4385/Avengers' Mansion -and the British Invasion

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Avengers' Mansion -and the British Invasion
Date of Scene: 12 December 2020
Location: Avengers Mansion - Training Facility
Synopsis: There is no pleasant interlude that SHIELD cannot ruin...
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, Jacqueline Falsworth




Hank Pym has posed:
A training room conjures pictures of exercise machines, a sparring ring, maybe even a range, this being a superpowered facility. At the moment Dr. Pym is using none of this. Instead the scientist is sitting quietly, legs crossed on a mat. His hands are folded in his lap and a handless head set is in place. Hank breathes slowly, deeply, looking at a small readout on a wrist bracelet. His expression is neutral. He seems to be a man at rest.

This would never fool anyone who knew Hank Pym for five minutes. Got to the ants, Hank. Listen to them. Ants have it all figured out. Lift stuff, move stuff, eat stuff. Inner peace now! Dammit!

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline Farnsworth's heels beat a quick, even staccatto on the hallway floor beyond the training room. She's managed to get into the Mansion, presumably because someone let her in. Otherwise, there's likely be all sorts of defensive systems coming online. And probaby klaxons and alarms going off. Since there aren't, one must assume she's in the building legitmately.

"Captain Rogers?" Her voice is clear, accent a crisp, upperclass London intonation. It's loud enough to be heard in the training room, but probably because she's so near the door rather than because she's raised her volume all that greatly. "Are you here?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym opens his eyes. Perhaps it's the clarity of the voice or the call for Steve that jars him a bit. A call for Steve Rogers is usually important. He rolls to he feet and heads from the mat to the doorway, curious at least.

"Hello? Who's there? Is this Avengers or SHIELD business? I'm Dr. Hank Pym by the way." He gives Jacqueline a friendly, if puzzled look.

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline turns toward the training room door as Pym appears there. She gives the man a cordial smile, "Jacqueline Falsworth," she says by way of return introduction. Her hand extends politely, offering a handshake. "Neither, really. Certainly, not SHIELD, anyway. Have you seen the Captain, Doctor?"

She is dressed stylishly in a contemporary business pantsuit with high heeled boots and wool coat that falls just past her knees. A hat sits on her head, even -- a throwback to an earlier age, perhaps. "I don't mean to disturb you."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs into a warm up jacket as he emerges. "Perfectly all right. It was just some meditation. Captain Rogers hasn't been around very much for a while but that I can't comment on. Would you like me to give him a message or contact information?" To be clear the receptionist could do that and might be a better choice given the current situation, but they are Avengers and Hank is trying to be professional and courteous. Both are new things.

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
"Ah," Jacqueline says, perhaps a passing disappointment in her tone. "No. No, that's fine. I'll leave him a message at the desk. I wouldn't want to put you out any more than I already have."

She gives the man another smile, but looks around at the mansion surrounding them. "I don't suppose I should linger. But I have to confess to some small curiousity. It is the Avengers Mansion, after all. One doesn't often get the chance to explore such places." She chuckles softly and shakes her head. "However, I wouldn't want to become a security risk, either. Thus, as I said, I shan't linger."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym almost lets it go at that. Then a little abruptly says, "If you've gotten this far you must have clearance, probably courtesy of the Captain. I doubt you're a security risk. I wouldn't want to turn out a friend of Steve Rogers. Uhm, could I offer you a cup of tea and some refreshments to await his return. I'm sorry I can't offer more without knowing more and I don't want to stick my big nose in anyone's business. Anyway, I have noted that supervillains rarely attack while they are being served refreshments. So I should be fairly safe. Not that I'd think you a supervillain... unless you begin monologuing over tea. They do that. We could also leave word and go for a bite outside."

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline laughs at the doctor's words. "I can assure you, I'm no supervillian." She checks the old fashioned watch on her wrist -- an analogue piece with a leather strap and small quartz face. "I suppose I have time to wait. For a little while, at least. I'd hate to have come all this way just to miss him." Though, really, she won't be surprised, if it happens that way.

She steps back, allowing him easier passage back into the corridor. "May I ask what your specialty is, doctor? Your degree?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym does a bow. "You may... but it sounds like I'm bragging. My degree-S are in biochemistry, particle physics, entomology, and robotics. I discovered Pym particles and used them to alter the size of myself and became the first Ant-Man and later Giant-Man. I succeeded in giving my then wife, Janet van Dyne metahuman abilities to become the Wasp. I haven't done a lot lately I can comment on. I'm also a decent dancer, cook, and mixologist. When I have time from my work and my daughter driving me to distraction I breathe. I can demonstrate growth or shrinking of you like. It still all works. Oh here we go..." Hank indicates a photo on the wall of the original Avengers with Captain America on the wall.

"That's me, guy with the pot on his head and the brunette on his arm. Happy days." In contrast his face clouds a bit for a moment. A moment is a long time to some people.

