7069/After the Storm Comes the Rain

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After the Storm Comes the Rain
Date of Scene: 28 March 2019
Location: Avengers Mension, New York City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Thor, Captain America, Black Panther, Iron Man




Thor has posed:
    The systems likely would alert those around that the Avengers' airspace is being breached, though two seconds later it'll identify the target as Thor with his normal approach. The arc of it, the speed, and the accompanying roiling weather conditions all serve like a thumb print to the security systems, letting them signal the all clear.
    Of course if people aren't aware of the security systems, then they'll likely first realize he's back with the loud trumpeting voice of the Thunderer as he proclaims. "I am entering the mansion!"
    There's a beat and then the door opens with a thud/wham. From the kitchen even as the automated systems beep faintly to life and make a quiet inquiry, 'Greetings, Master Thor, would you like someting to eat this morning?'
    Ignored.
    Thor then steps further into the mansion. "I am now inside the mansion. If there is madness going on, I will be most displeased!"

Captain America has posed:
"No madness." Rather than the eloquently-composed voice of the mansion's AI, this is one Steve Rogers piping up from his place at the kitchen table, Brooklyn accent and all. "Made some coffee if you want any." He lifts his mug to the Thunderer and his bombastic arrival with a small smile and then sips at his drink.

The newspaper is spread out on the table beside his plate. Upon this, a breakfast sandwich composed of toasted bread, peanut butter, Nutella, and a banana halved and fitted. It's half-gone and he seems in no huge hurry to finish it. The next page of the paper rattles as Steve turns it, skimming the subtitles of the section. He's in jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt of grey with indoor slippers. An early-morning errand must have been run, or perhaps a jog in the brisk new-spring air.

Thor has posed:
    Brought up short by the presence of Steve there, Thor frowns with pursed lips at the man, expression grim. He points at him as if making sure the hero is being addressed, then reiterates that point by moving his hand a few times forwards as if pushing an imaginary arrow repeatedly through Cap's chest.
    But then he steps to the side and sets Mjolnir down upon the tabletop with a heavy thump, standing there on its head with the strap dangling to the side. One of the kitchen chairs are pulled out and he drops into it roughly causing the reinforced framework to squeak in complaint.
    "I would like an explanation." And with that he folds his arms over his chest.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's eyes lift from the paper to see the point of a finger in his direction. His brows lift high and he watches the continuation of it in quiet bemusement. The newspaper makes another soft shivering sound as he sets it flat on the well-loved table's surface and gives Thor an expectant look. The request comes and the Captain sips at his coffee first before replying in a patient tone of voice,

"An explanation for what? Lots has happened since that whole load of bunk." He jerks his head in the direction of the wing containing the rooms, including his own.

Thor has posed:
    Arms fold over that broad chest and his lips purse again, the answer not exactly meeting his liking. He looks to the side, brow furrowed, then looks back with a grumpiness to his features as he says, "I would know what has happened with the two Janets." He holds up a hand and extends one finger pointing towards the ceiling.
    "I would know what happened with your behaviour that caused you to act in such a way that had I brained you none would have faulted me." Another finger. He meets Steve's eyes and nods stiffly with eyes a bit wide as if to say, 'I would have, you know it!'
    And then a third finger, "And why is it that you people seem to insist on giving that Fool of a Jester weapons. In Asgard we grant them not even access to sharp objects, but here you seem to allow him to run around with... with anything." Words escape him.

Captain America has posed:
A lifted hand, palm-out, asks for patience from the Asgardian. Steve sighs and throws back the rest of his coffee with practiced speed. Bolting it came to be a second-nature trick in the trenches, after all. He sets the empty mug aside and then folds his arms, leaning back in the chair.

"Wade's not a concern to me. Not actively," he amends in droll honesty. "He means well most of the time. Granted, when he doesn't mean well, it's a wreck. His actions didn't help what all happened in there, no, but he apologized afterwards. I don't hold it against him."

A little shrug of his shoulders before the Captain continues. "Glad you didn't attempt to brain me. I had the shield 'nd we both know it wouldn't have gone well. I lost my temper. 'm not perfect, nobody is." His own chair creaks as he shifts in it to stretch out his legs to one side and cross them at the ankles. "Janet's business is her own. She's her own woman and a grown one at that - and an Avenger. 'm here to support her, don't get me wrong, but 'm not about to tread all over any decision she makes."

