda, would it? [ does it help if he messaged that half-jokingly? ]