963/Dead-proofing

Dead-proofing
Date of Scene:	14 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Melinda May, Darcy Lewis, Captain America

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Melinda May has posed:
Fury had mentioned -- mostly in passing -- that it was time to get Lewis some more training. He specifically mentioned PsyOps, which May is NOT, but she can at least do an assessment of where Lewis is at in that respect. Of course, she might not be the best person to have Lewis spar against, as she's already familiar with most of the young agent's combat skills, but no one else really volunteered.

Or did they?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The gym. Darcy comes in from the locke rooms in her athletic gear. Her hair's pulled up into a pony tail and she's not wearing her glasses! But her irises are bright pink. Like, neon barbie pink.

"Hi May," she chirps as she moves over. Because Drcy is clueless about the additional training that was 'ordered'. She just knows that May said to meet her in the sparring area, and be ready for a work out. Man! She wishes she had her skates.

Captain America has posed:
It's a nice and quiet day in the gym. Things are taking their time and everything is peaceful enough. Soft workout music flows in from speakers, as the two seem to be completely alone for the moment.

     As the two speak however a lone figure drops suddenly from the ceiling keeping himself propped up between two of the support beams of the Gym. He's dressed in complete black even his eyes covered by a pair of black wrap around goggles as he goes right into a strike with fist outstretched.

Melinda May has posed:
"Ms. Lewis." If May notices Darcy's contact lenses, she doesn't comment on them. After leading Darcy to the sparring mats, she directs her to start some warmup stretches. And that's when a black-clad figure drops from the ceiling on them. Not the brightest move.

May is instantly in full combat mode, snatching at one Darcy's arms with her left hand to yank her clear of the attacker and using the same momentum to lauch herself toward the man. Her goal is to land a punch on the attacker's throat. That's usually a one-hit takedown move.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Stretching. Can do, Boss! Darcy knows stretching! She's just starting when May's in full Ninja mode, and grabbing her arm and yanking her clear just before she can get taken down by punch to the back of hte head. Darcy tumbles, rolling into a ball and back to her feet a little bit away. She pivots, up in a low crouch as May attacks.

Holy shit.

Captain America has posed:
The all black clad figure looks about ready to go down for the count as the strike seems sure to land, only to be twisted away to the side. It's an almost effortless motion as he backs away for a moment falling into a stance resembling Krav Maga.

     A rapid fire strike flies right back followed up by a quick acrobatic flip back towards Darcy. The man doesn't speak a word, his motions fluid flowing from one to the next.

Melinda May has posed:
May just barely manges to block that rapid-fire strike, and ends up having to chase after the acrobatic move again aimed toward Darcy. "Lewis! GO!" she yells while chasing after the man and aiming a kick to try and dislocate one of his knees while her hands pull and expand out a pair of collapsible taser-ended batons. Whoever the HELL this is, they are NOT going get away with attacking SHIELD agents inside the Triskelion.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Dude In Black, DIB, back flips at her and Darcy doesn't have time to do much. She saw how Dib just 'shrugged' a May ninja throat punch of DEATH and then super hero acrobat flipped back into her face!

There's really just one thing to do.

Go for the jimmies.

She's in a low crouch already. It's a comfortabl, ready for action, stance from derby.

Lewis GO!

Hell! May might as well have blown the pack whistle! Darcy rushes in, low, to try to shoulder ram Dib in the diblets.

Captain America has posed:
DIB has to take a bit of focus to try and fight them back, two on one when playing nice isn't exactly easy. He manages to twist to one side barely avoiding the strike that would have taken out his knee. Yet it's the strike to the balls that falls him to the ground.

     "Should have worn the cup." Kicking him is like kicking a solid brick wall of a man. The voice rings as the sound of Steve Rogers. His eyes cross for a moment as he tries to shrug off that strike able to keep standing but not keep himself from speaking.

Melinda May has posed:
Steve's voice or not, DIB attacked them without warning and May is in full alert mode. When Darcy manages to get a hit in on him, she doesn't hesitate. She rushes in to zap him with both taser batons: one to the back of the neck, one to the base of the spine. And then she'll make him explain how int he hell he thought that was a good idea.

After he's done drooling on the carpet.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Cap-man's got 'nads," Darcy quips as she backs away from shoulder-ram to brick-wall-for-balls. She brings her other hand up to her shoulder, inhaling to apologize when May's going all tazer-ninja and the pink-eyed agent steps foward toward May's side... because getting behind her is a bad idea and then Darcy just sort of flails tehre a bit.

"May! fuck.. shit. damn. God bless. May!" Flail flail flail!

Captain America has posed:
Despite the moments hesitation with his near superhuman reflexes Cap is just nearly able to dodge the liberal application of stungun, by dropping to the ground. "Watch where you're shooting those things May."

     As he looks back arround still feeling that pain down bellow from the force of the kick. Goggles are lifted back up atop his head as he looks back towards the two. "Didn't you get the memo?"

Melinda May has posed:
May finally stops, but her expression makes it clear she is still very much ready to try and beat the man senseless if he raises a hand toward either of them again.

"No, Rogers, no one informed me that you were going to try to sneak up on us." And she is very clearly displeased by it. No, beyond displeased. All the way into slightly angry.

"Don't ever do anything like that again, or I might not stick to non-lethal force." With that she simply drops the batons and turns to walk away. She's gonna need a few minutes, kind of like giving Banner a chance to calm down.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
With May moving off, Darcy watches for a moment, before offering down a hand to help Rogers to his feet.

"Dude. Suicidal much?" she asks him. The sleevles tank of her work out top is already showing the bruise forming on her shoulder from impact.

Captain America has posed:
"No, following orders." Rogers states calmly, adjusting his stance as he comes back to a stand, with a bit of help from Darcy. He rolls his shoulders letting out a low sigh.

     A single hand reaches up to his head pulling off the mask with a single swap revealing that pure blonde hair. "Honestly, it's standard training tactics."