Thor has posed:
    The Asgardian's arms come up and spread towards him, "This tells me nothing!" But to be fair, it tells him something. He takes a deep breath and lets a long growling sigh slip from him as he looks to the side and away, then back towards Steve.
    "Is this because I spend my time in Norway? I am being punished and kept out of the loop because I have other responsibilities?" The Thunderer leans forwads, hands flat upon the tabletop and the surface of the thing bows downwards slightly from his misplaced ire.
    He reaches into his jacket and withdraws one of the latest KordTech cellphones and sets it on the table, "I have even procured one of the cellular devices so you and the others can contact me easier. I even gave the code number to..." He draws up short, brow furrowing. "To... one of the Janets." He takes a breath and sighs.
    "Bah."

Captain America has posed:
Steve shrugs again and pulls his mouth to one side in a show of sympathy. "I understand your frustration, Thor, but no one's keeping you out of the loop deliberately. That you've got a cell phone now is a good thing. I'll let the team know they can reach you at it. Gimme the number?" He pulls his own out of his pocket and thumbs through to his contacts library.

"Don't think anyone was going to take you up on sending a raven your way. Never figured out if you were joking when you say that," he adds, glancing up at Thor with a friendly smirk.

Thor has posed:
    The cellphone is drawn back in front of him by one hand and he leans forwards to consider it. Steve will see a deep furrow in his brow as he ponders the device and then swipes it to life with a fingertip. He proceeds to take his time as he navigates its screens, showing a few images of what look like selfies, then there's an empty browser, then there's a display that is simply the notepad and it proclaims brightly,

    // THIS IS YOUR NUMBER! XXX-XXX-XXXX //

    He then pushes the phone in Steve's direction and lets him take down the information, though Thor hasn't entirely lost that hurt tone of voice as he says, "People... people have used ravens. Before. In the past." He lifts a hand and waves it quickly, as if tossing a ball into play, "Many lands, you've assuredly never been to."

Captain America has posed:
The Captain's thumbs pause in detailing Thor's number in his phone. He looks up at the Asgardian in honest surprise. "Really? Actually sent you ravens?" He nods thoughtfully to himself. "I missed out on my opportunity this time around then. Maybe in the future, if the signal's down on these." He taptaps his phone's screen and then scowls at it. "No, that's not what I meant -- stop, go back." The muttering continues under his breath as he swipes back to the contact editing screen.

"Nothing keeps you from talking with Janet, y'know. Like I said. 'm not her babysitter. I'm her fella. You know she might talk your ear off about things." A wry and knowing smile lingers on Steve's lips as he finishes inputting the information and a soft ping of confirmation comes from the phone.

Thor has posed:
    "Mmm, perhaps." Thor answers non-commitally, clearly still keeping his thoughts to himself at least on this topic as Steve suggest he speak to Janet. But speaking with Janet with the recent events seems to be more difficult than normal.
    "In truth, when I was younger we would often ask Hugin and Munin to carry messages at times." He gets a small half-smile as he looks away, then back towards Steve, "They served well for my entire life." Then he looks down at the table itself and reaches over to grab Mjolnir and pull it partially along the surface of the table and towards his side.
    "I do not know if they survived Ragnarok, I do miss them."

Captain America has posed:
"I'd like to bet they did, if they were smart enough to carry messages when you were small. Thought the legends always stated they were witty birds." Rising to his feet, Steve walks over to the coffee maker with his mug. The machine makes its musical pings and then comes the sound of percolating brew into the cup.

"You want some?" he then asks of the Asgardian. "Tony brought in some new beans. Said something about them being high quality and scoring high on the taste scale. I think it's good coffee, but then again, lots of coffee's better than what we had back in the war."

Thor has posed:
    Thor lifts one hand to decline Steve's offer of a cup of coffee, he does reach forwards and reclaim his cellular telephone device and replaces it within his jacket... without turning off the screen or closing the app or anything. It just glows there as he talks. "In any case, it was a disconcerting incident."
    He closes that line of conversation and frowns, looking away towards the back of the mansion grounds, then back towads Steve, "Grant the others the code number for contacting my device, I will have one of my people convey the messages to me if needs be." Or he could carry it around more often.
    "I have no idea what I would ask Janet in this case, however. It is a most curious situation."

