6372/Definitely A Bar Fight!

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Definitely A Bar Fight!
Date of Scene: 05 February 2019
Location: Bronx Bar
Synopsis: Steve Rogers just wants to enjoy his ale. We can't have that.
Cast of Characters: Morrigan MacIntyre, Black Panther, Captain America, Deadpool




Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
It's a hole in the wall bar in the Bronx that sports some old school flare and old newspaper stories on the wall of times gone by. Maybe the nostalgia is what draws Steve Rogers in. It's a Monday, so there's not a huge crowd. There are a few people in the bar that are trying to argue about who won the World Series in 2020. None of them can remember, but it sure wasn't the Cubs as someone states vehemently that it was the team that did. All in all it's a good place to sneak in and have a beer or three and not get too much attention called to themselves. Hopefully.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther was out and about town this evening. He'd contacted Steve, and finding out he was in the area already anyway, was more than happy to meet up with him. T'Challa arrives at the door, wearing a black sweater with a gleam of silver about his neck suggesting a necklace beneath it. Black jeans, with some sort of unusual and stylish footwear lacking a manufacturer label. There might at times be a bit of thermal underwear that shows at the sleeve of the sweater. Spotting Steve, T'Challa makes his way over to join him. "So this is where you go to relax?" he asks as he looks around the small bar. He offers Steve his hand in greeting. "You missed the fun tonight."

Captain America has posed:
In between the end of his shift at the Triskelion and on his way home to the mansion, Steve elects to drop in to this bar in particular. Here, no one seems to either remember him or recognize him -- both are fine. A break in anonymity is always a blessing. He'd rather not show up on the subReddit about Captain America sightings around the city again anytime soon. A text sent off to one Wakandan prince is received.

He's currently tucked into a booth nursing a Kilkenny Red in a stein, idly watching the news on TV. He wears his usual leather bomber jacket and jeans. Upon noticing movement, he glances over at T'Challa and lifts a hand in greeting.

"One of the places," he replies as he shakes T'Challa's hand and gestures to the seat across from him. "What fun did I miss?" By his tone, he's dubious of the word 'fun'.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
T'Challa isn't that hard to miss and there's a look from one of the waitresses as she approaches the table, "What can I get you to drink this evening?' she asks the man. Then there's a look to Steve, "You still doing okay over here?" she asks him.

There's a woman with long red hair that managed to duck in while people were arguing over sportsball. She removes her sunglasses and takes a seat at the end of the bar. There's a wave to the bartender on duty, "Guinness please."

Deadpool has posed:
"Are we being /incognito/?" is the loud stage-whisper from the booth just behind Steve. Promptly, the occupant twists around, knees on the booth seat, to look down over the back into Steve's booth. The man is mostly ordinary, a tall and fit guy with light hair and eyes (Yes, image inducer, of course). He's apparently wearing some average and boring clothes, a very nondescript gray ball cap (you know the sort, the sort that makes you invisible in malls), complete with some dark sunglasses.

Wade drapes his forearms on the back of the booth, resting chin on the back of one hand, in his entirely unaware (or uncaring?) and extremely intrusive way. "I totally didn't follow you. I was here first. Are you stalking me?" Wade asks, cheeky, towards Steve, wrinkling his nose.

"Because I'm okay with it."

Brightly, Wade looks towards T'Challa. "Hello," he says, with a wave of palm.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther takes a seat at Steve's booth. "A glass of your best whiskey please," T'Challa tells the young woman who takes his order. He looks back over to Steve and says, "The only one small bruise sort." He waits for the waitress to depart before saying, "Encountered someone tonight. I had a poor impression of him, from the news. He claimed otherwise. And that he has helped the team before." T'Challa lowers his voice even further to add, "Spider-Man. Do you know much of him?"

T'Challa looks up then as Wade pops over the seat. Seeing that Steve and the man seem acquainted, the Wakandan just looks on with a curious expression, letting Steve respond to him. A glance is given towards the red head, though his attention stays on Wade for the most part.

Captain America has posed:
"I'm good, thank you," replies Steve to the waitress after T'Challa puts in his order. He lifts his stein of Kilkenny Red to accent his point; it's still two-thirds full and cold to boot. He listens to the information imparted to him from the King and then frowns. "Spider-Man... Kid from Queens, right? Red and blue suit?"

