1260/Mistaken Identity

Mistaken Identity
Date of Scene:	20 April 2020
Location:	Midtown
Synopsis:	Canary gets pulled over by Falcon!
Cast of Characters:	Sam Wilson, Dinah Lance

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Sam Wilson has posed:
// You got wheels up, Falcon? //

// I'm up and at 'em, Control, what's up? //

High above midtown, cruising on one of the currents that are artifically made by the various buildings of Midtown, the afternoon sun reflecting off of his wings as he buzzes by one of the office buildings, giving a little salute to those that are in the window looking out at the time.

// We have reports of a member of the Death-Throws near where you are. She goes by Bombshell, real name Wendy Conrad. //

A picture comes up in Sam's goggles of a girl with long blonde hair in a unitard and carrying a pair of round bombs.

// Did you just say 'Death-Throws'? //

// Affirmative. They're listed as a low-level threat. //

// Right, alright. Where am I heading? //

// Sending you a map, Falcon. //

The map comes up in the goggles, marking the spot Wendy was last spotted. It happens to be the same spot that another blonde woman was just a moment ago, and the SHIELD cam system hit on a false positive due to some dirt on the camera.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance, a.k.a. Black Canary, doesn't get up to New York City very often, so she's enjoying the ride. Waiting until nightfall to avoid rush hour, she's also in costume. Black bodysuit, fishnets, leather jacket, and a mask. It never hurts to dress to avoid trouble, right?

The custom Triumph hums along, motor rumbling smoothly as she cruises. Changing lanes, she slows to make a turn.

A turn that, unfortunately, makes the SHIELD satellite system confuse her for another blonde bombshell.

Not that Canary knows that such things are going on in the electronic world behind the scenes, however. She has an important date with an old friend from China, involving some of the best Chinese food on this continent and lots of green tea.

Sam Wilson has posed:
// Tracking the target, Control, let's see what we got here. //

As he turns down one of the side streets, Falcon wings over to turn on a side street, just as the motorcycle is spotted and there's a chirp in his ear. Looking down, he catches sight of the fishnets and mask and his brows lift in amusement. "Did I go back to 1945? Maybe Steve and I switched places." he comments in mild amusement before he's swooping down.

Do we do this the hard way?

He decides to give her a chance as he pulls up next to the motorcycle, wings tucked in for a moment as he floats alongside.

"Pardon me, m'am, but this is clearly marked as a no fishnets zone. Can I get you to pull over so I can check your license and registration, please?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance's mind is on Chinese food and good company when suddenly someone flies down alongside her. Her concentration is broken when he speaks, and the masked blonde blinks as she turns. "Excuse me?" she replies, but she's already downshifting.

She eases the bike over to the curb, lowering the kickstand and shutting off the engine. "A no fishnets zone? That feels uncomfortably like profiling to me." Still straddling the bike, the blonde makes no move towards either license or registration. Canary folds arms over her chest, then, smirking.

"Isn't it customary for law enforcement officials to show a badge first?" Apparently she won't be 'coming along quietly'.

Sam Wilson has posed:
When she downshifts, Falcon cuts back the throttle on his engines and pulls his legs to land with a couple of steps as he makes a semi-graceful landing. Turning around to face the masked blonde, he hasn't reached for the twin machine pistols as of yet. "Badge? We don't need no stinking badges." he quips. However, he does turn so that the Avengers 'A' is clearly shown on his shoulder. "I'm Falcon. And according to SHIELD, you're someone named Bombshell."

Then he gives her a long look over and he smirks, becoming a smile. "I don't really see where you would be carrying bombs, and I'm not exactly going to try to frisk you."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance smirks at his reaction canting her head as he lands and turns around. "Okay, now that's just a cheesy line from a movie." she quips back. Arms unfold and she dismounts the bike, taking a couple steps away. Slow, rolling, distracting steps.

"Bombshell? Well, Mister Falcon, I think SHIELD has me confused with someone else. Although if I told you I'm not carrying any bombs, I somehow don't think it would really matter. But you're welcome to frisk me if you want."

Her stance shifts a little. "At least you're welcome to try."

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Man, someone's frisky." Falcon responds with a roll of his eyes, and watches her for a few moments. While she's nice to watch, right now he's focused entirely on the business side of things. "It wouldn't be the first time they made a mistake, but would you just humor me and remove the mask? I can check to make sure you aren't her, and if you're not, you can be on your way. No muss, no fuss."

"If you're not Bombshell, what should I be calling you then, miss?" he asks, his tone warm and friendly, trying to get the tension to ease down just a little, especially when she shifts and challenges him to frisk her. "Don't think I'm rated to handle those curves."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance's stance is wide, comfortably braced and yet still relaxed. "I'm not taking the mask off and I'm not showing you my license and registration. SHIELD doesn't have any law enforcement jurisdiction, last I checked." Her gaze wanders downward, noting some of his hardware.

"I'm Black Canary with the Justice League, if that means anything anymore." And in Superman's absence, it really may not.

"You gonna let me go or pull those guns? I'm asking nicely, because if this goes south I want you to remember that I warned you first."

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Just give me one moment, m'am." Sam responds, as he rolls his eyes. Speaking into his comm, he reaches out for information.

// Control, Falcon. I think you made a mistake. Send me a visual on Black Canary, will you? //

It only takes a few moments before the return comes back.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighs as he looks at the picture of Canary, and the woman in front of her. "Yeah, it checks out. SHIELD." he sighs, and shakes his head. "Sorry for the trouble, Miss Canary." he offers to her politely. "SHIELD's been looking for a break with these guys, and I guess someone got a little overzealous. Definetly not drawing guns, you can be on your way, sure."

Grumbling, he rubs his hand over his face. "Again, my apologies."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance tilts her head, smirking once more. "No offense taken, Falcon. That's gotta be some kind of code-name, right?" Hands move from her hips and she takes a step back towards the bike, as if not completely willing to take her eyes off of him just yet.

"I'm meeting someone for dinner, otherwise I'd let you buy me a cup of coffee by way of an apology. Maybe even dessert." She swings a leg over to mount the bike again, levelling it off of the kickstand.

"Look me up if you're ever in Gotham. Now that your satellite knows what I look like, shouldn't be too difficult."

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Heh. I'll make sure to put in on SHIELD's tab." Though the wheels are already turning. If the computer got it wrong, maybe... Sam files the idea away for later use, but at the mention of dinner, Falcon chuckles. "Never know where I may turn up." he offers to her.

Once she's back on her bike, he turns and engages his engines to head skywards again.