Almost forgot I had this one ready to go! This one is a two part, next one comes later.
Wanda Maximoff was pretty accustomed to constant change. So when Maria Hill had suggested a change of scenery for the team every so often, she never complained. After all, it was nice to see the world.
This week, it happened to be smack dab in the middle of Manhattan. A city that truly never seemed to sleep. Well, the same could be said of Novi Grad, but the capitol of Sokovia (or at least a good chunk of it) was scatted in the atmosphere. It would be years before an international mission to rebuild the Old Quarter of the city could be assembled.
Poor Sokovia. Lucky her, though. She woke up in the upscale high rise apartment and found a number of things on the table in the kitchen, including a bouquet of flowers in a vase and a note:
Keep the flowers someplace nice. Yankees game starts at 1:00, though I'd get there about half an hour early. I included a map to get there. –Steve
Also on the table was the ticket, the map with a route to Yankees Stadium penciled on, and some civilian garb that included a Yankees cap.
It was very much in character for Steve. He never missed an opportunity to think about her. She changed her clothes and took the other things with her as she checked out with the Maria Hill assigned security guard at the end of the hallway. She did the same thing with the guard at the door on the first floor.
Normally, Wanda would have liked to have flown her way out of the condo and into the stadium. Her flight abilities got better each day, and she felt at ease in the sky. But, of course, that would generate tons of attention. Unwanted attention. She already had her hands full with every magazine from Cosmopolitan to People wanting an interview with the Scarlet Witch. Also, she didn't want any of them sniffing around Steve and finding out.
She preferred to keep their relationship quiet. Let people put two and two together.
A quick subway ride, a short walk across a bridge, and down River Avenue, and she was at the stadium. She almost expected to see Steve somewhere outside but didn't. Probably already inside, saving the seats and buying all the junk food he could get his hands on. Indeed he was, in a shady section of the ballpark that provided an excellent view of the game about to take place. His right arm was around the seat to his right and the other holding a tray of popcorn, sodas, and nachos on his lap.
"Ah, you're here." Steve pulled out a second tray and began putting half the food on it as she sat down. "I reckon they don't have baseball in Sokovia, do they?"
Wanda didn't think so. "There was a national soccer team, but the instability of the country made most of them leave for leagues in Spain or Britain."
"Huh. This stadium is actually home to the local soccer team. Maybe I should ask Stark to save me some tickets for their next game when we're in town."
Wanda patted his shoulder. "Don't. You're already being too thoughtful. Now, tell me how this game works before it starts…"
And Steve began explaining the game of baseball to Wanda as the New York Yankees and Houston Astros did various warmups on the field. He went over bases and bats, homeruns and fouls, so by the time the game started Wanda had a vague idea of what was going on. For the most part the date, if you could even call it so, was a success in Steve's eyes. Wanda seemed happy. That was good for her. There were two things during the game that stood out to him, though.
The first was that Wanda seemed to be manipulating the outcome of the game. Little, subtle things, like causing players to trip, or the numerous homeruns the Yankees were getting in the first three innings. Steve wasn't entirely sure she was behind it, but it was confirmed when a foul ball headed its way into the crowd. It appeared that Steve was going to catch it without any difficulty, but suddenly the ball changed trajectory and landed right in Wanda's waiting hand.
"Seriously?" asked Steve.
"What? It's cheaper than the overpriced merchandise in the stadium stores."
"You'll draw attention to yourself. That's all."
She smiled at him, said a somewhat sarcastic "thanks" and sat back down, gulping another mouthful of popcorn.
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