Owner	Pose
Tony Stark	Approximately at 10:22 AM EST the two large Stark Industries cargo trucks rolled up on 890 Fifth Avenue with no warning. They caused a little bit of a hassle on the street as they had to wait for the old wrought-iron gateway to rumble open, their blinkers blinking on the street and forcing cars to go around. Then when the gate was fully open, only one was able to fully negotiate the turn and had enough space to park inside the driveway. Which left the other still partially impeding traffic half up on the curb, the yellow hazard lights flashing with a steady rhythmic thrum.     Then, of course, the trucks opened as they discharged their cargo. A handful of drones, some flying, some striding emerged from the back of the vehicles, while the two drivers moved over toward the ramp entrance into the parking garage and the storm doors.     Roughly three minutes after they could be seen moving in and out of the mansion proper, some emerging with boxes of gear and supplies, there was the low _roar_ and rush of sound as the gold and crimson Avenger blurred across the skyline, then came down to land heavily upon the rear lawn with a low _thud_. Rising, his helmet snapped up as the armor gleamed in the warm Summer sun, "Alright, by the manifest guys. A to B to C and all that jazz."     He turned to gesture to one of the drivers, "You sure we can't get that in here?" Pointing at the other truck.
Pietro Maximoff	It was a lovely morning for a country breakfast. So Pietro handed his sister an oxygen mask so she could breathe at speed, scooped her up into his arms, and took off almost like a literal red-and-blue-streaked bat out of Hell. Their ultimate destination was a lovely little bed-and-breakfast north of Albany, where they could break their fast while looking out over a gorgeously landscaped lake and lawn. Breakfast accomplished, they headed back into New York City to stop by the Mansion. Business, to get Pietro reactivated in the Avengers systems and to make him available for any medical checkups or powers tests they wanted to run. Pietro thought it sounded dreadfully boring but Wanda had, as usual, convinced him to go through with it all. Besides, the Avengers stipend could come in _very_ handy for doing things like buying himself and his sister breakfast. Pietro easily dodged around the laborers with their crates and their technological thingies, just a gust of wind and maybe a blue-and-red blur if one was looking carefully.
Wanda Maximoff	As the truck struggled to fit through the entrance, chaos magic began to glow around the edges of the gateway. The entrance gradually widened in both width and height, as if someone was adjusting the cropping square on a photo, until it was large enough for the truck to enter.----Pietro arrived carrying Wanda, who gracefully got down out of his arms once they arrived. She waved her hand and fingers, manipulating the special energy she controlled to ensure the entrance was now wide enough.----Taking off her mask, Wanda greeted Tony with a warm smile. "Good morning, Tony," she said, using her hex magic to fix her windblown hair. "I'll change the entrance back once we're done."----Gesturing to Pietro, she added with a playful tone, "And look who I found."
Tony Stark	"Do I..." Tony blinks a few times as that red and blue blur flashes behind him, barely a flicker of motion as the driver looks at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Do I smell Axe body spray? That's so weird." He lifts an armored gauntlet and points at one of the men, "Is that you guys? So weird."     Which is when the driveway embiggens causing Tony's eyebrows to climb. "Oh hey, that works."     Now with room one of the drivers grins and gives a nod to Wanda as he murmurs, "Thank you, ma'am."     Which frees Tony to head on into the mansion proper, darkening its back door that leads directly into the kitchen as he stomps up the steps, suit clanking a bit as he pushes open the door daintily so as to not smash it open.     Then he catches sight of Wanda and now the good Pietro. "Oh hey! Figured you might be around what with the glowies." His helmet turns in the direction of Pietro, "Heya Pete. We've got another one running around by the bye. You guys can fight it out who will be Pete 1 and Pete 2."     Then he's strolling into the mansion, "JARVIS, did you remember to buy apples? Oh nevermind, there they are." He says as he spots them near the windowsill in a very visually appropriate bowl.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro ground his teeth but for once didn't rise to Tony's bait. But an apple sounded good and it let him move at something approximating normal speeds for him so a blue blur lurched forwards and then back and Pietro chewed on his apple with a smirk. He glanced over at his sister and made the slightest little gesture towards Tony. "I don't suppose you could take a few moments and reactivate me in the Avengers systems?" he asked, as usual sounding bored and annoyed with, well, everything.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda takes a deep breath and raises her hands, her fingers moving in graceful, intricate patterns as the crimson energy of her chaos magic begins to glow around the edges of the enlarged entrance. The doorway starts to shrink back to its original shape, the wrought iron reforming seamlessly under her control. With a final flick of her wrist, the entrance returns to its former size, as if it had never been altered.----Upon hearing Tony's jab about the other speedster, Wanda groans and chastises him, firmly stating, "Tony."----She then looks at Pietro, her expression softening. "If you behave and don't bully this other speedster, then we can play our childhood game of Hide and Snack," she says, her tone both teasing and affectionate.----Wanda's eyes twinkle mischievously as she describes the treat. "This particular treat is made from a blend of wheat and corn flour, giving it a light, slightly crispy texture, infused with herbs like dill, parsley, and lovage for an aromatic flavor. It's a mix of finely chopped beef and pork, pre-cooked and seasoned with garlic, paprika, and black pepper, along with fresh vegetables like carrots, celery, and parsnips, diced and sauteed until tender. Lightly dusted with cornmeal before baking, providing a satisfying crunch with every bite."----She pauses, letting the description sink in. "I'm talking about Ciorba Bites, Pietro. A delightful Transian snack you absolutely love. Those yummu bite-sized treats that capture the essence of traditional Transian sour soup. Perfect for your fast-paced lifestyle."----Wanda smiles, hoping the promise of the treat will encourage Pietro to play nice. "What do you say, brother?"
Tony Stark	"JARVIS?" Tony's helmet flicked down briefly as a myriad of security readings played across his visual HUD, the image of the AI's animated display nestled in the corner of Tony's line of sight inside the helm. A quick suite of sensor readings are run as they scan the Maximoffs from a variety of sensors on the suit but also from the mansion proper. The data coalesces in a few moments, then the siblings will hear JARVIS' voice.     << I have gone ahead and reinstated Quicksilver's operational and security status. >>     "Thanks Jarvs," Tony says as the visor snaps back up, letting him take advantage of his poximity to said apples and bite into one. It's while chewing that they have a brief moment of silence, though hints of drones whirring and walking can be heard distantly. At least silence from Tony, until...     "So what's the haps? Special occasion? Or just bored and thought saving the world a few more times might be fun?" The apple crunches again.     "I don't think he's another speedster..." Tony says thoughtfully, "Just another Pete. This kid that has some big ideas." Then his brow furrows for a moment.     "At least... I don't think he's a speedster."     He blinks a bit then turns back toward the door as one of the drones flickers up out of the storm doors. "Hey. Careful with that! Tighten up!"
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro looked at his sister with fond exasperation. "That sounds delightful and we need to take away your cookbooks until you can describe snacks like a normal person." he said teasingly, then took another bite of his rapidly-disappearing apple. "Thank you, Jarvis." he said to the AI, destroying at least a decade of Wanda's belief that he was, in fact, raised in a barn and incapable of politeness or consideration at all. But that wasn't very boring at all. Maybe Wanda was onto something. Or on something. One never knew and back in the day they had to get creative to find remedies or palliatives for her monster headaches of yore. "If we're doing hide and snack, then perhaps we should make a Transian dinner for anyone that might happen to be around." he offered. And if that someone happened to include the Odinson they'd need to quadruple their recipes. Minimum. And order a keg of something potent for the Asgardian.