However, that loud whisper is more than enough to draw his attention. Ducking a little, Steve then turns to give the man a stern look of disapproval. That expression quickly turns to confusion and then the flash of recognition can be seen in his eyes. "I'm not stalking you, Wade," he grumbles. "Chance encounter." Noting T'Challa silent interest in the Merc-in-disguise, however, the Captain is the gentleman and adds towards T'Challa in bland if polite introduction, "King T'Challa of Wakanda, please meet Wade, otherwise known as Deadpool."

He briefly considers the arrival of the red-head at the bar, but the presence of Wade directly behind him is an effective distracter.

Deadpool has posed:
It's like Wade was just given a puppy. He manages not to bounce, but his energy is quite possibly electric. "Spider-Man chat? It's like you knew I was here," flirts Wade towards Steve, reacting very positively to the swing in conversation. "I know all of the things, but a lot of it is super personal so it needs to stay on the down low and I have no idea who you are, so even moreso," Wade prattles in a pulse of chatter.

"Until now. King? Holy shit. Should I kiss a ring or something? You're my first King that wasn't like, a shadow king or supervillain. Unless you are one of those. I'm available for hire, depending on the jobs; I don't take ones that require me to kill Captain America, though." He also leans WAYYYYY over, to put a hand over Steve's shoulder to make an attempt to shake T'Challa's hand from this really terrible position. He ends up partially up on the back of the seat cushion to reach, but there's some rather incredible acrobatic balance afoot, so he doesn't fall headlong forward. Though if T'Challa pulled at all, they'd probably have a Wade more directly falling into their midst.

Not to worry, though, Wade climbs back down on his own side. "Okay, too much excitement. I'm going potty. DO NOT start a barfight without me," Wade says, dodging out of his booth, around the redhead--"Can I get a Pink Squirrel please at my table?"---, and heading into the restroom abruptly.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Sure thing Doc." is the reply given to Morrigan from the bartender. The waitress that was taking orders for the table gives a nod to T'Challa, "Coming right up." she tells him. Then there's a blink at Wade, "What the hell is a Pink Squirrel?" she mutters under her breath. But somehow they manage to find something about it on the internet!

Morrigan gives a bit of an eyebrow quirk at the sound of names and things. The woman with the bright violet eyes looks a bit amused at something, probably Wade.

A few of the people down the way that have gone quiet, right before they turn their gaze to Steve. Oh dear. "Hey, buddy." one of the younger guys sitting at the bar snap their fingers in Steve's direction. "You aren't that guy that wears the spangly outfit and the shield, right?" he asks.

Black Panther has posed:
T'Challa confirms Steve's description of Spider-Man with a nod. But then other matters take the focus of the conversation. When Steve first mentions the name Wade before the formal introduction, T'Challa gets a sudden look of understanding. Apparently Wade's reputation has preceded him at least as far as T'Challa.

"No ring kissing is needed," T'Challa says, words delivered in a soft, precise way and with a soft chuckle added in. "Just a hello like anyone else is perfect." The Wakandan shakes Wade's hand as it is offered, rising in part so Wade does not fall into their midst. Steve is given a grateful look at having given the introduction, T'Challa sitting back down as Wade goes off to the men's room.

The African man turns to the waitress and says, "Miss, you can put his... beverage, on my tab." T'Challa looks back to Steve, murmuring something quietly to himself. "There were some high tech weapons," T'Challa says, getting back to the Spider-Man topic. "He helped stop thieves. Though I thought he was perhaps taking them himself. He claimed this news person has it against him. I am pleased to hear my instinct to trust him was correct."

The comment called over from the bar causes T'Challa's eyes to drift that way, though without turning his head. He doesn't say anything, letting Steve handle the matter as he chooses.

Captain America has posed:
Steve has that severely polite expression on his face now, as Wade leans across his shoulder. He then leans to one side to allow the handshake to occur, sipping at his beer in the process. Once Wade has excused himself from the conversation at hand, he sighs and looks back to T'Challa, flicking his eyebrows in exasperation.

"Weaponry...?" he then murmurs, glancing to one side as he rifles through his memory. Has any report come across his desk recently that coincides with the kid from Queens and burglary... However, yet another stranger interjects.

The Captain gives the man snapping at him a small frown. His gaze falls to the hand and back to the man's face before he replies, "No, you've got me confused with someone else," affecting a light laugh to boot. "That's a compliment though, thanks."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
The guys at the bar listen to Steve, but something is muttered and then there's a look back to Steve, "Man, you look just like him." the one states. One of the guys pipes up though, not giving them a break, "Aren't you King...T'Chimichanga's or something?" a blonde haired younger man looks to T'Challa. Drunk youngsters were usually a dime a dozen in the Bronx. Sadly they just were not going to give up easily. The one that addressed Steve stands up and starts to approach the booth, "If he's the newest Avenger..." the he looks between Steve and T'Challa.

