8336/So... you've got a girlfriend, huh

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So... you've got a girlfriend, huh
Date of Scene: 15 July 2019
Location: Avengers Mansion
Synopsis: Pete and Steve talk about the young avengers bad luck with women. Silk and Bucky show. Everyone sees Pete has bad luck with men too.
Cast of Characters: Spider-Man, Captain America, Winter Soldier, Silk




Spider-Man has posed:
So, where does a Peter Parker go when things are rough back at the apartment? The Avengers Mansion ofcourse. He's left a house guest back behind and THWIP'd off under the pretenses of going to get more groceries for her, but as soon as he's away for the fog to clear a little, he changes course towards the Mansion. Landing on the lawn out of a roll, he pulls his mask off while jogging up towards the door. All the preamble of his awkward first encounter are gone, this is a man on a mission!

Not really, he just needs to clear his head. He needs to think rationally and it's not at all possible sitting in that small apartment. Once inside, clutching his dangling mask out of his fist up against his face with the other, he finds a seat somewhere and chews on his knuckles with a blank forward stare. "Okay... no, this is fine. It's totally fine..." It's not.

Captain America has posed:
To Peter's sharp ears, he'll hear the crack of pool balls in a room not far down the hall. It sounds like someone just broke the set pyramid of multicolored spheres. Some sound to land in pockets, but not in total sum of number present. Then a voice asks, nonchalantly, "JARVIS, I thought I just heard a door open. Did someone come in?"

The house's AI answers in the usual impeccable manner: "Yes, it appears Spiderman is seated in the hall in a state of emotional uncertainty."

Poor Peter -- called out by the crisp accent.

Steve pokes his head out of the doorway and looks the opposite direction before then spotting Peter on his chair. "Oh, hey." He takes a step out into the hallway, holding the pool cue almost like a hiking stick, grip-end touching the carpeted floor. In jeans and a t-shirt, Steve looks...remarkably normal. "JARVIS tattled," the Captain explains before he thumbs back towards the game room. "There's rootbeer in the fridge if you want something. You're welcome to join me if you want." He gives the young man a friendly little smile.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter is caught up in his thoughts, so caught up in fact, that he initially misses the sound of the crack of billards. Actually he completely misses them, but he can't help glancing in the direction of Steve's footfalls when the Captain steps out into the hallway beneath the auspice of that friendly smile. "Hey Cap..." Looking up over Caps' shoulder in the direction of the game room where, allegedly, he was sold out by an A.I. "Oh... uh.. sure, yeah absolutely."

Even his usual awkwardness is muted beneath a lair of emotional turmoil clearly defined on his face. Captain America, of ALL people, can recognize someone in shellshock. Someone who flew entirely too close to the sun and paid for it. "I'm really not sure why I came here.." It's a clear lie, "I just had to go somewhere. And there are trap cards played face down all over New York..." Padding quietly along towards one of his childhood heroes like hey bro, lemme tell you about my weird life. It's too friendly and too weird for him to even wrap his brain around right now.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I? I can take off, just need some.. breathing room.. or something."

Captain America has posed:
"Wouldn't have invited you if I minded an interruption. 'n you're not one," Steve adds as he leads the way back into the game room. It's an airy place, with the setting sun shining in through windows both on the wall and in the ceiling above. He's been putzing at billiards table number two given the spread of balls around it and the sweating beer set on a coaster on a nearby table. Returning to it, the Captain takes up the chalk and re-grits the tip of his pool stick.

"You can join me if you want to. Get a drink out of the fridge 'nd watch. There's no pressure. You want to make a webbed hammock in the corner and swing and listen to music in your headphones, do that too. Right now, I'm not on-duty either." Peter gets another smile and then Steve leans over the table, aligning his stick with the cue ball. "Got something you want to discuss?"

Crack -- the cue ball whacks off the six ball and thump, there it goes into the corner pocket.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter is a zombie shuffling along behind Steve towards the airy game room of the Avengers Mansion. It begged sounding out entirely and usually would have him star struck that he's even allowed to know something like this exists, let alone shoot the shit with Cap playing billiards. Instead he just looks tired and a little worn out, "Discuss?" Glancing up sharply, showing precisely how out of it he is that he's just now looking anywhere but his own feet.

At some point he made towards another table near Cap and is sitting up on the railing with his feet turned down to run along the smooth wood siding. His mask hangs out of his hand dangling from one knee and hair has clearly seen no action with any comb, at least not today. "I... maybe? I should probably tell someone, but I don't even know where to start."

"There's still a lot to unpack about the whole situation.."

Captain America has posed:
Another crack of the cue ball off the four-ball sends it bouncing at an angle to land in the middle pocket. Steve glances up and, reading something nearly akin to exhaustion in the young man's demeanor, he pauses in playing his game to straighten in place.

