637/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	26 May 2017
Location:	Central Park, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Cyberdragon, Sam Winchester, Melinda May, Black Widow (Romanoff), Lara Croft

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Cyberdragon has posed:
Cyberdragon has been lounging in Central park in an area that is fairly off the beaten path. A place where he might be able to rest in the tree branches. His Colorations altered to match the branches, his texture matching the location. For all intends he looks very much like part of the tree.

But something has drawn his attention, movement below him, A young muffled Cry as some man has grabbed a child covered her mouth and is trying to abscond with her, and this of course will NOT do. Baring his teeth as he moves across the branches and slowly moves down the branches as he gets closer and closer, and just as the guy is in Range

The Tail comes down and instantly wraps around the guy's throaw like steel cables, he gives a gurk as he grabs for his throat and this allows the girl to get her mouth free and issues a scream and call for help. Lifting the guy up as he lets the girl go and run off.

The Dragon Snarls as he asks, "And just what were you going to do to that Child?" he asks his colors returning to normal baring his teeth and his snear as the tail is also slithering down his chest and then the Dragon lifts him up and drops him to thr ground as a resounding crack is heard, his ankle breaks as the dragon decends down on the ground wings spreadingt wide as a deep animalisitc Snarl is heard as if through machine vocal cords, a gun is produced, a .9mm and shots fired, the dragon takes every round as the guy tries to escape the mechanical monster.

"Oh no you are not getting away that easilly." and his tail lashes out hitting his good foot's ankle with the flat of his tail blade like a sledge hammer. The sound of breaking bone issues through the air.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Identification of the threat. That's one of the most important parts of being a Hunter in Sam's estimation. But unfortunately, this one rather defies things. He'd been hearing rumors about a 'dragon', and while he was highly skeptical-- just because he has encountered hundreds of things that shouldn't exist doesn't mean //everything// exists...he saw it as his duty to check it out.

Choosing the right tool for the task? That's the other part of it. And Sam really hopes this isn't a real dragon, because his scouring of the Lore says that killing one takes a sword forged in dragon's blood, or some equally powerful supernatural weapon. He doesn't have any of those.

What he does have is a sawed-off shotgun. He cocks it as he goes running to the sources of the screams and the shots. And...yep. Dragon.

He doesn't hesitate. He raises it, and he fires at the creature, mouth set into a grim, tight line.

Melinda May has posed:
SHIELD Agent Melinda May is walking through Central Park on her way back from speaking with a WAND asset -- an agoraphobic of a clairvoyant who speaks even more cryptically than the old tortoise from that one panda movie. She's still musing over the man's words -- and thanking the powers that be that she recorded everything -- when she hears a child's scream.

Instantly going into full combat mode mentally, May races toward the scream in time to see the little girl running away from a secluded area. She stops and catches the child, gives her a very quick visual once-over, and then she hears the report of a shotgun from the same direction. She passes the child off to a just-arriving beat cop before proceeding toward that secluded area despite the police officer's protest.

She arrives to see a man on the ground, clearly having been attacked by the dragon in the tree, and another man trying to defend the first. She hesitates for about a second, enough to see that the man on the ground has at least one broken ankle and the one defending him is using a highly illegal sawed off shotgun. She's not sure if the dragon tried to snatch the girl as a snack or what, but first order of business first. She darts forward to pull the downed man clear of the dragon.

Cyberdragon has posed:
As the man with the Shotgun comes up behind the dragon, with the black tiger stripes and blood red colors he looks like he could be a demon out of hell. turning around just in time as Sam Winchester comes around behind him and as the gun is leveled he instantly starts to turn bringing his wing up to act like a shield as the shot impacts allowing the depression on the feather like scales to be seen, The shot penetrates the thinner wing area and then it heals as the dragon uses his other wing shielding his lower body.

"So you into abducting little children as well? If that shotgun is smaller than 18 inches I might make you eat it!"

The Guy behind him trying to scrabble away as that bladed tail lashes out to grab him by the leg and keeps him from trying to crawl away. "I did not give you permission to leave kidnapper."

Right now having said that aloud he is hoping that this is a case of mistaken identity. As he flares his wings open revealing himself as his form is a perfect blend of organic, and mechanical. Eyes burn with a golden red light as he turns to the woman behind him and then instantly his tail tightens over that leg not enough to break it but make sure he can't be pulled free of it. Right now the dragon won't bare his talons or arm blades fully. Nothing here he sees can really hurt him, so he won't escilate it the situation unless he has serious reason to...

