Author's Notes: Fun fact number one … Aaron Taylor-Compton and Elizabeth Olson, who played the Maximoff twins in Avengers: Age of Ultron, played husband and wife Ford and Elle Brody in the 2014 Godzilla movie. Fun fact number two … yes, the title of this chapter was, indeed, drawn from the lyrics of Let It Go. Elsa resonated with me (actually, she broke my heart), and in some ways, Wanda reminds me of her. Fun fact number three … I was visited by an actual plot bunny. In my area, we get a lot of wildlife; not just squirrels and deer, but rabbits and even foxes on occasion. Yes, you read that right …foxes. I found one of said rabbits lying in the shade of my car whilst returning with the mail. In fact, I thought at first that it was a cat or a small dog. Posted the picture to Facebook and was amused when it was called a plot bunny. So, that's enough about my life … in this chapter, Ianto is placed in charge of registration and meets Cameron Klein (and you know, the more I think about that potential friendship, the better I like it); Wanda mourns; and Jack sees someone he thought was lost. That happens to him a lot, have you noticed that?
Responses:
Sandysan: That's definitely on the agenda … not sure about sexy times, but definitely cuddling. Personally, I think cuddling is more fun, but I like to stick with what I know. And you'll get a taste of that reunion at the end of this chapter. (small smile)
Guest: No, Esther will not be abandoned, I promise. I'm taking your suggestion seriously about the three of them. I will confess that since I started writing them as an OT3 in the Themes and Variations series, the idea of them together has seriously grown on me. And I actually see Ianto being okay about sharing Jack with Esther (I have this mental image of a dark head and a blonde one ducked close together as they plot). Look for the boys to catch sight of each other at the end of this chapter.
Chapter Two
Let the Storm Rage On
SHIELD Helicarrier
Approximately an hour before the evacuation of Sokovia
Nick Fury had taken one look at him, and immediately assigned him to the registration desk. Actually, saying 'assigned' was a bit of a misnomer … the supposedly-dead director of the supposedly-defunct SHIELD grabbed the back of his collar and hauled him to the registration desk, saying, "This is your duty station. Take down the names of the evacuees, so we have a record of them if we need to reunite families." It never occurred to Ianto to protest or ask why, but Fury told him instead, "Someone who encounters a dead man and doesn't freak is the best person to handle people traumatized by the physical destruction of their town. 'Sides, that jackass who sent you told me that you were terrifyingly organized." Ianto felt his eyebrows ascend into his hairline. 'Jackass' was clearly Rassilon, but how did the two meet?
Fury was starting to head back to the command deck, but stopped and turned back to Ianto, adding, "And don't tell him I called him a 'jackass.' I've got operatives who still have nightmares about what he did to the Families." Ianto ducked his head as Fury swept off (really, did men who wore those long coats all have a flair for the dramatic?), doing a quick check of his supplies. A nervous-looking young man, who looked like he was trying to emulate Linda Blair in The Exorcist with the way his head turning this way and that, followed in the director's wake.
Even so, that didn't stop him from detouring to the table, asking earnestly, "Do you have everything you need? If not, I can send Agent North to help you." Ianto smiled and assured the other man (who was actually probably around his own age) that everything was fine. His new acquaintance nodded, saying, "If you change your minute, you can reach Agent North on channel six, or you can have a message sent to me. I'm Cam, by the way … Cameron Klein."
Ianto smiled, sensing a kindred spirit in the other young man and replied, "I'm Ianto Jones, it's a pleasure to meet you. Everything seems to be in order, but one thing I've learned is to expect the unexpected." Cameron actually laughed at that, and Ianto grinned at him. And because he was in a strange place and in a strange situation, he gave way to his curiosity, asking, "How did you end up here?" Cameron looked around a bit before inching a bit closer to the table.
"Director Fury recruited me. I was at the Triskelion when SHIELD fell, and the director was impressed. I've spent the last several months in Oklahoma, working with a British agency until he called me. You?" Cameron asked with the same level of curiosity. Ianto felt a tightness in his chest at his (possible) new friend's words. British agency? Oklahoma? It couldn't be, could it? On the other hand, how many British agencies or institutes were there in Oklahoma? They tended to be located in the largest cities, such as Los Angeles, New York, and DC. Cam unknowingly added to Ianto's turmoil by adding, "Their director is here, too, along with Agent North and his wife. You'll like her, if you get a chance to meet her."
