14561/Flying Tiger without a P-40

Flying Tiger without a P-40
Date of Scene:	30 March 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Kitchen
Synopsis:	Tigra flees a parade of pictures provided by proud paternal unit.
Cast of Characters:	Greer Grant, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Scott Lang

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Greer Grant has posed:
It's been several days since the mass body swap has been set to rights, with people once again looking at their own reflections. Since then, Tigra has not been about, which may or may not have been noticed by others. Cats, they do their own thing, right? She's chosen this moment, though, to somewhat quietly make her way to the kitchen, where she's just opened the Hulk-sized refrigerator. Of, anyone seeing her might be mistaken for uncertainty or misidentification, because while this is Tigra, back in her own body, she also, currently, sports an impressive pair of broad, hawk-like wings that she moves somewhat awkwardly with.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The extent of Natasha's awareness of the body switch was what was informed the rest of the team by Clea to which she had simply noted and filed away. It had not impacted the team's readiness or field operations, so it had mostly been ignored given no offiical meeting had been taken on it. So, as she goes over in to the kitchen, she's not been paying any particular attention to Greer since the incident.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper is seated with legs crossed at the end of the long, Avengers-sized table, her attire showing that she's currently not //technically// at work, but when does she actually not work? There is a small laptop before her, a tablet and a cup of coffee half-finished off to the side. Her attention is set to the multiple screens, where she touches a part of it, no doubt to advance whatever it is she's reading.

The fact that Pepper is there undoubtedly means that Tony is somewhere on premises. Could be lab- most likely the lab.

Upon Greer's entrance, the redhead lifts her head briefly to offer at least the courtesy of acknowledgment if not a greeting, but rather than looking down once more, her attention remains. Perhaps she didn't hear about the body swaps, or moreso, it was so far removed from what she does day to day that it hadn't affected either her and Tony or their work.

"Uhm.. Greer?" The question may convey a myriad of questions unspoken. While not particularly close, there is at least an acquaintance between the women. Natasha is given a glance, and a quick smile of greeting before she returns to Tigra.

Greer Grant has posed:
Well crap. She didn't want to actually see anyone, or more accurately be -seen- by anyone, but Tigra knew it had to happen, sooner or later. She couldn't be a hermit forever, and it's not like these will go away on their own, will they? It won't get better if you keep picking at it, or similar. Sighing softly at being caught out, Tigra pulls out a soda from the bridge and closes it, waiting until it's closed before turning with a slight rustle of her wings towards Pepper. "Yes, Pepper?" she asks, pretending as if nothing at all is out of the ordinary, beyond a multibillionaire's aide, an accomplished assassin and spy, and a cat woman being in a kitchen together. "Am I being too loud?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
That would take a moment as Natasha re-evaluates. Pepper's brought up soemthing she had not been paying attention to, ergo she gives the circumstances her focus. She's rather quiet - but Natasha usually is in something she's not engaged in. WHich is normally operationally focused. "Ms. Potts, I hope that everything is well. Mister Stark didn't get too scratched up from the attack where he was in the bushes, did he?" Natasha is allowed to tease Tony when he's not present. Pepper will find it amusing or go to defend Tony and it gives at least some level of a back and forth.

"You're not, I was just here to grab something before I went onto monitor duty."

Pepper Potts has posed:
Brows rise, and sitting back in her chair, Pepper takes hold of what's left of her coffee, cradling it in hand on her lap. Green eyes remain on the cat-bird, and her head tilts. "No, no, not at all." She takes a moment, glancing quickly towards Natasha with a quick silent request for help, or at least some backup here, before she returns to the other Avenger.

"Are-are you okay? I mean.." Beat. "You're looking well."

Natasha's quip regarding Tony's move to the bushes gains a quick, barked laugh. "He's fine, thank you. A little scary, and we're still discussing what to do about all of that." Happy was //not// happy he wasn't there to help.