Sam Winchester has posed:
"What?"

Sam is having a little trouble keeping up with the script, which just flipped. He's being accused of..

Whatever, this is a demon. THEY LIE.

Thus, he starts snarling Latin phrases at the Cyberdragon. Should have grabbed the salt rounds...but he has salt. He grabs a big packet of it out of his jacket pocket and flings it at the dragon, darting back to reposition himself. The spell he's yelling is a binding spell, not an exorcism, mostly because...just //look// at this thing. It does look like a Demonic Manifestation versus Demonic Possession, but...

He's just not sure. And so he's pulling out all the stops, pausing to reload. CLICK CLICK.

Melinda May has posed:
Damnit! The dragon's got a python-esque grip on the man's leg, and he might be a child abductor, but that does not give this creature the right to be judge, jury, and excecutioner. The restrained man's not going anywhere, so May puts one hand to her ear and mutters softly and quickly, "May to HQ. Sentient 084 accosting civilians in Central Park, backup requested. 084 is flight capable. Repeat, flight capable."

Then she's sidling around, to put the dragon roughly between her and the tall young man with the shotgun... but not where she'd be in the line of fire. And then from under the odd-for-nearly-June black jacket she's wearing she produces what looks like a very ordinary length of black silk fabric, similar to the belt from a robe. With weights in the narrow ends.

Cyberdragon has posed:
As he is covered with Salt The dragon actually looks Dumbfounded as he holds up his hand. "Is this Salt?" Cyber informs his host of the translated words and to be careful as the salt and the words spoken are used in magic. And the Dragon says, "Sorry I'm not supernatural. But I understand the mistake." thankfully as he is a Symbiotic alien creature by nature Cyber has no real fear of the binding spell and moves through the area without being effected by the binding circle because it is meant to hold demons. Not Alien symbiotes, still he turns to MAy and when she says that he looks at her narrowing his eyes. The dragon will then pulls the guy with his tail between him and thw two people having arrived then let's of his legs and actually step back?

The Dragon Turns to look at the guy as he narrows.

The Dragon Flexes his claws and his hands as he seems to move back, "Out of curosity on my part, exactly what did you think I was going to do to him other than hold him?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
It's safe to say that Sam has never before been confronted with a creature who apologized and told him that he was not supernatural. He also hears someone vaguely official yelling code words, and...

"Uh," he says, intelligently, even as he raises the shotgun again.

His finger tightens. He wants to shoot again.

But he's well aware there are plenty of mutants out there who look like monsters but aren't. He makes a briefly frustrated face, his mouth forming a quick, grim, embarrassed line.

"Sorry, I-- sorry."

He keeps the shotgun trained on the dragon, but he's step-step-stepping back, perhaps willing to abandon this endevour. From what he's heard the villian of the piece is the guy on the //ground//, and...if the...mutant? isn't going to kill him and...isn't a demon and isn't a dragon for real, then...this isn't even his gig.

And also? Someone who sounds like a //Fed//. That can't be overstated.

He adds all this up and comes up with an answer of 'disengage quick without getting your face ripped off, and leave.'

Melinda May has posed:
The dragon's behavior in reaction to the salt and the latin is a bit surprising, but that only succeeds in moving May's attention over to the young man with the shotgun who is still possibly the child abductor's accomplice. Even if an oddly superstitious one. And he's looking like he's about to rabbit.

The dragon letting go of the downed man is a bit of a relief, but she doesn't let her guard down. He simply might not like the taste of adult human. Too stringy. With a tac team already en route to deal with the dragon, she keeps sidling around the creature, though now she's doing so more to angle and prepare to chase after the Shotgun Kid. She's got questions for him.

Cyberdragon has posed:
as The man with the Shotgun seems to lower his stance from attacking him the dragon says. "Thank you." The voice dispite a metallic and has a reverb to it is honest and sincere? Go figure. The Dragon looks over at the May individual. "If I had wanted to kill he would have already been dead. I caught him Dragging that child off into this remote area. I broke his ankles to make sure he couldn't escape police."

Turning to look at Sam, he says "Now Shotgun guy you might want put the shotgun down or at least on your back before her friends get here, they might shoot you by accident."

The Dragon knows that her forces are on the Way as he stands there looking at May now. "Who do you work for May is it, I've already had one Group express their desire to lay me on a table and take me apart just to find out how I work. I told their agent, No." His Wings Open up like he is about to take flight. He recalls Agent NAtasha Romanov's talk of how SHIELD wants to learn how to take him apart, put him back together.

