3801/Superb Owl

Superb Owl
Date of Scene:	04 February 2018
Location:	Out on the street in Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Danny finds Claire while she's walking home from work on Super Bowl Sunday. Thor drops in (literally -- no, there's a crater).
Cast of Characters:	Claire Temple, Iron Fist, Thor

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Claire Temple has posed:
It's still light out, so Hell's Kitchen still has people making their way up and down the sidewalks with little fear of the borough's reputation after dark. There isn't much socialization going on, because New York is still in its winter chill, and the wind through the buildings can put a freeze on even the toughest walker. Vehicle traffic is making its way around fairly easily, albeit with quite a bit of road slush.

Claire Temple is picking her way home, having stopped on the way back from work to grab a sandwich and some (possibly now cooled) soup to enjoy instead of worrying about cooking for the evening. She smiles and shakes her head when she looks up at the football flags hanging off some people's fire escapes, not quite interested in the rivalry enough to try watching the game herself. With a sigh and a step around some pounded snow in the middle of her path, she tucks the small plastic bag with supper into her jacket to try to keep it warm before she reaches Instrata.

Iron Fist has posed:
    Today was like any other day for Danny Rand. He wasn't terribly into sports before he went to K'un-Lun, and his company wasn't too involved either. They did have the naming rights to the Portland Timber's stadium, and they sponsored a number of youth sides in a variety of sports, but that was the extent of their interest in athletics. He had bought a few clothing companies, since he wanted to have some say in designing his Iron Fist suit, but mostly, it was gym wear.

    With so many people concentrating on today's sporting event, he figured it was the perfect opportunity for criminals, so he was out and about, wearing his super suit under his clothes, a grey and blue jumper, warm pants, and green sneakers with green accents. It was the only part of his so-called uniform that peeked out. Seeing Claire, as he smiled, and immediately crossed the street, though he did so without really looking, and nearly got hit by a car, "sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry," he said to the driver who flipped him off, and he made his way over, "Claire, how are you?" Ah, he was so child like. He saw someone he knew and he immediately wanted to greet them, regardless of what they were up to and whether it was socially acceptable.

Thor has posed:
    The driver will wish he had spent more time conversing with Danny as about a second after the Defender crosses his path, an Avenger crashes into the pavement with a resounding and ear scrunching THUNK!

    The Avenger in question reaches up out of his crater with a meat hook and grabs onto the bumper and pulls himself out of the hole with his cape beyond ruined. It's simply a piece of formerly red cloth danging from one shoulder now. Thor looks up into the skies and above the building's rooftops. "What was that?!" He inquires to no one, and everyone by the volume of his booming voice.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Danny! What --" Claire begins when the impact brings her up short. She hasn't the slightest idea just what that was, and neither do her adrenal glands, but thankfully her bladder is a lot more stoic. She puts out an arm unconsciously in case Danny has so much as a shoelace off the curb when the impolite driver meets his special surprise. Intellectually, she's not sure she can offer much protection from either a car or a falling Avenger, and she's sure she can't do much for a chi-powered kung fu adept, but it's the principle of the thing, she's sure. Yeah, right.

"This... this... uh, do you know what this is about?" she asks Danny thickly. It's very hard to restrain the urge to back away from the curb.

Claire clearly hasn't seen enough weird. Yet.

Iron Fist has posed:
    Danny has seen his share of weird. He fought and plunged his hands into the heart of Shao-Lao, the Undying. There was no way to even broach that subject without it sounding weird, the more layers he peeled off, the stranger it all became. But seeing a man descend from the heavens, creating a crater in the New York cement, was enough to throw anyone off, chi-powered Kung Fu adepts included. "I... have no idea. But I think he's called Thor." Danny at least had seen the videos, so he knew enough to recognise Thor, and in typical Danny fashion, his first thought was to ask the God, "do you need help?"

Thor has posed:
    Thor is halfway out of his crater when Danny speaks up and the son of Odin blinks his brilliant blue eyes in the martial artist's direction before he extends his free hand as acceptance for the help.

    "Thank you tiny human." The man says as he pushes up off of the car's bumper causing the whole thing to lurch forward as the back wheels shift in the motion transfer. Pulling up on Danny further out of the roughly man shaped hole, Thor lets go of the car and the bumper drops to the ground with a heavy clatter before the godling looks over and down, "Horseless Chariots have gotten severely weaker, and ... yellow since the last time I was here." The god says to no one before looking to Danny and Claire. "Can you two tell me what part of the burough I am in?" He's not the smartest, no.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire clears her throat. "Hell's Kitchen," she offers, raising her voice to only slightly louder than Danny's. She takes a long look at the crater and at the taxi's bumper, shaking her head in vague shock. "Gonna guess you're not from around here," she says as she makes a cautious step toward the vehicle, canting her head to the side to see if she can detect any physical distress inside the cabin.

Iron Fist has posed:
    Danny, in a bit of charity, looks to the man, still in the car, and reached into his pocket, finding a business card. He quickly handed it to the man, kind of having to work around Claire to do so, who was absolutely shell shocked, "contact this number. They might be able to help." He had learned not to commit to anything specific, but he was interested in helping. The damage to the car was probably not covered by insurance. "In Manhattan, New York," Danny added, in the off chance Thor for some reason didn't know what Hell's Kitchen was.

