12521/Meet A Real Avenger

Meet A Real Avenger
Date of Scene:	04 December 2020
Location:	Club Mjolnir, Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Elle gets to meet some Avengers on a Meet An Avenger promotional night at Club Mjolnir
Cast of Characters:	Hela, Slipstream, Iron Man

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Hela has posed:
So in some sort of a promotion to draw some more afternoon crowd, Club Mjolnir has been running a Meet A Real Avenger kind of promotion, where people can have a selfie or get an autograph from a real Avenger. Unfortunately for them, that real Avenger isn't a Thor or a Captain America, they sent Drake Winters.

Slipstream has posed:
Slipstream may not be the most flashiest of Avengers, but he's a local guy who grew up in New York and has represented the New York Static Overwatch League. He was already famous in the eSport world before becoming a superhero. Sadly, he gets recognized more for video games than being a hero. Decked out in his Avenger leather bomber jacket, a black shirt and a pair of jeans, he sits behind a table with a couple bottles of water. He doesn't have headshots to autograph, but he did bring along a bunch of Avenger themed 'merch' to give out in the form of shirts, hoodies and Tony Stark signature pens.

Everyone loves the pens.

The speedster is looking a bit twitchy as well. He's not used to standing in one spot for too long. At times he twists his Legionnaire ring, giving a glance down at it. He wonders what his space buddies are doing right now. Probably saving Saturn again, or fighting aliens off on a Metroid planet.

Hela has posed:
The famous 'Miracle Elle', owner of Club Mjolnir, is standing not far from Drake, watching him providing autographs and pictures for fans, as she muses, "fascinating how some people so desperately seek a picture with another, as if they have little opinion of themselves otherwise..."

Slipstream has posed:
"I don't know. I think people just like to feel special for a few seconds and show off to their friends." Drake says as he shrugs his shoulders upwards after posing for another photo with a customer. "People like to have good memories. I have pictures of myself with a lot of celebrities that I've been lucky to meet as an Avenger. Brad Pitt is up there in years but I was still starstruck. He's the man, you know what I mean? Who else gets to fist bump Brad Pitt?" He gives a grin her way. "You don't got anyone you'd totally wig out over if you got to meet?"

Iron Man has posed:
Speaking of having little opinion of themselves... it's perhaps a bit surprising how many of the people present today are wearing Officially-Licensed Avengers Swag. And some knock-offs... But a surprising number of them are actually wearing costumes of various quality, representing their favorite superheroes.

Strange world we live in, huh?

There's a relatively buff guy wearing green body paint. A relatively shapely woman in a black catsuit with a spider emblem on her belt. About six people dressed as Thor. But the most impressive feat of costumery by far, is the extremely authentic-looking replica of the latest Iron Man armor.

Like the very latest. The one he wore yesterday...

Authentic-Looking Iron Man is currently off near the bar, having a very friendly chat with a very top-heavy version of Valkyrie. A bit too top-heavy, they must be fake.

Hela has posed:
"So it makes them feel special...? Huh..." Elle doesn't seem to resonate with the idea, but accepts the opinion of a mortal, they would understand these things better. "What if I told you I don't know who Brad Pitt is?" Elle offers to Drake, looking genuinely clueless, then again, from everything that was shared in the media about her, it would make sense. Assuming one heard of Miracle Elle and her work during the Black Sleep at all.

The question of who she would go out of her mind to meet is easily answered, "of course, Odin would be the one." She answers that with a straight face too.

Thor costumes of course are most apt in Club Mjolnir, where Viking culture is revered and celebrated. But today, it's the authentic looking Iron Man who draws most attention. "That one did impressive work, did he not?" Elle points Drake in the direction of replica Iron Man, "it looks of quality."

Slipstream has posed:
"You're really into the cosplay of this place, huh?" Drake says as he gives a long stretch of his body, then glances around the club as he reaches down to pick up a Tony Stark(Tm) pen. "Brad Pitt is kinda old anyways. Maybe you're more of a Tom Holland kinda girl." There's a cheeky grin on his face for a brief moment.

As he glances over towards the Ironman that she picks out, he lifts his brows upwards, then chuckles. "Yeah, that one is pretty good. That dude spent some serious cash to put together that set of armor for just a meet and green with a D-Lister like me." He's even being nice about it. He's probably lower than a D-Lister. Who is the 'worst' Avenger? Starfox? He's at least a step up above Starfox.

"Too bad Thor couldn't make it. He's busy, you know .. being really good looking and strong. I bet he'd love this place if he hasn't been here yet. Your beer mugs are bigger than most heads."

Iron Man has posed:
Top-Heavy Valkyrie seems fairly impressed with the workmanship as well. But whoever made the suit, they definitely went above and beyond for a meet and greet that isn't happening in like... San Diego. The Authentic-Looking Iron Man has mostly stayed out of anything resembling a spotlight, and despite hanging out at the bar, he hasn't taken off his helmet to have any sort of refreshment.

