15704/Visitor at the Manor

Visitor at the Manor
Date of Scene:	25 August 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Cir-El came to the Avengers Mansion looking for one of the
Cast of Characters:	Cir-El, Bruce Banner

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Cir-El has posed:
And so it's come to this. Cir-El never intended to call upon the Avengers. For one thing, she doesn't know any Avengers and showing up out of the blue seemed like it would be a little impolite. For another, how do you even introduce yourself to the Avengers and not sound like a crazy person?

Well, it helps to arrive with appropriately dramatic gravitas. Flying down from the sky, perhaps. But... well, /someone/ can't actually fly, and 'leaping really high and then landing' does /not/ sound impressive.

Which is why a dark haired young woman in a bodysuit with a red S on a black field on her chest is standing at the entrance to Avengers mansion, looking around at passing tourists, people she assumes are busy functionaries who handle the paperwork for the Avengers... she sets course for the front door of the mansion and chimes out, "Excuse me! I need to see... uhhh..."

She frowns for a moment, "Bruce Banner? Vision? One of the /smart/ Avengers!"

Oh, this is not going well already.

Bruce Banner has posed:
People look at her with some surprise, but nobody gets too worked up. Someone instructs her to wait there while she goes to find one of them. She is gone for a while and while she is, the rest give Cit-El a bit of a side eye, mostly just to keep track of where she is.

After a time she returns with a frowning, frumpy looking man in tow. He doesn't resist her, but seems mildly annoyed by her insistence,"I have a lot of work to do. Just because someone comes in looking for a smart Avenger, what makes you think...?" he pauses as his eyes find Cir-El.

He pauses in step and considers her for a long moment,"I see..." he mutters softly and walks over to her,"You asked to see me? I am Dr. Bruce Banner. How can I..." he considers,"...help you?" The last sounds a little confused.

Cir-El has posed:
Cir-El's face is a mask of... somewhere between earnest plea and cringing, self-conscious 'Yes I know how stupid this sounds' despair.

But she tries to look a little more confident when the functionary returns with someone in tow! Oh thank goodness. And he looks familiar! Well, as familiar as Cir-El's vague fragments of memory can recall.

Really, he looks like a scientist, and she can put two and two together.

"Oh! Doctor Banner! It's... I'm... yes, I need your help! Or... well, I /assume/ you can help." She draws a slow, steadying breath, "I am Cir-El, daughter of Superman. And I have been /sent back in time/. But I can't remember how it happened and..."

She trails off and shrugs helplessly, "Well... here I am?"

Bruce Banner has posed:
He is quiet for a moment and studies her for a long time. Not in the creepy way, more in the 'how do I explain this one' way. Finally he nods and tells her,"OK Cir-El. You are here, displaced from time and you want to figure out why you were sent. You have no memory. OK."

He is thoughtful for a moment, nods to a few of the other people. Waving them off, he nods to her and motions her to follow him,"All right. Which is the first question, the how you got here or the why you don't remember?" He makes his way down a long hallway. He instructs someone passing to let security know things are OK."

Cir-El has posed:
There's a low sigh from the Kryptonian woman as she nods, "More or less. I don't think there's a /why/ why... like, I'm not some herald of a coming doom or whatever, I just... I was fighting a villain, y'know how it goes? Anyway, there was a flash and then I was... back now, and weaker than normal. Like, I can't even fly right now. Do you know how dorky you look in a /cape/ when you walk?"

She falls smoothly into step, pace steady, measured, not quite military but certainly precise and measured. She frowns and clears her throat reflexively, "I think maybe the how I got here. The memory is... I /did/ hit my head, and with how weakened I was when I got here I'm /pretty/ sure it's just... you know, a traumatic brain injury. I'm sure it will get better as I absorb more sun. ...I'm... very sure."

Bruce Banner has posed:
The doctor listens to her descriptions thoughtfully and makes notes on a pad he takes from the pocket of his lab coat,"I am glad to hear you aren't a herald of things to come." he tells her thoughtfully,"There are enough harbingers of gloom and doom in the world. I can understand what you mean though. Fighting the fight and got...clipped I think is a word the kids say."

