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Clint Barton	True to his words, Hawkeye has contacted Alice - whom he met at the School - to discuss the possibility of either vouch for her to get an internship, or at least some sideline contracts, which could also lead to a more stable job position for her. Since SHIELD facility is strickly off limits, Hawkeye has opted to invite Alice over at the Avengers mansion on a quiet day, after running the basic security checks. Once this done, both Alice and he moved to one of the one of the smaller rooms to discuss quietly. The large television, set on MUTE, broadcasts the local news. On the coffee table rests a closed box of average size. "Do you want something to drink?" Clint asks, as he rummages into the liquor/juice cabinet. "Dang, Stark sure likes variety. You name it, it's here."
Alice	The security checks only come up with little. Her parents as mutants with low power levels - her dad photosynthesizes while her mom is some kind of emphath wirking in an advertizement business. Born and raised in M-town, local public school, high school, then working in a costume shop, then a scholarship for the college program of Xavier's, though that is about to end. When she arrives, she wears flat shoes, not the impossible thigh-high ones she had on when Clint saw her at the mansion. She actually has put on trousers and a blazer in black, combined with a red blouse. Somewhat office chique, especially with the suitcase she carrys. "Something non-alcoholic please? Business and alcohol don't mix well I heard."
Clint Barton	"And I totally agree with it," Clint says, as he finds the bottles of non-alcoholic beverages. While he'd be happy with drinking from the bottle, today he goes the extra length and uses glasses! Which he brings and places on the table, one orange juice, one appel juice, for Alice to pick the one she prefers and he'll get the other one. That done, he sits on a comfy chair on the other side of the coffee table. "Please, have a seat," he says, mentally not liking to sound like he's submitting someone to an interview. How guys can do that all day long, wearing a suit and tie to boot, is beyond him. As usual, he opted for the faded jeans and the purple t-shirt with a large target sing on the front. "So, how are things? he asks, trying to chit-chat. "Busy at the shop?" internally wondering if /shop/ is correct here, maybe she calls it a boutique? Or a store?
Alice	Alice takes the orange juice before taking a seat in another chair, the suitcase finding a rest next to her. "Thanks Mr. Barton. I can't complain about a lack of people requesting free stuff, but comissions are coming well enough. There's always someone that would like to get their costume more screen accurate and is willing to pay." "But as I told you last we saw, I am not in the market for unpaid comissions or work, or people paying not even the materials bill. That's not only uneconomic, it's also harming business."
Clint Barton	Hawkeye offers his best grin, as he takes the other glass of juice. "Hey now, please, no /mister/ here, just call me Clint," he can't but lightly protest against the formal /mister/ used to address him. If anyone isn't formal, it's Hawkeye. As he listens to Alice explaining how the business is going - which sounds to do relatively well - he raises an eyebrow at the mention of free work. It is far from his intention to take advantage of anyone's work. "Look," he says, always being quite direct in his conversations, "Here's the deal. I don't hire for the Avengers or SHIELD. But, yeah, I know people there. Both are always on the lookout for new material, or new ways of creating material or useful objects, by whatever means. So my plan is for you to tell me what you can or can't do, and then we can see if I can put you in contact with someone in either organization." He pauses, then adds, very seriously, "I know how life can stink at time, and I /never/ take advantage of people."
Alice	Good might be an exaggeration, but at least not totally bad. The constant state of artists. "I know, hiring for the Avengers is done differently. I am not a heavyweight that can stand up to people like Thor and the Iron Man anyway. If I was, I'd be in a different team, wouldn't I?" She smiles as she takes a little sip of her glas, putting it onto the table in front of her. "In case you want to see my portfolio, I got that in my case here." The suitcase ends on her lap a moment later, the latches click open and she takes out a thick album full of photos. Many of the photos are professional ones of people in film and anime costumes, presenting stuff in teir hands. Print outs from her customers over the years she worked in The Little Costume Shop, some newer. A few others are amateurish photos she shot herself, many of props or costumes parts in detail, next to screens from the film. And then what looks like attempts in food photography, but the food is shot in motion from different angles - so it must be a facsimile. Plastic food. "That's some of my work. Or are you looking for a demonstration?"
