4930/Avengers cell

Avengers cell
Date of Scene:	16 July 2018
Location:	Avengers Mansion - First Floor
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Slipstream, War Machine

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June Connor has posed:
    The cell might not be cruel, but it isn't entertaining either. June knew it would happen, nobody in their right mind /wouldn't/ detain her in some way. She's just glad that they didn't turn her over to the cops. The red head hasn't had any clothes to change, so she's still in the cutoffs with the shredded black stockings, and the altered open side Black Keys shirt is starting to stink a little. Maybe it's just her.
    She lays on the bunk, hands behind her head and stares at the bland ceiling, an occasional glance to the glass wall, never certain whether someone is actively watching her or not. She puffs a breath out, which flops her bangs over from resting on her right eyebrow.

Slipstream has posed:
Having been recovering in the med bay for a day or two, Drake finally makes his way down to the cells with a spare change of clothing for June and a bag full of Mickey D's. He has a bandage over his neck from where he was stabbed and his arm in a sling from the break in his shoulder. "Hey." He calls over as he pauses before the cell. "You hanging in there?"

June Connor has posed:
    June instantly turns her head up toward the glass, and then sits. "Drake?" she asks, moving her bare feet over to the floor. "Damn, this place is boring as hell." Her shoes are not hidden, they are laying over on the other side of the room, carelessly discarded.

Slipstream has posed:
"Better than being dead." Drake says as he passes her the bag of food, then the clothes as he slides them over to her. "How are you holding up? I heard that someone is gonna talk to you later. Get hyped I guess." He says as he flops down to his knees, then settles on to his rump in front of the cell. "Are you okay?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Gee, I can't wait," she comments with a perhaps overabundance of sarcasm. She gets to her feet, walking over to the box, pulling out the fast food first. "Oh damn, I never thought I'd want this crap," she comments, opening the cheese burger and putting it into her mouth. She holds it there for a second, to free her hands, and opens the bag with the clothes to see what he brought.

War Machine has posed:
Down from the stairs leading to the cells walks a figure dressed in rather plain clothing. There's nothing too fancy or intimidating about him just a man with short cut hair and a confident walk.

     "You know usually when people try to murder me I don't exactly go rushing to bring them free food and a change of clothing."

     His words ring out as he grabs a chair, finding a spot in front of the cage for lack of a better word June resides in. He flicks out a folder from under his arm, and starts reading it.

     "At least not till the third or fourth interrogation."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. Hey War Machine." Drake says with a smile as he lifts his hand to him. "June and I go way back. She sneaks in through my window at most nights and we watch Netflix together. She's not such a bad guy if you can get past the bad disposition towards life and the mild dose of brainwashing. Sides', it was either lure me into a trap or they were gonna kill her. I'm assuming she was fully confident in my abilities to overcome the situation." He pushes himself up to his feet carefully so not to jostle his broken bones again. ".. But seriously, she's not really a bad guy. Just a kid mixed up in a bad situation."

June Connor has posed:
    June pulls the cheeseburger back out of her mouth, and chews as the new element enters the scene. She unfolds the shirt with one hand, reading 'I Fought the Law and the Law Won'. She glances back at Drake. "Fucker," she answers in a sneer. She pulls the pair of pants out, and checks their size. Probably a little wider, but she has a belt, and they are close enough. "Did you call me kid? We are like the same age."

War Machine has posed:
     "Being a Kid is an attitude as much as an age."

     Rhodes comments not looking up from the folder. His eyes drift from one side to the other, yet it is strange to see someone using a non computerized document.

     "From what I see at least you're definitely a kid." A light pause. "Just speaking personally here."

     That attitude could be potentially infuriating, and that was the point.

Slipstream has posed:
"Are we the same age? I dunno. Maybe?" Drake says as he puts a hand into his own bag of food and takes out a burger, sliding it to James before he takes one out for himself. "She's a /really/ good fighter though. Can you imagine what type of badass she could really be if Widow trained her?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, Token?" she comments in return, ignoring Drake's comment. Perhaps she is trying to be as infuriating in return. "You know me? Think you got all you need from a piece of paper?" June takes another bite of the burger, a look that challenges him to answer.

War Machine has posed:
     "See now that?" Rhodes pauses for a moment. "That's funny."

     He shakes his head, coming back to a stand his hand goes into his pocket and he starts walking off. "I like a good comedian as much as the next guy, really do."

     He pauses by Drake. "You might not want to stay around for this next bit." Just reaching down behind a small divider to pull out what looks like just a gas can and a towel. "Do me a favor and grab me a glass of water."

     His hand makes a motion and he makes a show of shutting down the cameras for the room. Now if they're actually off is another story. He starts to drip a little bit of the contents of the gas can onto the towel.