"I'm here to listen if you want an ear. If it's something I can't help you with, I probably know who's got a better sense of wisdom about it than I do." The Captain shrugs lightly to accent his point, honest as he tends to be.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Yeah." Pete is paying a bit more attention now and trying to keep himself out of the weeds of his mind. He's still clutching fast to his mask and using it to rub at the side of his face like he's completely unaware it's still in his hand. "uh... alright." He nods slowly, stalling for the right way to start to come to mind.

"So, yesterday.." Just yesterday, Pete's eyes widen at the realization, "yesterday, I found what I thought was going to be a drug lab in some old shipping containers down on the Hudson." His voice is quiet, looking down at his upturned palms laid in his lap, "It wasn't. It was a bunker built beneath them.. and there was a woman there. I.." He opens his mouth, then closes it again for a second.

"We knew each other. A long time ago... and I think we got our powers at the same time. That's the stuff I should be able to tell you, right? The important parts.. but since then... the precious twenty four hours since then..." So little hours. "She's moved into my apartment, we've kissed, and... I'm pretty sure that we're go- listen, this doesn't happen to me.. okay? I'm not that guy, I've never been that guy. I just got out of a serious relationship!" Waving his hand emphatically, "Engaged, like real life changing.. and I meet someone in a bunker and I can't even control myself. It's impossible.. it sounds so crazy and impossible to explain, cap... I... it's exhausting."

Captain America has posed:
Without a word, once Peter falls into a spate of silence, the Captain turns and goes to the fridge. The pool cue is set aside on the wet bar counter, soon to be forgotten, as he rummages around inside the small interior. He comes out with a brown bottle and flicks the lid with his thumbnail, needing no more power than this to open it up.

Returning to the young man, he hands it off. "It's a proper rootbeer, not some modern sugar-buzz." Then, the blond soldier leans back on the pool table still scattered with balls and gives Peter a sympathetic frown. "So you found an old friend and now they're a new flame, right out of a long-term relationship. You're feeling guilty that you're happy because you're still hung-up on the old relationship, but this's something good in your life you don't want to give up?"

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete is only vaguely aware Steve left the table to rummage around in the fridge, but he glances up when the bottle is held in his direction. Staring at the bottle in his palm for a second without drinking any, not out of a lack of trust for Steve's word that it's the good stuff, but his mind is in a numb haze. "Thanks." He lifts it finally salutorially and takes a cursory drink to show he means the appreciation spoken.

Then he's staring again, brow furrowed, eyes ticking back and forth, "Yes... well no, kind of? It's complicated. I'd be lying if I said that there's not some old feelings there for my ex, but how couldn't there be? We were going to get married... but that's not really what's bothering me." It kind of is, a little, maybe.. he looks unsure. Scattered like the balls spread out on the billiards table.

"And if it was just some new flame, I think I could probably handle that? It's not.. I can't help how I feel. It is... it's like..." His hand putters down across his dank and shaggy brown hair. Hand combing it around as if that'll do anything, but help with his anxiety. "It's in our spider-senses. I can tell you exactly what she's doing right now."

Glancing up at Cap, "She's sitting on the co- now she's getting up and walking to the fridge. She keeps glancing in this direction..." His face pales, blood draining, "I think she knows I'm talking about her, Cap... and it hurts not to think about her. Like it hurts.." Pointing at his chest, tapping fingers over the spider symbol on his costume.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's mouth has parted in pure incredulity by the end of Peter's explanation. This is...more complicated than the man expected, especially in light of the nearly-supernatural spider-sensing.

"I...can't say I've ever had a bond like that with someone," he begins with this admission. "Is it something you could...turn off? To give you and her some privacy? Like turning off a phone?"

Speaking of phone, his pings. He pulls it out and nods before looking up at the ceiling. "JARVIS, cease previously set protocols in regards to Barnes, J. Buchanan. Override permission..." The blond soldier sighs, his expression a thing of long-suffering patience. "Override permission: Captain Handsome."

"Order accepted, Captain Rogers. Shall I tell him he may step upon the grounds?" the AI replies cordially.

"Yes, please, JARVIS, thank you. Let him know we're in the game room," Steve says to the ceiling once more. He gives Peter a small smile. "He's an old friend. He might have some wisdom for you too."

Winter Soldier has posed:
So, in a little, there's the sound of boots outside, and the clicking of claws. The first thing that appears in the doorway is a big German Shepherd, with glossy golden brown and black fur. Right behind is a young man of about Steve's apparent age - not quite as big as Steve himself, but close. Long, dark hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, and he's wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt. The metal arm has a token covering - a flesh colored opaque sleeve, and a black leather glove. As if the alloy prosthesis were no more than an unfortunate tattoo he had to cover up for work.

The dog heads right for Steve, wagging her tail so hard she's practically turning herself sideways. She's carrying some kind of chew bone toy in blue polymer, and grunts delightedly past it, as she offers it to the Captain, squinting up at Steve. "President of your fan club's here, Stevie," Buck says, wryly.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Me either." Peter brings his hands up in a helpless shrug, then slaps them down against the corner of the billiards table he's sitting on. "And I was engaged to a telepath.. this has nothing on that...." Glancing up, clearly feeling just a little bit more his awkward self, when JARVIS speaks up about a Bucky Barnes.. Then out right croaks a laugh at the Override credentials profile. "Captain Handsome..." Another laugh, fingers running back into his hair to push it all out of his face now that the color is coming back to it.