Ianto offered the other man a half smile, and Cam swore under his breath at his wristwatch beeped at him, muttering, "Dammit. I'm sorry, I gotta go … it was nice to meet you. Let me know if you need a guide, my channel is eight. I probably won't be able to do it … I'd get us both lost, but maybe Commander Hill could spare someone. Remember, I'm on eight, and Agent North is on six." Ianto thanked him, and the other man rushed off, leaving Ianto to ponder what he just learned.
He knew from Rassilon that Jack and Captain Rogers were close friends (friends only, Ianto, Rassilon had said with a small smirk) … and he had no trouble imagining Jack agreeing to help on this venture. The only question that remained then, was what Rassilon got out of this, if he was right … and he was sure that he was. So, what was Rassilon getting out of putting him here, because Ianto knew that the Time Lord wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his hearts for humanity. No, he had some other motive … and Ianto was determined to find that out.
That, however, would have to wait … what would become known as the Battle of Sokovia just began, and with it came organized chaos as the lifeboats were dispatched.
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SHIELD Helicarrier
Two Hours Later
She had told Ultron that she was already dead, and in truth, Wanda Maximoff cared little whether she lived or died. It truly felt as if her twin's death cut out her heart, and not just because she felt the snapping of their bond. Pietro was all she had left in the world, especially with Ultron's betrayal. She was done with the world … but it seemed that the world wasn't done with her, as Vision swept in to save her. Now, she sat alone in the infirmary beside her brother's still-warm body.
He'd died a hero, she knew … saving Clint Barton and a little boy. She'd heard about his bravery, but that didn't change that he was dead. It didn't change that she felt her twin die, and that she'd never had the chance to say good-bye, or even that she loved him. A fresh wave of grief washed over her, and Wanda rested her head on her brother's chest, acutely missing his hand stroking her hair. In those first minutes, her heart broken and bleeding, she'd wanted to blame Clint Barton, but in truth, it wasn't his fault. She knew that. This situation was far more her fault and Pietro's than it was the Avengers. And Pietro chose to sacrifice his life for a man who was willing to sacrifice his own life for a child he didn't even know. She would not betray that sacrifice by blaming Clint Barton or that child.
Did her brother wonder, in those last few minutes of his life, if Barton would have risked his life to save them, as they lay huddled all those years ago? Or did he just see someone who needed help, two someones who needed help? Wanda thought back to the man who told her that she was allowed to wait inside what used to be a house, that it was okay to do that … but if she stepped outside, she would step outside as an Avenger, and she was sure that if Clint Barton would have figured out some way to save them. They all would have … even Stark, as strange as that was to her. The man she spent half of her life hating would have saved them.
Outside, the cacophony reigned as traumatized, shell-shocked people milled about the helicarrier. ("So this is SHIELD?" "This is what SHIELD could be." "This isn't so bad.") When Barton was helped from the lifeboat by a tiny, dark-haired woman, Pietro's body was lifted by two men … both tall and dark-haired. His body was borne to this quiet room in the infirmary by those two men. Wanda saw that even as she and the Vision descended onto the helicarrier, and the woman who'd been assisting Barton hurried forward, asking, "Are either of you injured? I … oh. Uhm. Are either of you injured? I can direct you to the infirmary, or to the registration desk. We're taking the names of everyone, to make reunited them with their families easier."
Wanda bit back a sob, realizing that the woman hadn't meant to hurt her, and whispered, "My only family was just carried off by those two men." The woman blanched and it seemed as she wasn't even thinking as she held out her arms to Wanda. The remaining Maximoff twin didn't care … she took the proffered comfort as the woman held her close, whispering over and over how sorry she was. In the back of her mind, as she buried her face in the woman's shoulder, Wanda questioned how it was possible that she shook off the shock of Vision's appearance, but that was pushed aside by the grief.
Vision said softly, "I am uninjured, and I don't believe that your doctors could assist me." The woman who held Wanda mumbled, 'yeah, I see that.' Vision must have head as well, because when he continued, there was a hint of laughter in his voice, "I must find the other Avengers. Could you look after her?" The woman's arms tightened around Wanda, as if telling Vision to try to stop her. Wanda laughed a little, and then immediately felt guilty. What was wrong with her, laughing when her brother was dead?