Slipstream has posed:
Reaching out, Drake flips the switch on the wall for the intercom, then turns to talk to James as he gives a visible frown. He has a wild motion of his hands as he points towards the windowed cell. "Hey! Woah. Come on, dude. For one, you aren't gonna scare her with that, she's been through worse shit. She literally stabbed her Foot soldier teacher in the head to save my life. Also, we're Avengers. We can't go around threatening to gasoline waterboard someone or whatever it is that you're about to do. I've been for months trying to tell her that we're not the bad guys, that we don't kill or torture people and that we're heroes through and through. Bad cop isn't gonna work with her."

June Connor has posed:
    June looks down at the gas can, and produces her tongue ring, chewing on the silver post. "So what, we goin' Guantanamo now?" she asks with a smug grin. "I see how good your heroes are, Drake," she comments, another justification in her eyes of her pessimism. "He didn't even ask me any questions yet and he's already set to torture over a little racial jab. And she wasn't my teacher." Her demeanor says she doesn't really believe it's going to happen, though.

War Machine has posed:
     "Drake, you're too emotionally invested, leave." It's not a request, it's an order, he puts down the can. "I've been dealing with this longer then you've been alive, and while I'm fine riding shotgun on a lot of things, this is one situation I can handle.", and walks into the air lock of the cell closing it behind himself and entering into it.

     Once inside he adjusts the cloth in his hand. "Seriously you'd think you were the guys princess with how much he was willing to ride out on that white horse and save you."

     His expression calm and a bit friendly, as he tosses the towel over to her. "Got a smudge on your right cheek, you'll want to clean that off, if you have any intention of people taking the tough girl routine seriously."

     His hand already going back down towards the pocket of his jacket. "Got a guess or two what's happened up to this point, if you'll indulge?" Moving and talking fast as to attempt to avoid being cut off. "Classic story, you're lonely, feel like the world's out to fuck you over, scared and hopeless, someone comes along." He leans up against the back wall of the cell.

     "Maybe he's family, maybe he's a friend, doesn't matter, all that does is he's got this great big group who's willing to look out for you, willing to take you in, make you a part of something bigger, whatever lie he decides might work it doesn't matter but you like the sound."

     "So you go along, this group gives you something more then yourself, training, food, drugs, doesn't matter it's just something more, and all you need to do is a little theft here and there." A pause. "But it never stops at theft does it? Never stops at assault either. Never stops at murder."

Slipstream has posed:
Letting out a heavy breath, Drake gives a visible twitch, his body giving a bit of a blinking fizzle before he finally pushes up to his feet from his chair. "Fine." He grunts out as he leaves the room.

June Connor has posed:
    June watches as Drake goes, looking back at Rhodes. She catches the towel, and looks like she is going to not use it. She does though, wiping at the indicated spot just in case there is a smudge. She doesn't comment on Drakes demeanor toward her.
    "Sure, I like that one, it sounds good," she says, not answering directly whether it's true or not. She reaches back into the McDonald's bag, grabbing a few fries. "You're pretty brave, just walkin' in here," she comments as she pops one of the fries into her mouth.

War Machine has posed:
     "Or stupid" Rhodes corrects, still not looking too distressed about being locked in a room with a deadly ninja. "Can't ever rule out idiocy."

     "Let's be honest, everyone's got something they're running from, some more things then others." He just nods his head as she manages to clean a small bit of a scuff from her cheek. "Yeah, was bothering me the moment I walked in the room."

     "Point I'm trying to make is whatever the situation you were in? No denying it happened, but it's happened to thousands of kids before and it'll happen to thousands more." Said in a serious voice as not to downplay it but not intimidating. "Question is if you're willing to help us lower the number a bit."

     "Or if you're fine with it going on we can keep asking you questions you can keep playing tough and eventually Tony'll let me take you over to shield and no one wants that."

     He shakes his head. "Too much paperwork."

June Connor has posed:
    June's brow is low, and she looks back at the window, seeing no Drake. She looks back, and at the door. "It's not that simple," she says. "You act like we're all just captured, stolen from our homes or manipulated into joining," she says. "Ain't like that. Wasn't for me. I just got stupid, let Drake get in my head, that asshole."
    Rather abusive term for the one guy who is standing up for her. She aggressively bits another fry in half. "Dipshit should have just left me alone, we wouldn't ever have this conversation. Now on a scale of 1 to 10, I'm fucked. Turned on the wrong people, cap'n." Of course, she has no idea what hsi rank is, she just said the first one that came to mind.

War Machine has posed:
     "Colonel, but close, difference is I get paid a hell of a lot more to do a hell of a lot less." Still calm and collected.