"You are Kryptonian and you hit your head hard enough to jar your memory?" he asks not a little surprised,"That must have been a severe injury." He opens a door and leads her into a dark room, but a flick of a few switches lights up the small laboratory,"We can test you for radiation, test your genetic code if we can break your skin, and provided you don't object I might want to talk to a colleague or two." The last part doesn't sound like his first want, but sometimes you have to cover angles.

Cir-El has posed:
Cir-El throws a half-hearted glower, "Hey, I'd be a great herald of things to come. I would be all 'Lo and listen, townsfolk! DOOM APPROACHES!' or whatever. I would /kill/ that shit." She sighs and nods her head, "Yeah, people always say 'Oh, must have zigged when you should have zagged', but like, fights are three dimensional, sometimes you just get got."

She shrugs and sighs, "I think whatever fight I was in used up a lot of my solar reserves. If we're low enough on yellow sun radiation we're pretty much just people. I mean, it doesn't happen often because... well, okay, it doesn't happen /here/ often because the planet orbits a yellow sun and, you know, most of the other Kryptonians have been soaking up the sun for decades.... I mean, that's my theory at least."

She sighs and bobs her head, "Okay, yeah... I mean, I'd say I'm not a big fan of needles but... heh, I don't remember if I am or not. And yeah, I mean, sooner or later I'm assuming it's going to get out that I'm around... like, I already ran into Supergirl and introduced myself just to make sure things aren't awkward."

Bruce Banner has posed:
A soft chuckle, inspite of himself, and Banner tells her,"I am sure you would be yes. Killing it indeed." He moves to a table and indicates her to take a seat,"I understand the zig when you should have zag. Only too well." he commiserates with her.

He takes a needle and syringe and walks back to her,"Kryptnian anatomy is similar to our enough that I can take a sample from..." he points to her arm rather than touch,"...a vein in your arm assuming the needle gets it done. My apologies, I don't have a lot of knowledge about Kryponian anatomy or physiology."

He econsiders that and comments,"I would think that someone would be able to concentrate the sun's radiation on you as opposed to slow drawing. It might take me a while to figure it out, but I suspect I could." He looks at the needle and then back to her again,"With your permission Cir-El." The last thing he needs is trouble.

Cir-El has posed:
The dark haired Kryptonian flashes a bright smile, "Aww, thanks, Doc. That'll really boost my confidence if I ever take up duties making dire proclamations." Then she's dropping onto the indicated seat with a bit of a sigh, very much the teenager she is more than the superheroine for now it seems.

She eyes the needle thoughtfully and clears her throat, peeling her sleeve up a little awkwardly. "Uhhh... is that needle like... superhero rated? I'm definitely not baseline human vulnerable. So uhhh... better like, give that poke the gusto, right?"

She shrugs helplessly, arm held out, face turning away... just in case she /is/ scared of needles. She breathes slowly, deeply, humming softly, "I mean, I... vaguely recall something about flying into the sun for a real heavy dose of 'charge' but I don't remember if that was a /real thing/ or a joke or... a dumb idea I had when I was twelve. Plus I haven't exactly got 'Buy a ticket to the sun' money. Hell, I barely have pizza money."

Bruce Banner has posed:
A slight smirk inspite of himself, is the reaction she gets for her thanks for the confidence boost. He looks at the needle and tells her softly,"It's meant for me...well the other guy. It is much tougher than average, but nobody has been brave enough to try and needle him yet."

"Flying into the sun sounds excessive, but if it helps..." he comments with a shrug,"...maybe we can create a magnifying machine, something that would concentrate it the way people concentrate the sun to start a fire." he explains. She doesn't object and so he puts the needle against her arm and presses against her skin to make the draw.

Cir-El has posed:
There's a little noise from the Kryptonian, that might be a sound of approval at just how heavy duty the needle is, or a sound of worry.

Still, once she feels the needle pressing against her skin she glances over to Doctor Banner with a broad grin, "I mean, I was thinking if I just take a bunch of mirrors and angle them to focus the sun, that might work right? Like, it's /more sun/... but then you break one, or like... five... and bam, now you've got SO much bad luck."

She tenses as the needle presses, pressure building... her eyes locking on it intently... and then slowly, inexorably, her skin dimpled... the tip of the needle bends as she hisses sharply, "Well... dang. I mean, I /felt/ that, it hurt... kind of? I mean, it felt like it was close but..."

