15399/A New Bird In The Nest!

A New Bird In The Nest!
Date of Scene:	16 July 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Study
Synopsis:	Sam and Clea meet and...well it's weird for Sam!
Cast of Characters:	Clea, Sam Wilson

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Clea has posed:
Avenger's Mansion was always busy it seemed like and Clea was now a permanent resident, so she tried to stay out of the way unless someone needed her specialty. The Sorceror Supreme of the Dark Dimension is currently dressed in flowing and comfortable robes in sable and a deep purple. Because why can't you be comfy? She's also unusually pale, even outside of her regular coloring.

Some of the team had brought back a possessed man from London who was on a serial killing spree. His victims turned out to be ladies that looked like Clea. So some folks knew that she was still feeling guilty over that.

She's currently floating above one of the chairs in the study while she has her book opened in her lap and trying to find...something. Who knew what sorcerors got up to.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson doesn't really stand out all that much in New York City. Especially right now -- he's dressed in dark maroon pants, boots, and a hip-length leather coat that looks like it's been well-used. Shades complete the look; now THOSE he makes look good. Over his shoulder is slung a dark grey backpack, bulging with...well, stuff. Who knows what, but the pack is big enough that it could contain enough to sustain a man for some time.

His gait in purposeful, efficient, and has the sort of unconscious purpose that screams 'ex-military.' And it stops, mid-step as he looks over and sees a floating woman. "I guess this place hasn'tr changed a bit."

Clea has posed:
Clea's eyes open when the door opens and then she watches Sam. She knows who he is. "Well look what the cat drug in." she grins to him. "Oh wait...is that the right way to say it? Earth's sayings sometimes get all jumbled for me." she admits. She then lowers herself down into the chair that she was floating above. "It's not really changed, no. But welcome Sam." she tells him with another smile.

"Are you looking for Steve?" she asks him.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson nods. "Sure, if he's around. Or Bucky." He considers the formerly floating woman for a few moments, peering at her through dark shades. "And yeah. That's the expression. I've never really been a cat person, though." In the silence, he sets the large backpack down with a little grunt of effort; whatever is in there is clearly heavy. "I'm Sam."

Clea has posed:
"I think he might be around somewhere. James is around somewhere...probably brooding." Clea states with a chuckle to that. "More of a dog person? Loyal and friendly instead of shady and filled with tiny needles to rip skin open?" she quirks a perfectly shaped brow at him.

She rises though, a little stiff as she does and extends her hand in greeting, "It's nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Clea. I know of you, just don't think we've been in the same place to meet." she states.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson's lips pull into a brief smile, white teeth contrasting against his dark skin. He looks amused, however briefly. "Yeah, that sounds like Bucky." He takes her hand, shaking politely, clearly curious about the woman, but he maintains a sort of polite distance, for now. "I saw you on the news, when the news made it out to me. You've been busy."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a laugh, "I mean, if you're good at it you may as well do it." she shrugs to that. Bucky was good people though. The mention of her being on the news makes her give a little bit of a sheepish look, "Yeah, I try to stay off of the news, but I guess when you're part of this group you really can't." she admits to that.

"Speaking of keeping busy, we've got a mission to see my ex-fiance tomorrow. So that'll be fun." she rolls her eyes to that. "What have you been up to?" she asks him curiously. "And would you like a seat?" she motions to one of the chairs.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson head-tilts as he considers the woman. Sure, he's still a little stand-offish but her charm seems to chip away at his cool reserve. A grin threatens to appear on his face. "Yeah. My bag was heavy. I think I will." The muscular man slides into the chair opposite her that she indicates. "Well. I was out testing some new equipment in...uh, a remote location. Then I was catching up with my sister and her kids."

He asks, after a moment's consideration, "Why 'ex?'"

Clea has posed:
Clea resettles herself into the chair and crosses one knee over the other. She gives a smile to him, "Understandable." she tells him. "New equipment is always exciting. Did you have Redbird with you?" she asks him. "I bet seeing family was a nice change of pace." she admits to that. She didn't have family. She didn't know what it felt like really.

Then she chuckles softly, "If Doctor Doom decides to end an engagement you don't really stay to ask questions. That's a fight I don't want to worry about winning." she tells him.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson hmmms. "Sometimes, you just gotta fight. You don't get to decide if you do or don't. True enough." He reaches up, taking his shades off. Finally. Not like they were useful for anything indoors other than concealing his eyes. His gaze falls to Clea, then.

"Redbird was with me. I, uh...learned some things about zero-g I didn't really need to know, but at least I had him." This draws a vague chuckle. Then he adds, "And, yeah. Seeing my family was good. Spent some time on the boat. It was nice."

Clea has posed:
Fighting for Doom. That was a new way to look at things! "Ah...I don't..." she waves her hand gently, "Not something I want to talk about in depth." she admits. "I thought you were about to say that you lost him and I was going to cry a little for you." she explains.

"Did you get lost or something and he was your only friend?" she asks him. They are earnest questions. Sam can tell that.

"What kind of boat and where is your family from, Sam?" she asks him.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson sort of listens to the wash of queries, face screwing up into something between bemused and confused. "You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" He softens the comment with a brief smile. "Well. I was working with some people, but none of them were friends. So, yeah. In a way, I was lost, and he was my only friend."

The question about his family draws him in, some. He leans towards her. "Big ole' fishing boat. A trawler. Belonged to my mom and dad. And we're from Delacroix, Louisiana." He draws the words out, adding a little creole to the name of the place, mostly for effect, it seems like.