Greer Grant has posed:
"Bushes? What's that?" Tigra asks Natasha, tail flicking with curiosity. "Was he being a Peeping Tom, hiding in the bushes to watch something he shouldn't be?" She starts to lean back against the fridge to talk to the other two, then winces as she catches a wing the wrong way. "Hm? Oh, yes, absolutely well, just fine. No reason to think otherwise, right?" She sighs, and the wings actually droop a bit. "Right, that wasn't funny even in my head. No, I don't know why I have these ridiculous -wings- now, but I may have an idea."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would chuckle, "Oh, at one of the Oscars parties. Merely a normal scramble." She doesn't see anything about a botched assassination attempt as particularly attention getting. Mostly annoyed with herself for her sloppiness on the operation and having been caught out of position. Her attention would glance over to Greer.

Wings? Oh, yes, that was mentioned lightly in the report that she skimmed. "Oh? Do elaborate." She's not sure where Greer is going with it - but it sounds like the other woman is somehwat interested in the idea.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper ghosts a smile at the question regarding Tony and the bushes, and shakes her head. The 'playboy' reputation still follows him, even though he's started to settle down. Even the tabloids are having difficulties looking for things on him! "No, it's.. there was some excitement at a post-Oscar party."

At those words, Pepper flickers a glance back at Natasha and she nods quickly before lifting the mug of coffee for a swallow. She's not going to mention the fact that //she// was the one that ended up in the SUIT, and not Tony. "No one died, thankfully."

Returning her attention to Greer, the mug is lowered again, and her expression turns slightly sympathetic. "Do they work?"

Greer Grant has posed:
A snort from Tigra at talk of a post-Oscar party. They may be on the same team, but obviously, there's several different worlds they live in. "Go figure," she says dryly. She's standing near the fridge with an unopened soda in hand, Pepper is seated at the long table with coffee, laptop and tablet before her, and Natasha had just entered the kitchen. Tigra twists open the cap on her drink and takes a quick swig from it. "Sort of?" she says. She takes a step forward from the fridge to make room for the broad, hawklike wings she currently sports, and spreads them a bit, a careful look on her face. "I mean, I can mostly control them. I don't know if I can -fly- with them, though, that's what you're asking, right? I don't know if they're strong enough, or if I can make them do...bird flying stuff." She's just got a bachelor of science degree, you want the aerodynamicy talk, you get one of the many geniuses on the team.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
A group is talking in the kitchen, Greer is talkinga bout wings. Natasha would glance at Pepper, "There was some injury and chaos, but nothing significant as far as collateral damage." No one was crippled but the ones that did the attacking, of which Natasha considers an affair for the domestic authorities to handle once the fight was over.

"And how might those work then? Would they be magical in nature or mechanical?" SHe would consider. "Perhaps something more with repulsors and then the wings could be used for giudance and control? THe issue is generation of lift and matinenance of control in flight."

Pepper Potts has posed:
Not only was it a post-Oscar party, it was a post-Oscar party at an A-Lister's house, with other A-Listers present. (Tom Cruise was mentioned...) Tony does move in rarified circles when not Avengering, after all. "I'm glad no one died." There were a few sent to the hospital, and she's not sure what happened to the assailants, other than the one she clobbered. And even then..

Pepper finally sets the cooled coffee onto the table and uncrosses her legs, shift/turning her position to face the catbird a little more fully. "When did you get them, I mean, how? Did we miss something along the way?" Pepper looks between Natasha and Greer, back and forth. "Are they permanent?"

Scott Lang has posed:
     In the neat and tidy kitchen there is one thing amiss. A box of cereal left out on the counter. Frosted Flakes no less, Tony the Tiger grinning mindlessly across the room. Not only was it left out but the top of the box was still open, someone was being quite the slob. Which only got a bit worse as the box started to wobble as if a ghost had gained a sweet tooth before the cardboard topples over spilling a bit of dry cereal onto the counter. One bit keeps moving though, a bit of colorful plastic wrapped in clear cellophane that bobs up and down oddly until there's a VWOOP and Ant-Man is standing there, his helmet folding back revealing his grinning face as he looks at his prize.

