12600/New Avengers Assembling

New Avengers Assembling
Date of Scene:	30 December 2020
Location:	First Floor, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	An invitation to join the team has been extended to Falcon and Athena
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Falcon, Athena, Captain America

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Slipstream has posed:
It's morning in New York and the mansion is rather quiet for a change. With a few of the team members away on holiday or out on missions, Drake is finding himself actually bored for a change. After an early workout, followed by a shower, he is making his way down the staircase so that he can aim himself towards the kitchen. Being a speedster, he burns through calories like a wildfire through California, and it's time for his daily refueling.

"Helllooooo! Anyone home?" He pauses to listen to his voice echo, then shrugs as he continues on. He's wearing a pair of Avenger black joggers and a matching snug Avenger athletic shirt that clings to his lanky frame. He's put on a bit of weight and muscle since joining the team, no longer a twig of a kid that plays video games all day.

"I'm going to put coffee on!" He calls over his shoulder to anyone who may hear him.

Falcon has posed:
The Falcon doesn't get a whole lot of days off working for SHIELD. If he's not training then he's on mission. If he's not on mission then he's leading group counseling sessions for SHIELD agents or veterans. If he's not in group he's training. And he loves it. But today he's got nothing on his schedule and an open invitation from Captain America to wing by the Avenger's Mansion. There's no way in hell he's missing out on that.

Since he's going to superhero central he's wearing his full getup and flying over. As he arrives at the mansion he scans it with his goggles, taking note of the various security measures in place before descending smoothly to land at the front door. His wings retract into their pack on his back and Sam steps forward to press the doorbell. Breathing deeply he looks around again to get a feeling for the place and waits to see if anyone's home to greet him.

Athena has posed:
Athena met with Tony Stark a while ago to introduce herself. After some discussion, a short overview of the Greek Pantheon (during which she confirmed to Tony that she was not, in fact 'the sex one'...) he tested her skills. Two games of Galaga out of three (Tony cheated on the first), and Athena was unofficially welcomed to the Avengers.

Emphasis on unofficially. Judging from how distracted Stark was during their conversation, Athena seriously doubts whether he actually told anyone on the team about meeting her. In fact, she's pretty sure he didn't.

As Falcon descends to the mansion, a green convertible is pulling up. Athena is dressed comfortably in a loose, green dress and lace-up sandals. No professor disguise today, she looks young and vibrant... even unarmed. "Good morning." she offers to Falcon. "Nice wings."

Captain America has posed:
Steve Rogers is wearing a US Army grey hoodie, jeans and sneakers, his hair closely cropped as he jogs down the stairs, the strings of the hood bouncing against his broad chest. "No thanks, no caffeine needed," he says, making his way towards the kitchen and getting out a small bottle of milk, unscrewing the cap and taking a full swig.

He gets a ping on his Starkwatch and checks it for a moment, "Looks like the Falcon's finally taking me up on my invite. And he's not alone," he says, raising an eyebrow at the figure of AThena. He claps Drake on the shoulder, "C'mon, Slipstream, let's go show them some proper Avenger hospitality."

Slipstream has posed:
"But.. but... " Drake protests for a moment as he stares longingly at the kitchen. Coffee! Microwaved breakfast burritos! "Okay." He gives Cap a bright smile as he turns after the shoulder pat to head for the front door. Giving a long stretch of his body, he ruffles his hair into place since it was a bit haphazard, then reaches out to open it up.

"Hey Falcon! Hey ... um.. " His eyes give Athena a slow glancing up and downwards, then squints his eyes. Don't cheat. Don't cheat. Don't cheat.

There's a glance over towards his Legionnaire wrist communicator, then back towards Athena. Don't do it. Don't you do it Drake. Don't you Space Google her.

"I'm Drake." He says with a bright smile. "Come on in."

Falcon has posed:
"Morning," Sam replies to Athena with a nod. "Nice ride." He smiles and offer his right hand, "I'm Sam Wilson, how do you do?" It usually pays to be polite.