"I think Steve … Captain Rogers … was headed for the flight deck. Don't worry, I'll take care of her. Where would you like to go first, sweetheart? To the infirmary to be with your brother, or someplace you can rest? I'm Natalie, by the way, and one of the men who took your brother to the infirmary is my husband Lucas," the woman said, pulling back to look at Wanda. She offered a lopsided smile, adding, "The other man is our friend and boss, Jack. Well, my boss … Lucas tends to follow him in the field."
"To my brother, please?" Wanda asked and the woman … Natalie … nodded immediately. She kept a comforting arm around Wanda as they walked, being stopped every few minutes by a Sokovian who wanted to say 'thank you.' Wanda wondered if they would still be thanking her if they knew she helped to bring this on them. Natalie's arm tightened around her, and Wanda knew it wasn't because she knew how guilty she felt. But maybe she didn't need to know about her alliance with Ultron? She asked hoarsely as they got further into the ship (and because it hurt less when she spoke of other things), "Do you have brothers or sisters?"
"Two sisters … Priscilla and Octavia. Oh, and I can't forget my new baby sister. My parents adopted her shortly before my father's death. You and your brother are about the same ages as my nephews and younger niece," Natalie answered softly. Wanda blinked. She would have said that Natalie was no more than fifteen years older than she was. The other woman must have seen her expression, because she offered with a rueful grin, "Long story. Suffice it to say that Priscilla was twenty-four when I was born and Octavia was fourteen. My oldest niece is only nine years younger than I am. In truth, she's more like my little sister than my niece."
Yes, Wanda could imagine. It was then that Natalie guided her into the infirmary and then to the room where Pietro lay. Natalie said softly, "No one has had the chance to take care of him, to clean him up yet. I need to check in with the command deck, but I'll be back in about ten or fifteen minutes." Wanda wasn't entirely sure what the woman was telling her, but Natalie explained, "If you don't mind waiting, I can help you when I get back." Wanda stared at her, dumbfounded. Why? Why was this woman, who never met her before today … why was she helping her? She must have said the words aloud, because the woman's face softened and she replied simply, "Because you need help. I'll be back as soon as I can."
That was thirty minutes earlier, but really, Wanda didn't mind. She was painfully aware that there were a lot of people who needed help today. All around her, even through the doors of the infirmary, she could hear the storm of people calling for help, calling for family members, calling to go home. That storm matched the storm inside her heart. And it forced her to a realization. She wasn't permitted to die. Not yet. She was living now not just for herself, but for her brother as well … for the life he was never permitted to have. She would have slapped the first person who said it to her, but it was a discovery she came to on her own. She had to live for her brother and she had to live to atone.
"I am so, so sorry, hon! I … oh," Natalie said as she returned the room. She blinked a little, catching herself on the door. All the color drained from her face, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Wanda would later wonder if she channeled some of Pietro's super-speed, as she darted over and caught the woman before she hit the ground. With a soft grunt, Wanda swung the unconscious woman into her arms and carried her to the other bed, even as two men ambled into the infirmary. The slightly taller one cried out Natalie's name, and shot over to the bed where Wanda just placed her, the other man following a little slower. The taller man began immediately fussing, checking her temperature and breathing and heart rate. Wanda watched, a bit bemused, but she couldn't deny the man's obvious anxiety.
"I'm sure she's fine, Lucas … she probably just forgot to eat. You know how she gets when she's busy," the second man said reassuringly. Wanda stepped back as he turned to face her with a brilliant smile, telling her, "I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and that's Lucas North. You've already met Nat-Nat-Natalie, and you're Wanda Maximoff, the newest Avenger." Wanda tried to think if she knew the name Harkness from Ultron, and came up blank. Even so, she shook the man's hand, even as the man named 'Lucas' fussed over the woman in the bed. Evidently satisfied that there was nothing wrong with her, Lucas allowed himself to be drawn from the room, but only after Wanda promised to watch over her. The irony didn't escape her, but Pietro would rolled his eyes at her and told her that he was fine … her priority should be the living woman who looked after her.