Still he is seemingly focusing on the pair infront of him as the guy on the ground does indeed try and crawl away. The dragon doesn't stop him leaving him to these two.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Crap. Fed-lady is definitely focused on him.

He opens his mouth, closes it, makes the most Irritated Face of All Irritated Faces (he's really good at those), and then...turns and books it. Does he throw down his shotgun? NO. It has his fingerprints on it, and he doesn't really wanna go there. Instead he goes booking it. Good news, he's not going to shoot anyone else; he doesn't even seem to have an interest in firing at May, in fact. But bad news...

If May wants him, she's gonna have to work for it.

Melinda May has posed:
May was expecting Shotgun Kid to bolt, so she takes off after him almost instantly, the length of black silk left abandoned on the ground. She is definitely got her work cut out for her here. Even if he tries to lose her in the Park's trees, he's got easily a foot of height on her and that translates to length of stride.

One thing Shotgun Kid might not have factored in though, when pegging her as a Fed, was that she's not some FBI pencil pusher. She would never outrun him in a straightline sprint, but this isn't a straight line sprint. And she knows Central Park pretty darned well.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam doesn't. At some point he flings the shotgun into the water, where all physical evidence will be destroyed. It will also be awfully hard to get it back. Not that he has licenses or permits or anything for all the other weapons he's carrying, and he's carrying a lot. Still, it gets his hands free for more running...

Only for him to realize somehow the Fed is barreling towards his flank. He has a moment where he could have tried to throw a punch if he'd wanted. He even raises his fist like he's going to, but then grimaces; apparently not really feeling it. His fist drops.

He looks left, looks right, and tries to cut in another direction. This will mean she easily gets an attack of opportunity on him if he wants it.

Cyberdragon has posed:
The Dragon watches her go after the shotgun guy and he comes over to the guy trying to crawl away. And he pulls out some Thick Store bought Zip ties he will use to grab hold of the Perp on the ground who is begging not to be killed. As he comes up and grabbing him by the wrists to pull them behind his back as he Zipps the tie nice and tightly enough to keep him secure, as he also binds his legs above the ankles.

Grabbing the Sash he will hold it to track the woman down later to return it to ask her who she is and where she is working. More than enough time to have killed the guy.

But when an Id is issued for the perp, he is a known Child killer, The Angel slayer, who kills children and dresses them as innocent angels... Someone who some might have wanted killed, but was delivered to justice.

Once he is sure the perp is secure he will use his wings to flare up into the Sky and get out of Dodge.

Melinda May has posed:
Attack she does. May flies at the young man like a football tackle and tries to turn it into some kind of martial arts tumbling throw in mid-air. She's at a disadvantage in body mass, so she's making up for it here. Hopefully. However that turns out, the moment she hits the ground she rolls clear and back to her feet with the same momentum.

Only downside? The tiny earpiece commlink she was wearing knocks loose and falls to the ground in the middle of that acrobatic takedown attempt.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam Winchester hits the ground with a painful grunt, and rolls...right over her earpiece, which might well crush it. He comes to his feet quickly, giving an irritated huff as he sort of tilts his head to the ground. His hands raise in a boxing stance, but he feints with his right hand, only to attempt to basically leg sweep her with his left foot. He's not as much of a martial artist as she is: he fights like he was trained by a US Marine, which is a far more straightforward style...but he has his tricks.

He's not trying to hurt her. He just wants to dump her so he might gain some distance. That's all he really wants. His eyes blaze in grim fashion, because he has a little bit of a feeling she might be too much for him.

But then.

//Everything// he fights should, by rights, be too much for him. It's never stopped him before. The real disadvantage is his attempt to do this without causing real harm.

Melinda May has posed:
May recognizes the Marine grunt style instantly, and she knows every weakness inlcuded. The right feint is an easy tell, and she turns the momentum of the dodged leg sweep into a taichi style strike aimed at the nerves in the man's left shoulderblade area. The strike is designed to numb his shoulder and arm, if she catches him just right. If he manages to dodge just enough, at worst he'll end up with a bruised scapular muscle.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Gah!"

That would be Sam's pain-noise as May hits those nerves in his left shoulder. He stumbles back, his arm hanging uselessly.

Now he's getting angry. His eyes start to blaze with it, and he rears back his functioning arm. Now he's ready to try to hit her in the face and in the gut. He just wants //out// of here, and he's fighting now with a bit of desperation.