The other dips back to grab his phone, "Not tweeting that, don't worry... definitely not hashtag captain handsome... that definitely isn't going to go viral... nope.." He murmurs, side glancing Cap, phone slipped away. "So... is it cool if I..." Motions at his face, pointing in the direction of the entrance. "Friend of yours, I assume I can trust him.." So he keeps his mask off, laid behind him on the green felt as Bucky and pupper comes galavanting towards the game room. "Ohhhh muuuuh gawwwddd...." The verbose superhero says, pushing off the sidebar of the billiards table that has him rolling over his shoulder on another into a low crouch near the pupper, "What is your n-..." His head perks up suddenly, eyes going wide.

He stands up from his crouch and turns in a slow half circle that points him off towards one wall.. "Uuuuh... Cap?" His eyes can only get so wide, but damn if they're not trying to test the theory, "She's on her way here.."

Silk has posed:
    Too long spent waiting when the other end of a very keen spider sense can tell where the other spider is. This results in a hasty departure of a certain Brooklyn apartment. Quick and expedient in fact as Cindy had pulled on that black leotard again and donned a persoanl woven silk face mask that hangs from her ears beneath her dark hair. Traversing the city is not hard when one has a glowing pinpoint in the distance. One strand of the web is tingling so far off and the closer she gets the more accute her senses are of one Spider-Man.

    Alacrity is key here and one line after the other is shot and tugged, drawing her ever closer so that when Peter senses her she's close enough to the outskirts of the Avenger's complex that she can feel him like a burning sun. "So this is it.." she muses from distance yet.

    That soon changes as she hurries across the distance closing it so that she lands not far from the side of the building, poised in a tree as she assess how to approach - direct like. Probably.

    Dropping down onto the manicured lawn, Cindy slowly rises and begins that fluid stride towards what she can only guess is the front door.

Captain America has posed:
The Soldier gets a crooked grin from Steve at the fan club quip.

"Yes, a friend of mine," confirms the Captain aloud for both Bucky and Peter upon the man's arrival. He does briefly crouch down to ruffle Lili's cheeks and whisper a greeting to her, grinning at the offering of the squeaky bone toy. "I'll throw it for you in a second, okay? There's some serious business going on here," he tells the dog sotto-voce before standing up once more...but not after a final gentle scratch behind one big radar ear.

Peter's slip of his phone does make Steve frown in curiosity -- what was the kid doing? -- but the forewarning of the imminent arrival of the other half of the spider-duo takes precedence. Steve quickly speaks to the ceiling again. "JARVIS, there's going to be an arrival soon. She's a neutral party."

"Confirmed, Captain Rogers," replies the AI. No need to repeat his goofy call-sign, thus sparing himself from futher teasing from Bucky in turn. Peter's the next one under scrutiny now.

"Go escort her in, Peter. Rather not have her getting lost and accidentally tripping any security protocols," the Captain suggests of the young man. He gives Bucky a significant look that translates silently to, 'I'll explain when he's fetching her'.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Barnes is no telepath. But he does have decades' worth of friendship, and many a day spent in combat when discussing things aloud would've been dangerous. So he reads the look and just gives Steve a little upnod.

To Peter, he says in his rasping voice, "That's Lili, my service dog. But she's kinna off-duty, so you can pet her, if you want. I figure Steve here's enough to help me if I have a flashback or somethin'. I'm James, but I go by Bucky." So that's what remains of Steve's famous sidekick.

Lili, for her part, is still wriggling and grinning at Steve...then she flops at his feet and rolls over, offering her golden belly fluff.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter is, well this is all kind of collapsing in around him. He came to get some head space, a little distance to clear the old thinker.. Now he's staring wide eyed at Cap with a near robotic nod when told to escort her in. "Yes... I will escort her in.." He says the words, chewing at his lips with a glance at his mask on the table, then at the doorway out into the hall.

"Uh, hey.." To Bucky, headed for the front doors so as to intercept Cindy before she can inadvertantly turn the Mansion into fort Knox or... like.. Whatever weirdness is programmed in to defend the Avengers while the nap like babes. "I'm Pe- Spider-Man. I'll be right back, I have to go escort the woman who lives with me after only meeting them twenty four hours ago in the Avengers mansion... because she followed me here through our psychic link." Very robotic.

Very Peter Parker this is your life.

"No promises that there's not some fangirling.. she watches a lot of television okay? Try to... I don't know... try not to make me look like a complete dweeb?" Or help him not do so himself. "Why... am I.. to... y-.." Motioning at Bucky, so confused with himself, "I'll be right back."

Jogging then towards the doors, anything to escape. "God, I need some flowers or something.. JARVIS? Where can I find some flowers in the next..." Glancing in Cindy's direction, "Thirty or so seconds?"

