10165/Even Avengers Cars Need Tune Ups

Even Avengers Cars Need Tune Ups
Date of Scene:	17 February 2022
Location:	Avenger's Mansion - Garage
Synopsis:	Cael, Alis, and Sara meet Captain Fricken Marvel - who offers Quinjet flying lessons. Then Alis helps fix Cael's poor abused bike.
Cast of Characters:	Carol Danvers, Cael Becker, Sara Pezzini

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Carol Danvers has posed:
Thursday evening finds Carol Danvers back at the mansion. She'd returned the day before from a jaunt down to the South Atlantic to save a pair of sinking ships. Then spent most of the morning demolishing buildings in Manhattan that had been been damaged enough in the fighting they were no longer considered structurally sound. And their continued presence was going to slow rebuilding efforts.

And let's face it. Knocking down buildings intentionally was kind of fun, and therapeutic.

Now Carol was back at the mansion. She'd cleaned up in the locker room, donning some old jeans and a t-shirt with the US Air Force logo on it, and then headed out to the garage. At the moment she's standing looking at an old beat up motorcycle, an old 1980s vintage Harley that has definitely seen better days. "Ok, let's take stock," she says to the bike as she crouches down and starts examining the visible parts of the engine first.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Entering the garage on foot, pushing a red black modern BMW motorcycle, is Cael Becker with a tired and put-out expression on her features. Once insides, she pauses momentarily, straightening, and stretching her back before she even notices Carol is present with her more vintage bike. With an almost sheepish expression on her features, she starts her way towards the woman, still pushing the bike. "I hope your afternoon wasn't as frustrating as mine," she remarks in a wry tone as she approaches.
    "...you could with bike engines? I don't know much beyond basic maintenance." Of course, there's every chance her personal mechanic will make an appearance at any moment to bemoan Cael's lack of skills and knowledge.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol unscrews something and checks it. "Ooof that's a lot of rust," she comments to herself before screwing it back on. She straightens and moves to wipe her hands on a rag and then grab a screwdriver to start taking the engine apart to get inside and take a look at the rest of it.

Which is when Cael comes pushing the motorcycle in. She turns towards her, the blond woman flashing Cael a quick smile. "I'm not bad," she says, though something either in the tone or in the little flash in her blue eyes suggests she might be understating things. "Wheel it over and we can take a look," she offers.

Carol turns back to the work bench, then back to the bike considering, before swapping out her tool she'd picked up for a metric one. "I remember your face though I'm struggling for the name," Carol admits in a direct manner. "I'm Carol," she offers.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I think I probably tore a belt," Cael offers as her own 'diagnosis' of the problem. It's questionable if this is actually what happened or not - but it's her working theory. She pushes it closer to Carol - and the bike turns out to be a BMW S1000 RR, a monster of a bike built for speed, and there's certainly nowhere on the US road system where it's legal to drive it at the speeds it's capable of achieving.
    "I'm Cael Becker," she offers simply, pulling the glove off her right hand, before offering it towards Carol. On the back of Cael's hand, a single row of flames is tattooed, licking up towards her wrist. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, ma'am," she offers politely - apparently, at least momentarily on her best behavior.
    It probably won't last.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara couldn't drive a motorcycle, not with her left arm still trapped in the sling that held is against her body. She didn't have access to Witchblade right now, so there was no flying either. Instead, she relied on an uber and hated every minute of it. The only reason she was even visiting was to deliver the coffee and tea that she always takes to the mansion. Once a month, like clock work, massive amounts to ensure the best for the best.

As she climbs out and pays, she heads through all the gates and entrances toward the mansion, but pauses when she hears voices from the garage. Seems there's a new voice she's not heard, and Cael, a voice she's heard enough to know perfectly. INstead of heading to the house, she heads to teh garage.

Alis steps out of no where, literally... no where. One minute there was nothing by Cael, the next was a small teenager with an angry look on her face. "I could have fixed it!" She rants, but not really angry, more annoyed.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers shakes Cael's offered hand. "Great bike," she comments about the BMW. "Haven't worked on one before, but that shouldn't stop us. Especially if it's a belt," she tells the other woman.

"The FBI Liaison, right?" Carol asks Cael, as the name is enough to spark Carol's memory of where she'd seen Cael's face before. In one of the briefings of Avengers updates that Jarvis had sent to her. "Nice to meet you as well. Sorry I haven't had a chance to before this."

Carol Danvers grabs a thick pad and tosses down beside the bike both to protect her jeans and soften things when she kneels beside the bike and starts opening up the engine housing to check the situation inside. She stands again, gives the engine a try, then crouches back down again.