Maybe drunks did put two and two together.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther seems more than content to let Steve handle it. American bar rooms are not quite his forte. Even if he likely spent a fair amount of time in British pubs while he was in attending school.

The question directed at himself causes T'Challa to glance over to the men. "Evening," he says, in his best Midwestern American accent, and gives a laugh and points over as if the men are making a good joke with him. He looks back to Steve and clears his throat. He says, voice much softer so his accent does not carry, "Next time? We should wear hats?" he asks with a soft chuckle. "Would it be best to depart now?" he inquires, not looking back over to the men, hoping to avoid their taking further notice of himself or Steve.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's lips roll at the misnomer given to T'Challa and he tucks his chin as if it might hide how he fights to school himself to propriety again -- one must not laugh at kings, after all. He glances up at the other man across the table from him and nods subtly.

"Hats or sunglasses. Dunno why it works, but it does..." However, before he can make to begin to move from his seat (and leave his Kilkenny Red behind, woe!), the young and very drunk man is approaching. Steve simply sets his face in that mask of cool politeness yet again.

"You're confused," he repeats himself to the young man. "We're just trying to have a drink in peace. D'ya'mind?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Now that's just rude, my friend asked a question man." The third drunk guy decides to just barge on over. He bumps a table on the way over, spilling the drinks of the two men sitting there. They aren't that small either. "And we do mind." the one that originally addressed them speaks up.

One of the men at the table that's had their drink spilt shoves his chair back, knocking it over, "What the fuck is your deal?" he growls out.

Welp. There goes the quiet drinking plan.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther's eyes roam the room quickly, noting the backdoor. He looks over to Steve and says, "Past time to be going." T'Challa will stand up slowly from the booth. If the men who came over are facing him rather than the new source of disturbance, T'Challa holds up a hand in a small disarming wave and with a little nod of his head towards them. Trying to avert the likelihood it might seem like he's popping up aggressively.

"Let me buy a round for everyone," he says. "I am sure there is a game on worth watching," he says. "The Knicks, right?" T'Challa knows enough to know the right team. He doesn't know they are in last place though and probably the last thing anyone wants to watch. It was a good try.

Captain America has posed:
Steve lifts his hands as he too rises to stand before the table of his booth. "You heard the man -- a round for everyone. But not the Knicks," the Captain's sure to amend with a little wince towards the king. He knows just enough that to mention the team is not the best idea at this point in time. "We don't need to turn this into a scene. It's been quiet. Drinks," and he gestures back at his own beer.

As Wade reappears from the bathroom, the Captain's eyes grow a touch wide. Very carefully, he shakes his head towards the man. Of course the gathering of drunkards around them look like an imminent bar fight!

Deadpool has posed:
Wade approaches up behind the other men from the bathroom in a jolly manner, looking for his Pink Squirrel.

And a chair goes flying in front of him, though all he had to do was just pause. Wade raises a hand and waves at Steve. "I got this!" he yells to the Captain. Thumbs up. And suddenly turns and unloads a hard backhanded slap across the guy that just stood up.

"LANGUAGE!" Wade thunders.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
The guys looked like they might have taken T'Challa up on his buying a round of drinks. But Wade 'Fucking' Wilson destroys those hopes with the resounding smack that is heard through out the bar. And then everything falls into CHAOS! The man that was backhanded crashes over a table and rolls over a few times. The other three look at the man that was backhanded and then they decide that it's time to try to get hits in. One goes for Deadpool, one at T'Challa and there's a poor poor soul that takes a sloopy swing at Steve.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther looks over to Steve with a nod at the correction, grateful for the save. He'll have to start checking the box score on the local basketball clubs. Seeing the looks on the men's faces, T'Challan feels a proud swell as once again diplomacy has averted what could have been violent-

Oh for the love of Bast. Wade.

T'Challa finds himself dodging punches. His head sways left to avoid one punch and then right to avoid another. "I would rather not fight you-" he manages to get out before a punch right up the middle has to be blocked to the side by hard block that likely bruised the man's arm.

The Wakandan lets out a sigh. "And I prefer burritos," he tells the man as T'Challa gets hold of his hand and applies a painful wristlock that will encourage the man down to the ground to try to relieve the pressure.