Captain America has posed:
"In the blue and white vase immediately to your right, Mister Parker," informs the AI. On a hallway table, someone's taken the liberty to gather up some of the garden's plants from out back. Lilacs mingle with roses and a spray of baby's breath because someone just thought ONLY two flowers weren't enough.

Silk has posed:
    The 'Bunker' had television and all, she's grown up seeing super heroes as well before the time away. But now? Cindy is slowing her pace as she approaches the impressive establishment, letting out a whistle behind her mask. "They probably have private massage therapists and everything. I would so sign," she remarks to no one, slowly turning about to get an idea of scale and continues to move towards the door - even with a backward step. The feeling of an encroaching comet at her back that is Peter has her turning about quickly, her shoulder length dark hair bobbing about her face as the self made silk mask glistens across the lower half of her face.

    She walks right up to the door, lifting her fist to knock because she's not about to push any buttons considering where she is. /It's a trap/. Comes to mind and no she is not making the Admiral Ackbar voice quietly to herself.

Captain America has posed:
Once Peter's left the room, Steve gives his oldest friend a look containing two expressively-lifted eyebrows and rolled lips. "...well, he summed it up best," he comments as to the young Spiderman's explanation. "Look, let me get you a beer. This'll require a beer."

He squeaks Lili's toy twice -- EEEKY-EEKY -- and then tosses it gently across the room. No need to have it ricochet like some demented rubber weapon off the wall. It bounces merrily, oddly shaped at it is. He goes to the fridge and returns with something dark. "Guinness. I had one earlier, not bad," he comments nodding towards his own drink sweating on a nearby table.

A short sigh. "...haven't ever fielded telepathy between spiders before..." he murmurs, glancing over at Bucky again, awaiting the return of Peter and his companion.

Winter Soldier has posed:
"That's some mick version of beer, innit?" asks Bucky, giving Steve that crooked little half-grin. "You know that stuff doesn't do us any good. I'll take soda pop, if you got it. Or I'll try this stuff." He shrugs.

Lili scrambles up and goes barreling for the toy, bringing it back to Steve, squeaking it frenetically. Then she drops it at his feet. Here, Captain, you lost this.

Buck glances after Peter. "That's Spider-Man, eh? Where's Stark recruiting from, the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm? I ran into a lady who knew Spiderkid there, last night. Black Cat. She knew about the Soldier....and knew I used to be him. I bet the kid didn't tell her - I betcha he doesn't know."

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter glances up at the response from JARVIS and turns a quarter degree towards the vase sitting near the door, "Thanks, man. I owe you one." Murmuring as he heads over, first to lean down and use the reflection in said vase to jostle his hair around. Try to make sense of the shaggy mess of sweaty locks that... don't care. They don't. Not a bit. Everytime he moves them, they just flop back into the same position like a dying fish. "Ugh.. This isn't strange.." It is.

He gives up on his hair and just scoops it all backwards with his fingers, that's a little more successful, and stands up to brush off the palms of his hands on his blue costumed thighs. "Not weird at all. Totally normal.. you're a normal guy, Peter. Doing normal stuff! Everybody moves in with strangers.." He squints, waving a hand as if dismissing the absurdity of it, "Totally run o-" She's here. His eyes close and he rubs the back of his neck waiting for her to get up to the door.

"Alright, act natural." Pete grabs the WHOLE VASE in both hands craddles it up against his thigh so he can open the door, "Heeeey! Cindy.. wow, fancy meeting you here at the Avengers Mansion where I work.. because I'm an Avenger...." Flowers, "Oh, I got you flowers." Holding them up and out, "I also put them in water in an antique vase... because I had no idea you were coming... crazy, so.. crazy.." He clears his throat, beckoning her entry.

"Let me introduce you to some close pals of mine.. We were just shooting pool, certainly not discussing anything personal that I..." He waves for her to follow him, trying to be normal, even though he's just about every possible thing other than, on the way back to the game room. "Hey guys, this is... my.. uh... she's.. my roommate, yeah." Motioning, Bucky and Cap, Cindy... Bucky and Cap... Cindy... "That's Captain America, did I mention that.." Aside to Cindy.

Silk has posed:
    Hair? Is that a problem for people? As her hand remains poisted in knock position when the door opens she stares at Peter cradling a vase with flowers. "It's lovely?" She is still trying to assess what is normal in real life standards. But by no means are their lives normal. "I see you plan on ahead. It is a wonder you did not know I was in that bunker since you have developed precognition abilities that go beyond your senses," she remarks, gliding along with the fun as she steps closer, the webbing about her mouth and nose moving as she speaks.

    She plucks out a rose from the mix of flowers, "You can put it down," she intones, giving him a wink. That was not just her brushing her shoulder against him as she walks past at first, getting an eye full as the excitement builds, a thrill that jolts through her at being in the Avenger's Mansion.