She glances up again at the sound of Sara coming into the garage. "Ah, someone else I'm overdue in meeting," she says. Though the sudden appearance of Alis then catches Carol by surprise. She stands up quickly, looking to Sara to gauge if the sudden materialization is something to treat with alarm or not.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "That's me, yeah," Cael answers Carol easily. "You can thank Cap for that," she remarks in an amused tone. "Or blame. Whichever. And hell - no need to apologize." She pull off the helmet she's been wearing to keep the chill off as she walked - revealing blonde, mussed hair. The messy state easily reveals the golden yellow, teal, and blue colors dyed into the lower levels of her hair.
    As Carol addresses Sara, Cael turns to greet her with a smile. "Didn't expect to see you here toda-" she starts, only to interrupted by Alis.
    She stiffles a sigh, and instead offers towards the teenaged, half-asian girl, "Hey, it wasn't //your// skills I was doubting. But if I tried it on my own, I'd probably break the whole damned thing, and hear about it for the next month as a result." She pauses a moment then adds, "Who the fuck am I kidding? No way it'd be only a month."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis folds her arms over her chest and stares at Cael like a petulant teenager, because really that's what she was. "Fiiiine, then why ask a stranger," she jerks a hand toward Carol. "for help?"

Sara pauses only for a moment when Alis appears, but then just keeps approaching. "I bought the coffee and tea supplies for the mansion," she offers, ignoring Alis for the moment. "Sara Pezzini," she then offers toward Carol. "A little broken, but still alive. Pleased to meet you."

"Now she looks to Alis to say, "Alis, be nice to Cael, she's having a bad year."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Seeing Cael's reaction to Alis causes Carol Danvers to relax a little bit. Apparently not something attacking the mansion, then. Because it's only Thursday. Attacks usually happen on the second Friday of each month.

Carol looks between Cael, Sara, and the disembodied teenager. The greeting from Sara pulls Carol's focus then and she shakes her hand back. "Nice to meet you, Sara. Carol," she says simply enough. "Was glad to hear about you joining the team. Sorry we haven't had a chance to meet up until now. I've been... well, sort of all over lately," she explains.

"And this must be Alis then?" Carol asks as she turns towards the once-teenager. "Carol Danvers. So you work with bikes?" she asks. Not really aware of Alis' current state to know whether 'work' or 'worked' would have been more appropriate.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Because it was a chance to get to know //Captain Marvel,// Alis," Cael remarks in a drily amused voice. "I mean - you remember watching Ms. Marvel on the news and all, yeah? I need to get to know the Avengers to work with them more effectively. You'll always be my top mechanic, though," she promises, giving a small shake of her head before running her fingers through her hair, starting to smooth it back down. She pulls off her other glove, revealing a matching row of flames on that hand as well, and tucks the gloves into the helmet, which she hangs off the bike's handlebar.
    "I could have brought over the coffee and tea this time if you'd wanted, Sara..." she adds towards her roommate now, turning to look towards the woman. "Unless you were looking for an excuse to get out of the house for a bit?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara unshoulders the pack and sets it on the floor. "I needed to get out, probably shouldn't be out, but I need to get out," she explains, then finds something to lean against. In regards to motorcycle maintenance, she leaves that up to Carol, Cael and Alis to talk about.

"We've all been busy the past few months," she then offers to Carol. "Cael and I have been at ground zero of the angel bullshit, which is how I ended up with this," she gestures to the sling. "This too shall pass, soon, I think I know my next step.

Alis looks over at Carol for a minute, a bit of a scowl, maybe it was a glare and then the light comes on.

"HOLY SHEET! CAPTAIN MARVEL!" she fangirls hard then runs over and tries to hug Carol. "Alive, in the flesh! See, I /knew/ being dead and connected to you would pay off Cael, it's CAPTAIN FRICKEN MARVEL!"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danver's lips pull back in an amused grin at Cael's comment. She turns her attention back to the bike then as the other women converse, reaching in to unscrew a sparkplug and remove it to check its condition before reinserting it.

She has that finished when Alis reacts to her identity. Carol stands just in time for the hug to arrive, chuckling softly and slipping an arm about the girl to return the hug gently before letting her go. "Just Captain Marvel. I think Tony tried Captain Fricken Marvel out with some focus groups but it didn't play well enough," she tells Alis with another chuckle. "So feel like helping me with the bike?" Carol asks. She's spotted the issue but doesn't mention it, so if Alis wants to help she can have the reward of finding it herself hopefully.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Oh my //God//, Alis," Cael mutters, hiding her face in one hand for a moment. When she lowers it again, she gives Carol and apologetic look behind the- well, teen spirit's back. "And I thought it couldn't be worse than Alis pretending to grab Cap's ass," she mutters. Clearing her throat she adds, "Carol, my sister, Alis. Alis... 'Captain Fricken Marvel.' But she might perfer it if you just called her Carol, yeah?"
    Her attention shifts back to Sara as she adds, "I'd probably do the same thing. You know how shit I am at sitting still... But don't over do it, ya know? ...or I'll have Bear sit on you."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Before she died, Alis was a mechanic. She might look too young to have been working on street racing cars and bikes, but that's what she did because Cael was the driver. Bending down now, she starts looking over the bike before throwing out there, "Cap has a very nice butt," just to make sure everyone knows that. "Carol's a good name, but Captain Fricken Marvel rolls off the tongue. CFM... Carol, which ever comes to mind... wow Cael, how did you do that to your timing chains?"