Clea has posed:
Clea's pale cheeks blush when he calls her questioning out, "I've been out of prison for a little less than twenty years. I'm still catching up." she tells him with a chuckle. "But I try to curb them." she tells him. "Redbird sounds like a good wingman." she nods to this.

Did...she do that on purpose?!

"I think I've seen the fishing boats in movies, but never in real life." she states. The accent makes her smile though, "Sounds like a lovely place, Sam." she dips her head to that.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson huhs. "You know? It is. I've been all over the world at this point. Some places or prettier. But none of 'em are home." Then he seems to sort of rewind what she just said, and he chokes down a laugh. "Yeah. He's a great wingman. Always there for me." Then he just can't hold onto the laugh anymore, and he lets it out.

"So, prison. Why? What were you in for?"

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a smile when he laughs, apparently puns were not her personal style...but it was too good to resist. "I couldn't help it, but it's good to make people laugh." she admits to that. But the prison question is asked and there is a bit of a breath.

"My father imprisoned me in 1081 after I refused to do a ritual to honor my tyrant of an Uncle." she tells him. "I was broken out in 2004 by a friend." she adds to that.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson blinks. "Wait.../10/-81?" The fit, tall man just shakes his head, back and forth. "Androids. Aliens. Wizards. Why's my life always get so weird?" He peers at the woman's face. "You were in prison for a thousand years?" The look on his face is somewhere between disbelief and horror.

Clea has posed:
Clea reaches up to smoothe her hair back, "Yeah, 1081 AD. I'm not from Earth originally." she explains. "Hey. I'm not a Wizard." she huffs at that. Oops. Then there's a soft nod, "Yes. I'm effectively Immortal so locking me away was the best option so I wouldn't cause an uprising. I had someone that knew of me and eventually got me out. But that's a long time." she admits. "And I don't wish it on anyone." she states.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson has a look of vague distaste on his face. "Some father." He peers across the way to Clea, his voice taking on a far more empathic cast. "I shouldn't judge. There's gotta be more to it than I can even understand." Considering her, he asks, "Who broke you out? And why? Not that I disagree with them. You seem nice."

Clea has posed:
"My story is a rather dark one, but...I don't want to get too bogged down in reliving things." Clea tells him. Then there's a soft laugh, "The name of the man that broke me out is The Ancient One. He is a Sorceror and taught me to hone my magics and things." she states. "As to the why? I've never really asked him. I'm guessing it was because of my want to not see my people hurt and to protect them. I didn't want to use my powers for hurting." she admits.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson huhs. "Too bad people are so bad at following your example." He pauses, adding, "But then again, lots of people do, I guess." He goes quiet for a moment, seemingly considering something. In the momentary lull, he looks to her face. "You look pretty young for a thousand year old. What's your secret?"

Clea has posed:
"There are people that do take the path that will lead them to helping people rather than damaging them." Clea nods to that. Then he mentions looking young for a thousand year old. "Oh you know, the usual, soaking in the blood of virgins, howling at the full moon." she tells him in a serious tone.

A beat.

Then she smiles, "I'm kidding. I just don't age. And I moistorize." she grins at that.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson chuckles. "I mean, that's good I guess. Finding virgins is pretty hard these days, anyhow." He seems to think through what she says, or said. "What did you do for a thousand years, anyhow? I mean....didn't you get bored?"

Clea has posed:
Clea doesn't fidget or anything as she sits, she just listens to Sam speak and there is a smile, "I practiced my magic in secret and I had periodic visits from the Ancient One in my dreams for him to teach me what I was and how to control my powers. I don't think I've ever really experienced what humans call boredom, but there were times when the silence was too much." she states.

"But that's in the past. I'm looking forward to the future." she admits.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson scratches at his forehead, frowning openly. "So...if you're not human, what are you?" He sort of motions to her with one hand. "Forgive me saying so, but you look...uh. VERY human to me." He looks her up and down, then shakes his head, seemingly realizing how that probably looks.

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a look to him and then a chuckle, "My father is Orini, Mhuruuks (Homo Magi) former crown prince and my mother was an exiled Faltine by the name of Umar. I'm the only Faltine that's been born embodied so when they met me they...felt sorry for me since I could not leave this form." she shrugs to that. "I'd say my people are Near Human though, so that is one reason I look like this." she explains.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson looks completely lost at the explanation, though he bravely tries to seem like he gets it. Mostly, this means he slides his sunglasses back on his face. "Uh. Right. Near human. You look pretty near to me." Watching her through the shades, he asks, "So, what can you do with your magic, anyhow?"

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a little squint to him, "Basically my parents are horrible is the jist of it. When I was born my mom went for cigarettes and never came back to use one of the famed Earth comparisons." she chuckles. Then she's alright not talking about it anymore.

"I think the better question is...what can't I do." she grins to that. Then she gets a little mischievous grin as she brings her hands up and opens a little portal in the air next to her and it shows the inside of some ancient library. She reaches her hand through and rifles around for a moment before there is the sound of a 'crack' and she yels and pulls her hand back out the portal.

"I said VISIT and bring me a sandwich. Next time I'll pull you through." the Asian man states. Then he notices Sam sitting in the room and he gives him an upnod before he wanders out of sight and the portal closes.

"That's Master Wong...he's a bit grumpy that I haven't visited." she mutters.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson sighs. To himself, he mutters, "I need to find Steve and Bucky. This wizard world stuff is too much for me." He pushes to his feet, then, eyeing the woman with a braod smile. "I gotta tell you. This is one of the weirder things I've done in the past year, and I say this as guy who was lying around in space for most of it." And then he laughs. "Weird in a good way. I like you."