    "Oh friends...sure," she intones, as if she was not expecting that some of the Avenger's might be around - hopefully. "Aren't they supposed to be out saving the world?" asks the leggy Cindy, a smirk painting at her lips no one can see. "So, uhhh I need a name," she stops him suddenly or tries to and then realizes the others are right there. Peter really does mess with her silk sense, her head slowly pivoting as he makes introductions. She lifts her hand, the silk coming from pointer and middle fingers obvious. "I..umm...am.." she looks about, down at her hands and then quickly supplies, "Silk." She glances at Peter and thne shrugs.

Silk has posed:
    Right! Peter's roommate because roommates totally give each other flowers..like the rose she's currently twirling between her fingers back and forth to make the flowerhead dance in a whirl.

Captain America has posed:
"He's young, but he's got a good head on this shoulders." Steve has time to throw the toy once more for Lili -- oops, lost this again, reflexive arm throwing motion, my bad. "You don't want to drink it, I will...'nd tell me more about this Cat woman later. That doesn't bode well." He's pitched his voice low enough now, having heard the conversation occurring down the hallway.

Introductions are about as awkward as expected and Bucky gets another glance from Steve before he clears his throat. "Hi, Silk. Yes, I'm Captain Rogers. This is Sergeant Barnes, long-time friend of mine. Welcome to the mansion. We were..." He fades out briefly, choosing his words carefully. "We were shooting some pool and discussing how crazy life is sometimes."

Good save, Steve.

Winter Soldier has posed:
"Steve, your standards for what constitutes 'a good head on his shoulders' are so low they might as well be nonexistent. I saw you jump out of a plane over Normandy without a parachute, and you landed *on* an MG42 surrounded by Germans. The only reason they didn't fill you full of lead was the element of surprise - they were so busy gawking at you like Chicken Little I walked up on 'em and shot 'em. So you trying to vouch for his horse sense? Nuh uh." Buck shakes his head. "No dice." Lili is agog - she snags the squeaky bone, comes prancing back, head up.

Then Silk's here and there are introductions, Bucky coming forward to offer his human hand. "James Barnes. I go by Bucky. I just got here, too."

Spider-Man has posed:
"Silk." Peter repeats with a nod, rubbing his palms on the back of his legs. "Okay.." Still nodding, "Okay, yeah. Rootbeer." He pushes off his back foot in a little side dance that brings him near the pupper again, "ooooh man, if it were kind of a weird day right now..." Motioning from his face, to Lili, "Me and you, totally playing catch." Obligatory pupper acknowledgement is successful.

The bottle left behind sits atop his mask and he snatches up both with switch hands. "Hey, Sarg. Spider-Man. I know I introduced myself, like a couple minutes ago, but it was a flux.." Hand wiggling, weird shoulder to elbow dance like he's walking like an Egyptian.

"Silk is an old pal of mine from back in the war years... High school, I obviously mean High School."

Silk has posed:
    Eyes linger on Cap because its Cap - who is anyone kidding. "You are much more broad in the shoulders in person than you are on screen." She does this sort of wist at the hips as if she might throw a discus - or perhaps a shield. She lowers the rose, switching it to her left hand as Bucky steps forward and she hesitates but is quick to help close the distance nearly putting them toe to toe in an awkward bungle that has her spryling stepping back. "Sorry," she murmurs but the grip she offers his firm even if her hand is smaller than his own.

    "Good to meet you," she says. "So then friends of friends. Sounds like we have a mutual connection. This is also playing out like a great movie, we should swap stories," she murmurs, all deadpan like before she lifts the rose to smell, still twirling it. Totally a roommate.

    "What is this. Root beer?" because the Bunker did not have alcohol so the beers are given a side long glanec with a lofting of a dark brow.

Captain America has posed:
Silk's comment has Steve glancing left and right at himself and then at Bucky as if he were a sounding board for this. "Um...thank you, I didn't think they appeared more skinny in the PA shorts." He rubs at the back of his head and watches everyone do further introductions. "I gave Peter rootbeer, yes. It's non-alcoholic."

He looks to Silk again, his eyebrows lifted. "Do you want one? They're in the fridge." His thumb aimed back over his broad shoulder points towards the wet bar and its accompanying accountrements. Crouching down, he devotes a few seconds to Lili for the sake of his own composure. Smooshy-smooshy, doggo-face rubbins.

Winter Soldier has posed:
"You look like a total geek in those PSA things, Steve, I've seen 'em," Buck informs him, helpfully. "Did they dig up some rayon body sock from 1943 when you made those?"

Silk gets a careful handshake. "Sure," he says to her, with that lopsided grin. "Root beer's good." Peter gets a lofted brow. "So, like, last year, then?" Yeah, blame the baby face.

The Shepherd, at least, is totally at ease, pink tongue lolling in utter delight. Yet another fan of Steven Rogers.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Har har har..." Peter says at everyone joking about his age, "What are you guys? Like a hundred and ten respectively? Don't look a day over twenty five." Pointing at both Bucky and Cap with accusatory wiggling fingers, "So I think you both got me beat in age to appearance."