Black Panther has posed:
T'Challa comes down the hallway, perhaps drawn by the scent of the coffee. His nose sniffs the air. "Columbia. Mountain blend. First beans of the season," T'challa intones after catching the scent. "Either Tony or Janet has been stocking the coffee machine," he comments as he walks over to clasp Thor on the shoulder firmly. "Thor. You honor us with a visit," he says warmly.

T'Challa looks over towards Steve and nods to him in greeting. "Steve. I hope things were defused further after I went to get the drinks the other night?" he inquires, having had to send them back with one of the staff as he was called to an emergency meeting on the holographic interface to Wakanda.

Iron Man has posed:
Without any warning, Tony appears from the other entrance. He's low key, which may be a little disorienting, at least on first immediate look, since he's dressed for engineering: gray tank top, jeans, though he did pull on one of his oddly-tech looking jackets over top, ribbed in orange and teal. Sunglasses are in his hair and an edge of exhaustion, but there's no hangover traces. The astute will note that Tony's been present on communicators and video, but not physically to the mansion in over a week. He has his own cup of coffee in a disposable cup as he enters; he's quiet perhaps only because he's drinking it as he comes in.

Tony does point at himself when T'Challa asks about who stocked the coffee machine.

Captain America has posed:
The blurble of the coffee machine comes to an end in time for T'Challa's arrival to be noted. Steve glances up at the Wakandan king and grins. "Figure it's Tony between the two of them. You want a cup?" He reaches into the cupboard for it. As such, his expression is lost behind the opened panel of the door itself as he rifles around for a particular mug.

"Things were further defused, yep. No harm done," he replies as to the incident. The particular mug is fished out and he places it beneath the coffee maker's spigot. The writing on the mug, in bright letters: //It's good to be the king.//

Tony's arrival is interestingly without comment from the man himself. The Captain looks the inventor up and down before marking the coffee cup. Ah-hah, mouth occupied, yes. "See? Tony's on it," Steve adds alongside Tony's gestured confirmation.

Thor has posed:
    At T'Challa's greeting, Thor makes a harumph of a grump sound. His arms are still folded over his chest and he has that body language of an individual who still has something of a mad on. Only for now he's struggling with why he still is, considering things have been explained to him. Yet he still is.
    "Panther," He says in way of greeting, and continues to stew in thought. Then when Stark makes his appearance he gets a grumbly, "Stark." Offered in another greeting.
    Yet it's Steve who has his attention the most as he turns in his chair and addrsses T'Challa while looking at the Captain. "We shall have to wait until matters are further resolved." He turns back and away and says, "Apparently we are not _actual_ Avengers, we are simply the ones called on when they need heavy things lifted. Secrets are for the others." Not exactly true, but his feelings are hurt.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther takes the offered mug from Steve. One of his lopsided grins results from seeing the text that adorns the mug. Though it slides with a soft sigh as he thinks of the different meetings he has to attend holographically in the coming day. Not -always- good being King, then.

"Tony," T'Challa greets with a nod towards the man. "You seem to have been kept busy lately," he comments with an expression that suggests he realizes the understatement of the words. "Any new progress on our secured guest?" he asks, choosing wording to confirm he's talking about John Doe.

T'Challa takes a sip of the coffee and lets out a sigh. The Wakandan himself looks like he might have had a late night, and anyone passing by the labs might have noted him in there. He looks to Thor and says, "It is good that you were there, my friend. We will see what we can do. Perhaps Jarvis can make regular updates to you, if you are not hear to see the briefings?"

Iron Man has posed:
Tony shoots Steve a 'you have ONE JOB' look and an indication with his head and eyes towards Thor and Panther. Teammate stuff. Core morale. Who's dropped the ball there?

"I take a few days to work on an answer to the flying death robots, and everyone seems to seek out /new/ problems," Tony observes, with a wave of a few fingers as he's greeted, to each of his teammates: casual as always. He's not grumpy about any of it, more that he's amused by the whole of the situation. "I have both 'Janets' on full security watch. If there's so much as a peek into the wrong thing, there's a response ready. Honestly I was curious what they were up to. Not like they'll get anywhere here against my tech, if that's a goal."

