[for Smashquatch]

[daretodo]

I swear to God, even with all the wacky changes, I've lived on this island long enough to not have to look where I'm going anymore, every path as familiar as the back of my hand. My focus is more on my book than my surroundings as I take the long way back to my house, hoping to stretch out my alone time before I have to deal with the beast of a dog that's Martha again. She's a good dog, really, I'm just not so sure I'm a great owner. I've never really wanted a pet, but circumstances being what they are, I can't bring myself to hand her over to someone else. She's changed too many hands already.

Doesn't mean I won't sneak an hour or so out of the house just to breathe on my own. Which is all to say I'm not exactly looking for company when I hear a pair of familiar voices up ahead. I got my book and I got my nice, solitary walk to enjoy. Except the pairing has got my attention and when I finally happen upon Wanda and Bruce set up with lunch, I'm honestly too curious to keep walking.

"Hey," I greet, tucking my book back into my pocket.

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[soulthatwanders]

This could be bad. It didn't have to be, but Wanda would be doing herself no favours if she didn't recognize that right off the bat.

"Heya, Pete," she said easily, without sparing a second glance toward Bruce and just praying he'd be cool. "Whatcha up to?"

[bannered]

He's lounging, weight propped up on one elbow - not relaxed, but there's a definitive lack of tension in his shoulders that noticeably hasn't been there in the past couple of months, and his hair is unruly despite earlier attempts to tame it. Than again, the latter will always be apparent, whether or not anyone was around to muss it up beforehand.

He sits up slowly, squinting up into the sunlight as Pete's silhouette manifests inside it, eventually giving way to the man.

"How's it going?" he asks, a slow question.

[daretodo]

"It goes," I say with a one-shouldered shrug. I got research. I got classes. I got a horse of a dog. I'm keeping my head above the water, and that's about all I can do at the moment. Just keep swimming until I remember how to do something else.

I glance between the two of them.

"Picnic lunch?"

[soulthatwanders]

"You know it," Wanda replied with a small smirk, having taken a quick, frantic mental inventory of the situation and confirming that no, there really wasn't anything untoward to be read in any of this. This was exactly why she took such precautions.

"Care to join? There's not really enough food for three, but you can pick."

[bannered]

Bruce's expression doesn't betray any kind of emotion one way or another, other than the slight smile he offers when Wanda extends the invitation.

"You kidding? I was wondering if someone else was going to come along to help me eat all of this," he wryly adds.

[daretodo]

I pat my stomach, looking down. I've never made a business of turning down free food, and honestly, I am kinda hungry. Shrugging, I drop down between 'em and make for the unhealthiest thing available.

"So what is this?" I ask around a mouthful. "Science picnic?"

[soulthatwanders]

"Oh, nothing so formal," Wanda said with a bored-looking shrug as Peter tucked in. "Something like that, though."

[bannered]

"Seemed like a good day for it," Bruce adds, squinting up into the sunlight.

"Then again, it's usually never not a good day for it." He reaches out to idly steal a piece of fruit from one of the containers they've brought out with them, plopping it into his mouth.

[daretodo]

I'm about to make some crack that I wasn't expecting to see Bruce actually socialize, but then I bother to take a look at him between mouthfuls and realize he doesn't seem as tense as normal -- less like a tightly wound wire and more of a relaxed spring. Huh. Weird.

"...you guys do this a lot?"

[soulthatwanders]

"Define a lot," Wanda said, watching Bruce out of the corner of her eye for a second before leaning back on her hands. "Beats lunch in the Compound, anyway."

[bannered]

"I don't know, what is this? Second time, third?" Bruce asks, glancing back in Wanda's direction with a small quirk at the edge of his mouth.

"Think we're making it a habit yet?"

[daretodo]

"Sounds pretty habitual to me," I offer, stuffing my face with a handful of dried fruit. Not my favorite, but it's food.

"So does Wanda here exist in your version of things? Or are you friendly just 'cause you exist in ours?"

[soulthatwanders]

"To be fair, most people don't know me right off the bat these days, no matter where they're from," Wanda interjected, smiling slightly in spite of herself.

Friendly. Right.

[bannered]

"Not in the slightest," Bruce answers, completely sincere even as that dry tone slips into his voice and he smiles, almost as if he's sharing a secret with himself.

"But I've definitely run into more than one person who seems to know a different version of me. Or him," he adds, as an afterthought.

[daretodo]

"Nature of the beast, right," I say, and then realize my mistake. I freeze a little, glancing between the two of 'em and add, quickly, "Uh. I mean the Island, with all the same face, different place nonsense, not your, ah, alter egos."

[soulthatwanders]

Closing her eyes in exasperation for a moment, Wanda shook her head, still smirking. "Smooth, Peter. Really."

[bannered]

"Well, in answer to your question - no. And I looked familiar to her, but resemblances only go so far," he adds, snagging a grape from the fruit bowl.

"Only a couple others have made the connection between my face and the one they know. That's where the similarities end, I guess."

[daretodo]

"Go around in green face paint and a pair of purple shorts, I'm sure more folks'll recognize you, then," I say, because heck, I already put my foot in my mouth once, might as well go for the twofer.

[soulthatwanders]

Ignoring Peter being Peter for the moment, Wanda instead latched on to something else, leaning in almost conspiratorially. "He is completely different, though, right? It's not just me?" she asked, nodding toward Bruce as if he were a part of the scenery. Distancing him as much as possible from the man she'd known for years had become a very important thing for her to do, but it didn't count if it was all just in her head.

[bannered]

Bruce doesn't start, not really - it takes a lot more than a long studying look to make him flinch, at any rate.

But he does give Wanda a strange glance in return, arching an eyebrow before resuming his lunch as though he's not being examined as if he were under a microscope.

[daretodo]

It's a weird question to ask. Or it would be, I guess, if I was anywhere else with anyone else. Beautiful, sunny Tabula Rasa: creating awkward interpersonal conundrums since some completely arbitrary date.

"He's more... sociable?" I say, mulling it over as I follow Wanda's gaze. Truth be told, I never really knew the Bruce Banner of the equation. I'm familiar with his work, of course -- radiation is kind of a pet interest of mine -- but I'm also familiar with his interest in property damage and a little field he pioneered called Smashology.

"I don't know. How's his research compare?"

[soulthatwanders]

"Adequately," Wanda replied, in a way that genuinely was meant to be complimentary. Sociable was one way of putting it, she supposed, though she obviously wasn't about to elaborate about all of the things that struck her about Bruce. Not to Peter, anyway, and certainly not right in front of him, since he probably wouldn't appreciate it. "Okay, so it's not just me, good to know."

[bannered]

He squints, briefly, pretending to examine something far off in the distance - the outline of someone else further down the beach, apparently, playing fetch with their dog. It's a mundane activity, to be sure, but it's something he'd never thought to allow himself, and he frowns at the realization.

He turns back to them just in time to pretend as though he's only resumed tuning in, even though their conversation has been playing in the background of his reverie.

"Well, 'adequate' is acceptable, I suppose," he mumbles.

[daretodo]

"Hey, think of it this way, pal. I don't even exist in your universe and you said you hadn't heard of Wanda, so chances are she didn't either," I say encouragingly, hitching a thumb towards Wanda. "Adequately's more than we both got."

[soulthatwanders]

"That's the spirit," Wanda teased, finally letting her guard start to drop a bit. "I'm saying the comparison's a favourable one, what's not to accept about that?"