She turns to look over at Cael, "I mean seriously, have you been racing again? I'm going to need tools, lots of tools, and prayer, we might need some prayer cause Cael messed this up /real/ good." She might be over exaggerating the damage, but that's what she does to Cael.

Sara leans against a workbench rather than any of the cars, there is no way she's touching the cars in this garage. "I'm taking it easy Cael," she offers between Alis' rants, but she's grinning. Clearly she lives with this ranting and banter between the two and is already accustomed to it.

"Nice to meet you Carol," she finally offers with a chuckle. "Welcome to live with Alis, you have to learn to talk around her... My joining the team happened some where in the middle of the attack on Manhattan, so I didn't get a welcome packet," she still grinning to imply the joke. "Not even sure what happens next."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol steps back, crossing her arms as she watches Alis work. "I can live with CFM," she agrees, looking over to Cael and Sara with a quick grin. "There's plenty of tools there," she says, motioning to the workbenches which are about what you'd expect in a garage funded by the money that the Avengers are endowed with.

Her attention turns back to Sara then, Carol giving the detective a quick little salute with her fingers as a greeting. "That's a good question. JARVIS can probably help with a lot of that. We take turns being on duty, there's a roster you'll get added to. We always have at least one Avenger on duty monitoring things. Though JARVIS is capable of doing most of the monitoring, having someone there to make decisions or respond, you know," she says.

Carol gestures to the beverage supplies that Sara brought. "And you're familiar with the coffee already, which is the true lifeblood of the operation. So really you know most of it," she says with a chuckle. "I don't know if you've started learning to fly the quinjets yet. But if you need help, I'm your girl there," the former Air Force pilot says. She's even wearing a t-shirt to that effect.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Just around the track at the Trisk - it's the only place I can //really// open her up," Cael answers, letting out a sigh. "I thought she was in good shape, though. I didn't expect her to-" she gestures towards the engine in frustration, before folding her arms over her chest.
    "I'm glad you're taking it easy," she adds, flashing Sara a brief smile. "Because really, Bear wasn't trained to keep us from exacerbating our injuries..."
    At the talk of the quinjets, obvious interest flares in Cael's gaze. "I haven't trained on them yet. I mean - I've been training with Sam, the fly his wings. Getting pretty good at it - or was. I've had to step back a little on that lately. But the Quinjets are still a mystery to me."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis starts searching out the tools she needs, not caring whose they might be. If someone did that to her tools she'd maim them, but she'll do it to other people's because Carol gestured to the tool and that made it okay. The tools go into a bucket, along with a couple of rags and then she's back to the bike.

"It's a good bike for street races," she finally says as she dives right in. "But it's not designed for track racing. I'll fix that."

Using her foot, Sara slides the backpack of coffee beans and loose leaf teas toward Cael, hoping she gets the hint to pick it up and put it away at some point. Really Sara shouldn't have picked it up, the damage to the left deltoid was still trying to heal, but she hadn't realized that until it was too late.

"I haven't learned anything about the Quinjets," she admits with a slight shrug of the right shoulder, the left one doesn't listen. "I'm capable of self flight, well really Witchblade is. Might not be a bad idea to learn though, never hurts to have an extra pilot around. Cael's likely a better candidate for piloting them though, she's got a daredevil streak though." She eyes Cael with a grin, teasing her about some private thing Sara knows about regarding the woman.

"I could likely figure it out, but I think proper lessons might be a better choice."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Definitely need to be proper lessons," Carol agrees towards both women about the quinjets. "Learning on a trainer, mastering the basics. While the quinjets are quite maneuverable, especially at lower speed with their VTOL capabilities... the consequences of a mistake flying through the city itself are obviously pretty severe. So you need to work up your skills the traditional way before venturing into one," she says.

Carol glances out the open garage door and towards the surrounding city. "Sometimes I wonder that they still let us fly jets in and out of here. Though I suppose the benefits of, well, keeping the city from otherwise being destroyed, are worth it to them. And we haven't ever had a crash that wasn't involved in stopping something that was far worse than a plane crash would have been," Carol muses to them.

Carol moves over to take a look at the backpack. "Ooo, I'm going to have to try this," she comments as she checks out the brands inside. "More of a coffee drinker than tea. But it's one of those things I should probably try to make the switch on," she says with a shake of her head.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael nods to Sara simply as the bag is nudged her way, before remarking to Alis, "I'm sure you'll sort her out. Bit unfortunate I can't do the street races anymore." But her cover is much too blown by her involvement with the Avengers, and the defense of Manhattan, to go back undercover with the illegal racing scene.
    ...she already missed it, though she never brought it up.
    "Sara, saying I have a 'daredevil streak' implies that I'm mostly level headed, with only a dash of death defying antics. I'm not sure if I feel complimented, or insulted," she remarks in a teasing tone, before nodding to Carol.
    "Yeah. Something like a Quinjet - I see the value in putting the work in up front, before risking lives and expensive equipment. I'd love to learn, though."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara watches Carol dig into the bag to check out the coffee and tea, the number of choices available. The joke about her being a cop and knowing the best coffee places had carried over to her delivering coffee to the mansion on a regular basis. She knew about really good coffee, that was true, but not because she was a cop.

