18624/Superheroic Home Makeover

Superheroic Home Makeover
Date of Scene:	19 July 2024
Location:	Starpower Publishing
Synopsis:	Kate and America work on renovating the Young Avengers' slightly rundown HQ.
Cast of Characters:	America Chavez, Kate Bishop

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America Chavez has posed:
Starpower Publishing is the ostensible headquarters of the Young Avengers.

It is also, very much, a work in progress.

Don't blame America; fixing it up is on her to-do list.

It just ranks slightly lower in priority than 'trying to thwart a multiversal invasion of weaponized squirrels.'

She's got a pretty full, and insane, dance card.

But if you really want to do something, you make time for it. And America really doesn't want to do home renovation, but she does, indeed, make time for it. Maybe it's a sense of responsibility for kicking off this entire Young Avengers initiative (so to speak); maybe it's, somehow, boredom; or maybe, just maybe, she secretly likes things like this.

Probably not. But either way, it all leads to America Chavez, the girl who travels the multiverse, working on repainting the uninspiring lobby, gathering bundles of bold blue paint from its tray to steadily apply it with her roller from where she floats, head a few inches away from the ceiling she's currently working on. Dressed in blue, star-studded overalls and a red, cropped tanktop beneath, little droplets of paint have already smeared America's skin and face here and there as she methodically works, a dispassionate frown settling over her lips that really further calls into question whether home renovation is a secret passion for her.

There's nothing here beyond the bare essentials of cans of paint and rollers and trays, of course.

Why bother with ladders, when you have the ability to ignore the existence of gravity at will?

Kate Bishop has posed:
Sure they might also be members of the Titans, but the Young Avengers is the baby of America Chavez and Kate Bishop, the totally better version of Hawkeye. However as far as work on renovations go. Kate is still a rich girl at heart.

So the pale brunette is totally happy to let America work in her own time.

However roping Kate into painting wasn't too difficult.

Old purple bib and brace overalls and a ratty pink tank top with a few holes it it that have some extra darker pink almost brown stains protects her usually street clothes from mess while she works from a safer ground level.

"You know if you plan on some awesome wall murals, I'm not that kind of artist!" the cellist jokes at her own expense. The woman is great with any kind of bow, but a paint roller is clearly as good as she can manage. At least she's not making a mess, even if she has to go back to her tray more frequently.

"I'd suggest we rope Vivian in for that. She's got some pretty good skills." she says with a touch of pride.

America Chavez has posed:
America may or may not be a better painter than Kate -- but there was no way in hell she was doing all this work without the other woman.

Because this is their passion project, of course.

And also if America is going to suffer thorugh menial labor, you better be damn sure she's going to make her partner-in-crime suffer through it equally.

Her work on the ceiling proceeds apace. It's methodical work, not necessarily slow but very much not as fast as she could typically go. Things like this -- superspeed would just height the odds of creating an unfortunate mess.

Blue smears back and forth over the old paint, replacing it foot by foot with a new, wet coat; she's about to dip that roller back into her tray when Kate speaks up. America pauses; snorts; and then shakes her head.

"Vivian, huh?" she asks, rather than immediately comment on Kate's painting skills. "Yeah. Maybe. Gotta figure out what we would want and see if she can make it happen."

And she seems almost content to leave it at that, wetting her roller again, pressing it to the ceiling and dragging it across in a slow, straight line--

"If we decide we want some real awesome stick figure art, then we can go to you instead," she off-handedly jabs as she works, as America is wont to do.

Kate Bishop has posed:
"I'm good at painting targets too! Concentric circles!" Kate jokes playfully. "Well we can let her paint what she wants. Maybe suggest a group shot of the whole team. It can always get updated and repainted as new members come and go. But not remove anyone unless they turn out to be assholes and we have to fire them." she suggests.

Thankfully, as far as menial repetitive labour goes. Bringing rollers across a wall, either horizontal or vertical is not so taxing on Kate.

When you spend your spare time training to quick draw a two hundred and fifty pound bow, less than a kilogram of paint and roller doesn't seem so bad. It still causes very toned arms to flex with the motions but at a leisurely pace.

Kate could do this all day. Paint splotches dotting her own skin and hair gradually increasing with the occasional flick of roller.

America Chavez has posed:
Kate protests playfully.

America's response is that signature, flat stare of hers, radiating a singular sentiment:

'Uh huh.'

"We can just vandalize the ones who turn out to be dicks," she suggests in that dry way of hers. She's probably joking; she doesn't look like she's joking. That poker face is just... sublime.

"Break out the big guns for the ones that turn supervillain."

Because that, well. That just seems to be inevitable. Better to have a policy beforehand.

"We'll get ahold of Viv after this," she says. "See if she's up for it. And what her opinion is about the policy on shitlords."

Her work gradually pauses for a few seconds. Chocolate brown eyes glance downward at Kate beneath her, thoughtful for a few seconds. And then she returns her gaze to her work, even as those lips part once more.

"Thinking after we finish here we could go get something to eat. Indian, maybe. I know a place. What d'you think?"

That place might, in fact, just be in India.

Kate Bishop has posed:
"What we do then if we get traitors, or supervillains. We get Viv to paint them on the wall down in the target range in the basement." she states with a wave of her roller like she's conducting an orchestra and making a point.

This flicks more paint that splats against her own face.

Blue eyes roll and then she chuckles. "Or at least cardboard targets so we can take fresh shots without busting Vivian's synthetic butt repainting all the time." she adds.

"Not that I expect we'll have anyone flipping sides on us. I'd like to think we're better judges of character. Sure I have bad gaydar, but that's not even the same sport let alone ballpark as spotting clandestine evildoers." she points out, making sure to not wave a blue painted roller again. This time it all goes on the walls in a nice even stroke.

"I could definitely eat. I'm buying." Of course she is.

"We'll do a takeout order after. Bulk biriyami" It may just be a restaurant's lucky day.