5780/Can we be a thing yet

Can we be a thing yet
Date of Scene:	14 November 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, June Connor

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Slipstream has posed:
The youngest Avenger has been keeping himself busy out on the streets of New York City, picking off car jackers, bank robbers and the occassional jerk that gets too handsy with the community in a violent manner. Slipstream has made a name for himself and it seems that everything is on the up and up The bigger Avengers are taking on this psychic attack, and he has stepped back to let the big brains and magical authorities just give him direction when that time will eventually come. Today though? He is in Gotham, waiting at a burger joint with a dopey look on his face as he sends off a text:

Text: I'm here! Got a bit early. What do you want me to get you?

Dressed in an Avenger's bomber jacket and an Overwatch black shirt with the vigil across his chest, he taps a foot lightly on the ground as he listens to the 50's music in the classic burger joint. He watches the waitresses in poodle skirts, grinning to himself as he appreciates the throwback to history's fashion styles. To him, this is cool.

June Connor has posed:
    There isn't an answer to the text. She isn't on time. Ten minutes late. Fifteen minutes late. Still no answer, still no June.

    At twenty minutes past, she comes blowing through the door of the burger joint like a gust of winter wind. Her hair has grown a little, spiked out in a bit of a punk pixie cut. Her denim jacket is gashed as if by a blade, with some kind of darkened fluid across the left side and her jeans have even more.

    She glances around the burger joint, spotting Drake, and goes straight to the table, sliding in to the other side of the booth. What is that smell? A mix of garbage and human urine radiates from her. Looks like whatever the reason is that she is late, it's probably legitimate. "Hey," she says. "Sorry I'm late."

Slipstream has posed:
Of course. Nothing can be normal between these two. Not even a date out snagging burgers. The sight of her draws Drake's alarm as his eyes widen. The scent and the sight of blood causes him to learn forward quickly. "Shit, June. What happened? Is that your blood? Why didn't you call me and tell me something was going down?" He slides out of the seat and rounds the table to her, investigating her to make sure she is not injured. "Do I need to make a call?" You know, to the big dogs.

June Connor has posed:
    June swats dismissively at the concern. "Stop, just stop, okay?" she sounds a bit annoyed, but then again, she clearly has not had a good evening so far. "I'm fine. It's not blood." She pulls the jacket off, throwing it on the floor next to the booth. "I think it's piss." She has only a tank top beneath it, the left strap hanging loose so that it looks more like a caveman outfit than a shirt, revealing the old Foot Clan tattoo.

    Her left tricep has a massive bruise that looks rather fresh. She pulls her phone from her back pocket, revealing a smashed screen. "Just was workin'. Took longer than it should have. Gotham has some real psychos. Did you know we have giant gorillas here? I didn't."

Slipstream has posed:
"You think it's piss? Someone pissed on you? Like.. a giant gorilla pissed on you?" Drake asks as he wrinkles his nose upwards. "We can go to my hotel and get you cleaned up. Geezus, this city is nuts. Why'd you even move here? Montana is boring and nothing happens there." He rubs a hand along his brow, continuing to look her over with concern. "I really wish that.. just one of these days we'd have a normal one together." His lips tug back into a bit of a grin, though it's obvious he is frustrated.

June Connor has posed:
    "No, I ended up having to roll during a fight with a guy, rolled right through it," June answers. "Don't give me that. You just had your whole team base disappear," she says, as if both matters are not a big deal. "Because it's safe." A burn? Maybe. "But yeah, I smell like shit. Didn't even get that bastard's wallet."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, but our team base disappaers or gets blown up on a monthly basis. It's pretty much weird if something doesn't happen to it." Drake says with a loud snort to her. "But you can't make fun of me. You're the one who rolled around in some dude's piss." His brows raise upwards in amusement. "Why were you trying to get someone's wallet? I thought you said you were working, you know, for your birds group or whatever? Are you seriously stealing from people on the street?"

June Connor has posed:
    "I am," June answers. "But that doesn't pay the bills, y'know? I ain't a squatter, I'm gonna pull my weight. Besides, they were thugs. You beat up thugs too, If I'm already committing assault, what's a little robbery on top of that? They rob other people, Probably isn't their money to begin with anyway."

    She checks the bruise on the back of her tricep. "Damn, that's a good one. Stung like hell. Some vigilante deusche interrupted me, gave me the ninth degree about the Foot, stupid asshole shot me with like a lead paintball or rubber bullet or somethin'."

Slipstream has posed:
"June. Come on.. if you need money, I'll give you money. I am sure your 'super group' isn't going to hit you up for rent if you're out on the street busting bad guys. Two wrongs don't make a right. I don't rob from these guys. I round 'em up for the cops and I move on. But, you know, if you woulda /stayed/ with me, like I begged you too, you'd be an Avenger, with a salary, full benefits, top of the line technology, support, therapy, cool uniforms and me." Drake says with a sigh as he looks down at her bruise, then reaches into his jacket to take out a small medical device. He uncaps it. "Hold your arm out, let me spray it down. Bruise will go away in a bit, so will the pain."

