1316/SHIELD and Ares

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SHIELD and Ares
Date of Scene: 05 July 2017
Location: Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Melinda May, Ares, 1061, Darcy Lewis




Melinda May has posed:
After May sees Ms. Lane back out of the Triskelion and Darcy resumes her regular duties, May returns to the Security area. Waiting for a chance to speak with Mr. Aaron undisturbed, she uses the time and the console in the adjacent observation room to do a bit of research.

It takes a while, but finally there's a lull and May goes to enter the room. She gathers up her accoutrement then knocks on the door. Yes, instead of just entering the room, she's asking for permission.

Ares has posed:
    It does not take long for her to be left to her own devices. John Aaron is to be held for a time so that other individuals can speak with him, gain what intel can be gained on the Phobos creature and what happened on the night of the event. But that leaves him with long stretches of naught to do save sit there... and wait.
    And he does that well. His hands resting upon the table with his fingers interlaced. He watches the mirror beside the door, expecting there to be observers there...
    But then there's that knock. Just those small taps from the exterior. His brow knits for a moment, then he lifts his voice, "Enter."

Melinda May has posed:
Upon being granted admittance, May steps into the room and closes the door quietly behind herself. Stepping up to the table, she sets her tablet down alongside a brown paper bag. "Has anyone thought to offer you food or drink yet?" After all, she's not a complete jerk. She just resembles one about ninety seven percent of the time.

Ares has posed:
    Those calm brown eyes meet hers unwavering, his expression calm and controlled. Then he looks to the bag and back up to her again. "I am fine, though I appreciate the offer." He sits up in his chair and then his eyes hood slightly, narrowing as he looks on her again.
    Earlier he had not had time to consider the woman save the most cursory of ways. But now his gaze is gauging her, perhaps judging in some way. He sits up and tells her calmly, "Most of those in these halls," He uncurls a hand slightly, indicating the Triskelion as a hall. "They all are to some degree soldiers, trained."
    But then he turns his head to the side curiously as he looks to her. "But you are something beyond that. You have trained long, have you not?"

Melinda May has posed:
Melinda May nods in answer to his question, relocating the bag to the floor against one of the table's legs as she claims the other seat. "I have trained in some form or other for over thirty five years." God, that makes her feel old just saying it that way. "But that's not why I wanted to speak with you."

Tapping at her tablet screen, she wakes the device then turns it for Aaron to look at. "I've started working on a proposal to have a covert protection detail monitor your son." The tablet doesn't show any information about the boy himself, only generalizations such as the number of agents and how they should maintain surveillance without letting the child know he's being monitored.

Ares has posed:
    The tall man's brows lift marginally as she states how long she's studied, interesting in its own way, like finding a terribly shiny pebble amongst all the detritus. But he gives a nod when she shifts the topic away from herself.
    Leaning forwads he watches her speak, then looks upon tablet screen. His brow knits together as he hmms to himself, reaching out to draw the display a little closer for him to peruse. A nod is given, "The plan seems a strong one, however with the recent battle it will be some time before the other Olympians take up the gauntlet. And should one do so they will make an announcement of some sort." He offers the display back to her, "But if such occurs again... I could see an action being a good choice."
    There's a pause then as he looks to her and then asks, "But why would you do this, Agent?"

Melinda May has posed:
"Olympians aren't the only ones that could choose to do something ill-advised," May replies, though when Ares asks why she would do this, what little expression her face has locks down to complete emotionlessness. "Innocents, especially children, should not have live with the consequences of the actions of others."

Go ahead, ask her another one. Maybe she'll just flat out leave.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    For a time John Aaron looks down, nodding his head slightly as if in agreement. But then he looks up to her and says levelly. "Agent May," His brown eyes meet hers and he flares his hands slightly as if to perhaps try to grasp control of the moment and the situation. "I hold no ill will for your agency. Nor do I feel that there would be malice in your efforts to guard me and mine."
    He pauses to take a breath and she can probably imagine the silent 'But' in the air.
    "However," He starts, "Though no intention of your own, a file and assignment connecting to my family could in some ways bring further scrutiny down upon my home. It could bring my family to the attention of any of the other agencies that oppose you and yours. Also, it would in turn make me indebted to you. Even if you stated such would not be the case. It would still be true. I could not have that. Perhaps in the future Alexander will be comfortable accepting such a deal or such a lien upon his independence. But I will not make that for him for now."