No more than a minute after the two men left, Natalie jolted awake and Wanda gently pushed her back against the pillows, saying, "You must rest. Lucas and Jack went to get you something to eat. They say you have a tendency to work too hard when there's a lot to be done." She bit back a smile as the woman grumbled a little about there being a lot to be done, and the Avengers were already exhausted. But she lay back, settling an arm over her eyes. Wanda fell silent, at least until she found herself whispering, "They are already exhausted and have much to do because of me, because of us."
Natalie removed her arm to look at Wanda, observing, "You know, I don't know what happened, but what I heard and saw was you and your twin doing a lot to help the people on the ground. But … that's not what you need to hear, is it? It doesn't matter to you that you helped, that you fought back against Ultron. It only matters to you that … what? Did you initially side with Ultron?" Wanda nodded, biting her lip, and Natalie sighed, "Oh, honey. I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of people who fall into that category. But that still won't help, will it? Then maybe this will. I know of a young man who was given to believe that his trust was badly misused. He lashed out, as young people often do, and nearly ended the world. Not because he wanted to or even because he knew it was possible, but because he didn't have all the facts at his disposal. And when he found out, he was willing to sacrifice his life to make things right."
"What happened to that young man?" Wanda asked and a sweet smile touched the woman's mouth. Her eyes went to the door, and Wanda looked over her shoulder, but there was no one there. Unless. She looked back at Natalie, who was still smiling softly. Wanda asked, wiping away at her tears, "What happened to that young man? You say that you know of him, and that he was willing to sacrifice his life. Did he die?"
It was then that she said something very curious. Natalie murmured, "He did die, but not that day … and he came back. He became one of the greatest heroes this planet has ever known, he became one of Steve Rogers' dearest friends, and he became the father of my daughter. His name is Captain Jack Harkness, and Wanda … I think you have the potential to be as much of a hero as he is." Wanda blinked at the woman. She could never consider herself a hero. But maybe … maybe she could try? Not try to be a hero, but try to live up to that example?
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Helicarrier Cafeteria
The line was long, but Jack was anticipating that. Even with a skeleton crew, there were a lot of hungry and tired people, and none of them were refugees. He found a place to sit and watch everything, while Lucas was getting lunch for his wife. It was actually a lot of fun to watch Lucas fuss over her, though he still laughed when he remembered the look on Malcolm Wynn-Jones' face before the wedding when he issued that rather stern shovel talk to Natalie … and his expression when the young woman all but squealed and threw herself into his arms. He'd not been expecting that, nor Natalie's explanation that she'd been hearing friends and family give Lucas that talk on her behalf and she wanted Lucas to have just one person who cared enough for him to give her that talk on his behalf. Jack knew he would cherish that memory forever.
"This seat taken?" a familiar voice asked and Jack looked up to see a weary Steve Rogers smiling at him. Jack responded by pushing out the chair with a booted foot, allowing the younger man to sink gratefully into the seat. Steve leaned back, murmuring, "Thanks. Can't stay long, need to make sure everyone is settled and then check in with Nick Fury, but needed a few minutes to breathe. It's good to see you, Jack." Lucas approached with a tray, but paused, seeing Steve there. Jack could see the calculation in his mind as he worked it out, and then Lucas smiled. He passed the table and handed Jack his bottle of water, and a granola bar to a very surprised Steve.
"Nat and I can share a drink. I'm sure an infirmary has cups around somewhere. I'll catch up with you later, Jack, let me know if you need me for anything … but for now, I'm going to look after my wife," Lucas observed. Jack had to smile at the obvious relish he said that last word, and then Lucas swept on past them. Steve was already munching on the granola bar, slumped back in his seat with his eyes closed, and taking a page from Lucas' book, Jack quietly rose to his feet. It took him a matter of moments to find what he needed, and then he returned to the table, pouring half of his bottle of water into the cup and pushing it over to Steve.
The exhausted Avenger opened his eyes and smiled gratefully, saying, "Thanks. I appreciate that." Jack didn't bother asking if he was all right. This was just a stop-gap until Steve had a chance to eat properly, and rest. A shower wouldn't go amiss, either. But for now, this was the only way Jack could look after his friend, and he would damn well do it. Steve asked as he took another bite of the granola bar, "I meant to ask, where are the refugees being housed? The last time I was on this particular helicarrier, I didn't spend a lot of time in the crew quarters … is that where they're resting?"