"If you find one you really like, let me know, I'll get you more," she offers to Carol, then she looks to Cael.

"In some things you have a level head," she teases back. "Most however... yeah, totally insulting you, that's exactly it." She wiggles her brows at this before switching back to the other topic.

"Once things calm down with the angelic invasion, and I get the use of my left arm back, I'd love to learn more about the quinjets myself."

Alis mean while in in mechanic heaven, taking the section of the engine apart that she needs to repair. She knew the truth about Cael, about the racing, about that desire lurking in her sister, but she wouldn't say a word about it. What Cael needed was some legal racing, and that existed.

"How long you planning to stick around Cael?" She asks, the tip of her tongue sticking out slightly from concentration. "I can have this fixed in an hour, so long as I don't have to rebuild or replace anything."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol says, "Great, I'll get ahold of someone and get you both into training." She looks over and sees how well Alis is doing. "Looks like you have yourself an awesome mechanic, Cael," Carol says with a smile for Alis.

"I think I'm going to head inside and start some searches going for parts for my bike. I just picked it up and it's going to take even more restoration than I originally thought," she says with a sigh and a glance to the Harley that is three decades old, and looks like it didn't handle the New York winters very well.

Carol raises a hand to wave goodbye to them. She does grab one of the tea containers and container of coffee to take with her if Sara is amenable to it. "I'll leave them in the kitchen, but will brew up some now," she says with a grin before heading for the mansion.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I've always had an amazing mechanic," Cael agrees - a hint of cocky confidence creeping into her posture and tone. "With me driving, and Alis keeping the machines up to par - we're hard to beat," she declares with a grin.
    The posture only lasts a moment, though, before she adds, "I'll look forward to the lessons. Thanks, Carol."
    She moves to take up a position leaning against a work bench next to Sara now, watching her sister work with a relaxed pose. "I've got all the time you need, Alis. Martin's got Jon for the afternoon. And I needed a break from the amount of tea that man serves," she remarks in an amused tone. "Seems to think anything you can't fix with medicine - you can fix with tea."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara has no issues with Carol taking coffee and tea, that's why she brought it. The rest she can move to the kitchen later, or get Cael to.

"Take care Carol," she offers with a smile. "I look forward to trying to learn how to fly one of those things."

Shifting her eyes to Alis as the ghost teen works on Cael's bike, she chuckles quietly. She'd never seen the girl so focused, save for when she was taking care of Cael. "The British believe tea is pure magic and will create world peace, cure cancer, and probably unite the universe in some sort of kum-by-ya moment. Run while you can Cael, run screaming."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "It's worse than that, Sara. Jon got me to eat some..." Cael pauses dramatically, "//clotted cream.// I mean, who names an edible item like that? //Clotted// cream? Ugh." She gives an exaggerated shudder.
    "I don't know what I was thinking. They're both so- ... so... //British//. At least Agnes is young enough that there's still some hope for her."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara laughs, which hurts but a good hurt, if there is such a thing.

"Clotted cream? What the fuck is that?" she asks with a snort, the name really just... well she has the same thought Cael just voices. "Cream with lumps or something? Like cottage cheese?

She finally settles into just chuckling, it hurts less. "You going to Americanize Agnes huh?" she then asks with a grin. "Better get to work then, cause it's going to take time to catch up for lost time."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "It's more like, umm... A thinner cream cheese? Jon put it on a scone with some jam and gave it to me. It's- damnit, it's actually pretty good, but the //name//." Cael shakes her head. "The Brits invented English, right? So why are they so shit at naming things? As for Agnes - already took her to the shooting range. If she's gonna be living with SHIELD agents at the Triskelion - best she learns gun safety sooner and not later. I'll teach her how to ride a bike next," she adds, nodding to her motorcycle. "...just not on that one."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis is still merrily working away, in her element, something she can fix with her hands rather than hovering around helpless all the time. She's only half listening to the conversation between Sara and Cael because this drive shaft needs adjusting.

Sara hmms softly, "She can't ride legally until she's sixteen," she comments quietly. "Learning permit at fifteen, license at sixteen, and then she can learn to ride a motorcycle. New York laws are strange like that, gotta drive a car first, so you've got some time."