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
"You have a family," Jacqueline says, giving a tilt of her head. "How lovely." She follows him along the hallway, pausing at the picture, examining it closely. If she notes the shifting in his demeanour, she doesn't comment on it.

But she's MI-13. So, yes. It gets filed away. Not that it really matters. It's not like she's a hostile.

She smiles at the photo. "It looks like you were a very close group. Are they all still on the roster?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs. "They say once an Avenger, always an Avenger. I'm probably proof of that and no family except my daughter and she's away a lot. Janet and I were divorced three years ago. She's with Steve no... I apologize. I shouldn't speak about personal matters. I think my verbal filter was impaired due to power complications and such. Well... I was also mind probed by an Ultron doppelgänger for a few weeks, in my defense. I hope I didn't say anything out of turn, Ms. Falsworth." His face colors a bit at his ramblings.

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline gestures briefly with a dismissive hand. "Not at all. I certainly have no cause to be concerned about the Captain's personal life, though I can see how it might impact you." There's sympathy in her eyes -- though no pity. Pity is akin to disdain, to her, and something she reserves for people for whom she has lost respect.

"It sounds, however, like you've had quite the ordeal, recently. The trials of being an Avenger, I imagine." She doesn't actually need to imagine. She's done the super team thing. And the monsters she's fought have been personal, half the time. It's not fun. So, maybe the sympathy in her eyes has a hint of experience in it.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym locks eyes with her. He doesn't mean to but he is possessed of intense blue eyes that mirror his intelligence. The intensity stems from curiosity though some mistake it for aggression. The sympathy reaches him and maybe some faint echo of empathy. He wants to tell her t wasn't so much a trial as a curt martial resulting n his expulsion. No matter he's back now. He smiles and this time it is not merely the polite smile you put on to appear professional.

Hank takes a leap and asks, "Could I possibly take you to lunch? I know a nice cafe... I make no promises for the tea. I know Americans are usually ignorant on the matter but the coffee is first rate. It isn't too far..."

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline considers the request. Again, she check that watch. She gives him an oblique nod, accepting the invitation after a moment's thought. "I think I have time for that," she concedes, giving him a smile.

His intense gaze isn't something she reads as aggression. She can see the curiousity in it. She's known too many men with the same manic light in their eyes. Some have been benign geniuses. Some have not. She wonders, briefly, which he is -- though she's of a mind to classify him as 'benign', insofar as he's associated with the Avengers and thus doesn't qualify as villianous. He may be dangerous. Most highly intelligent people are, to some degree. But dangerous people don't scare her.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at his attire and suddenly realizes he's basically wearing a track suit. "Perhaps I could change. Would you give me a few minutes? My place is in back. Apparently only Mr. Stark is allowed to cause explosions here. Little joke there." Last explosion was three years ago. before that, no explosions... okay a giant spider ONCE and some killer vines and he sorted those out!" He hurries out to his lab. Changing doesn't take long when you can shrink, jump out of one suit, crawl into another! He manages to change in under five minutes actually. He makes sure his regulator is working, checks his height against a mark on the wall. Perfect 6-0. He grabs his winter coat and hurries back. Look who's adulting.

Hank returns in a dark brown, almost burgundy, suit and an overcoat. He adjusts his collar and tie finaly.

"Sorry for the wait! Are we ready?"

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline waits patiently. She may, in fact, be mildly surprised at his speed. There are very few people she knows who could accomplish such a feat. "By all means," the English woman says, gesturing for him to lead the way.

She moves casually down the hallway with him. Unlike most speedsters, she doesn't actually have difficulty slowing down. Decades of experience help.

"Where is it we're going?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym is about to answer when his phone chimes. "Excuse me, I have to take this call," he says scowling at the screen.

"Pym. Yes, Director. Yes ready for trial tests... the plasma containment is not an issue... think of it as hot vacuum. No. No. Nothing is explosive. I give you my word... that's hardly a constructive remark. Now see here... if something exploded it was an error on YOUR side... You leave Nadia out of this she does excellent work! Pym particle leak... how small are they? Wow. All right. I will fly right up. Yes Director. No we don't need Nadia too! Simple problem. Good-bye... idiots."

He turns to Jacqueline looking crestfallen. "I'm afraid we have to postpone our little social experiment. I am needed to troubleshoot an engineering matter for one of my projects. I'm sorry. If you'd like we could meet at Cafe Lalo tonight, say 7?" He glares at his phone as he repockets it.

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
Jacqueline gives him a cordial smile once more. "Think nothing of it, Dr. Pym. I do have other appointments today, in any case. I'm not sure this evening will work. However, I'm sure we can find another time." She reaches into her purse and pulls out a white card. "Here's my card. Do feel free to get in touch."

The card contains her name, the Falsworth Industries logo, her number and position as CEO. She extends her hand to shake his once more. "It's been a pleasure, doctor. I'll look forward to hearing from you later."

Niceties observed, she takes her leave of him, stopping briefly by the front desk to leave a note for the Captain before she heads back out onto the streets of New York.