The idea of her being shot causes concern to slide along his face, brows furrowing. It's obvious by the look on his face he is struggling with a great deal of emotions in concern to her. "Do you want me to move out here? I can. And you know I'd do it. We can get our own place and I can back you up on this stuff."

June Connor has posed:
    "Drake, it's sweet, but you're bein' a pussy," she says. "You don't get how much I hate the government. Avengers got government stink all over them. I'm who I am because of people who stand with the system. No thanks, I ain't gonna insult my dad's memory by siding with the fucks that screwed an honest man over. 'Sides, you know me, I'd fuck it up sure as rain. I suck at following rules."

    She holds her arm up so that he can reach the tricep. "And I told you, I ain't squatter. I dont want people takin' pity on me like some homeless bum. What I do isn't all that different than you. I just take my cut. In case you didn't know, it's against the law to go around beating the shit out of people because they deserve it. That's what we call justice."

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, seeing how I'm a certified and sanctioned member of the Avengers roster with a salary paid for by our Government.. or Tony.. then yes, that is different than being some vigilante. You wouldn't fuck anything up, and the Avengers are the good guys. You literally ran with a bunch of assholes called The Foot who killed and stole from people and you left that shit because you knew it was the right thing to do. Would your pops rather you be a member of the Foot, or run with /Captain America/ who is literally the most purest and just person on the planet?" Drake asks with a sigh.

Spraying the wound down, he watches the swelling start to fade. "You don't have to be a squatter if I moved out here and we got our own place. It would be your place too. Why is it ..." He sighs out. "Why do you move in with these losers who treated you like crap and had terrible living situations and you were okay squatting there, but then I give you a chance to have a nice place.. where you can be yourself and make something your home and you reject? Why do you keep... why do you keep rejecting me for?" He asks, his tone strained, emotional. ".. I love you, June. I want to be your partner. We've had each other's backs so many times.. and I know... I /know/ you care about me too. Why can't the tough act just drop for a bit and be real here with each other? Are you scared you're going to fuck me up too? That you're going to screw up and I'll leave you?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Yes." June's answer is direct. "That's exactly what I'm scared of. And you should be too. And just because someone is my friend, it doesn't mean they are a loser. So thanks for that. And come on, I gave you one kiss. That don't mean I'm ready to be movin' in together or getting some picket fence with 2.3 kids and all that. You gotta put the brakes on a little. I don't do that clingy shit. I'm not rejecting you, I just don't need you putting all this pressure like I gotta be on your arm all the time. If you're lookin' for that girl, I ain't her."

Slipstream has posed:
"It wasn't just one kiss, June. You know it." Drake says as he leans back into the booth next to her, staring up at the ceiling. "You shouldn't be scared to hurt me. I've gone through real pain. I've been killed.. pretty sure I was dead.." He slides his hand over hers to squeeze through her fingers. "I'm not looking to get married, June. Just to help give you a life that isn't so fucked up. You don't need to live with those losers, those rapists who were all drugged up and boozed out of their mind so they can get their hands on you. I'm not asking you to be the perfect girlfriend and put a sweater on and a skirt and go to the movies with me." He swallows tightly as he shifts to bring her hand up between his. "I'm just asking you to give me a chance, a real chance, to show that I can be good to you. The best. To help bring you up when you're down. To have your back. To fight with you."

June Connor has posed:
    June doesn't pull away from him squeezing her fingers, but she has a look that seeths with fish-out-of-water syndrome, as if she is out of place in the moment. "I wouldn't be able to do the same for you, Drake. That ain't right. My mom..." she stops for a second. "I'm not her, I don't want to ever be her. She was a bitch who fucked up my dad's life because she only thought of herself, stupid paranoid bitch. I like to think I'm not her. I hate her. But dammit I am. I use and discard. That's all I've ever done." She shakes her head. "And I'm not stayin' with one of those guys. It's the Police commissioner's daughter, if that makes you feel better. Clean-nosed, IT girl. Hates it if I touch her computer."

Slipstream has posed:
"You're not your mom, June. You've been in a bad situation for a long time and you had to do what you had to do. I know it's hard to trust. My dad beat me remember? I never had a mom. She left when I was a kid and I don't even remmeber her face. My dad beat the shit out of me for years until I ran away and lived on the street. If it wasn't for Overwatch, some luck and a friend who hooked me up with the chance of a lifetime, I'd still be out there, maybe dead because I'm not as street smart as you." Drake brings her hand up and kisses her fingers. "You can breathe around me, June. Like really breathe. I see you, June. I really see you, the you behind the walls. You put enough cracks in there for me to peek through and see you. I'll never fuck you over. I'll never hurt you. I'll never be your mom. I'll never be The Foot. I'll be yours, okay?" He does look relieved to hear she is not shacked up with another pervert at least.

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, yeah," June makes a face. "Better scale that sappy back before we start hearing violin music." She shakes her head. "Okay, but I'm still gonna mug sonuvabitches when I want to. They deseve it." She gives a curl of one side of her upper lip into a half-sardonic smile.