She groans and hangs her head, "I think I might need to talk to Superman... unless... wanna trade? I'll do your paperwork and like, join the Avengers, and /you/ go talk to Superman about this? I mean, c'mon, I bet you're /so/ tired of paperwork..."

Bruce Banner has posed:
He concentrates on the needle at first. He nods as it feels like it will break through, then sighs when it turns up and away. He sighs as he studies the bent needle and admits,"Maybe it's better for everyone that no one has tried to use that on him."

His gaze meets hers and he smirks a little,"I enjoy the results of the paperwotck, but I admit I would like to meet Superman or other Kryptonians like yourself." He frowns thoughtfully and walks over to a table. He draws out a drawer and comes back with a longish tube with lenses on each end. He pushes a button and a light snaps on.

"This is a microscope. Not as powerful as most, but it will let me study your cellular structure closer. I wonder if he might have a needle to break his skin. Superman I mean."

He chuckles softly and admits,"Joining the Avengers is a good goal and I might be able to point you in the right direction if you legitimately want to look into that."

Cir-El has posed:
Cir-El eyes the needle just a /teensy/ bit smugly... because like, c'mon, that's a pretty cool super needle and she stood up to it! But there's a little bit of a sigh as she bobs her head, "Well, that's a fair point I guess... and I mean, yeah, he's kinda hard to track down. Like, he's busy and... I mean, okay, I /also/ have all the time travel stuff complicating things but... there's no Super-signal, right? At least the Batman lets you just turn on a big light when you need to talk to him."

She shrugs and sighs out, "I mean, hey, if you've got like... an entry application or whatever, right now I'm kind of just.. listening from rooftops and stopping muggings and whatnot. It's not very efficient and it's... overkill? I mean, Spider-Man shows up and stops a mugger, it's all 'Hey, look, he hit that guy with a trashcan and said a quip! Yay!', someone flies down out of the sky and heatvisions a mugger's knife and it's all 'AHHH! The evil Kryptonians are back!!'."

She sighs and eyes the microscope as she's scanned. "I mean, okay that only happened once but like... still..."

Bruce Banner has posed:
He indicates her arm again and as long as she doesn't object he will place the scope there and study the structure. It isn't as powerful as the ones he could study her blood with, but it does show him the difference in cellular structure. He makes another note on the pad and looks at the arm.

Pulling it back he stands and walks over to get another tool, something akin to a geiger counter. He returns and waves the wand over her like an xray tool. She will notice that when it is close to him it goes crazy.

Another round of measurements and notes and he admits,"I understand wanting to help and I understand people mistaking you help. Spider-Man gets his share of bad press too. Jameson is a bastard like that."

He finally looks at her eyes, not something he does a lot,"Believe me, if anyone understands what you are going through it is me. People are crazy. Some will cross the street when they see me. Some will run away. Two asked me for an autograph in the last week. Don't let them get to you."

He frowns at something,"So if Batman has that signal, maybe you put his light in the sky and ask him to help you find Superman? He isn't known as the most friendly of sorts, but it might be a start."

Cir-El has posed:
Cir-El bobs her head in wordless acknowledgement, arm held out for the scans as she sighs and idly clicks her heels together, trying not to move too much while she's scanned and proverbally and possibly quite literally poked and prodded.

Her eyebrows perk up as the mystery tool goes a little crazy when it's near Bruce, but... hey, she's not going to judge, or even really bring it up.

She offers a crooked little smile and chimes out, "Well I'm pretty sure you're not the kind of doctor who's supposed to have a bedside manner at all but so far yours is pretty good."

She waits through the rest of the tests with good humor, and once done peels her sleeve back down, frowning thoughtfully. "Speaking of... calling... I'll uhh... leave my phone number I guess? I /also/ lack a giant spotlight signal... and if I /do/ try to turn the Batsignal on to ask Batman where Superman is, I will one hundred percent definitely not let him know it was your idea. 'cause I owe you."

Her head tilts and she frowns, "But speaking of vigilantes, I hear a bank robbery going /preeeetty serious so I'll see you doc!/"

The last words are practically gibberish, voice picking up speed as Cir-El shifts into a blue blur and causes only /mild/ concern in the hallways as she runs off. Might not fly, but she's got that super speed!