Melinda May has posed:
And that's why the notes about a protection detail for Alexander were on a simple notepad file, and not some official-looking report page. "Fair enough," May says to Aaron's decision as she reaches to the tablet and with a few taps deletes the proposal.

"My next question. Why was Ms. Lane so interested in talking with you?"

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    At that Ares grimaces a touch, his eyes sliding to the side. He shakes his head, "I foolishly stuck my neck out." He looks back to May and waves a hand to the side, as if brushing away his words and going on anyways. "She witnessed me speaking with one of the Kryptonians who had a matter weighing heavy on their mind. I was able to offer some small measure of insight. She perhaps saw the way they looked on me with some measure of..." He lifts a hand, "Respect, deference?"
    Whatever it was he shakes his head as if dismissing that as well.
    "I departed and she spoke with me. I gave her little information, but she..." His lip curls slightly, "She is a terribly nosey individual."

Melinda May has posed:
May lets out a faint huff of air... possibly a tiny hint of amusement?

Nah.

"That is an understatement. But, now if she gets more nosey than you care for, call Romanov or Lewis or me, and one of us will go have a nice little chat with her." She never really learned Coulson's knack for NOT making that sound like a threat.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    John watches May for a few moments and he says, "If she speaks with me I intend to ask her to not print her information. If she declines, then perhaps I will take you up on your offer." He lifts a rough and calloused hand to scratch at the back of his neck, then murmurs. "I somehow do not believe she wishes to run this story. For truly how much readership would my tale draw considering what has passed the last few years?"
    He then looks back to May fully, brown eyes meeting hers, "But I would not wish her harmed."

Melinda May has posed:
May shakes her head no slightly. "We're not in the business of physically harming people that haven't done something to deserve it. At most we'd ask Ms. Lane to be a bit more thoughtful about how she approaches people for her interviews." She settles back in her chair slightly. "I get the feeling that she'll respect your request for privacy, though. Which is not the usual for a journalist, in my experience."

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    May is dead on in her observation, for that is the read he'd gained of Ms. Lane as well, but there is never knowing the mind of a reporter for one hundred percent true. But he nods to her, "She seems to have a strong code of ethics and lives by it. There would need to be some reason for her to write the story. I will see what I can negotiate with her if it comes to it."
    That having been said he settles back in his chair, folding his arms over his broad chest. "Was there anything else you would know? Or may I delve into your training, Agent May?"

Melinda May has posed:
At that May raises an eyebrow. And perhaps to test the man she replies, "No. To both." The former, simple enough. The latter is a mix of 'classified' and 'don't want to talk about it'. But, she hsan't gotten up and walked out of the room yet, so maybe there's still a chance to convince her to be even a little bit forthcoming.

"Would you be willing to divulge informationa bout the rest of the Olympians?" Maybe that's her currency to talk about her training.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    "Ah," His brow furrows, "I would be willing to speak on the matters if the presence of one of them can be proven as a threat. I would not wish to offer anything beyond that in case your records become compromised and the information is gained by those who would not use it defensively." John Aaron looks back towards her, and shifts his weight to the other side of the chair, causing the slightly off balance seat to clank faintly. Perhaps one of the coasters is off one of the legs. Perhaps they even do it on purpose.

Melinda May has posed:
Watching Aaron shift on that no doubt too-small chair, she makes a decision and pulls the tablet back over to tap at the screen for a moment. The request for a new, likely bigger and sturdier chair for the man sent, she looks at Ares again. "Fair enough." Of course, that's leaving less and less for them to talk about.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Less and less to talk about. Thus, enter one Darcy Lewis.