T'Challa wants info on John Doe, though. "The guy, yeah. He hasn't blown anything up yet, so that's good. I put up some of the data, a report yesterday. We've got new progress, yes. I'm altering some of what I was doing, to see if we can cut him off from whatever Sentinel hive he's connected to. We've seen the other ones have trouble with that before, and breaking communication could be a major key to those things, since their numbers is the biggest threat."

Captain America has posed:
Tony gets a bland, unimpressed look over the unmarked white ceramic mug in return from Steve. Then, the tiniest shrug of agreement. He'll patch things up, one way or another.

The Captain leans against the counter by the coffee maker, his attention shifting from one speaker to the next as if at a tennis match. He does speak up in regards to John Doe in particular. "Once we figure out how to break the risk of communication, we can work further with him. He wants to help and I figure when he's free of the potential switch of the signal, he'll be more apt to do so. If he tries to double-cross us..." By the heavy sigh, Steve's mulled over it more than once. "We have the entire team to mitigate it." Both Panther and Thor are included in his nod. "It'd be difficult to do without the extra hands. Necessary hands," he amends. "T'Challa's right though, Thor. JARVIS could easily text you updates if you keep that phone on you."

Thor has posed:
    A deep breath is taken as Thor looks over towards T'Challa, his good eye narrowing a bit, but then he shakes his head. "Nay, I have a better way." And with that he takes that cell phone once again from in his pocket, still with the screen on and activated, and sets it down on the table again. The top app is notepad and it's open proclaiming in large text to anyone that looks at it...

    // THIS IS YOUR NUMBER! XXX-XXX-XXXX //

    "I procured such when I learned you were unable to contact me through the other cellular device that Bjarke and Harald are in charge of. This one shall stay with me." Though he likely cannot make further promises beyond that.
    Refolding his arms again he looks to the side, then he takes a deep and steadying breath and says, "I am more displeased with myself, in truth." He looks over at Steve, "I dislike that I made such mistakes so easily it seems. Mistook you for the court jester, and mistook one of the Janets for the other. I am... I feel ashamed."

Black Panther has posed:
Upon seeing Thor's phone number, T'Challa goes over to one of the computer terminals. Working it with one hand and sipping coffee with the other. "In addition to calling you, Thunderer? We shall send messages to your phone. As Steve suggested. That way if you are in the midst of battle? You need can read them later," he offers. He's just setting up a forward of the mission briefing to Thor's phone. Also? Asking Jarvis to set the phone up with secure communications so the Avengers information stays secure.

As long as Thor doesn't show it to Darryl of his own doing, anyway.

T'Challa turns back to Steve and Tony, nodding slowly at the mention of their plan with the Sentinel cyborg. "Whenever we proceed with it? Perhaps we should have the entire team ready. Just in case something goes wrong," he says. "I am very cautious at the risk of Artificial Intelligence from the future getting free."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony grins a little toward Steve, unable to contain the sly reaction when Steve gives him a look in return. There's a teasing quality to it from Tony: he isn't actually doing anything other than a mild guilt trip. Thor puts the device out on the table, and Tony looks physically pained.

"---I'm busy, but I can make you something specific for this, Thor; maybe a dedicated program, in whatever ... format you want it," Tony offers, unable not to try to fix the problem through technological means. Thor's a user interface puzzle, in a way. He's not trying to insult Thor, though.

But, back to bigger problems. "Sure. Assemble and all that. I'm confident I can fry him physically, but if he uplinks or does any number of awful things related to that and we have hundreds of robots suddenly acting - well, that's not great, and WOULD need the team."

Captain America has posed:
Steve glances briefly at Tony and nods. "We'll all be connected and ready to circle the wagons if he takes a wrong step. All hands on deck." His attention then shifts to Thor. "No reason to be ashamed. Wade's got some pretty advanced technology in his image inducer. I've seen him be me before. He confused the heck out of some junior SHIELD agents." The memory's enough to entice a soft, somewhat rueful laugh out of Steve. He rubs briefly at his temple before adding,

"I wasn't at my best either. Mathair -- mother -- would not have been impressed." By the man's tone, it's understatement of potentially the //century//. "No need to feel ashamed, Thor. Nobody got hurt 'nd you meant well. You should be defensive in case of an intruder like that." He nods at the Asgardian. "'m not offended. We'll get the confusion all ironed out."