     "Oh don't get me wrong I know most people aren't stolen." Light pause. "Some are, but most are just looking to get away from something or be a part of something, move up in the world."

     "All kinds of excuses for why they think it's a good idea." He looks over at her. "Problem is: It doesn't matter if you're in a gang, the mob, a group of killer ninjas with a strange fetish for human appendages painted funky colors, it ends with you dead or in jail even if you don't decide to stab anyone else in the back."

     "Now the good thing for you" As he pushes himself up from the wall walking over towards her. "Is this group, what's their name?" A light pause for her response. "They're not very bright, so you're pretty safe from them being able to do anything, probably safer here in this holding cell then you'd be working as one of their top agents, mostly because this is our max security holding cell." Pausing a second. "You ever wonder why? I'll give you a hint, it's not actually to keep you in."

June Connor has posed:
    June rolls her eyes slightly. "The Foot," she concedes, "I wouldn't bank on this keepin' them out," she says. "Not if they really wanted to get in. They know I can't stay in here forever," she says. "Not worth their effort to come in after me. My best shot is to play it off like I got some kinda great intel in here." Then again, she has already seen the basic interior layout, and she's had plenty of time to examine the cell she's being held in.

War Machine has posed:
     "and 'Not worth their effort' is exactly what we're going for." Spoken calmly as he adjusts his collar in the reflection of the wall. "Don't have to stop someone from doing something if you just remove the value they might find by making the attempt."

     A comb runs through his hair almost as if he's making a show of the potential weapons she could use that he's just putting right in her grasp. "Think you'll find even if they can get this far they'll lose so many people along the way it won't exactly be worth it even if you had the identities of everyone in the organization."

     "Suppose in a way you're lucky you're a small fish, makes things easier." The comb is tossed back into the pocket of his jacket. "So, when'd you sign on with the klan?"

June Connor has posed:
    June eyes the Colonel. "Yeah, nobody misses the small fish when they die, right?" she says. "These aren't some small time gang, cap'n," she says, even though now she knows better. "You are talking about a group that's been around for centuries longer than the U.S. of A." She nods at the wall. "This place?" she folds her arms. "It's no different from a thousand other places they have people like me break into. This is the 21st century, you think they don't have toys to deal with anything that a playboy with some dough can come up with?"
    She lays out the clean shirt, and then pulls her current one over her head without warning, perhaps hoping to get him to turn away out of normal politeness. "I joined, I dunno, two years or so ago? There's not like a secret ninja sign up on the internet or something. Happens over time."

War Machine has posed:
     "Wait, wait wait wait, you think we're in the mansion?" Rhodes asks with a bit of a smile. Then he starts laughing. He just breaks out into a bit of laughter before pressing a few buttons on his wrist.

     Though the ground doesn't move the floor beneath the floor of the cage does slowly opening to either side. "Sorry Dorthy, but you're not in Kansas anymore." Instead of just a pit or anything that might be expected there's space. The endless void of space with earth drifting down beneath them miles and miles and miles below in geosynchronous orbit. "I mean they're welcome to try, but if you ask me?"

     He looks over towards her. "I think if they do they're going to have a bad time."

June Connor has posed:
    June doesn't blink at him not blinking. Of course, as far as chests go, she has hardly enough to look at. Some just don't get the genes. She turns the shirt inside out so that the word's don't show, and pulls it back over her head, staring at him the whole time. She does the same with her shorts and stockings, though the underwear she has underneath is nothing adventurous either. Practical, like any ninja would wear. She pulls the pants on, then strips her belt. She starts to walk to the side of the room, finishing her redress as she does. Since James is in the same room with her, she remains calm. "In space," she says, skeptically. "So now you can take off and people don't feel the G force or something?" She doesn't look like she's written off the possibility, but she isn't exactly certain she wants to believe it either. Rocket science isn't her thing.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodes starts to list as the woman redresses not really gaining any visual entertainment from the whole situation. After all this is just business, and he's working with a prisoner.

     "Giant mushrooms are attacking cities, people can teleport instantaneously from one location to the next, fire lasers from their eyes turn into 12 foot tall giant monsters, Nazi's regularly attack new york city, giant monster attacks happen every other Sunday, robots rob banks all the time, and you mean to tell me it's unlikely the avengers, who have someone that can literally control the fabric of the universe can't put a prison in space?"

     "So," He places his hands down into his pockets walking around the room once. "Tell me again how easy it'll be for them to come get you."

June Connor has posed:
    June looks down into the empty space, and the post from her tongue ring pops out of her mouth, and she chews on it again. "Well, it'd definitely take them longer," she admits. "I guess that's comforting." She looks back. "So what was it you want again?" she asks, stripping her studded belt from the shorts, and threading it through the jeans one loop at a time.