     "Hah! Finally the last...one...oh hi everyone I, ahh," Scott's grin faltering as he sees others in the kitchen, looking back behind him at the mess, his hands going every which way as he babbles, "I uh, I needed to complete my...CASSIE'S collection and I didn't wanna just rummage my hand in the box so, I'll just, I'll just clean this up," he explains as he starts scooping cereal back into the box with his hand, the exact thing he said he'd been trying to avoid, by jumping his entire body in instead. Somewhere deep in his brain the logic worked out.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra glances over at Natasha. She shouldn't be surprised by how in-stride the spy takes this, but she is. Again, one team, different worlds. "Considering I just woke up with them, I'd say they're magical," she says a touch dryly to Nat before turning back towards Pepper. "Right, so you know some of us got body swapped? Well, when I woke up back in myself, thank -God- for that, I found I had these damned things. They haven't gone away, so I kinda doubt that they're going to just poof one day. Probably should've done something about them already," she grumbles. The grumble trails off into quiet as she tilts her head, hearing a rustling sound. She looks at the box of cereal just in time to see it fall over. She just stares at him as he scoops cereal back into the box, mind trying to process the disconnect between jumping in instead of sticking his hand in. Different. Worlds.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would glance over at Scott, "I see. So were you digging around for some of the leftover snacks hidden in there?" SHe's not quite sure -what- he'se ver doing, but she's always found her fellow Avengers amusing, creative, and always there when needed. And he's far from the only one on the team to have what Natasha considers 'eccentricities' present. SHe would glance over to Tigra.

"Well, something you could do some testing rounds with. Have one of the fliers be there with you to watch. Perhpas Clea or Wanda. Test them some and get some feedback. See how self sustaining they are and if other sorts of things are needed iwth them. If so, consider other ways for support and enhancement."

Pepper Potts has posed:
The shifting of the cereal box has Pepper lifting her gaze to the foodstuffs, and as the box wobbles as if possessed, her back straightens. She stares for those long few moments until Scott shows himself, and with a relieved exhale, is able to concentrate more on Greer's words, even though Scott's own are also noted.

"You could have waited for the cereal to be eaten? I know a few people who loves that cereal." She'll not admit to a sweet tooth //that// sugary, but it is in her top 5. "Though for Cassie," she totally understands the indulging.

"If you need help or anything, I'm certain Tony would be happy to help as well. Biometric scan, perhaps?" And, of course, flight testing. "Just come by the Tower, or should you wander downstairs, you could ask him." Or she could.

Scott Lang has posed:
     Finishing his quick clean-up Scott turns back to face the other three and leans against the counter, the box of cereal now in one hand as he casually munches dry Frosted Flakes with the other. Doing a great job of keeping his hand out of the cereal and any germaphobes on the team were likely bringing their own breakfast here on out. "Yea. It's totally for Cassie," Scott goes on to unconvincingly lie as Pepper at least seems to believe him even if nobody else was buying it.

     Catching up at least in part to what was actually being discussed and thankful it wasn't primarily his eating habits he quickly switches over to also trying to 'help' Greer. "If we don't have any fliers around too I could grow, give you a little toss to start and catch you if things go bad. You know like," Scott plucking an apple from a bowl and giving it a throw in the air...then bobbling it as he goes to catch letting it thump heavily on the ground. He stares down at it a moment before slowly bending over and picking it up, brushing it off on his chest and setting it back in the bowl. "Sorta, sorta like that. Maybe uh, maybe have someone else there too..."