This whole thing is just strange and looks as though it is by his expression. Scrunched, sparing the occational glance at Cindy he looks down at his palms laid in his lap. "Hey, yeah... You want a rootbeer?" Popping up off the edge of the billiard table to head in the direction of the fridge to retrieve one even before she's answered.

Silk has posed:
    Laughter. Cindy lifts a hand to cover her lips, the silk still decorating her fingers and realizing all too soon the self made mask helps effectively do what her hand was going to do. She lowers it with a glance towards Bucky in something near approval as she folds her arms before her, rose still held in one hand. Even bunker babes can dig flowers.

    "Oh well, one day I will have to try a real on. But that is not this day, root beer..." will do. But Peter is already moving to play host. "So you all were talking about me weren't you? Seems about right," she expresses. Her voice low enough to try to keep Peter from hearing as she gives Cap and Bucky a side glance. Finally she notes the pup and her head tilts, slowly lowering to squat rather gracefully into place to extend her hand and give a soft whislt.e from behind her self-spun mask. Everyone's doing it anyways - greeting the pup that is.

Captain America has posed:
"That suit was a polyester blend, you punk," Steve mutters under his breath at Bucky. He adds for Lili's sake, "Your owner has a bad attitude sometimes. You need to make sure he gets eight hours of sleep and remembers his Lift Alert button in case he falls down." Of course it's loud enough for Barnes to hear.

"I'm one o' nine," he replies blithely to Peter, glancing up at the young man in his suit. "He's the fossil around here." Bucky gets gestured at with another jerk of Steve's thumb.

At Silk's question, however, the Captain rises to his feet and frees up an opening to interact with the German Shepherd. "I was being introduced to you," he replies to the young woman. "He had nothing but good things to say about you."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Buck rolls his eyes at that. "Yeah. Hundred and ten," he sighs. "Don't make me come over there and beat you with my cane, Steven," To Silk, he notes, "Just mentioning you - I seriously just showed up before you did."

Lili rolls over, and gives Silk a big grin. She's offduty, and delighted to receive the attention, clearly.

Poor Peter. "No doubt. 'minds me - I ran into a lady who mentioned you, last night. Black Cat? Who's she, when she's at home?" he wonders, looking over to Spiderman.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter is starting to slip into a groove, balancing the powerful draw towards Silk and the natural awkwardness that comes from being him in the first place. This could be going worse. What with Cap fully respecting the Bro code. Definitely highfive worthy. Mental note. Kneeling down infront of the fridge, sitting on his heels, the young avenger is digging around inside for a rootbeer to get over to Silk. Casually sipping his own when Bucky asks about Black Cat.

It was all going so well.

Brown rootbeer sprays out of his nostrils when the question hits him. Coughing up sputtering foam into the back of his wrist, glancing back over at the Sarg with a cockeye stare. "Uh... who?" Subtle as a twelve gun salute. "Black Cat.. Black Cat..." He's slowly shaking his head even before he's confirmed he doesn't know her, "Nope, never met anyone that fits that description... Why did she say she knew me? Crazy.."

He looks from Cap.. to Bucky.. to Silk... and then back into the fridge, drinking another swallow from his rootbeer.

Nailed it.

Silk has posed:
    Animals do not talk or demand Silk to be anything but what she is and there is comfort in that. Comfort for everyone in that. Her hands reach down and she quickly begins to rubs her fingers into neck and behind ears to dote on the furred creature. Honey brown eyes flit from Cap to Bucky as they rally. She nods simply a shrug to her shoulders before she dips her face close to the pooch.

    "Introduced to me before you were actually introduced to me," Silk muses but does not seem to carry any weight in that observation. But the comes another female's name. A lady as Bucky puts it and the girl, well not really a girl anymore lifts her head and looks at Peter just as he spews the soda. Senses are going off and she slows her petting of Lili a moment.

    She has no comment. None. Pet. Pet. Scritch. Scratch. Silk is making friends over here.

Captain America has posed:
"I haven't heard of anyone named 'Black Cat'," Steve volunteers in a bland tone. He eyebrows at Peter's reaction, which rates amazingly higher than his own generally poor attempts to divert attention from himself and potentially awkward connections around the city. "If she's dropping your name, you might want to look into who she is. Report back to me if you do. If it's a smear campaign, Tony'll know what to do in regards to the reporters."

He gives Bucky a significant side-look. Answers might be forthcoming yet as to the mysterious woman who somehow knew he was the Winter Soldier.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Wow. Someone who is a worse liar than Steven. Buck is suitably impressed - up go those dark brows. "Kid," he says, "Pull the other one, it has bells on. You're the worst liar I've ever seen, and I grew up with *him*." He jerks a thumb at Steve. "You don't wanna talk about it in front of your new, uh, room-mate, that's fine. But don't try to bullshit a bullshitter."

He gives Steve a look, rolls his eyes.

Lili is sprawled on her back, like she intends to play dead, tongue lolling. In dog heaven, clearly. Silk is definitely making friends.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pull the other one, it has bells one it.