Clint Barton	Although he's not a fashion guy, Clint takes the time to look at most of the photographs in Alice's portfolio. Superheroes do wear special uniforms or costumes and some, like the Wasp, double with a high interest in fashion proper. "You sure are talented," Clint says, and meaning it. "If you don't mind, sending me the best examples by email, at my attention, so I can pass them around?" Portfolio reviewed, the archer drinks some of his apple juice. That done, he reaches for the box on the coffee table, and opens it. Inside can be seen an array of material samples, some with vivid colours, others in plain dark. From the look of it, the different materials also present a large variety of composition, from plain cotton to kevlar and other more high tech ones. "Above all, uniforms most be comfortable, resistant and practical. The R&D at Stark Gigterprises and SHIELD are always looking to improve the uniforms, make them even better. I'd be curious to know what you can do in that line. I know you mentioned it when we met at the school, but we didn't really have time to get into details."
Alice	"You can keep the portfolio here, but sure, I can give you a copy of the files. Watermarked though. Can't be too careful." Alice answers, raising an eyebrow at the other box opened. "Well, I have worked on costumes that were directly on the skin before. Though what do you have in mind?" She picks up a cube, eying the label on it, before putting it back on the counter of the table. "How about, a glove?" She picks another cube, that goes back to the box, before she lines up a mix of materials. Kevlar. Acrylate. Rubber. Nylon. And in the end, she empties her glass and puts that next to the 4 blocks. "Mind giving me your hand?"
Clint Barton	Clint watches as Alice manipulates the materials and lines them up on the coffee table. Curious by nature - which earned him a few scars - he doesn't hesitate and does as asked, offering his hand. "What I have in mind, something like, yes, improving or creating new types of material, but also maybe some practical - as in the field - applications. I'll give you some examples, but first, work your magic on my hand. Just..." he laughs, "Don't leave no scar, ok?"
Alice	Alice nods as she starts by picking the rubber cube, dropping it onto his hand, where it starts to melt. Slowly. Almost like liquid latex it begins to to coat the whole hand. At first, only thin, then it starts to foam a little, giving it some heft as it becomes a glove. A base. it takes just a few two, then seh picks the next cube. A hard plastic, from which she starts to fashion inlays that should protect the knuckles and back of the hand as well as the first part of the finger. With a sigh, she gestures for him to take the hand away a bit, brushing over her forehead. "Give me a moment." she asks, taking a few long breathes. After a minute or so, she takes the last cube and tosses the aramid chunk into the glass. And then... she starts to create fibers, pulling at them, spinning some around the hand before giving him a signal for the hand once more. Over the next ten minutes, she turns the glove into a compound of neoprene with an embedded layer of fiberglass and aramid.
Clint Barton	To say that Hawkeye is impressed, would not cover it properly. Alice's abilities are quite impressive. The time it took for the whole process answers one question he had in mind, about how long would it would take to manipulate and change the materials into something new. "Holy... wow," he says once the glove is formed, turning his now gloved hand around to study it. "This sure could be handy," he grins at the pun. "Ok, let' say we're on the field, and I give you the photograph of a key. Could you, right there and then, with the proper material, create the key that would fit in the lock?" That said, he looks away for a moment, thinking of another possible application. "Or, say, we end up in a crowd and need to pass incognito, could you change the color and form of a uniform into civvies, and how long would it take you?" He then pauses, chuckling, "Awright, I might be asking too much here. I'm trying to determine how useful your services could be for a possible employer. I already can say it would find some interest."
Alice	"I have made some stints from shirts once, so handy for sure." Alice remarks, wiping her forehead again. "Though a siple photo is tricky. If you can give me a photo from both the side and the front, maybe. Or a 3D model. Though making afterkeys is rather unethical, isn't it? Plus, as far as I know, there are tools that can replicate a key in metal within a few squeezes." "I can't alter what a material is or looks like, and as you saw, changes take time. And as I tested last summer, unstable molecules aren't really a polymer. I can't work with them. But say, I would need to do something like that? Depends on how complex the changes are. That glove from nothing took like 15 minutes or something? I think an hour to turn a uniform into real civies. Maybe more like 20 minutes to turn a BDU into army-style civillian clothing."
Clint Barton	"Impressive," Clint admits, and visibly liking the glove too! "Ok, so here's the plan. I'll let the R&Ds departments know what I know. They might want to talk to you for more technical questions, cuz I'm not really a tech guy, 'cept for trick arrows, of course." And even there, the R&Ds usually craft what Hawkeyer wants them to. That said, he closes the box, then stands, stating. "So I will talk to some people," he says, "See what can be done. No promises here, only the one that I /will/ talk to folks." He pauses, grinning before adding, in a mocked sigh, "Yes, even to Stark!"