Greer Grant has posed:
"Should probably start with Clea," Tigra half grumble, half muses, "since it's probably related to all of that craziness anyway. May know someone else to talk to, awkward as it might be." A soft chuckle. "I'm picturing Tony putting me in a wind tunnel, now." Scott gets an arched eyebrow as he continues to eat from the cereal. "Just...put your name on that box," she suggests before he makes his offer to help. She, too, stares at the apple for a moment, until he picks it back up. "Let's...table that idea for the moment, Sir Isaac."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would glance to Tigra, "Likely. you'd want someone that could give proper advise on the matter." And to help test them. "You could use the training room or it. If it's not properly setup, you could ask the Titans. Their facilities are.. Impressive." As are GIRL's. "And you've also had your own experiences with flight that might be useful if you'd like to watch, Scott." She would offer, not volunteer.

"And of course, I'm sure that Cassie very much appreciates your proactivity on getting it for her." Natasha would speak in a very, very light show ofa musement

Pepper Potts has posed:
"... like teaching someone how to ride a bike?" Tossing poor Greer and having her fly is a little harsh, but then Scott does his own check on gravity, and the apple *thuds* onto the floor. There's a wince, and she shakes her head quickly, "Not like that," is confirmed.

The thought of Greer in a wind tunnel, however, has Pepper smiling in amusement as her attention heads back to the cat with wings. "I don't think we have one of those," but her words hang in the air with the unspoken 'yet'. "I'm certain if we need one, Tony will go into building mode." And they'll have one up and running within a day or two. Tops.

Pepper nods in all of Natasha's suggestions as well; so many people!

Scott Lang has posed:
     "Not a bad idea, actually you know what I'll just take em home, Cassie loves em anyhow," Scott helpfully sealing the cereal back up and setting it aside to steal/borrow/graciously accept into his home later after Greer's suggestion. "Not sure what experiences you mean with flight. There is a reason I don't use a version of Janet's suit with the wings. We tried adding a thicker helmet for a while but, I like my feet on the ground I found," Scott sharing both his wisdom and the possible cause of brain damage suffered in the past. Still showing a remarkable lack of self-control he steps over closer to Greer and bends down slightly peering up close at her wings before mentioning bluntly, "You sure these are the only change? Nothing else? Cause I've gotten into some of Hank's stuff before and you don't always notice right away." A good way to reassure her no doubt, a hand reaching out to poke at one if she doesn't prevent him.

Greer Grant has posed:
"Actually, the Titans are one of my next steps, I think. But I can get into that later on," Tigra says. The comment about a wind tunnel gets an eloquently lifted eyebrow. Tigra quite clearly heard the unspoken 'yet.' "Well, I'm a cat. We land on our feet, but we're not supposed to be flying when we do." She eyes Scott as he steps over to look at her wings, and her tail gives a flight flick as he reaches out to poke at them. "No, I'm not sure," she says, a touch grumpily. "They're the only thing that's obvious, and after the stuff I've been through already, I can tell what's obvious, but no, if there's something -else- going on, I don't know it. yet."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would shrug her shoulders, "I'm sure there are a few different ways that they have overlap. And you're a magical cat, Greer. So that gives you a bit more leeway." Is Natasha teasing? I'ts really hard to tell by her otne of voice. Nodding over to Scott. "And how is your.. Maintenance of Doctor Pym's equipment faring if you've been doing anything with it?" She is curious, for once

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper is about to say more, though her phone interrupts her. Picking it up quickly, she exhales softly, and apologizes in a low tone before rising from her seat. Wandering towards the corridor, she answers the phone in French, and begins a what is obviously a business-oriented conversation. For any that might know French, there is some news regarding a subsidiary and their production lines and values..