He does have reach and strength, even if the blows aren't fancy, but even now he pulls his punches; all he wants is to get her off of him so he can go. He's in for a penny and in for a pound at this point; what's a few strikes on a federal agent //now//? He's already basically assaulted her.

Melinda May has posed:
Okay, she's got to hand it to the kid. He's gutsy. Stupid, but gutsy. His longer reach and greater strength is something she's trained for literal decades to overcome, so doing go is more than easy enough. Especially when he's already got a giant weight of pins-and-needles for a left arm.

She ducks under and into his next attack, putting herself well inside his reach and using that new proximity to aikido throw him to the ground and maybe even keep him there.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam Winchester is duly thrown. He lets out another soft groan of pain, followed by a grit-toothed sound of defeat.

He may have his moments, but he's not so stupid as to keep struggling past this point. He's panting, breathing heavily from the entire adventure. He blinks his hair out of his eyes and opens his mouth like he thinks he can explain this...and decides he can't.

He shuts right up, exercising his Right To Remain Silent with all due aplomb. He's at least smart enough for that.

Melinda May has posed:
Good. The kid knows when he's beat. She reaches for her earpiece and ... Damnit. Okay, then. Pulling SHIELD issue handcuffs from somewhere inside her jacket (they were made as close to impossible to escape as both Barton and Romanova could manage) she secures Sam's hands behind him and pulls him to his feet.

It's thankfully a short walk to where the SHIELD teams arrived to deal with the dragon who has already disappeared, and to appropriate one of the black SUVs for her own use. She calls ahead to warn that she's bringing in someone for questioning and to have a WAND agent on hand.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam glares daggers as he's frog-marched into the Triskelion by one Melinda May, but he continues to keep his mouth shut. His eyes fairly gleam with that fury, but he isn't like many perps. No smart ass remarks, no calls for a lawyer...

And then there's this moment when he realizes what building they're going into, and for just a second, his face falls and his eyes widen as he realizes the //depth// of the bad luck he is having today, the extent of the trouble he is absolutely in.

Great.

He drops his head and closes his eyes, giving a visible swallow.

Melinda May has posed:
May marches the ridiculously tall young man straight through to a security holding room and lets the guards there get him situated in the room. All possessions beyond clothing have been confiscated and the high-tech cuffs are now keeping him seated at the plain table there though with just enough slack to allow him to drink from the plastic cup of water they left there.

In an adjacent monitoring room, May is getting Lara and Natashe caught up on what brought them here. "... then I called in the 084, and his reaction on top of his use of salt and Latin told me he's likely more than just some creepy child molester's wingman." One of the guards bring in the kid's belongings, incuding an almost May-level number of concealed weapons and a battered, well-used notebook.

"Nat, do you want to talk to him first? The moment I had him down he clammed up." She knows that lack of verbal responses won't stop the Widow from gleaning information from the kit.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Looking though the glass window at the man within, Natasha gives a nod. "Were you the good cop or the bad cop, May?" she asks curiously, glancing over at the belongings. The battered journal gets her attention. Each is given a quick visual once over then she's looking back into the room. Now she is focusing on the man more closely, taking in the clothing, his body language. Even micro-expressions are read while he waits, surely knowing they are watching him. Only a fool wouldn't. He doesn't strike her as a fool. He's already clammed up but she also saw the cameras when he was brought in, saw the reaction. "I'll see what I can do," she says, heading toward the door that will lead to the hallway.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara had arrived back at the Triskelion this morning, she'd had with her a seven and a half foot tall gnarled-wooden 'wizard's staff' that looked like something you might see at a Comic Con Cosplay Contest... but it had in-fact been a legitimate dark magic user's staff... It'd been a dirty fight, but she'd acquired it and processed it with SHIELD (Its a long story!).

Now, called into this observation room, Lara's eyes looked over the belongings that had been set out. She went straight for the Journal. "My word." She said softly as May and Natasha spoke, giving a glance through the window to the man that had been brought in. "He's a child molestor?" She asked. "He looks like an underwear model."

Lara picked the journal up and started to thumb through it, growing more and more 'in' to what she was reading within its pages and it showed on her face.

Sam Winchester has posed:
The weapons were as follows:

One dagger, razor sharp. One switchblade. One 9 mm. pistol. One crowbar. One set of brass knuckles. He was also carrying salt in massive quantities, a maglight, several sets of ammo, including one that was filled with rock salt, a silver butter knife with no edge at all, chalk in red, white, and black, and a very good lock pick set. Nothing in that journal indicates child molestation tendencies, but then you never know.

