487/Tonight At Eleven

Tonight At Eleven
Date of Scene:	13 March 2020
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Study
Synopsis:	Avengers, ice cream, and reality dog TV shows.
Cast of Characters:	Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Carol Danvers, Steve Rogers, Hank Pym, Tony Stark

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Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The TV is on in the room, the sound not blaring, but still turned up enough to be heard out in the hallway. There is a cart and one of the kitchen staff is working behind it. "One hot fudge sundae coming up," he says, making the aforementioned dish from the tubs of ice cream, hot fudge, sprinkles, and other confections he has been wheeling about the mansion. Knowing the team is facing a lot of stress, these are the kind of perks of living in a location bankrolled by Tony Stark.

Wanda takes the sundae with a grateful smile. "oh this should hit the spot," she says, moving back over to take her seat on a loveseat. From the TV comes the sound of a commercial. "Action Eight News, tonight at 11... six things in your home that you probably don't realize, could kill you. And now, back to Dog Cops."

The sound of the Bad Boys theme being barked by dogs comes on. Just a teaser of the intro before it gets back into action. "I can't believe we're watching this here. You realize, others may come and notice?" she says like it's something to be hidden.

"Oh! Is this the one with the boxer!?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Yep, definitely a crazy week, Genosha stuff, a certain man of steel back from the dead, it's definitely a night for ice cream. "Thanks," Clint says as he takes his sundae and moves over to the couch.

"I'm sure we're good," he says of the others walking in on them watching Clint's guilty pleasure show. "I mean I'm sure the rest of the team has better things to do. And damn right it's the episode with the boxer," he says before reaching over with his spoon and stealing some of Wanda's sundae. "Mm not bad," he remarks with a shit eating grin before settling in to watch the show.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol came by the mansion for another crack at the space pod in Bruce's lab. Despite being told she could take it into her custody, you know space artifacts and all, she didn't take it away from Bruce's workspace since he seems to be in the midst of studying it deeply too. she is reasonably mindful.

Also she really had a deep need to go get a drink or yell from the top of a skyscrapper when she scanned it last time and didn't really loiter.

So yeah back for more scans, though right now she slows her walk to the backyard and looks around when she hears dogs barking faintly. she walks towards the noise. "Did someone get a dog?" she asks as she looks into the room "I'm more of a cat person but dogs are cool..." a glance to the TV, oh dog show of some sort, then a glance to the sundea bar. "There are sundeas?" stupified for a moment.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Can't say I've seen the episode with the boxer."

Lo and behold, in stark contrast to the supposition by Clint not moments ago, not but a few seconds behind Carol, here's Steve with a massive bag of caramel-coated popcorn. He appears to be lounging about the mansion this evening given his black sweatpants and red plaid moccasins. The drawstrings of his navy-blue sweatshirt swing back and forth as he steps over to take up a plush reading chair all for himself in easy viewpoint of the TV.

"Episode with the Dachshund is better. That dog knows her business," the Captain opines before pushing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff glances up as Carol and Steve come in. Even if getting caught watching the canine cop show makes her give an exhalation of exasperation and a glance towards Clint, the Transian woman looks back to them both with a smile of greeting. "Yes. And the hot fudge is... well, hot. And very fudgy."

Wanda's attempts to keep her sweet tooth a secret are not going very well tonight, apparently. "Come join us. We're trying to make a few hours each day for something... enjoyable," Wanda says, so much of her time taken up with obligations in the aftermath of what happened to her father's nation.

Wanda's head tilts and she raises an eyebrow slightly. In her soft accent, she asks Steve, "You are familiar with this? And... there is a dachshund episode?" Wanda turns to Clint. "Why have you not shown me this?" she asks him, betraying that she's gotten a bit caught up in the show.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint gives a shrug at Wanda's exhasperated sigh, "What? We needed to get out more?" If a few meters down the hall counted as out. "And see, Steve knows what's up," he says gesturing with his spoon at Steve as the man enter armed with caramel popcorn. Carol too gets a wave, "Yep, dogs and sundaes, you know pretty standard," he frowns. "Whatever night it is right now fare," he says, it had been that kind of week.