His own phone pings in his pocket. Pulling it out, he frowns down at it. "But when it rains, it pours. Excuse me, folks, SHIELD's got an issue. Minor," he's sure to add before he sets aside the half-finished cup of coffee. "Be back for that." As he walks by Tony and T'Challa, each get a firm clap on the shoulder.

"We're all in the loop on updates now." A brief diversion to clap Thor on the shoulder too, WHOMP. "Be back in a few hours." With that, Steve exits the kitchen at a brisk walk.

Thor has posed:
    "I have already started breaking this one in," Thor says over the other shoulder towards Tony, still sitting there at the kitchen table with his back to the two men, though he does glance over at T'Challa when he wanders over to look at his KordTech miracle phone.
    "But I bow to your wisdom in these matters, Stark." He then pushes the chair back with a creeeeak and gains his feet, turning around to them all. "I shall remain in the city and here until you have what you would wish for me to use. I do not wish to be a liability again."
    At that, Thor gives a single gruff nod as if the matter were settled. Then, he looks at Cap finally, after everything is said. He heaves a small sigh and then replies with a quirked eyebrow as he says formally. "I forgive you." As if it was Cap's fault for him having been about to hit the man with a hammer. That settled, he turns away once Cap departs.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther hides his smile behind his cup of coffee, the words //It's good to be king// inadvertently flashed Thor's way. They apply there too. "Something that Tony creates would be far more useful," T'Challa agrees towards Thor. "Jarvis is... a little better than Siri."

"Just a little, Your Majesty?" Jarvis asks.

T'Challa holds up his fingers a few inches apart, but smiles over towards the room's camera. He's been around Jessica too long, joking with the AI.

T'Challa turns back to Tony to nod and say, "It sounds like a solid plan. I will be ready, whenever it is time." T'Challa moves over to top off his cup of coffee. "Thor, I would like to pay a visit to New Asgard in the future. If it would be to your liking. I have not been there since things began to settle down in the construction," he comments.

Iron Man has posed:
"Everything Tony creates is far more useful," Tony agrees, amused by the conversation with JARVIS.

Any talk of shame gets a disinterested look from Tony; he doesn't empathize. He's actually already pulled a device that isnt' a phone from a pocket, and is quickly using the thumb on that hand to search and look up a few things. He pulls down the glasses out of his hair onto his face, which immediately leap to life with imagry in a glowing orange intensity of data.

"Yeah, it's minor," Tony comments of the SHIELD item, 'backing up' Cap's assessement about it.

Tony looks up over his glasses when Tony drops the comment about forgiveness, and grins at Steve. "All's forgiven? Awesome." Tony recalls that he came into the room for snacks, and fetches some out of a cupboard. "I'll call an assemble if I poke at our Sentinel-buddy in a significant way," Tony promises, a little offhandedly, also wandering off towards the laboratories with his chosen snack of pretzels.

Thor has posed:
    "Aye, I shall make sure I remain available in the city if not the mansion. I will take the phone with me until you have something you would prefer I use?" The Thunderer asks as he tilts his head to the side somewhat.
    But then it's to T'Challa, Thor gives a nod and a small half-smile, "Of course, at your leisure, you are e'er welcome." He starts to step away towards the door in the kitchen and pauses there, then holds up a fingertip as he turns. "There is someone I'd like you to meet, actually."
    And with that he starts towards the hallway and through for now. "Until later, gentlemen!"

Black Panther has posed:
T'Challa's eyebrow rises slightly at the mention of Thor having someone he wants them to meet. Where his thoughts go on the matter likely sets up T'Challa for quite the surprise down the road. "Really? I look forward to the introduction then," T'Challa tells Thor. "I will call you later to arrange the visit then. Be well my friend," T'Challa tells the Thunderer as he heads out the door.

T'Challa walks over to set down his coffee mug on the table. He stretches for a moment, loosening up his back. "I believe I have an idea for telling our Janets apart. Though the science of confirming it is taking longer than I had hoped," he says. "You do not have a way to speed up chemical reactions? Without introducing another agent that affects their outcome, do you?" he asks Tony.