The clothing is simple. Jeans. Red t-shirt. A canvas jacket over that, in brown. Combat boots.

His credit cards don't match the name in the wallet at all. He in fact has three sets, made out to all different male names.

Body language? He's scared, but he's someone who has been trained never to show fear. He tries to hide it with anger. His face clenches and he makes an effort not to look at the cameras, or where he thinks the two-way mirror might be. He's breathing heavily, and occasionally his micro-expressions say he's angry at himself for being in this predicament at all.

His body language says he's bracing for the worst. The absolute worst. He expects this to go not just badly, but catastrophically, and he is grimly gearing up to survive whatever comes.

Melinda May has posed:
May watches from the observation room as Lara becomes far too engrossed in that notebook. She's got a commlink with Natasha, so she can give her additional information as she gets it, including the young man's name on this... yeah, this is fake id. It's a pretty good one, though.

"Alias is Brian Johnson, Nat. Ask him how Malcolm is doing."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara paced a bit as she read the journal, holding it on her forearms until she had to flip a page or examine something within the thing that was jam-packed with occult information. "May, this thing is remarkable." She told her superior with a voice of disbelief. "I cannot, here, confirm if any of it is actually legitimate, or if its the ramblings of a mad man... or just some fancy fake... but it looks to hold a measure of a--" Lara cut herself off when she saw the three letter word.

She looked up and over at May. "Try calling him Sam." She said then, the irony not lost on her that that name is quite important to her... being that it belongs to her best friend.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
The door to the room Sam's waiting in opens. The figure that enters may be a little different from what he expected.

The petite redhead is dressed in her work gear, tha black bodysuit with her gauntlets, holsters on both hips although there are no guns in them at this time. Not supposed to have them in the interrogation rooms after all. Natasha walks in with a quiet confidence that belies her 5'3" frame.

If he can read people, he'll know this is a woman who is completely confident in her abilities. She's comfortable with her skill set, probably not one to be intimidated by anything.

Including a giant child molestor. Or kidnapper. Whatever he is.

She pulls out the chair across from him, settling in and watching him with quiet curiosity.

"Sam," she says in a soft alto voice, almost friendly in tone. "You seem to have had quite the day so far." She gives a soft smile, nodding toward the cuffs he is wearing. "We'd like to get this situation resolved as quickly as possible and your cooperation will be necessary to do that. I have one side of the story. I would like to hear yours."

Sam Winchester has posed:
He swallows, hard, when she uses his real name. He clears his throat a little. Two tells right there that say they've hit on it.

He studies the woman before him. His leg starts moving up and down beneath the table, a nervous tic, nervous energy. He's ascertained that he can't pick these locks. He's ascertained that he's very screwed.

'Your side of the story' is an awfully easy trap to fall into. He knows it. Oh how he knows it.

On the other hand, they haven't read him his rights. Maybe he can talk his way out of this. And if he can't?

Is he really any worse off?

He still has that air of bracing for the worse. She's not intimidated by him, but he's tense. He's intimidated by her. He fully expects her to start beating the ever loving crap out of him at any moment. It shows in the way his muscles tense, as if he's readying to take a blow despite her kindly demeanor.

His voice is a little hoarse as he speaks. "Yeah. Yeah. Ok."

Melinda May has posed:
Even May can read those tells. This kid's scared witless, way more so than she thinks the situation actually warrants. What's his story? There's got to be a clue here somewhere. The truly odd assortment of weaponry -- like the butter knife -- is what May focuses on while Nat works her magic on Sam. Speaking of the butter knife, why this? She picks it up to examine, then says to Lara, "This is solid silver."

Silver, salt, the array of weaponry, all clearly well cared for, it's indicative of something. May's not entirely sure yet what.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara glanced over to look at Natasha when she started to speak to the man in the IR. He didn't deny his name was Sam... so that seemed to play-out. At May's words, however, the young British woman looked back at her and the knife. "May." Lara started. "This journal... compendium even... is esentially a physical 'wikiepedia' on all things Monsters." She nodded to the knife then.

"Silver is a key element in the battle against the supernatural." She added, glancing back toward the IR window. "Its mentioned in here that its used for Shapeshifter detection, werewolves..." And her brown eyes returned to her Superior. "I've heard tell that Silver can be used against evil spirits as well. Bacteria also cannot live on silver, but... thats just..." Lara's eyes looked back down onto the journa. "A random throw away factoid..." She muttered that last part and turned to pace the other direction as she read more.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Interesting. Why he thinks she's going to start beating him is anyone's guess. Typically they try to avoid those tactics. Typically. The tics are noted and she adds them to the personal assessment she is making.