As for the episodes, "Well figured we'd get to that on our own," he says with a little shrug. "So, guys, miss anything good this week?" he asks. He'd been there for the trip to Wakanda and the refugee camp but beyond that he'd been bouncing around with SHIELD business and spending time with Wanda. "I heard something about action figures?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol nods to Wanda "I...will have to judge this fudge." she notes seriously, it is a dry sort of humor from her. She steps out of the doorway into the room making way for Steve and his bag of Caramel corn. "Okay this is a tradition I can get behind.." it probably is actually pretty healthy to relax like this with people. It very well could be that one of the SHIELD shrinks have previously suggested something like this.

"Wait.. are those dogs... cops?" she just looks at the TV then at Wanda and Steve and Clint, then back at the TV .... but.. ice cream. what the heck. She moves around to the ice cream station and looks over the options. "Mmm lets do the works..." gesturing to everything. "Extra fudge." she notes "Thank you."

While she waits for the sundea her power flares up around her, wrapping and shimmering around her and her Captain Marvel suit is transformed on a molecular level into a yankees sweat shirt and sweat pants. She accepts the Ice Cream Sundae with a nod and a smile. "Toys?" okay she hadn't heard about toys, momentarily maybe safe due to her slightly complicated status with SHIELD and the Avengers. Maybe.

Regardless she plops down into a comfy seat. "Pretty sure TV nights like this are easier then being mobbed in public by cape chasers."

Steve Rogers has posed:
"The shield on my personal action figure has been rated a choking hazard for young children," Steve explains as to what issue revolves around the proposed toy offered forth for perusal a few days back. "I get it. It's the size of a cookie. I did test the bounce test on it though 'nd it's adequate. Don't think anybody's gonna give a black eye with it."

He's got another fairly large mouthful of caramel-corn in his mouth now and contentedly crunches away at it as he glances back to the television screen. Such a novelty, this ability to veg and watch whatever one wants.

Hank Pym has posed:
The dogs barking in tune has drawn another onlooker from the hallway. Dr. Pym, at least in the past, hasn't often come into the common areas in general. It's just out of being a workaholic buried in his own world (sometimes known as the exterior lab). But some of that has changed: some effort is being made, perhaps. Still, it has just caused Hank to stop in the doorway, stare, and then approach to look at the television, then the whole group, with the same expression he might have worn if he'd caught them all smearing the ice cream onto themselves. Not entirely out of this world, but is he judging? Of course. It's Pym, of /course/ he's judging, but at least he's kept his mouth shut.

It does not earn a comment from Hank, and just a very focused stare at the television. But then again, the man works in a lab of giant ants. Dog-cops? All right. He stands behind the couch others sit on, resting his hand on the back.

Clint's question gets a dry reply from Hank, though: "As I recall... You're a t-shirt, Clint."

Tony Stark has posed:
"Clint's a choking hazard, too," Tony points out from the doorway, drawn by the promise of a sundae and because he'd been giving a sit-down interview in the rec room, "Real archery action."

Tony currently wears a long-sleeved dark shirt with a short-sleeved t-shirt pulled on over it. On the front in red and blue is a line-art depiction of the original Ant-Man helmet - the words 'WHICHEVER NAME HE'S USING NOW' written around it in bold font (a custom job). As he makes his way to the sundae bar, he regards the television and quirks an eyebrow.

"That'll rot your mind," he announces, jabbing a finger in the direction of the screen. As the ice cream is prepared, he holds his hands up before him and look critically over his shoulder towards Hank before turning back to the kitchen staffer, "None of this was in a bag marked biohazard, was it? Since apparently we just store that stuff in the fridge now."

Tony scratches his torso irritably through the shirt he wears and frowns again. Carol's question, however, distracts him from that and he speaks up with all the air of a proud parent.