Until there's a bit of a lull in the crowd noise and music, that is.

"It was great meeting you, Bridget. Really think you're going to do well in cosmetology school... but think it's time to make my entrance."

Stepping away from the bar, and making his way to a somewhat more central location, Tony suddenly starts pumping a bit of his own entrance music out of the suit's loudspeakers. Helps to be able to override pretty much anyone's Bluetooth devices...

As the guitar strains of Deep Purple fill the air (no, not that song... a different one...) Iron Man makes his way through the assembled people and up toward the front where the Other Avenger is currently kibitzing. Almost immediately, people start taking out their phones.

The music dies off as Iron Man gets in his place, pulling off his helmet with a dramatic hiisssss as the air pressure equalizes.

"How we feeling today, Club Mjolnir? Huh? Now, before we get started I should probably state the obvious:"

"I'm not Thor."

Hela has posed:
Elle looks with great interest at Tony as he makes his entrance, whispering to Drake, "that man understand showmanship, he's got charisma on his side too." She states this over answering the question about cosplay, either not familiar with the word, or finding it offensive. "I wouldn't know a Tom Holland either," Elle states the same as Drake offers an alternative. "Are they supposed to be great men of tremendous achievement?"

"Thor approves of this place, he said it's just like it used to be in the old world, where people were not mislead by false desires."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yes. That is .. Tony. He is great at everything he does." Drake says as he watches Iron Man take center stage to show off his A-List status. He lifts his hand towards his teammate, then drops it just as quick as he rolls his shoulders about to loosen himself up. "You should meet him. He'll like you. He likes .. uh .. everyone." Ladies.

He offers up a crooked grin to her, then looks back over towards Tony. "I'm really glad he made it. It will feel a little bit less intimidating."

Iron Man has posed:
There are a few 'Awwwww' noises when Tony confesses, but mostly people just laugh. Decades of fueling his ever-expanding ego have left him pretty adept at working a room, a crowd, or even a stadium. Of course, with the latter options, he can always pump out some AC/DC or send in some dancing girls when his banter fails. A venue like this, he might have to actually be charming.

"Let's give it up for Slipstream.... ladies and gentlemen! This year's recipient of the Most Improved Avenger award and all-around heart throb! Look at his little cheeks, huh? Am I right? Ha ha!"

Clapping Drake on the back as he waves for the phones, and doing his best not to judge the ones who use his competitors' phones... Tony gives everyone his best Used Spaceship Salesman Grin. The wrinkles just make him look more trustworthy.

"And who is this vision, is it Betty Page reincarnated? Wednesday Addams all grown up? Maybe... but more importantly, it's our lovely hostess! The rest of the Avengers wanted me to let you know how much they appreciated being invited here today... unfortunately, the rest of them are off keeping the world safe for democracy."

Hela has posed:
"At everything you say...?" Elle seems intrigued by that proclamation, taking a better look at Tony. "Actually, not many like me," Elle notes to Drake, not sounding offended by it. "I am different."

"...yes...much appreciated..." Elle is a bit surprised at having any attention at all called her way, and doesn't seem too fond of it, but she says nothing to make anyone who isn't looking at her suspect as much. "I was unaware Iron Man will be here, the gesture is very much appreciated, I will let Thor know how heartfelt it is to have you with us." She motions for the serving staff, before announcing, "a round of drinks on the house for everyone."

It's only when there's more privacy as people get busy with their drinks, that she leans closer to Tony and notes, "name is Elle, not Wednesday and not Betty. Elle."

Slipstream has posed:
Lifting his hand upwards, Drake gives a sheepish wave. "Most improved? That's cool." He isn't used to the spotlight either. It's easy to get lost in Cap or Tony's shadows. Especially Hulk's. His is the largest. "Thanks for coming out, Tony. I've missed hanging with you." Being that he's incredibly busy. It's not news that he idol worships the golden Avenger. He even gophers his lunch from time to time.

Iron Man has posed:
Unfortunately for everyone, Tony has a rare condition that causes his ego to fill up any perceived vacuum until it encounters pretty heavy resistance. However, he seems to be somewhat relieved to turn off the act for a while, once the crowd starts to get back to something more closely approximating 'Normal Bar Crowd.'

Tony doesn't make any effort ot shake 'Elle's' hand, but anyone who knows him well knows that he doesn't really do that sort of thing. And definitely don't try to hand him anything...

"Elle. Of course it's Elle... you know, I used to have an au pair named Elle. Probably my very first crush, and one of the reasons I tried to apply for dual citizenship when I was eight."