Natasha's expression doesn't change from that small smile but she nods. "Good. I already know the basics of the situation. I just want to know what your part was. The boy. The man. Tell me what happened. And Sam? Please don't waste my time or yours by lying to me."

She can spot a lie. It's one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. She's been trained to hide her own tells, to the point she can actually fool a lie detector. So she'll be paying special attention to everything he says and does.

Sam Winchester has posed:
He swallows again.

Then he gives a wry smile.

"You're not going to believe me. I didn't see a boy."

And he didn't, because the child was sent to run away before he entered the scene.

"I saw a draconic or perhaps demonic creature attacking a human, of a sort I had never classified before. When I realized he was just a mutant and the man was some sort of -- he said the guy hurt kids? -- I backed off. But your Agent chased me."

He gives a wry, humorless smiles. "Sammy's terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day I guess.

He is telling the absolute truth. Or, at least, the absolute truth as he believes it.

He sighs, and slumps back. "I hit her though, I can't deny that. I just wanted to get away." It's that last admission that makes him think he's truly screwed, but...he sees less reason to lie about that than the rest. "Though I think that hurt me more than it hurt her." He rolls his aching shoulder a little bit, grimacing.

But see, after a story like that? One he expects the redhead to think is so much bullshit?

Yep, he tenses again, readying himself. Like he's perhaps been beaten before. Or even beaten for information, before.

Melinda May has posed:
"He fights like a Marine, Nat. Technique's outdated, though, I'd say by about fifteen or twenty years. And Croft is getting starry-eyed over the notebook he had on him." May's assessment of his fighting style likely tells Natasha that she holds no hard feelings about Sam trying to hit her.

"See if you can find out why he's carrying a compendium of ways to kill supernatural creatures." She glances at Lara again. "I'm pretty sure all of WAND is going to want their hands on this notebook."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara looked in again on Natasha and the Monster Hunter / Child Pyncher. "He might be telling the truth on this one scenario." She said in a soft tone of voice. "Though I can't vouch that he wouldn't say anything in this situation." She looked over to Melinda. "By all rights, he appears to be a freelance monster hunter." She said, nodding to May's words about the book.

"I would believe that to be true, yes." She said. "We should copy as much of this down as possible so that its not stuck in just this one... hastily-thrown-together source." She looked back to the book again and paced a little more. "Those within Big Red's division will be particularly eager to see this." And when she said that, she was of course referring to Hellboy's division that worked out of the basement.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
The information from May is noted. She doesn't acknowledge it outwardly but she's work with May long enough, the other agent is aware she's processing.

She listened through his tale without interrupting, surprised to find that he does tell the truth, as he perceives it. He was trying to help someone being attacked. Simple enough. The choice of words though...

Natasha stands, moving around the table toward him. She already has seen his reactions and she makes her own movements slow and deliberate. A showing that she means no harm. It's a gut instinct she's acting on here. She reaches down and unfastens the cuffs. "Don't try anything stupid. I'm not as nice as I look," she murmurs as she takes the cuffs with her back to the opposite side of the table.

"Tell me, Sam, just how many dragons or demons have you encountered? What's up with that book you're carrying?" Because with his words that it was a draconic or demonic creature he hadn't classified before--he's apparently done so in the past.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam is //very// still as she approaches, and unlocks the cuffs. This produces a look of surprise, and a bit of gratitude, though he's quick to wipe both off his face.

He slowly rubs at his wrists, returning circulation to his hands, and then holds them up. He is not stupid enough to try anything //here//, in the belly of SHIELD, no matter //how// nice she looks.

He swallows and says, "Uh, not too many dragons, which is good, because I don't have the right weapon. There's only six in the world. Demons?"

He gives a humorless smile. "My life is lousy with demons. I can't even give you a count, ma'am."

If he's going to be humored, or even believed? He won't look a gift horse in the mouth. "It's my Dad's journal. Well. A copy. I'd really appreciate getting it back if you don't decide to...hold me. Forever. It means a lot to me."

Melinda May has posed:
Dad's journal. That explains a few things. May would almost be willing to bet money that that's who taught him to fight. But it also raises a valid question.

"If this is a copy, where is the original?"