Scott Lang has posed:
     Scott hurriedly draws his hand back as the tail wordlessly smacks his fingers, seemingly conveying exactly the same tone as any normal cat flicking its tail while staring someone down. Annoyed. He steps back with a still unashamed grin. "Hey I gotcha but you're taking it well. Sure we can figure something out, we've dealt with worse than wings around here. Ooh I think I just figured out what to get for din...ner," Scott giving another pause as his brain catches up with his mouth, eyes flicking up and down Greer's new back accessories before hurriedly averting his gaze to Natasha and pretending he said nothing. "No fires in at least 2 weeks so we're almost at a new record. Might be time for me to make an upgrade soon so, there may be a few loud booms here and there. Nothing to fret over," he assures.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra folds her arms with a slight smirk at Natasha. "A bit of leeway," she repeats. "Something like that. Plus, if I'm being honest, since when has a cat ever done only what it was expected or desired to do, right?" she says with a wing rustling shrug. She manages an amused snort at Scott. "Yeah, I've been there, in the 'worse than wings' category. I just feel absolutely -ridiculously with them." Her eyes narrow a bit as Scott trails off. "And that sort of thing doesn't help. Don't walk on eggshells around me," she grumbles. She briefly looks skyward. "I don't know what it says about what my life has become, that I don't know if hearing there may be a few loud booms of sprouting wings is the least worrying thing." She eyes Natasha. "Don't you go hulking out on me or anything, now."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would smirk over at Greer, "And yet here you are doing heroics instead of spending the vast majority of your time lazing about in sunbeams." She would offer playfully to Greer whiel crossing her arms and glancing over at hte two. "And on that I have to get on to monitoring duty. Enjoy yourselves."

Scott Lang has posed:
     "I'm sure it's not easy, they look a bit, well, bulky I guess?" Scott not about to come up with the word 'cumbersome' all on his own and instead settling on calling part of a woman bulky instead, solidifying why he was an 'ex' husband. He carries on, "You look fine though! I mean, they're wings! Majestic! Angelic! All that good stuff! And it can't be that much more difficult than figuring out a tail right? You got this," Scott actually holding out his hand in a fist, offering Greer a fist-bump of all things to help her forget her woes.

Greer Grant has posed:
"They are bulky. I'm -still- getting them caught in doorways and making me feel like a clumsy oaf." She looks skeptical as he starts laying on the adjectives, but appreciates the effort that's behind it, at least. "Actually, they're worse than the tail. The tail was almost second nature to me." Is that...he's offering her an actual fist bump. She resists an urge to sigh, but her tail does twitch a little, and wings rustle a little, but she does reach out to return the bump with a light thump of her own. "I...appreciate the vote of confidence."

Scott Lang has posed:
     "Well, maybe before you start flying practice the basics first? We can probably get someone else with wings to give you pointers on," Scott pausing as he hunts for the right word, his hand turning in circles a few times like a gear before he comes up with, "Feather etiquette? You know, best way to deal with tight spaces, how to sit, best uh, I don't know shampoo or soap for feathers? Gotta walk before you run type stuff right? Get you sorted on that and if we still don't have a solution, well, I didn't wanna tell Pepper but we don't need to build a wind tunnel, there's a place downtown you can go in with a windsuit for like 40 bucks a half hour, I'm sure we could make it happen. They take pictures too, look I've got some of Cassie when I took her last birthday!" Oh gods, he was digging out his phone, a father about to show off his kid's pictures. Greer was in danger if he owned a slideshow projector.

Greer Grant has posed:
Okay, she would have to admit he's not wrong about the dealing with feathers thing, because she remembers first having fur and learning to deal with that. She looks curious when he seems to have an alternative to a wind tunnel, and then has to fight to keep her expression turning into one of dawning horror, first as she realizes he's suggesting visiting an indoor skydiving facility for this, and even more so when he goes for the pictures. "No! Uhm, I mean, no, not right now. I should go contact someone at the Titans, or try to, actually. I think there may be a connection to them. I'll, uhm, keep the place downtown in mind. Thank you." She makes an effort to sound sincere with that last bit, and then turns to leave, carefully pulling her wings in close behind her so she doesn't bump them against him. "Don't forget the cereal." No effort made there.