"T-shirts and toys, mainly. The meeting room is full of them at the moment. Still trying to wrestle the Ms. Marvel rights away from Mattel."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda takes a bite of her hot fudge sundae. Clint got only a brief suspicious look as he stole that earlier spoonful, but apparently he's allowed without being hexed within an inch of his life.

"Yes, they are dogs. Who are cops. And not all German shepherds," Wanda says, using her spoon to motion to the screen. "And the people they end up catching? You would not believe it," she says with a shake of her head. "Yet it's filmed with real canine cops and police."

Though Wanda attended Columbia, apparently she never really got around to reality TV. She takes another bite of her sundae then asks, "Action figures? This is going to be one of those topics I don't want to know more about, isn't it? Tony, what have you done?" she asks, casting a critical eye on the man. "I've seen the... poster," she says. "It isn't like that, is it?"

Clint Barton has posed:
"Pfft," Clint says about Steve's shield being a choaking hazard. "Well if the kid's going to try and eat a shield..." he says spreading his hands. "So what are they gluing it on your back then?" he asks about the figures. "Cuz gotta say, that's kinda lame."

Clint looks up at Hank's voice, he knew he was around due to the lab out in the yard but this was the first time they'd crossed paths since he returned, "Hey Hank, welcome back," he says before asking, "Did they at least spell my name right?" on the shirt of course.

He digs into his sundae giving a little 'what?' look to Wanda for that supicious look. "And really? What they think some kid's going to eat Cap's shield with a side of arrows now? I call BS." He says looking around for support. "But seriously, got a mock up at least?" he asks before adding off-hand. "And her's is definitely like the poster right?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Huh, dog cops... reality TV is very strange but I am confused about a dachshund beind a police dog.." Carol takes a bite of her sundae and then pauses before the second spoonful is in her mouth. She blinks and looks at them as each of them chime in, adding to the weight of the whole toyline conversation. "Why... would there be toys." okay she seems to be in Camp Wanda on this one, this is something she probably doesn't want to know more about.

Wait a second.

She pivots to look more fully at Tony. "Mattel made a Ms. Marvel toy?" stupified "but.. I.. I never sold my likeness or .. did I..." she blinks. Is there a pile of licensing money in some bank account she forgot she even opened thanks to Rogue. Crap. "Also.. god my old costume was so bad.."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank glances to Tony as he arrives, and his eyes land specifically pointedly on Tony's choice of t-shirt. "Until I'm formerly added to the roster again, it's 'Doctor Pym'," Hank says, in response to Tony's shirt's text, with a gesture of a few fingers towards it.

"I clearly mark biohazards with warnings," Hank adds, serenely. "Is that your way of asking me for the antibiotic?" He isn't being obnoxious - yet - this is more of just Hank being deadpan and digging his heels in over an issue stubbornly. "-- For you and anyone you've touched?" Minor detail.

Hank smiles a bit ruefully to Carol and her comment about her costumes. "Join the club," he teases. "we have t-shirts." A gesture at Tony's shirt. Indeed, the ugly past costume club.

Tony Stark has posed:
"They're not gluing them on or removing them," Tony says with a shake of his head, "They just upped the 'recommended for' age bracket. Not that I imagine anybody is paying too much attention to those, anyway. We're probably going to see the bulk of the buying coming from the 'cape watchers' and other collectors."

When Carol mentions not selling her likeness, Tony just sort of raises his shoulders in a shrug. The kitchen hand is wary about not touching him as he passes over the sundae, having heard Hank's words. Nevertheless, Tony pays no attention as he turns about and wanders over towards the couch with ice cream in hand.

"I suppose we could just argue that Captain Marvel is separate and legally distinct," Tony suggests, "That's if you're interested in joining our plastic fantastic roster, Carol."

A glance is paid towards Wanda along with an apologetic shrug: "The lingerie and headdress look tested better. I'll have them bring one around for you to sign off on. And one for Clint's desk."