Slipstream has posed:
"Fine. But only /really bad guys/. Don't go robbing some guy who is stealing from a grocery store because he has hungry mouths at home. Everyone has a story and not everyone is a bad guy that does bad things." Drake says with a grin, picking up a menu. "I'd put my arm around you but you smell like piss." He teases.

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, would be a bad idea," June agrees. "I'm getting that double quarter-pounder," she says, not picking up the menu. "And I'm gonna go use the bathroom and try to get at least a little of this nasty off me." She gets up, and heads off to do just that.

Slipstream has posed:
Smirking at her, Drake shifts out of the seat so she can slip out of the booth, then gives a stretch of his body. He lifts a hand as a young teen recognizes him and waves to him, and even obliges in a quick selfie and autograph. Fan of OVerwatch, not Avengers. He orders the food at the counter, then brings it back once it's made.

June Connor has posed:
    June comes back, sitting down across from Drake. "So what is the story with the mansion disappearing and all that. They got some thing about the big green monster freaking out. Iron Man compensating for something by making a big suit. Sounds like some serious shit."

Slipstream has posed:
Drake nods his head as he picks a fry off the tray. "To be honest I was in South Korea during the whole thing. We got the mansion back though. Half our shit doesn't work, but from what I hear it got sucked into a dimension called the astral flux. It's so above my head." He says with a chuckle. "But everyone is safe."

June Connor has posed:
    June takes the large burger in both hands, then takes a bite, causing mayo and mustard and ketchup to spill out the back of it onto the tray. "Thishish ish meshy," he comments with her mouth full. She chews and swallows, ignoring a spot of mayo on the corner of her mouth. "Glad everybody is okay I guess. Weird shit."

Slipstream has posed:
Drake reaches out with a finger to swipe the mayo away and licks it off. "Yeah. It would have been pretty scary if someone on the team got hurt. Speaking of, when are you gonna introduce me to your Birds so I can say Hi?"

June Connor has posed:
    June retracts reflexively before she realizes that he was wiping mayo off her face. She looks like she isn't sure she approved of the maneuver. "Um," she says. "Kinda busy fighting ninjas. The Hand had some big upset, and they want to be part of shutting them down while they are still in turmoil. Guess their fearless leader died or bugged out or something. I don't know the details very well. You know the worst of them, that bitch Power Girl is...something. Friend of a couple of them. I swear, if I could kryptonite her ass for ten seconds, it would be enough. Other than that, they seem okay. Got one of those SHIELD agents that likes to ignore the rules, I guess I'm okay with that. They all think they are hot stuff, but need someone like me because none of them...you know, actually KNOW what it's like on the inside of this stuff."

Slipstream has posed:
"So you go from being in The Foot to fighting someone called The Hand? When are we going to go up against The Testicles?" Drake says with a smirk as he twirls a fry about his fingers. "Power Girl isn't that bad by the way. She saved my life a few times when we fought together. I know she can be .. ah .. elitist? But it comes from a good place I think." He listens to the rest, nodding here and there. "So can I meet them? You can introduce me as your really cool Avenger boyfriend, followed by putting me down in the same breath." He knows her well. "Maybe I can help you out with this ninja stuff. I seem to have something of a resume in regards to that."

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, if by good place you mean judgmental assholery," June smirks. "I can see if they would be okay to meet you. Your weird teleport power might help. I usually run infiltration strategies. Who ever thought I'd be part of the brains in an operation? They gotta be crazy a little." She takes another bite out of her burger. "I know one of them will be probably fine with meeting you. She can be a hard ass but doesn't complain when I drink her beer, so we got an understanding I think."

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, Power Girl likes me and you like me." Drake says with a grin to her, tipping a wink before he picks up his burger. "So what are their names? What do they do?" He props his chin up in the palm of his hand, taking a large bite of his burger. "And I can see you being great at creating strats. You play Overwatch obviously." He winks. "Even if you're /now/ in Gold. You dug yourself out of Bronze. You should be pretty proud of yourself. But seriously, you're smart when you apply yourself. You'd be a good field leader." Boyfriend compliments.

June Connor has posed:
    June arches one brow at the compliment. "Uh huh," she says. "Well, Karai always said I'd make a great strategist for the Foot. She may have been an evil bitch, but she knew her shit." She takes another bite, and chews. "Anyway, I'll let them know you want to meet them, we'll see what they say. Doin' stuffl ike this, they can't just let people in on who they are with a whim. And let's face it, me vouching for you only goes so far. They know where I came from."

Slipstream has posed:
"Pretty sure if Power Girl vouches for me it will be fine. She's in the Justice League. She's fought with Superman. I can also put Captain American on Facetime." Drake grins at her. "And having allies is a big deal. We're a Quinjet ride away from bailing you out if something goes sideways and you get into a pickle. You know I'd leap into hell and back for you." He takes another bite, chewing. "So, do you want me to get us a place here? I'd be splitting time between New York and here but at least you'd have a home to go to with air conditoning and what not."

June Connor has posed:
    "Well aren't you just the name dropper," June says. "I am not looking at us moving in together. Don't feel good about it, okay? Don't be so pushy. I got a place now with air conditioning, thanks. You think I'm living in a sewer or something?"