She shifts slightly, stretching the right side of her body. The left wanted to stretch, but she knew better. "I was twelve the first time my dad took me to the range, but he made me learn how to take apart and clean a gun before I was actually allowed to fire it. Said it was 'gun safety' to know about it before you shoot. Did she enjoy shooting?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "The Trisk has a closed track," Cael says dismissively. "I'll show her the basics, I'm not taking her out on the streets. I //know// she's too young to drive legally," she says with some amusement. "She'll still be learning in a much safer and more controlled way than I ever did."
    At the question about the firing range, she gives a nod of confirmation. "I think she did. And I showed her how to disassemble and assemble it. I didn't go into cleaning yet - I'll do that next."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Not going to tell you how to do it," Sara comments as a wicked grin crosses her face. "After all, I'm not her mother like you are." Oh yeah, she went there, no pause, no hesitation. Yes, there were comments she wanted to make about learning to drive on a closed course versus learning to drive in the real world, but it wasn't her place to say a damn thing about out, so she'd keep her mouth shut.

"What happens when none of us are living at the Triskelion?" she then asks with a slight chuckle, adjusting the conversation before Cael lost her shit again over being called Agnes' mother.

Alis comments idly with a lot of giggling and one snort, "Mommy Cael." then just goes back to working on the bike.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Oh my God - I will fuck you both up," Cael complains with a groan, valiantly resisting the urge to poke Sara where she hurts.
    No, Cael. That shit's not okay.
    "I'm no one's mother," she mutters under her breath. "And never will be. //Fuck//." That's just a terrifying idea all around. "And at this point... who the hell knows how things are going to turn out in the end? I mean... I'll probably end up back in the apartment when all of this is said and done. When all of this is... better, but..." She's living one day at a time right now.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara smirks with another chuckle, then nudges Cael with her foot.

"I meant for teaching Agnes," she explains. "But yeah, you'll get called mom eventually." She's still poking at it, it's amusing. "Or perhaps Aunty Cael."

She's still grinning, even though right now Cael could totally fuck Sara up. Alis could just disappear, but Sara... she's pretty much a walking target right now. "Want to go inside, make some coffee and let Alis..." she looks over at Alis. "Holy shit..."

Alis has the drive mechanism completely taken apart on a small tarp, is cleaning all the parts and putting it back together. Under normal circumstances a mechanic would make this an 'all day job', but not Alis, she's going to get it done in under an hour. It will be done quickly, correctly, and no corners cut, because that's what she did.

Looking up, Alis blinks in confusion, "What?"

Sara shakes her head, "Not a thing Alis, carry on." Then she whispers toward Cael, "That kid has skill Cael, we need to get her working with her hands."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I'm not mom," Cael says flatly, her teeth gritting a little. She folds her arm tightly over her chest, her posture radiating both annoyance and discomfort at the repeated teasing.
    "This is what she does," she says simply. "If you want to head it - just take one of the bags of coffee. I'll bring the rest in later. I'd rather stay here."
    Because, honestly, it was just nice to be hanging around in a garage while her sister worked.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara considers a moment, then bends down to grab one of the bags of coffee in hand. "I'll make a pot, then bring us out some when its done."

Heading into the mansion, she makes sure the door closes. She doesn't want to piss JARVIS of, even though to this day she is still not entirely certain who or what JARVIS is.

Alis follows Sara with her eyes for a moment, then looks back to the parts laid out around her. They're all clean, and laying in a specific order. Someone could mess up the order and she'd still be able to put it back together, the order merely made the process faster.

"Do you think people would get really pissed if I studied the engines of those quinjets?" Alis asks as she works, her attention on the parts and not Cael, but she could still hold a conversation. "It would be really cool to study avionic engines."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I mean. People are pretty picky about how maintenance is done on planes for a good reason. I'd probably have to ask for permission, get someone to supervise to make sure nothing goes amiss. I bet you'd pick it up damned fast, but they don't have the experience in your skills that I do, you know?" Cael replies - finally pushing off from the work bench and moving towards Alis and her bike to sit on the floor. She picks up a couple of the tools, ready to hand them off to Alis as they're needed, like she's done thousands of times before.
    "Did I really fuck her up that bad this time?" she asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis hmms softly, watching Cael come over, playing up the act of having to think about it... then a huge smile spreads across her face.

"Nah, not really," she finally offers, taking one of the tools from Cael as she starts to reconstruct the part. "The problem with most tracks is the angle, which not all vehicles are designed for. Racing cars and bikes are altered to tolerate the angle, in fact they are constructed to rely on that angle to add to their speed and handling."

She picks up the next part of the piece, then starts fastening it into place. "This was just a minor slip in the drive, and it was actually just from wear and tear, passage of time and usage. The part will need replacing, so you'll have to be kind to her until we replace it, alright?"

Her eyes look around at the other cars for a single moment, then go back to the part in hand. "You remember, I can look at the quinjet engine without actually touching anything, right?" She giggles. "In fact, I've already peeked at one once, briefly. I didn't think they'd let me start taking them apart yet, but if you ask, maybe I'll get to. That would be so awesome."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Oh, well... I mean..." Cael leans in to whisper conspiratorily, "It's not like they can stop you. And I doubt they'd even know."
    She then straightens up again, idly twirling a socket wrench in her hand. "So. You're telling me //not// to take her up to 190 on the way home. //Damn//," she remarks in a teasing voice. It's not like she could have pulled that around here without getting rather arrested...     