Peter cranes his head to the side as if trying to make absolutely certain that's what had been said back there in the peanut gallory, "Did you just... What... hold on." His hand slips down to his cellphone, thumbs working across the screen with a grin building on his face. "Sitting at the mansion, learning seventy year old lingo.... how's your day? Hashtag the real spidey NYC, Hashtag captain handsome, hashtag ..." Glancing back at Bucky... then back to his phone, "hashtag bond villain."

The phone slips back into a hidden slip in his costume, standing now with a pair of rootbeers, one of which is his own. The door to the fridge is pushed closed with his toe in a long stretch kick before starting off back towards Cindy. "Here you go." Holding his up for her to clink against. "I'll... yeah, I'm going to check on that." Pointing at Cap, finger extending off his bottle, "Black Cattle. Man, is she like cow themed? Black and white spots, I bet... Totally.. I'm on the case."

Silk has posed:
    A keen glance is offered back and forth - Cindy is a sponge in this moment. No information is lost in this moment even as she lowers down to sit beside Lili to keep her company - or perhaps the sheperd is keeping Silk compay. The rose rests across her lap as she leans into her hand and then back to reach up for the rootbeer. As the bottles are clinked she is silently considering something before her hand reaches up. She can not drink with the half mask on of the web silk.

    Tearing it from one ear, it shreds easily beneath her hand so that she can place the bottle against her full lips, drinking deeply. Eyes are deceiving when it comes to Silk, she's older than teens, that much is for certain as she shakes banks from her eyes, dusting them away from her face. "Black Cat." She offers Peter - definitely being helpful.

    SIIIIIP. Stare.

Captain America has posed:
"...I think he just referenced us on Twitter," the Captain asides to his oldest friend in a long-suffering whisper. Silk takes the words out of his mouth, however, and he nods towards her before looking at Peter once more.

"You might as well be on the up-and-up with us. Once Buck and I get to digging, pertinent information might come up. It'd be best if we knew about any trouble before we run across it."

Winter Soldier has posed:
"You have to google that one?" Buck's folded his arms, gives Steve a look. Steve's seen that one since the forties - usually when Sergeant Barnes was confronted with a bunch of flailing, wet behind the ears replacements newly arrived from England. Your boy there's not the sharpest pencil in the box.

"You're not convincing anyone, so stop tryin'. You were all worked up about seeming cool in front of this lady before she got here, but now that she's arrived, your brain falls out your ears? Steve's right. She knew stuff she shouldn't'a known, and I wanna know how."

Lili flops on to her side and rests her head on Silk's leg, sighing in utter contentment.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter frowns a little between Cap and Bucky, "Alrighty." He murmurs, instinctively, because he sure didn't tell his hand to, reaching out to lay it against the back of Silk's neck. The very SECOND he realizes it snaps down behind his back with an enthusiastic jerk, "Black Cat.. I ran into the first time when I was.. like.. Seventeen I think? She's a thief.. or was, I think she finds things for people now... and also steals, but you it's little stuff. Pens, stationary, that sort of thing." Waving his rootbeer hand in a circle, "She's really good at what she does, though."

An apologetic smile, hands up defensively, "I'm not really hiding anything though.. what did she d-..." Bucky brings the guns to the pony show and Pete kind of coils back a little, "Well, if I were a betting man, which I'm not; I'd say someone told her.. Are you asking me to tell you her name? Is what she knows illegal?" Glancing between them as if genuinely curious.

Silk has posed:
    Root beer is enjoyed, the sugar a bit much for someone not used to the pure stuff coursing through her veins. Silk gives the bottle a look before the flopping Sheperd is only a slight distraction. A brow arches as she glances up at Bucky, rolling her lips into her mouth as she gives Peter a long look, amusement is there, a quick flash before she sips from the bottle and scartches at Lili's chest. All the attention given until Peter touches her.

    Something crosses her expression and it causes her to sit up a bit straighter, only to feel him withdraw. For a moment her shoulders are tense and she's quickly clearing taking another drink of her root beer as she listens. "Once a thief always a thief," she points out with a tap of a silken finger to the side of the bottle.

    "Carefult here, yeah?" Concern, her sharp eyes regarding Peter.

Captain America has posed:
Steve simply folds his arms and stands beside Sergeant Barnes. He looks from Silk and to Peter, giving the latter a very expectant expression.

"I feel like a thief who steals stationary isn't going to merit this level of concern," he observes. Reminded of his own drink, he walks over to the pool table to retrieve it and tip it back in order to finish it all in one fell swoop. This, in turn, reminds him of how he left the pool stick over by the wet bar. Listening as he walks, the Captain retrieves it and returns to stand beside Bucky once more, his hands on the billiard stick now rested on the ground before him.

Winter Soldier has posed:
He's veered into touchier territory than a first meeting with a couple of young heroes.....but...nothing to be done for it. Buck doesn't backpedal or withdraw. He sucks a tooth for a second, visibly mustering up the courage to be blunt about it. A look to Steve - this time for reassurance, rather than commiseration, before he looks back to the spiders.