The entrance is not at all like that of Kramer. There's a bit more grace, but it holds the same level of crashing in.

"Hi!" she chirps and then pauses, like she's not quite sure why she was here again. Green eyes flick over May and then John and the looks back at May. OH Right! Darcy holds out a tablet.

"Need your Hancock, Boss." Because it couldn't wait, apparently.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    Perhaps offering as some small token of peace, John tilts his head towards May and tells her calmly, "I can teach you a counter to the Leopard Blow, if that at all strikes your curiousity." For a moment John's smile is a touch amused, a little edged as he looks across the way at May. Perhaps on one level testing her, and on the other attempting to pique her interest.
    But then Darcy Lewis saves the day with her barging forth and entering the room. He looks across the way at her, offering her a nod of greeting as she saunters in.

Melinda May has posed:
May takes the barging in completely calmly, as if she'd been expecting it. Accepting the tablet from Darcy, she brandishes a style from somewhere inside her jacket to sign the tablet... for whatever reason. She'll hang on to it until Darcy wants the tablet back.

"The counter to a Leopard Blow is to simply not be there." It's just that simple, right? Shyeah. But, May's not going to let on that she's just implied that such a feat would be as simple as sidestepping a clumsy toddler.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I dunno. Maybe it's the Tigger Bounce," Darcy offers completely nonsequitorly as if she had any idea what they were talking about. She just smiles warmly to both, though her gaze lingers on John.

"Hi again. Nice to see you." As if he wasn't being held here and was gomgin to pay a visit.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    At May's answer he cocks his head to the side and smiles slightly, "Very true." As if that would serve as an answer to the Leopard Blow. But, then again, in truth it would work. For what is the best way to win a fight? Not to be in one.
    He settles back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I could tell you about all sorts of embarrassing stories about the Asgardians." His lip curls as he looks from one to the other. "But I don't see a great purpose behind talking about Thor's time as a bride."

Melinda May has posed:
May just knows that Darcy is going to latch on to that mention of Thor as a bride. So, she lets it go with a simple shrug. "Can't be any worse than half the things Stark did before the year 2000." Yes, she's aware of a good portion of them, but only because she was on the short list to have to go in and deal with the inventor if he'd gone off the rails to full supervillain. Luckily for him, he never did.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"HA! I love that story! Best prank ever, if you ask me. I still need to get to watch Say Yes to the Dress with me," Darcy retorts, eyes dancing at the mention of embarassing stories about Asgardians.

Latch on? May! Your lack of faith is distubring. Darcy grabs hold and runs with the topic like it was scissors.

"My favorite has got to be the horse one. Cause I bet Loki was an adorable horse momma," Darcy states as she continues on, getting slightly distracted by May's suggestion about Stark.

"Only because Stark hasn't figured out how to shape shift yet. Once he does that the world ends. OH! Dude. I do have a question: Did Zeus really get it on with chicks as a fucking swan? I mean, really? Bird dick's gotta be fuckign tiny as shit."

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    A small chuckle comes from him and he then leans forwards, resting his hands upon the tabletop and looking between them. "As amusing as it would be to regale you with such tales... perhaps I should depart and see to matters as I can before they progress beyond my ability to deal with them."
    The chair slides back a touch, "Though, Agent May, Ms. Lewis... if either of you would share further words with me, then make it a much more hospitable place than this and I shall happily entertain the idea." That having been said he looks to May, as sorry Darcy, it's clear she's in charge. "If I may?"

Melinda May has posed:
May moves to stand when Ares does, nodding to him when he asks for the okay to leave. "I'm pretty sure a more hospitable meeting place can be arranged in the future. Lewis." She gestures toward the door, presumably indicating for the younger agent to get the door so they can all leave this horridly depressing room.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Unphased that John would look to May for permission to go, Darcy nods and opens the door to hold it for them all.

"Oooh! Totes! We should go out for drinks. Play some pool. I gonna figure out how to beat Barton. Dude's a damn pool shark," Lewis quips, completely at ease offering to take the Greek God of War out to play pool.