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Adjusting the way her legs are crossed, Alis snerks softly then laughs out, "One-ninety on the streets of New York? You're bad Cael, but if you do go those speeds you have to take me with you."

The next piece is picked up so reattachment can begin. "I should go upstairs and into Cap's room and rub all over everything," she then says casually, as if the concept of rubbing yourself on someone elses belongings happened all the time. "Twice, then come back and look over those engines. I could explore this whole place. That's my specialty after all, scouting things out and reporting back. Want to know what Cap's underwear look like? We could answer the boxer or briefs question."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...this is not a question I need answered, no," Cael answers with a groan. "So you can just keep that intel to //yourself//, thanks," she says dryly.
    "And do you really need to invade the privacy of the Avengers? They get little enough of it as it is. You're going to get me banned from the Mansion," she points out in a dry voice, rolling her eyes. "...why don't we stick to the cars? And maybe figuring out how JARVIS works? I bet that would piss off Stark."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis looks up at the ceiling a moment, weighing the two sides. On one side, she can wander around the mansion unseen and see everything, on the other side she could allow the Avengers privacy. It really was an argument in her head because she was a ghost, and 'haunting' things is what she was supposed to do, right? Even if this 'haunting' really was just floating around unseen and looking at stuff. She liked to gather information on things, it passed the time and after seven years of just existing unseen and unknown about, it was also partly habit to do it.

"It's not like anyone would know," she finally says as she looks back to the bike part in her hand. "But I suppose the concept of invading privacy is one I should consider again. Never seemed to matter before, but that was before anyone knew I was around... I'll think about it though."

Shifting her position to move back to the bike, she prepared to put the part back in. "JARVIS is a computer, right? I mean that's the base of it? An intelligent AI that Stark made that runs everything around here and probably Stark's home and his business..." she hmms softly, collecting a tool from the tarp. "I doubt I could figure out /how/ it all works. Computers aren't my strongest suit, but I could learn and /then/ learn how it works."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Thanks, Alis," Cael replies as the girl offers to at least consider her words.
    Honestly, that was a lot from the teenage ghost. After all, change, growth, and progress wasn't exactly in her nature anymore.
    "I think so? I guess. I mean, you're still better with computers than I am. I just don't have the aptitude, but I bet if you concentrated on it... you'd do fine." She continues idly twirling the socket wrench with one hand as they talk.
    "Is it absolutely ridiculous that I've considered looking for a bike with a sidecar so Bear could ride in it?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The part slides tightly into place and Alis sets to ensuring all the screws, bolts and nuts are in the right place.

"Not really," she answers, once again the tip of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she concentrates. "Just need to get him a dog harness for the seat, doggy helmet and goggles. Would be really fantastic actually."

"I have a lot of minor talents," she then adds. "But engines, those I know inside and out. Programming was always secondary, we never had a computer worth much to practice on, and since I can't be all that far from you, makes it difficult to practice with them now... though I do have books in my pack now, because /key-rist/ is half the things you do these days boring."

With the handles on coffee cups being nice and sturdy, Sara manages to carry two back out to the garage. She has to put them both down at the same time on the workbench, then pick Cael's up, but she did it.

"Made some of the Nicaraguan," she comments as she moves over and offers Cael her cup. "Figured after all that tea, you could use some real coffee."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "What - looking after Jon?" Cael asks in a dry voice. She can't blame the teen for being bored with that sort of stuff - she didn't have the same attachment that Cael has - obviously. "You have all the Triskelion to explore though when I'm there. And when Sara's feeling better - she can get back to training you." She smirks with amusement as she adds, "Maybe you join me and Agnes for firearms practice next time."
    She nods gratefully to Sara as the woman returns, reaching out to take the cup, and taking an appreciative sip. It was pretty good, alright.
    "Thanks. I mean, Jon drinks coffee in the morning, but the rest of the day..."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Taking care of Jon, yeah, that's exactly what Alis meant, but there was more to it she wasn't going to say.

"I've already explored the Triskelion," she states, moving around to the other side of the bike now. "There are some places I went that I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to go, but I went anyway cause /so bored/."

Sara steps back to grab her own cup, then returns to standing near where Alis is working and Cael is hovering.

"I don't see a reason Alis couldn't start fire arms training," she comments, trying to focus the bored ghost teen back on something positive. "SHIELD requirements start with learning to take it apart and put it back together, so I'm pretty sure that won't be a problem. The rest of the training," she lifts her right shoulder in a slight shrug. "That's playing it by ear. I've already seen improvements and reported them, but there's no specific form of training for WAND agents."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well. You me and Agnes, blowing shit up," Cael replies easily. "It's a date." She smirks in amusement, then takes another sip of her coffee, before letting out a contented sigh. The stress and frustration of pushing a broken bike seems to be completely forgotten, as she simply... enjoys the moment.
    How the fuck did //Cael// ever learn a skill like that?
    "So with WAND - they just let you make shit up as you go?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis grins broadly over the seat of the bike at Cael, "Oh we are so totally blowing shit up!" Just because the teen was now thinking grenades and explosives didn't mean it would happen, right?