Turning to Lara, she adds quietly, "What do you think, Lara? Is the intel there worth enough to WAND's director to offer this kid a job?" He's said it in so many words. His book, it'll be leaving with him when he walks. Maybe if they can offer him a carrot, he might consider sharing the intel.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara continued to look through the journal, though she really would prefer to use the word compendium if someone pressured her on it! Lara eyed over the newspaper articles that were clipped out, or copied into the book. She plucked out an old photograph and turned it over to show it to May. "This must be 'dad'." She said, as the photo was of a mother and father with their two young children, likely two boys though the youngest was so young it was hard to tell for sure.

Lara exhaled then and she closed the book and set it back down upon the table where the weapons were. "I think he's a vigilante." She said then. "Maybe offering his 'expertise' to those in need." She crossed her arms over her stomach rumping the fabric of the dark navy blue SHIELD jacket she was wearing. She looked at Sam through the window. "He seems to be particularly obsessed with Demonic entities." She then looked over to May and shook her head back and forth. "I'm not convinced that Director Fury would find any of this very compelling, as there's seemingly no Demonic 'threat' that would motivate his attention."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Either he's crazy or he's telling the truth.

The question is which?

"So you've dealt with dragons. And demons. And whatever other supernatural stuff you have in that journal of--your father's you said?" She doesn't actually wait for an answer. "What do you do with all this knowledge? Just collect it to file away in that book or something more proactive?"

That's a nice way to put it. Even as they are speaking, his image is being run through databases to try and find out who he really is. Facial recognition since he hasn't been printed. After all, he's not been charged with anything although that Battery to LEO is still pending.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Facial recognition probably links him with a dozen identities in a dozen states, but never for very long. Often, when names ping, they are literay characters, rock and roll names, occasionally movie characters obscure enough to keep people from immediately getting the reference. Sometimes these are linked with professions. Reporter. FBI Agent. Priest. Psychologist.

One pings on a Sam Winchester, a Stanford University student who was set to go to lawschool, once. A full ride, to Stanford Law. One year ago.

None of these identities is older than a year.

Sam lowers his hands, but only to shift his position in the chair. He studies Natasha.

Then he says, at last, "I save lives. When I can."

No lie here. Total conviction. It's what he does.

Something crosses over his face.

He saves lives, when he can.

He mourns them. When he cannot.

Melinda May has posed:
May personally has no intention of pressing charges. Whether SHIELD does so on her behalf or not... depends. When Lara finds a photo in the notebook, May taps it once. "Run facial recognition on the parents," she tells Croft.

When the facial recognition data pings, May quickly relays a few highlights to Natasha, notably the one about Stanford. This kid is becoming more and more of an enigma by the minute, and May doesn't usually care for enigmas.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara still had the family photo in her hand when May suggested to scan it. She would spend the next little bit of time doing just that with another SHIELD tech in the room with them. She could hear Natasha and Sam's words in the other room and she glanced back to May. "Leverage him." She said. "For his last name confirmation. Tell him we have a family photo here, give us his last name and we can ensure he gets at least that-much back from the compendium. If its as dear to him, as it would be to me... it might work."

She looked back to the computers in the room that the tech was working on then and placed her hands upon her hips.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
That instant does it for her. That moment.

Natasha knows how that feels. It is why she is the way she is. Why she tries to keep people at a distance. Few ever getting close.

Her voice drops slightly as she looks directly in Sam's eyes. Her own are open, letting him see she has those same shadows on her soul. "That's all any of us can do." A moment of understanding. Of comraderie.

Then it's as though a switch is thrown and the light, serious but comfortable back in place as though the other never happened. She doesn't press for more information. Things that cause those kinds of scars are private and she won't push for them. "This may seem an odd qustion but would you share your experetise on these matters with SHIELD?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Facial recognition on the children in the photo, of course, gets nowhere at all. But it pings on the parents. John Winchester, a Marine. Mary Winchester, with no recorded profession. John's service record would probably pop right up. An honorable service record, a good one.

A family very derailed.

Natasha shows him that moment of empathy. His own eyes soften. He remembers that really, SHIELD is supposed to be some sort of agency dedicated to protecting people too. It's a moment that builds trust, that relaxes his shoulders, which finally, //finally// eases that last bit of fear away from him.

He hesitates for a moment, trying to think through all the implications. Dean might be a little pissed, but...

"If it helps you help people, then-- yes."

Melinda May has posed:
Sam's willingness to cooperate with SHIELD is the best thing May's heard since before she stepped into that clairvoyant's stuffy little apartment. His 'predictions' were all negativity and depression, not that May believes any of it in the first place. But it's still annoying as hell to have to listen to.