The Falcon offers a short wave of his hand when the door opens, "Hey Drake. How's it going?" At the invitation he steps aside to allow Athena to enter first. Still polite, it seems.

"Nice digs," the winged hero says as he gets a look inside. Not that one could really expect anything less. "Glad we got to work together again the other day. You did a great job taking out those guys and making sure no non-combatants got hurt."

Athena has posed:
Athena tilts her head a little, accepting Sam's offered hand in her own. "And I'm Athena. Nice to meet you, Sam Wilson." Then she turns towards Drake. "And you as well, Drake Winters." And when Sam steps aside, the woman walks right in with hands clasped behind her back.

Her attention turns to Cap, then. "Steve Rogers, Captain America, good morning. I'm Athena. Tony Stark extended an invitation for me to join the Avengers, although I doubt it occurred to him to mention it to anyone else."

Captain America has posed:
Steve Rogers smiles and nods, "My pleasure, Athena," he says. "Tony does tend to be a bit informal about things like process, but if he believes you have what it takes, I'm sure that he's right on the money. He's got good instincts about potential."

"Sam, good to see you again. I'm glad to see you here to take up the invitation as well. We need the kind of dedication and grit you have."

Slipstream has posed:
"OOoh. Athena. Yeah. I think Wonder Woman mentioned you once in passing when we were talking about this and that." Drake rescued her from a Japanese island prison once. That's his claim to fame.

"I was just going to make coffee, but Cap doesn't want any, but if you two do.." He trails off hopefully. His stomach is also rumbling. "And breakfast burritos." No one has to know they're microwaved.

He starts back for the kitchen again, swinging his arms about to loosen himself up. "Hey Cap, Athena is like Thor! But without a hammer. Probably has better manners!"

Falcon has posed:
"Athena?" Sam's eyes, barely visible behind the red lenses of his goggles, get wide for a second. "Pleasure to meet you, too."

Lifting his chin at Rogers, Sam cracks a smile and says, "Nice to see you, too, Cap. Can't believe I got invited here, to be honest." There's a soft chuckle, "I mean, the Avengers have you and Thor and Stark. I'm just a dude with robot wings." He probably means to say that he's highly trained operator with one of the most advanced flight systems in the world and the experience to use it. "But I won't knock your choice. I'm proud you're even considering me."

Athena has posed:
"Coffee would be wonderful, thanks." Athena replies. "And yes, Diana of the the Amazons. Mister Stark was certainly somewhat... informal... in our conversation. But I did defeat him in combat." In Galaga, but who's counting? The blonde goddess lifts a brow at Drake, then. "Thor without a hammer?"

Nope, not going to respond to that one.

"I prefer spear and shield, but I'm certainly not here to offer my services as a bruiser."

Captain America has posed:
Steve Rogers shakes his head at Sam, "You're a lot more than that. You can put robot wings on anybody, but you can't give them your kind of spirit. That's as good as any superpower as far as I'm concerned. But then, I'm a bit biased towards us underpowered types," he says with a grin.

"Whatever skills you bring to bear, I'm sure we'll be glad of the help," he says to Athena. He won't get into the theology of who's a god and who's not. The pantheon people were powerful by any measure, whatever he thought of the accompanying mythologies.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, you're immortal and crazy powerful. Just like Thor. He's a God, you're a God.. ess. You're both ridiculously good looking." Drake calls out from the kitchen as he rummages about in a few speedy blinks to make coffee and breakfast for everyone. "Really doesn't matter what skills you bring. At the end of the day, if you punch someone, you're sending them into another zip code."

Blue contrails whisk out from behind him as he appears in front of them with a tray of coffee, each mug sealed so not to spill. "Here you go! It's all black. We got cream and sugars and whatever in this massive fridge. We have everything. Tony prefers his with really expensive scotch and no sugar."

"But like Cap said, welcome! I'm so excited to have new team members to train with. I have quick bursts of super speed. I'm not as fast as The Flash or Quicksilver but I am .. kinda fast. Fast enough I guess."