Finally, to Hank, he sticks his nose up in the air and looks stubborn: "I've been to Bonnaroo, I fancy my chances of overcoming your devil sandwich, Pym." That said, he jabs the spoon into the top of the sundae and frees up a hand to scratch his chest irritably.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff gives Hank Pym a wave. "So you knew about this and didn't put a stop to it, Dr. Pym?" she asks, making a soft tsking sound. "Couldn't you have shrunk the plans or something?" she asks, likely joking though in a serious enough tone it might be hard to tell but for the levity in her gaze.

But then Tony is actually referring to which costume they used for her. Her expression goes a bit flat. "Dr. Pym? I may borrow some of your Particles? Please?" the Transian woman asks softly without looking away from Tony Stark.

She lets out a sigh and mumbles something in Serbian before looking back to the others. "Yes, Carol, he wasn't any good in the chase, the Dachshund. But apparently he had a sensitive nose. And... he's so cute!"

Clint Barton has posed:
Smirking at the questions about why they have action figures, Clint replies, "Because we're heroes and selling lumps of plastic that look like us is part of what makes America great? Also, I'm guessing because jets, iron suits, and trick arrows don't pay for themselves," he says, looking to Tony for confirmation on that last bit. Thought there is a nod when he hears that his dream of being immortalized in plastic is not lost due to a few loose arrows. "I can live with that."

Though at the mention of the look of Wanda's figure and the pending delivery of one to his desk, Tony gets a thumbs up from the archer, before digging into his ice cream.

Though he does pause long enough to ask, "What's this about a sandwich?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I'm still surprised they use them as any sort of police work...but they probably do have a good nose. I don't know.. cat person like I said." she is still frowning though. "I think I need to have a word with Mattel." which might involve a threat, or at least finding out where her licensing money was deposited for the Ms. Marvel toys. That or if they took liberties while she was thought to be dead well they better pay now.

She just shakes her head and eats more sundae. "Seeing as SHIELD doesnn't pay as well as it should.. I am not opposed to good toys or merchandise I guess no..." that was a reluctant sign off for Tony to go nuts really.

"As for what you missed this week.. I don't know.. oh.. right... the Genoshean vultures. Thor actually fought them evidently in the sewers after the Morlock massacre. They were doing the same routine on the bodies there... he said one was called Vertigo which fits the description of the powers for the lady I think. We have a lead to chase down now at least."

Hank Pym has posed:
"Fine, fine. It may well challenge and strengthen your immune system in a few weeks," Hank says, finally, to Tony, both hands lifted, palms up and forward, as if Tony had attacked him a little. The smile is there, lingering. But then he gets serious, and gestures loosely at Tony's torso. "But in /seriousness/, should anyone around you catch it, do send them to me. Others shouldn't suffer."

Pym glances to Clint, and doesn't mind clarifying: "I had a clearly marked bag that is hazardous to human consumption for one of my ants. Tony chose to consume it." And that's that.

Hank approaches the ice-cream area critically, making a selection of vanilla and caramel. "I learned just the other day, Miss Maximoff," Hank replies to her question. "And that seems like a reasonable use for them, sure. Stop by the lab." Hank's deadpan could have that go either way.

"Speaking of Genosha, I want to go do some of my own readings. If there's a field trip again out there, I'd like to lend a hand," Pym asks, mostly towards Carol.

Tony Stark has posed:
"He put it in the fridge, I'd like to add," Tony says defensively, pointing at Pym, "Clearly marked or not, when I lived here, we didn't keep our biohazards in the fridge. There's probably a room for that with a fancy Middle English name. The place is big enough."

He doesn't sit down on a seat near anybody else, instead pulling up a stool and perching on top of it. He's already tucking into his sundae, glancing towards Carol as she makes mention of Genosha.

"I already spent a few hours scanning every inch of what was Hammer Bay. I'll pass them along."