She looks at the results of the people in the photo and relays to Natasha again.

"Parents are John and Mary Winchester. Father was a Marine -- no surprise there -- mother was a homemaker. She died in a house fire before his first birthday, arson suspected. After that John and the kids fell off the radar." And that's when something occurs to her.

"Nat, ask him where his brother is."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara turned from the computers and walked back to where Sam's belongings were. She eyed the items on the table. "We should run the serial on the handgun." She idly said aloud then before going back to the book which was picked up once more to have a closer look at the newspaper clippings inside, she hadn't looked deeply into them and it was itching on the back of her mind now.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Thank you," Natasha says as she rises from her seat. She takes two steps toward the door, when she apparently has another thought.

"I almost forgot to ask. Why would you walk away from a full ride at Stanford, Sam? That sounds a little bit crazy to me."

Now he knows they are figuring it out, who he is, piecing it together little by little. How much information they have is a mystery but if they have that much, the probably have a lot of the known facts. If not all of them. It's the unknown they are trying to figure out.

She turns to face him more fully.

"And where's your brother?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
He gives a little smile, a sad one.

They'll find it eventually. He looks towards the window, where he knows, now, they are relaying information. "Jessica Moore," he says, in resigned fashion. They'll bring up her death by arson too, right in his apartment. This time, the fire marshall felt like the point of origin was, impossibly, on the ceiling. Sam is listed as a victim of attempted murder by arson.

Natasha asks about his brother though, and he shuts right down. "Don't know."

It's true and it's not. He doesn't know where Dean is rightthisverysecond. He does know how to get to Dean if he needs to.

But it doesn't take a master person reader to know he would throw away his freedom, his sanity, his very life if it meant protecting Dean. He'll turn over his intel. He'll cooperate to a point, telling them most of what they want to know.

But he doesn't trust them enough, yet, to let them anywhere near Dean. A stubborn, iron core becomes immediately evident. This subject is a non-starter for one Sam Winchester.

Melinda May has posed:
May watches the expressions on Sam's face. Okay, this kid is an enigma wrapped in a conundrum wrapped in a burrito. But, she now has a pretty good idea what's at the core: his brother.

"Nat, I think we have enough for now." She turns to Lara again. "Can you get WAND consultant paperwork drawn up for this kid? I'm pretty sure he'll help, but we need something in writing or he'll go to ground faster than you can blink."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara was eyeing the book when May spoke up with the question for her. She then closed the book again and set it aside. "Yes, of course." She replied before moving toward the exit to the observation room. She paused though and regarded May. "I'm not sure he's a team player though." She offered quietly. "But I guess we'll find out." And with that she'd move to leave the room and go prepare the paperwork.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
The change is very telling. His brother is his weakness.

"It was just a question, Sam," Natasha says in that same light tone, another smile lighting up her face. "I'm not going to be hunting him down or something." She does make a mental note of his reason for leaving Stanford, intending to check into it further to understand. A free ride to such a prestigious insitution. Doesn't make sense.

"If you don't mind waiting here, I need to consult with my associates and we'll see about getting you out of here."

With that, she exits back to the hallway then circles to the observation room, looking to May and Lara.

"If he's not crazy as a loon, he's telling the truth and he may be very helpful to us."

Sam Winchester has posed:
It wasn't just a question. Melinda might have thought Sam an idiot, but he's not, and it shows. His stubborn jawline remains, even as he relaxes a bit for being let 'off the hook,' so to speak. He sighs and scrubs his fingers through his long hair, flicking some dirt off of his face from where Melinda took him down. He stays in his seat though, makes no sudden moves, doesn't even take enough advantage of the loosening of his leash to pace around the room. He has a certain patience about him, even as he mantles over the very name of his brother.

He certainly has no idea he's about to be recruited as an asset. He is, in fact, only mildly hopeful that they're going to let him go. They can see that writ large on his face.

Melinda May has posed:
May nods to Natasha as she shares her quick assessment of Sam and then takes her leave. And since Lara is getting the consultant paperwork ready, she picks up the notebook. Making sure the photo is tucked back into it (though very likely not in the same place it had been before), she carries it around to the room where the young man still sits.

Upon entering, she sets the notebook down on the table for him with a care that indicates respect, and then offers, "We'll make sure all of your other effects are returned to you as you're leaving." Because while she and Natasha always walk around armed to the teeth, letting a relative unknown quantity such as Winchester do so is not a risk she's not willing to allow.