Sara lifts a brow, studying Cael for a moment.

"The basics are the same as any agent, to serve as the line between the insane shit and the people," she says plainly. "But in WAND, there's no specific manual because... well look at me Cael. Witchblade in a manual? How to train a ghost to be an agent, in a manual? How the two of us might work together, in a manual? It's not as cut and dry as telling soldiers with guns how to do something, so yes, a lot of it gets made up on the fly."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well, glad you're excited about it," Cael replies with a laugh, before taking another sip. She lets out a sigh, before looking back up to Sara.
    "Sure, fine, fiiiiine." There's a hint of amusement on her features. "I suppose it's a little more complicated that training straight up 'Muggles' like me."
    Shifting her gaze towards Alis she adds, "Are books enough? You want a tablet with some apps and games or something? I mean... We can get you whatever shit you need."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Still elbow deep in putting the bike back together Alis comments, "Electronics don't work in the other place." before she finally steps back to look at the bike. "And I stay there most of the time so I'm not making anyone uncomfortable. I mean, I don't know how Jon or Martin would feel about me being around, so I tend to stay in the other place and read." She shrugs again, then walks around the bike to stand by Cael.

"Just remember to be gentle with her until we get the new parts, then I'll install them." She offers a grin, then starts cleaning up the tools, each one going back to the exact place she got it from. The tarp is folded back up and slide on the shelf, and the bucket she borrowed to move the tools around, goes back in the closet.

Sara snorts and rolls her eyes with a quiet, teasing, "Fucking muggles," then she laughs cause she's so not serious. "At least you get the idea, Cael. Some things remain the same in the training, but most... yeah, most is me winging it. Physical training is the same, now that we know the current limits of Alis' ability to be on this plane, combat training with hand to hand and guns of course, and of course the entire SHIELD manual read cover to cover, because we can actually /have/ a manual to read now."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Sara and I have a pair of rooms down the hall," Cael points out dryly with some amusement. "You can sit on my bed and use a tablet to your heart's content. Or a laptop. Or whatever the fuck you want. Seriously, Alis, what the fuck?" she asks.
    She climbs to her feet, running her hand down the body of her bike with a small smile before she remarks, "Thanks for the tune-up, Alis. I'll good care of her until we can do a proper job."
    She turns back to face Sara as she remarks, "I know I can't be her official trainer - because of the relationship, and my status as a fucking Muggle - but I can at least help with firearms and hand-to-hand. While you're mending."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis shrugs again, finishing the last bit of cleaning up after herself.

"I like being where you are," she offers, then uses come cleaner on her hands and a rag to get the grease off. "I haven't gotten over that particular problem yet, where I feel like I need to be where you are. Seven years Cael, that's a lot of time stuck in a routine to break."

Sara looks between Alis and Cael for a moment, then her eyes settle on Cael. "There's no reason you can't work with her in hand-to-hand and firearms," she states. "Even on an official level of training. The evaluation of her skills and progress is the part you can't do. I have no idea how long I'm stuck like this, but I think this would be something fun the two of you could do. I just need to hear about how you kick Alis' butt in hand-to-hand."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "In detail. I'll paint a word picture," Cael offers Sara brightly, before looking back to her sister again.
    "Seven years without me ever responding to you, or acknowledging you. I can't... quite get over how much that must have hurt," she says in a wry voice. "I wish I'd had a way of knowing sooner." But that wish was about as useful as wishing Alis hadn't died.
    "You heard Jon talking about Michael's perfect world? That we were- That I was a racer, and you were my mechanic? ...I'd've had a hard time walking away from there."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis adjusts the pack she wears, it's always there on her back now, filled with numerous things she finds important, or that Cael might need. "I told you before, it wasn't all bad. I don't feel things the way you do, or I used to. I missed being able to talk to you, but I still got to see you... that seemed to be enough, until it wasn't. I didn't know it wasn't enough enough until I /could/ talk to you again, and that just made everything... perfect, for me at least." There was more, there was always more, but she wasn't going to talk about it here where there were extra ears named JARVIS.

"You could still be a racer you know," she then states with a grin. "I could be a mechanic, just not one that could be around all the time, but I can see the attraction to the vision that was asshat's world, but his lack of understanding humans would have been a problem. Thing is... no world created by a fucktard like that would be worth living in, and humans always find a way to change the script, things he could never understand or prepare for, so he'd start all over again and again and again and it would never be the prefect utopia he wanted."