Falcon has posed:
Captain America gets a nod from Sam, "Well, as long as you think I can hold my own. There's no way I'd say 'no' to an offer to help you kick some evil ass." The Falcon chuckles and says, "Just means we gotta work harder, train harder and fight harder to keep up. If I was afraid of hard work there's no way I'd have become a PJ in the first place."

With coffee in his hand now, there's a grin at Drake, "Thanks, man. Black is fine." Then Sam nods, "It'll be good to train with the team. I like all the facilities SHIELD has to offer, but that can't beat training with genuine superheroes."

Athena has posed:
"I am the Goddess of War, yes, but also the Goddess of Wisdom." Athena replies. "You have good leadership." A nod do Cap follows. "I offer both my physical prowess as well as my counsel." She reaches for a coffee, then, uncovering the mug and taking a deep sniff.

"Coffee is good in almost any form, although I do admit a preference for honey and ginger." Upon hearing their various self-assessments, she offers. "Everyone has something to offer the team, which is what MAKES a good team. It's the leader's job to make the best use of everyone's strengths while minimizing the impact of weaknesses." The woman takes a sip of her coffee, then adds. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look around."

Slipstream has posed:
There is another burst of blue and Athena will find a bottle of honey delivered to her. Drake flops down into a chair and tugs open a breakfast burrito that he had nuking as well, then takes a bite of it. Yum. Gooey cheese and egg. Stark Burritos are the best!

"Totally go look around. You can just talk outloud to the mansion and it will answer questions for you. If you don't want Tony's default voice, you can just change it to whatever. There's like two thousand options."

He clears his throat. "Jarvis! Give guest permissions to Athena please." There's a 'bing' in the air, followed by a computerized voice that sounds a bit like Alexa's older sister: "Guest permissions granted."

"Easy peasy."

Falcon has posed:
"I fly fast and hit hard. At least my bullets and missiles do," Wilson says with a little chuckle. "And I'm damn good at not getting shot, especially when I'm in the air. It's hard to hit a fast moving target and the wings shrug off small arms fire."

Looking over at Athena he says, "I'm a pretty solid tactician, but I bet you got a world of things to teach. Anyway, go explore, I'm sure we'll talk some more later."

His attention spins over to Drake, "How long have you been on the team?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Not long. About maybe .. two years.. ish. I was on the Young Avengers team starting out, then I joined the Legion of Superheroes with my friend Mon-El. I ended up traveling through multiple unviverses and galaxies saving .. um.. multiple universes and galaxies! There's like two hundred heroes on that roster from all over. It's crazy! I was one of three from Earth. It was me, Alex from Power Pack and Bart who is a Flash Junior but he's from the future also. That's where most of them came from. The year three thousand and something."

Taking another bite of his burrito, he chews and swallows quickly. "So, I came back to Earth when I got homesick, that and the others was taking off for some deep space adventure. Mister Stark reached back out to me and told me he missed his favorite gopher and that he was ready to put me on the roster full time. So, now I get to help save New York while also getting Mister Stark's lunch."

"I'm not changing my name to Door Dash, no matter how many bit coins he throws at me."

Falcon has posed:
"Damn. That's a hell of a resume," Sam says before sipping his coffee thoughtfully. "Closest I've come to anything like that is securing some astronauts after they landed in the ocean. Been to southwest Asia a few times." He laughs then, "I see that changing if I start hanging around here more often, though."

He strolls around the room a ways, still taking things in as he talks, "Met a talking chimp last night. He's a SHIELD agent. That's the weirdest thing that's happened to me that I can think of off the top of my head. Stark really have you picking up his lunch? And what's with bit coins? I thought crypto was for people buying drugs and guns on the dark web."

Slipstream has posed:
"Bitcoins are secure forms of transactions and for some reason Mister Stark is obsessed with them. He has like .. I dunno.. twenty-thousand currently which is valued at about six hundred million." Drake says as he tucks his arms back behind his head as he leans back into his chair that curves along with him. Fancy chairs.