Thor has posed:
    Thor looks around and frowns. "Hell's Kitchen, Innanhattan, New York." The god says, lifting his hand to his chin and looking like he's thinking, but about to break his mind if he tries too hard. "Is that far from the Avenger's mansion?" He asks no one again, but he looks to the man in the car with a gasp of air pulled into his great lungs.

    Thor lifts the bumper in one hand and moves over, urging Claire and Danny out of the way with his free hand. "Sir. I believe this is your identification." He says, motioning to the numbers and letters on the plate of metal on the bumper. "I believe you will be needing this." He says, with a firm nod before turning and starting to march down the street in the opposite direction of the Avenger's mansion.

Claire Temple has posed:
"You're not hurt? No?" Claire takes a deep breath. Small mercies are practically everything. "Okay. That number he gave you? Go ahead and call that when you get out of your car later on."

She blinks a few times as she steps back onto the sidewalk, finally registering the oddly wet sensation under her jacket and coming back into the present moment to groan at her now fashionable soup. In her shock, she'd held her arms in tight, and... well, paper containers weren't made for crush resistance. "Gah... okay, not my night," she allows as she wraps her jacket back around her tightly -- what the hell. "Danny, what brings you out here?" she asks, resuming her earlier inquiry. Just rolling right along, Claire is. Yep.

Iron Fist has posed:
    "Not far, maybe three or four kilometres?" Danny said to Thor, "and uh, that way," he pointed in the general direction. Even he knew where Avengers Mansion was, though it was strange that Thor didn't. Danny, sensing that Claire had just gotten soaked by her soup, took his jumper off and offered it to her. He had a shirt on underneath, and beneath that, a costume. "This'll help keep you warm." And then, in answer to her question, "I was... uh, patrolling. I figured with the game on, people might be up to something bad."

Thor has posed:
    "Thank you tiny stranger. I appreciate your help." Then with a turn on his heal, Thor starts to walk back past with that kindly practiced smile on his lips. Yes it's obviously practiced because it's not exactly second nature for the son of Odin.

    "It seems your friend is with child. I wish her luck." The god of Thunder says with a wave of his thick hand before he marches down the street in the correct direction, yes, the street, unphased by the cars honking at him and the bike messengers speeding past.

Claire Temple has posed:
"It's not the chill," Claire allows, gently refusing the jumper. "It's the... ugh," she winces, "Chicken broth and spices. I smell like some of my patients," she laments under her breath. She stops short at the Avenger's proclamation, eyes wide. "You're... No, no I am not!" she yells down the street, not worrying about how close she is to Danny's ears. She leans against the nearest brick wall. "He'd better be just mistaking chicken noodle for lactation," she growls. "Tell me his powers aren't..."

Iron Fist has posed:
    "Beats me, all I know about him is what I read on the news." Danny puts his jumper back on when Claire doesn't want it. "It'll clean. Don't worry." His ears were still ringing from her screaming so close to him, but he tried not to make it too obvious. "I'm not tiny either," he added after a moment. So even Danny had a little vanity. Watching Thor, he shook his head. "Should I follow him?" He wasn't too sure how to handle a god. "This isn't like when I faced Shao-Lao the Undying..." he began.

Claire Temple has posed:
"You're seriously thinking about punching him?!" Claire asks incredulously, her voice climbing half an octave. "Are you kidding? And why would you follow him?" Her mind reels at just what Danny's hoping to do to someone who innocently stops traffic by punching a silhouette crater into a Manhattan street.

"He's peacefully walking away," she says after a few calming breaths. "Not much more to do about it. Let the Avengers take care of him," she says. "Not much bad out tonight until everyone finds out who wins the game. You should go home."

Iron Fist has posed:
    "No! " Danny replied immediately in a louder voice than he intended, "no, of course not," he added at a more normal volume, "he's a good guy," and then looks at the crater, "most of the time. But, you can't just make craters in the street. It's not right." And when she insists that he return home, he pondered for a moment where that was. He didn't think of the penthouse apartment as his home, or the office. That was just where he slept, or sometimes worked. But neither were what he'd call home. "I might just do that. It's a quiet night. Can I walk you to your door first, to make sure you get home okay?"

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire sighs and nods her head. "Yeah," she allows. "Yeah, okay," she says, standing back up and taking a step down the sidewalk. "It's not too far," she notes, shaking out her legs to give them a little more circulation and warmth. She steps carefully, digging her heel into some snow. "Colleen's probably waiting up," she says.

Iron Fist has posed:
    "She'd want to know that you go home safe and sound," Danny replied without missing a beat. He made a point of walking on the side of the street closest to the cars. It was something his dad had taught him. Men should always put themselves between the street and any woman they were walking with. He might not be up on pop culture, or be able to tell when someone was lying to him, but he had his strengths too. After making sure that Claire did in fact get home safely, he turned and began heading home, to Colleen. And in the morning, he'd have a claim from a Medallion Taxi driver for the repair of a cab, shock, emotional distress, and anything else his lawyer had probably tacked on to try and drive up the price. It wouldn't be a day that ended in 'y' if someone weren't trying to take advantage of Danny's naivete, but that's part of why he liked Colleen so much. She never took advantage of him. She just accepted him for who he was.