Captain America has posed:
"Wade!" The Captain says his remonstration aloud as he watches the first hit go down. Oh yes -- it's a bar fight. The youngster who swings at him is clearly three shots too many into his drinking escapade and the haymaker goes wildly past his nose. Steve rocks back out of reach and then executes a shove grounded in the premise of martial arts -- what goes in a direction continues in a direction with application of additional force. There the kid goes, bouncing off the floor in the process, and Steve frowns. He then glances up at Wade and points a sudden, imperious finger as he remembers something on the fly.

"NO KATANAS!"

Deadpool has posed:
"He fucking swore though," Wade defends himself towards Steve as he gets the judging 'Wade'; upset, pointing. Point /point/! He looks at the man coming to engage him without interest at first, mostly turned towards Steve, upset by the reception. That is, until a punch is aimed at him, and /then/ the man has more of Wade's attention.

"Don't touch me, I saw you in the restroom, you didn't wash your hands," gripes the mercenary, dodging away and batting at his adversary childishly. "That's like just asking for me to escalate. And my escalator goes waaaay up past lingerie, into household furnishings, and up to the roof --where this weird metaphor goes to die of exposure. And katanas."

NO KATANAS? "I have so many things worse than my ---Hey! I love burritos too, let's bond!" chimes Wade. He is still dodging his opponent like a weird bouncing acrobatic puppet. "Almost as much as tacos and chimichangas. It's really a-- DO NOT interrupt me," Wade says, finally kicking upwards in an excessive kick of toes to chin, to clip the man's teeth together with a resounding clack. "I knew you were thinking it."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's eyes go wide and then the woman hears the sound of bottles breaking. Ahahaha...NO! She's not getting involved in this mess. She gives a look to the bartender and then crawls over the bar, taking her drink with her. She peeks over the counter to watch the fight though. Because you don't pass that up. Then she catches the scent of blood and there's a moment she closes her eyes. Damn bar fights.

The men that have been smacked are not getting up. But the other big fellow decides to pick up the chair that he was sitting in and crack it over Deadpool's head. Apparently he was not going with the not interrupting him!

The younger kids decide that they haven't got the training to get their asses kicked this bad and they start to pick themselves up to make for the front door.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther releases the wrist lock as soon as the man is down and no longer actively throwing punches. There won't be any damage other than a little soreness.

T'Challa surveys the fight, movement by Morrigan being what draws his attention. T'Challa heads over towards the bar behind which Morrigan crouches. He tells her in his mix of African and Oxford accents, "It might be safest to depart now, madam." He will look and make sure no bodies, bottles, or katanas are inbound, and if not offer her his hand, palm up, as if to escort her out. The back door likely being the closer, and so safer, exit.

Captain America has posed:
Watching the youngster he redirected scramble to his feet and away, Steve lets out a slow sigh. He's about to follow T'Challa and reassure the barcrew that nothing ultimately terrible has occurred when the smash of the stool over Wade shatters the momentary silence as easily as the wood itself.

Running a hand down his mouth, the man then strides over just in case Deadpool needs back-up -- though it's doubtful. "You've got a pair," Steve comments towards the drukard on the approach, scowling up a storm.

Deadpool has posed:
Chair cracks over Wade noggin. Pieces of chair rain. Wade isn't super strong, so yes, he stumbled forward. Not that it matters, that kind of blunt trauma is barely a bruise that -- yep, healed.

"Remember how you wondered how I get pieces of wood lodged in my body?" Wade calls out over to Steve. "You can observe here. Also, I meant all of the innuendo that just happened, and want to be sure you're not too distracted, and miss it!"

Wade hops backwards onto the booth table and kicks out with both feet at his 'big guy' of chair lifting, then pounces forwards, as if he were leaping from the side of a wrestling ring. Which can't be a surprise, given the chair usage.

"A grenade is not a katana, I want to say in advance, just so we're clear. Also, wait. I'm not on your team. Wow, you have some commanding presence, Stevie. I was /listening/!" All of this while doing a series of punches on his opponent. "That..." punch. "Is..." Punch. "Impressive." Punch.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Is T'challa bleeding? No? Good. Morrigan manages to shake her head to clear the scent and then she looks to the man, "I should have moved about five minutes ago when I felt trouble brewing." the Irish woman admits. Though there's a look back to Deadpool and Steve Rogers, then back to him. The hand is given a look and then she reaches out and takes it, "He doesn't really have a grenade, does he?" she asks him. "Either way, after you." she nods to him.