He gives Drake a thumbs up, and looks as if he's juuuust about to say something to him when a waitress gets within grabbing distance. Not that he'd grab a waitress, but he's got a very impressive Waitress-Summoning Gesture that nobody has ever been able to avoid.

This one's no different.

"Hey there, really love your earrings by the way... is that silver? Me and my buddy Drake here would like some Scotch or... dammit, what's that thing Thor's always drinking?"

"Mead?" The waitress helpfully suggests.

"Ugh. No. We'll stick with scotch. About three fingers, on the rocks."

Hela has posed:
Elle by this point has almost all of her attention beset on Tony.

It's a good thing Elle is different, as she herself proclaimed, because she doesn't seem to be expecting a handshake exchange. "Welcome to Club Mjolnir, we are very proud to have you as our guest, Iron Man." She chuckles at the little tidbit about dual citizenship, "is that so? I'm sure she was very nice, this au pair."

"Our house mead is quite authentic to the olden ways of brewing it," Elle remarks to Tony, "Thor himself approved, I'm sure you'll find it to your liking...we serve it normally in a drinking horn, but perhaps a tankard will be easier to handle?"

Iron Man has posed:
"I'm sorry... did you just say... a drinking... HORN!?"

The waitress is still standing by, suddenly looking uncertain after her boss cut in. For his part, Tony seems to be thinking pretty hard.

On the one hand, he knows he likes scotch, but on the other hand... you've got different fingers.

"Well, hell... that DOES sound pretty authentic..."

Tony rubs his smooth chin with his armored hand, and then runs a finger along his Power Mustache idly, possibly to make sure that it's still on point.

It is, of course.

"Okay sweetie, your ravishing boss here has convinced me of the error of my ways. We'd like to have three... uh... is it like a cow horn? Whatever, three drinking horns of the house mead.

"I'm assuming you'll be joining us, Elle? You don't mind if I call you Elle, right? I'm Tony, by the way..."

Hela has posed:
"Of course I did, that is a traditional way to drink," Elle seems to think of it as an obvious choice.

"That is my name, Miracle Elle is how the media called me, my name is indeed Elle." Good thing she doesn't provide the full name, because it's a bit too on the nose. But that's what ego gets you.

"Fetch me one as well, Astrid," Elle remarks to the waitress, noting she will be joining Tony for a horn of mead.

Slipstream has posed:
As he watches the back and forth between the two, Drake has quietly leaned over to take a picture with a fan.

Oh my God! It's Dynamite Rave from Overwatch!"

"Oh. I'm an Avenger now too."

"Yeah, right."

".. No.. r.. really.. and.. she's gone."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he takes the Scotch that is brought to him and takes a sip, then winces at the flavor. Obviously he's more of a energy drink slash bottle water kind of guy. He sucks in a breath, then shotguns it quickly, swallowing. Shudder.

Iron Man has posed:
As Astrid heads off to go get the drinks, Tony cranes his neck only slightly to watch her go. He gets away with being a bit creepy because he's rich and has superpowered armor and a sweet mustache.

"Astrid, huh? Yeah... sounds about right..." He places special stress on the first syllable of her name. But she's out of earshot by now anyway so who cares?

"Whoa! Easy there, champ! You almost sucked down an ice cube! That is... not the right way to drink scotch..."

Slipstream has posed:
Making a 'yuck' face, Drake gives another shudder, followed by a sheepish grin towards his teammates. ".. I never drank Scotch before." Erp. ".. I can see why." He flops down on to a stool, running his hands back through his shaggy hair. He needs a cut, definitely. Out in space, they don't have barbers. "I don't know how you do it. You know .. drink.. stuff like this."

"I have a sponsorship with Monster Energy. That's as hard as I usually throw down." He glances about at everyone taking pictures of Tony in his suit, turning his lips upwards into a grin. He's so jealous and envious and admiring. That and he has a sweet lip twirler up top.

"Isn't mead just .. uh... beer?"

Iron Man has posed:
"No... mead is like this weird wine thing hipsters drink. Never had the heart to tell Thor, but it's really popular with the man bun crowd."

Over in a corner, a man with a man bun and a full length beard is currently drinking mead from one of those horns. He doesn't seem to see the irony.

"HA! That reminds me! Remember that time Thor had a man bun!? HA HA!"

Tony laughs for a good fifteen seconds at the memory, and a little tear forms in the corner of his eye. He wipes it away with an armored finger.

"We were all like.... 'Should we say something?' but then he lost his scrunchie, I think."

Hela has posed:
"Mead is something that brave warriors drink..." Elle corrects Tony, but before she can add anything else, a staff member walks up to her and whispers something in Norwegian, she looks a bit grave for a moment, and sends him away before turning to Tony and Drake, "if you'll excuse me, something needs my attention," she offers a slight nod of her head and turns to leave in a rush, disappearing to a corridor to the left of the bar.