"I was taken prisoner towards the end of the second World War. I was lost in a way that most people thought I'd died, so no one looked for me, and I wasn't on the official POW lists. As far as the Army and my friends knew, I was KIA." His tone is flat, level. "Brain damage from the fall - I fell from a speeding train on a mountain side - had me amnesiac. And our enemies exploited this, brainwashing what was left to turn me into an assassin code named the Winter Soldier. Very few people know that the Soldier was a real thing, one person, and not just a Soviet project during the Cold War. Fewer than that know that James Barnes was the one they made the Soldier out of.....and that he's alive and well now. Black Cat knew that. So to answer your question ...illegal, no. Obscure and mostly highly classified, yes. It makes me very uneasy, frankly. The group that did that to me still exists and is still active."

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter inclines his head slowly at Cap, then keeps it there for Bucky. If there's anything playful about his expression, it was gone the moment the Sarge last spoke. He's just watching him now, more so with this new bit of information. "Sounds problematic." He agrees, nodding as much. The bottle dangling from his fingers is given a little jiggle and whatever remains drained in another long drink.

"Wish I could help you out. You seem like such a wonderful guy with a pleasant and sunny disposition that endears strangers to you simply by dent of proximity." His hands come up, palms to the ceiling, to match his shoulders. "I have no idea how she knows about it. I would ask her.. but..... I probably wont. You sort of..." Wiggling pointing, himself to Silk, to Cap and Bucky, "Lit that bridge on fire, ya know? Now if Cap asks.."

Glancing at Steve with a slow, dramatic turn on his heels, "Him I'll do it for. What he does with that information... that's not my business at all. I trust him." Up nodding at Cap, "So, you want me to ask her where she found that out? I can't promise she'll tell me, but ..." Another shrug, "She might."

Silk has posed:
    Secret of secrets revealed, Silk drinsk from her bottle and considers for a moment in thought as it now sits empty. She's been doing far less talking which leaves more time for drinking. "Loose ends..I know something about that," there is an edge to her voice as Silk is more or least speaking to herself, Lili getting and absent pat and brush of her hand as her gaze grows distant.

    She snaps back when Peter begins his awkward round about way of complimenting and yet /not/ complimenting. A brow arches as she glances back and up at him until she waits to hear what Cap has to say. "I have to say my second day out of the bunker is proving to just as edifying as the first." Though her hand lifts, pressing two fingers to her temple to rub in a circular motion.

Captain America has posed:
As large as Steve is, he can become very still when he feels inclined. As he listens to Bucky speak, his eyes fall to one side. Those malleable wheat-gold brows slowly meet above his nose until he appears either angered or in pain -- like as not both to varying degrees. He looks up when Peter speaks, his face forceably back to neutrality as best he can manage. The stoic set of his jaw brings forth an world-worn weariness to his eyes.

"If you'd ask her next time you run across her, I'd appreciate it. I don't like loose ends, not with something like this," he replies quietly.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Buck's fading into a sort of flatness of affect. As Peter speaks, he cants his head, just a fraction - watching him with a remote look. Brows up again, as if he isn't sure he heard that response correctly. Then he just shrugs, and looks to Silk. "Yeah?" he asks, voice mild. "What's this bunker? You raised by survivalists or something like?"

To Steve, he adds, "I'll ask her, next I see her." And see her he intends to do, clearly.

Lili, perhaps recalled to her duties by the tension in the room, gets to her feet and pads to Buck's side. His human hand drops to her ears, strokes the fur between them.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Absolutely, Cap. It would be my genuinely pleasure." Pete says with a return of his smile, he means it too. He then turns on his heels to face Bucky, "Cool, you'll probably see her before I do." Clicking his tongue off his back teeth with a step back away, slow slipping over to a trashcan to dump his empty bottle. His wrist snaps at his mask, web firing out at it where it lays on the pool table to be yanked back into his open palm and put back on smoothly.

"I'll see you later." laying a hand on Silk's arm as he passes, headed for the front door.

Silk has posed:
    How easily moments pass and far too quick. She can read the air in the room and climbing to her own feet, rose in one hand, empty bottle in the other, Cindy is quiet as she stares for a moment at Bucky, then through him. "Voluntary confinement for a decade," she says simply, faintly, her attention coming back to the fore as she takes a step back.

    Whatever she says has her on edge and she glances to Peter. "I think perhaps I have stayed long enough. Good to meet you, good luck with Black Cat...all that." She leans over to smile at Lili and briefly brushing the snout of the Sheperd before taking a a step back, pausing, looking at the bottle in her hand and tossing it in the air. Organic webbing shoots from her fingers, connecting the bottle to the counter back in the kithcen area.

    "I am coming with you." Between her fingers she spins a new lower mask from seemingly her fingertips, quickly tucking it about her lower face and looking back over her shoulder at the other two. She salutes cap and hurries after Peter.