"In part," Jack explained, "families are staying in crew bunks and quarters. Nick also left open conference rooms as places to rest." Steve nodded, before allowing his eyes to drift closed again. They were all exhausted, Jack knew … trying to battle Ultron and look after the civilian population. Jack said softly, "I don't know how much this means, but I'm very proud of all of you. You did one helluva job here today, Steve." The younger man's eyes remained closed, but his lips curved into a small smile.
"Thanks. Be sure to tell Tony that as well … assuming you haven't already," Steve observed. Jack just grinned impishly, and Steve's smile widened a bit, as he said, "Judging from your lack of verbal response, I'm going to assume that you've already done that. Good. I need to see about Hulk, as well. See if anyone's managed to track him down. Barton's resting, and God knows he needs it right now. Have you seen Wanda Maximoff? I'm afraid I lost track of her after her twin was killed."
"Wanda is with Natalie and her brother's body," Jack answered, and Steve's eyes flew open. Jack waved him off, adding, "It's fine, Natalie just fainted. She'd been looking after Wanda, so we had Wanda looking after her in turn while Lucas and I came over here to get something to eat." Steve arched an eyebrow at that, and Jack asked, more than a bit confused by his friend's expression, "What? What is going on inside that super-soldier brain of yours, Rogers?" If anything, Steve's grin broadened even further, reminding Jack that while Steve Rogers had been born more than ninety-five years earlier, he was in fact no more than twenty-eight years old.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, Nat and Lucas are newlyweds, and a lack of food isn't the only reason she might have to faint," Steve pointed out, his cheeks turning a bit pink, but his blue eyes danced with mischief. Jack needed only a moment to work out what his friend was saying, and then he sat back in his seat, staring at Steve in astonishment. The young captain's expression was downright impish now as he added, "You're the one who talks about fifty-first century pheromones. Are you telling me that doesn't swing both ways? Has her scent been off or different the last few weeks?"
Jack swore under his breath, muttering, "Damn, Natalie, are you trying to make up for lost time?" Steve rolled his eyes at him and kicked his ankle under the table. Jack pouted at him, but that died as he noticed Cameron Klein a few tables away, talking to someone. He nodded in the direction of the young man who'd been working with Torchwood during the last few months, observing, "Now there is someone you should meet, if you haven't already. His name is Cameron Klein, and when he heard you tell SHIELD about HYDRA, he refused to launch Project Insight. Oh, Rumlow did it anyhow, but he refused, even with a gun pressed against his skull." Steve was looking over at the table with interest.
"I need to thank him. Even though Rumlow launched Insight, that took a lot of guts. Natasha told me a little about him, what she heard from Sharon Carter. You're right, he is someone I should meet. I need to thank him, not just for saying 'no' to Rumlow, but for having faith in me," Steve answered. Jack just grinned at him, and Steve again reminded Jack just how young he was by crossing his eyes and sticking his tongue out at him. Jack roared with laughter, and Steve muttered, "Must be tired, acting like a ten year old."
"Nothing says that Captain America can't be a bit immature every now and again. Some of the most immature people I know are also the oldest," Jack answered. He was actually thinking of the Doctor in this case, particularly the Tenth Doctor although the Eleventh Doctor could also be rather playful. He still wasn't' sure how he felt about the Twelfth. It wasn't just his face, although him looking like Frobisher certainly wasn't helpful. No, it was his expression when he looked at Jack … that regretful look. Jack couldn't be sure what he was regretting, and that made him extremely uncomfortable.
Steve distracted him from that line of thought by teasing, "Are you including yourself in that category?" Jack smirked at him, and Steve allowed his eyes to drift closed again. He really did look exhausted, and he had seen how worn out the other Avengers were, excluding Bruce (and he was more than a little worried about both Bruce and Hulk. Hulk was a being of instinct, rather than 'intellect,' but he wasn't stupid, and only a moron would underestimate his ability to understand what was happening).
"Of course I am! That goes without saying … sonny," Jack teased. He snickered as Steve brushed his fingers under his chin toward Jack in the classic chin flick (but at least he made the super-soldier smile, without annoying him. Not everyone could say that), and the immortal asked, "Now where did you learn that? Natasha? Tony? Someone else?" He couldn't remember how old the gesture was, but Steve had been out of the ice for nearly three years at this point. It was entirely likely that he learned it since he was defrosted. Steve already admitted to learning how to hotwire a car in Nazi Germany, so was a rude hand gesture so far off?