"You are kinda a big deal though in Shield. You end up -- " He pauses for a moment, then presses his lips together.

"Well, I can't give you spoilers. That's future stuff. I already got chewed out a few times by the Legion for snooping in space archives. But you know." He taps the side of his skull. "I like cheat codes."

Falcon has posed:
Sam lets out a low whistle when Drake mentions how much Tony's got invested in bitcoins, "Damn." The Falcon shakes his head a little bit, "Maybe I should get some of them."

"Spoilers? Yeah, I'd rather not know. 'There is no fate but what we make', after all." He's rather calm about the whole thing. "You're a big time gamer, right? What are you into? I used to play Call of Duty with the guys back in the day when I was deployed, but I haven't been doing much gaming lately."

Slipstream has posed:
"I was a professional Overwatch player for the League. Led multiple championships for the New York Static. I played all forms of Call of Duty when I was younger. I played a lot of everything, really, but mostly fast paced shooter games. But, Overwatch is where I made my name. I put in fifteen hour days, seven days a week. I lived with my team. I had sponsors. I had a huge streaming following. I'd make about .. I dunno... easily a million or two a year on subs and donations and salary. Then I just got my powers and I quit."

"Now I make less money to be an Avenger." Drake says with a wide grin. "But it has it's perks, obviously. I banked the cash I made playing games and now I'm a super hero who gets banged up and shot at by weirdos."

"If you ever want to play a few rounds with me, I got a bitching set up in the rec room. Tony let me have free reign on the 'gaming budget'. Which was .. I dunno.. one bit coin or something." He chuckles. "So I got us a few fancy gaming computers."

Falcon has posed:
Sam's eyes widen slightly when he hears Drake talk about his professional Overwatch days. "I have to say I never followed pro gaming, but it sounds intense. You spend more time working on your game than traditional athletes and you have to live with the team. That's nuts."

"Being a superhero does involve a lot of people shooting at you. It's a lot easier to handle when you got powers or wings than it is when you're a guy on the ground with a rifle, though," Wilson says. "Usually. I mean, having the wings means I gotta fight anything that comes up. Had a team up with Spider-man and talking chimp last night when some robots tried to shoot up a family reunion. That was a wild time." At the offer to play games the Falcon takes a second to consider things, then nods his head, "I think I gotta say 'yes' to that. It'd be like having a chance to play hoops with Michael Jordan or something. Even if I don't score at least I get to say I played with a pro."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, living with the team was fun. I miss those guys. Most of them have moved on out of the League and back into college or other jobs. But you have to live with them. You gotta scrim with the same people, and it works better when you're on the same network. So you wake up together, you play together, you eat together, you go to bed together... well.. not /together/. At least not me. I'm sure Zapp and Valky was hooking up on the sly."

"You got to team up with Spider Man? That is /cool/. I know about Detective Chimp. But I haven't had a chance to hang out with Spidey yet. That's like a big time dream for me. I love how he sticks it to Jameson in the Daily Bugle."

"Come on, I'll show you the game room and teach you how to play Overwatch. You're going to get so mad at this game. It's one of the best, but worst games in the world. It's like dating a really, really, hot chick, right? Like, she's a 10. But when she comes home and opens her mouth, she's just a total bitch and makes you feel like crap. That's pretty much Overwatch in a nut shell. Yet, I keep playing it because the game is so hot."

Falcon has posed:
"I miss the guys in my unit sometimes. You never forget the folks you shared a tent in the desert with for months on end," Wilson cracks a smile at that. "You really get to know folks when you spend all your time together."

Then he nods, "Yeah, it was cool. He tossed some robots in the air with his webs and yelled 'Pull' and then I shot them with my rocket launcher. Dude was cracking wise the whole time. It was dope."

"Alright," the Falcon says. "Show me how to play so I can get pissed off at this game with you. This is part of Avengers training, right? Team bonding over games?"