Sara takes a drink of her coffee, watching the two again. For the moment, it felt like she should just stay quiet. Alis rarely spoke about the before time, the seven years, and what she went through, in fact it was something Sara had tried to get her to talk about before for the WAND records. So much was unknown about ghosts, and where as Alis shared some things, there were still things she kept to herself.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I mean, I'm not saying we give in and let the fucktard make his world. Don't get me wrong. I still have plans to hit him with a fucking chair." Cael smirks at the thought. "I just- I don't know. It has a ring to it."
    After another sip of her coffee she adds, "Maybe I'll look into places where I can race - //legally// - once all this shit is finally over. Once Jon's had enough time to recover."
    Looking towards Sara she adds, "We're thinking maybe a ski trip. I've never learned how to ski - but it would be fun, I think, and challenging. And Agnes has never really seen the snow."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara looks outside the garage door then back to Cael.

"How did she miss it?" she teases, then grins. "Skiing's a good choice. Lots of fun to be had, just make sure you go to a place that also has sledding or tubing, both are a great deal of fun when the skiing fails, unless you break something."

Alis looks around one more time to make certain she put everything away, then looks back to Cael. "It's what could have happened," she says bluntly. "If I hadn't gotten killed, that's why it has a ring to it for you. I don't think it would have happened, no way to get out of the pit once you fall into it, not for kids like we were. More likely we'd both be in jail making license plates."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "The shit out there's thin on the ground," Cael says dismissively. "We're talking deep snow, and frozen lakes, and the like. ...honestly, //I've// never seen snow like that, either. So... yeah. It'll be fun. We'll find a good place."
    She finishes off her coffee, looking back to Alis before she adds, "I know you're right. You died, and I met Barnes, and without both of those things... I'd still be there, or dead myself, or in jail. It's why I always tried to give those kids a way out - like I was given." It's why she never wants to quit the FBI - never wants to really leave that work behind.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Alis grins from ear to ear, though there's no real reason for it, she clearly has one.

"And that Cael, it what makes you you," she steps over and hugs Cael, then takes the now empty coffee cup. "I'll put this away for you, but Sara got here by uber so you might want to offer her a ride home."

Sara finishes off her own coffee before she says, "One child saved makes it all worth it, so we agree on that. I've helped a few in my time, but not for the same reasons. Either way... if I can help a kid, I will."

Then she blinks and sighs. "Yeah, I took an Uber, and I'll take one home. I could drive a car, but I don't own one. Don't worry about me, I intend to put the coffee away, clean up after myself, then head home."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...I don't know that ride on the back of the bike would be very comfortable for Sara. I could probably borrow one of the cars here? Return it later and pick up my bike after we've gotten the part to really fix it?" And thus avoid any chance it'll break on her out on the road. Cael looks between the pair of them to see what they think of that notion.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara looks at the cars throughout the garage, pretty sure that each and everyone of them belonged to a specific Avenger and weren't just open for anyone to use. That's when a part of her own brain scream 'YOU ARE AN AVENGER!' and she blinks, and starts like someone actually yelled it.

"I'm an Avenger," she says out loud, more to herself then either Alis or Cael. "I'm pretty sure that so long as we don't take anything Stark claims as his, or Cap's car," she points to the one she's certain is his. "I think we'll be fine with borrowing one."

Alis stares at Sara for a moment, realizing she missed that part of the conversation earlier because she was still in fangirl mode. "Well holy sheets... Sara's an Avenger," she mutters then adds, "Take a car Cael, take a car!" Before taking the two coffee cup into the kitchen, washes them, rinses out the coffee pot and makes sure the basket of grounds is dumped before she comes back to the garage.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Alright, taking a car it is," Cael says in amusement.
    She moves towards her bike, running a hand over the seat. "Don't get into any trouble," she murmurs - leaving her helmet and gloves there. Then she retrieves the rest of the backpack, hefting it over her shoulder, and following Alis into the house.
    After she's delivered the goods, she returns with the empty bag - tossing it lightly towards Sara's good hand, before moving towards where they store the keys. After a few moment's thought she grabs one, and clicks the unlock button before starting towards the appropriate sedan.
    Yes. She chose a car that would comfortably accomodate Alis, too.
    "Back to your dad's place?" she asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara gets her coat zipped back up while Cael puts the rest of the coffee away, then pulls the stocking cap out of the pocket and puts it on, crooked, one handed is not good for this sort of thing. She ignores it, accepts that it will be crooked, then looks toward Cael as she returns.

"Yeah, almost have everything uncovered," she comments, walking toward the chosen sedan. "The first floor looks livable again at least, so that's something."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Progress takes time," Cael agrees easily, as she slips into the driver's seat. She waits for everyone to get settled - but not long enough for everyone to buckle, before she starts to pull out of the garage. "I'll take the scenic route. See how fast this thing can go? Maybe it's been upgraded..."
    She's joking, right? She's not really thinking of finding some deserted country roads to open up on - is she? With Sara still injured?
    She //must// be joking. ... right?