"Would you believe me if I said I don't remember? It may have been Jacques or someone else. I just … don't remember," Steve murmured. One eye popped open, inspecting Jack, before adding, "And knowing Tony, he would probably say that's a sure sign that I'm getting old." Jack was on the point of saying something clever when he noticed Cam Klein rising to his feet, along with his companion. And there was … Jack frowned. Something about Cam's new friend looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something … He was distracted by his train of thought when Steve quipped, "Wow, you must be distracted if you ignored an opening like that … and damn, I just gave you another one."
Jack couldn't help but grin at that, observing, "Sorry, Cam is heading this way, and … I just have this feeling that the guy who is with him is someone I've met. Ever had that feeling?" Steve bobbed his head, and Jack mentally shook himself, adding, "Sorry about that, should I take both of those openings now, or can you think of someone else you'd rather do it?" Steve's blue eyes narrowed, and he balled up the granola wrapper before throwing it at Jack. But there was still a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Cam was heading for them, his companion's back turned away as he did something at the table, and Jack waved the young man down. Cam saw his wave and returned it, his eyes widening when he saw the identity of Jack's companion. Jack smirked at him, and Cam rolled his eyes. However, that didn't stop him from approaching the table, saying, "Captain Harkness … Captain Rogers." His voice trembled ever so slightly on the second name, and true to form, Steve didn't comment on it. Instead, he sat up in his seat, offering his hand to the newcomer.
"Cam, this is Captain Steven Grant Rogers, also known as Captain America. Steve, this is Cameron Klein, the hero of the Triskelion I told you about," Jack made the necessary introductions and watched as Cam blushed. And Steve … Steve once again reminded him just why he liked the other captain so much. He rose to his full height as Cameron took his hand, still blushing and denying that he was a hero. The thing was, he actually was a hero … he risked his life when he told Brock Rumlow that he wouldn't launch the ships. He would have died to protect millions and even billions of people.
And Steve told him the exact same thing, telling the young man, "That's where you're wrong. Sharon Carter told me what happened that day, and you are every bit a hero." Steve didn't tell him about what finally ended Project Insight. He didn't have to. From what Jack heard, Sharon Carter pulled Cam out of the Triskelion before it came down. Cam knew what finally ended Project Insight. There was a soft laugh from behind Cam, and Jack felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, because he knew that laugh.
It was impossible. He was hearing things. Aside from himself and Steve Rogers, no one came back from the dead. But if he was hearing things … An achingly-familiar voice observed, sounding extremely amused, "Cam, Colonel Fury has told you, Sharon Carter has told you, Eleanor has told you, I've told you … I don't see that you could possibly argue with Captain America now that he's told you that you're a hero as well." Oh God. It couldn't be. He was dead, dead and buried, and the old wound was ripped open once more. And if he thought that no one was paying attention, he was dead wrong. Because that voice, that oh-so-familiar and equally beloved voice, was murmuring almost reverently, "Jack."
And Jack Harkness found himself staring at a ghost … a ghost who was totally rocking the beard and mustache he wore now. He breathed, gasped, choked, "Ianto?" Ianto Jones smiled at him, his blue eyes lighting up. Ianto was all he could see. He never saw Steve shift his weight, ever so slightly, as if he meant to protect Jack. Nor did he see the light of comprehension dawning in Cameron's eyes. No, he only saw Ianto. Ianto, who wasn't dead. Ianto, who was alive, and standing here smiling at him.
TBC
Additional notes: Okay, that wasn't what I originally planned, but I think this works better than Jack seeing a glimpse of Ianto during the emptying of the lifeboats. Besides, I like the idea of Steve pulling Cam away and telling him that they need a chance to talk quietly, and Steve really wants to hear about the events at the Triskelion from him directly. Next chapter will see a fleshing out of the reunion, Wanda taking the final steps to become an Avenger in words and deeds, while Jack clues Lucas in on what's 'wrong' with his wife. Unless they decide to throw me a curveball, which is entirely possible. D'oh. Oh, and I don't know if you've ever seen Gareth David-Lloyd with a beard, but he totally rocks the look