The man that is still up for fighting is getting worn down. When you fight people above your pay grade that generally happens. So the punches that Wade levels make him wobble on his feet and then he takes a step towards Steve as his feet can't carry him towards Wade. The man tries to clock Steve, but it misses in a comedic way that makes him spin like a ballerina.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther lifts for Morrigan the section of the bar that swings down to make it a complete counter surface, and escorts her to the back door. "I suspect he surely does. Though hopefully not on him at the moment," T'Challa says. And with a concerned enough glance back that Morrigan might believe the African man is in earnest.

T'Challa leads her to the back door and through it, glancing about to make sure he is not taking the young lady to a more dangerous place. A more dangerous place than around Wade? It's possible. Maybe Bruce Banner was using the alley and just found out his favorite TV show was canceled.

"You saw that coming?" T'Challa asks in his gentle, precise tones when then are a safe grenade-exploding distance away. "I hope the men were not behaving poorly with you, when they were at the bar?" he offers.

Captain America has posed:
Steve leans back once more to avoid a roundhouse against his perfect teeth and he watches the drunken man spin in place with nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Wade, this needs to end. He's all yours -- and //NO GRENADES//," the Captain emphasizes towards the Merc, eyebrows lifted. "I like this place. I want to keep drinking here. I can't have a beer and quiet if it's got a hole in the floor." He glances up to see T'Challa exit with the red-head in tow and then moves towards the bar proper, holding up a hand to hail the barstaff as he originally intended to do.

Deadpool has posed:
"This really wasn't any fun, it was so uneven. Here. I'll switch sides," Wade decides, slipping sideways and using both hands to flip a table in between his new drunk 'pal' and their new adversary, Steve.

"Hey .... Mike. Wow, name tag and everything. Mike. Hey. Stay with me dude, we got shit to do here on team drunk. Words to slur, asses to slap." Wade pats at Mike's face. "Don't .... aggggh," Wade yelps, as the dizzy drunk falls in front of him, and there's vomit at his feet.

Wade changes teams again, apparently, because he sharply raps down on the drunk to knock him out. "Steve. So. Laundry time again?" he asks, gingerly stepping around the vomit.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a bit of a laugh, "Why am I not surprised with that answer." she muses as she heads for the door with T'Challa. "Not like in a psychic preminition kind of way. Those guys just are drunks and like to start fights. Hopefully they don't end up in the ER and give my colleagues too much trouble tonight." she shakes her head. "And no, they know to leave me alone." she smiles to that. "Thank you for the help, your highness." she states. Yes, people watch the news. Or at least Doctors do.

The barstaff give a look around to the kids that have weasled their way out the door. Then to the mess that has been made. But the tender looks to Steve as he approaches, "We don't blame you guys for this. Just thought I'd let you guys know that." he tells him. Then he looks to Wade and there's a look between disgust and concern for the man on his face.

Black Panther has posed:
"Ah, you work in the medical profession," T'Challa says, getting his first good look at her attire. "Doctor MacIntyre is it? And you are welcome. I apologize your time off was interrupted."

T'Challa's head tilts for a moment as if listening to something. "I believe the disruption is at an end. If you would to go back inside I believe it is likely safe now. Or if you wished to depart, may I see you safely to a vehicle?"

T'Challa will end up reimbursing the bar for any damages, whether offering when they go back inside, or taking care of the matter after seeing Morrigan safely away.

Captain America has posed:
"Thank you for understanding." Steve gives the barstaff a grateful little grin before fishing out his wallet and paying for his unfinished stein of red ale. He glances over at Wade and the smile disappears...almost -- it lingers around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth.

"We'll talk, Wade," he replies to the Merc. A quick interjection for the staff to keep the change, yes, it's a tip, no really, keep it, as his wallet goes back away into his jeans. He notes T'Challa heading their way and, after he hails the man with a lifted hand, he sighs. "Let's get out of here. I have paperwork to file." So much for a quiet evening after all.

Deadpool has posed:
"I'm upset over not getting my Pink Squirrel," Wade announces to the barstaff in general. "However that will not cause a shitty review on yelp because I am not a complete douchecanoe like Mike. Mike's friends, all of you leave great reviews. Or we'll see how many grenades I actually do carry around on me," Wade says, passing by one of the semi-unconscious men to deliver that message. He then skips after Steve.

"Is this a 'talk' fun talk, or a 'let's talk because it's not you it's me' talk?" he asks, attempting to loop a friendly arm over his shoulder. "Also, for fuck sake, here," Wade adds, pulling his cap off and placing it on Steve.

The cap was real. So were the sunglasses.