528/How About an Embassy

How About an Embassy
Date of Scene:	14 March 2020
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Meeting Room
Synopsis:	Thor gathers the Avengers to discuss many things, including ambassadors, embassies, and the theme song for the team.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Thor has posed:
    "And how many total countries are there in the world?" Thor's voice can be heard from the meeting room, loud and curious as he addresses the AI that handles the day to day life of the Avenger's mansion.
    << One hundred and ninety eight, not counting the Holy See and the State of Palestine. >>
    From the hall one could likely see the tall man, arms folded over his chest, leaning back against one of the chairs in that hall, the large monitor depicting images that might likely help the Thunderer in his path of reasoning.
    "And they are all part of this United Nations?"
    << I am afraid not, Master Odinson. Some are observer states, some do not have a chair. The state of Doomstadt for example. >>
    That said, Thor frowns as he taps a fingertip upon his upper arm, expression grim even as he tilts his head sidelong to consider the image, the speaker from whence the voice comes, then back to the image.
    "This displeases me,"
    << I can imagine why, sir. >>

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Geography homework?"

In comes Steve, having received the note that his presence was wanted in the meeting room of the mansion. Thank you, JARVIS, polite as always in the delivery. He's in a black blazer overtop a white shirt, jeans and sneakers, and as is his tendency, there's a steaming cup of coffee in-hand.

"Wondered about Doomstadt. Have to do a little research on that place myself," the man continues as he finds a seat and settles into it. Thor gets a nod of greeting as the Captain then interlaces his fingers over his belt, expression benignly interested in the proceedings.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    When Natasha Romanoff arrives, it's not to her usual standards. Her trademark silence and grace looks closer to a normal person's gait than usual, and her steps sound like anyone elses. Which isn't to say she seems clumsy, but she definitely doesn't have her usual focus.
    The subtle bags under her eyes may speak to one reason why. Her narrowed eyes and lowered brow may speak to another, as she holds one hand to the side of her head and says, "Gnn, it's so bright in here."
    It's not, really.
    "Heeeeyyy, boys." She sighs slowly and wanders towards the kitchen. "Keeping busy?"

Tony Stark has posed:
Tony had been at Stark Tower 'overseeing the campaign effort' which could mean one of a million things in his coded and not entirely upfront way of speaking. The message had reached him, too, but rather than use a suit to fly to the Mansion he'd opted to take a car. A self-driving one that he and his security detail just sat in the back of looking awkwardly at each other. On the plus side, once the car pulls up at the mansion, he's able to ditch them.

As he steps into the meeting room, he looks a little worse for wear. He's foregone the Avengers t-shirts he's been sporting for the last few days, instead wearing a simple black one beneath his usual blazer. His jaw looks a little less clean-shaven than normal, and he's wearing sunglasses despite being indoors. On top of all that, his hair looks a bit of a mess.

There's no announcement from him as he steps inside, only a subtle nod of the head to the others. He pulls one of the seats out from the table and immediately sinks into it, perhaps lower than he ought to, until he's just a pair of shoulders and a head above the edge of the table.

"JARVIS, volume down," he mutters."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa arrives with very little fanfare, favoring subtly when moving to and from the Avengers mansion. Having only recently returned from Wakanda, his second stop was here, heading towards the gathering after being directed by JARVIS as to where he might find everyone. He doesn't mask his arrival, of course, since doing so would be pointless, but doesn't announce himself either.

Dressed in loose fitting clothing that looks far more casual than anything a diplomat might wear, he nods greeting to those already gathered and finds somewhere to lean, arms crossed over his chest, and Debbie Downer dower expression on his face.

Thor has posed:
    "Mmm," Thor's answer is both succinct and distracted as he continues to consider the data display, shaking his head. "This task has proven more difficult than I had expected, Captain." The Odinson stands there in that casual Midgardian garb, what with the sneakers, the jeans, the t-shirt. On the table there is, of course, the umbrella that at times remains at his side. His hair is drawn back in that haphazard pony tail and his expression is grim while he considers the Captain.
    "I had thought to simply engage your services as Ambassador to Asgard, but the matter is more complex than that. My gut instinct says he would be a good choice, but will he be accepted?"
    Then when Tony and Widow enter, Thor lifts a hand in greeting as he murmurs, "Stark. Natasha." Typical greeting, even as the tall man remains mildly distracted in thought.
    It is when T'challa enters, however, that he lifts his voice. "T'challa. You have spoken before these Nations United, would they accept the good Captain to speak for all of Midgard?"

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Business as usual," replies Steve to Natasha in mildest jest, though his small smile sobers quickly in the face of her demeanor -- and that of both Tony, upon his arrival, and T'Challa after his silent entrance to the room. Brows quirked, the Captain looks back towards Thor again.

The Asgardian gets a nod. "That's understandable." With no hint of rancor in his tone at Thor's musings, Steve then glances over at T'Challa, curious as to his answer.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    "That bad, huh?" Natasha answers Steve with a little smirk before wincing as she takes a seat. She's tempted to stand again when T'Challa enters, but... she'll... pass, this time. "Your Highness." She greets as respectfully as she can - maybe a little more than usual considering she hasn't moved. He *is* an Avenger like them, but... Relations are relations.
    She's curious about his response to Thor as well. She pretty much knows the answer, but she at least has that much professionalism still about her.

Tony Stark has posed:
Tony's eyebrows raise at the mention of Asgard and the ambassadorship problem. He turns his head slightly in Natasha's direction, canting his head forward and letting the sunglasses slide down his nose so he can make eye contact with her. The bags under his own eyes are evident and they appear just a little bloodshot to boot. Whatever's on his mind, he doesn't say it. He just exchanges that brief look and goes back to watching the interchange.

When the question is put to T'Challa, however, Tony reaches up a hand to push the glasses back up his nose and shifts in the seat. He sits up a little more in the chair, but only to reach across and grab a glass and the jug of water that has been set out in the middle of the table. He breaks the quiet of the room with the clunk of the glass on the table, the clink of the glassware, and the glug of the water pouring into the glass.

A moment later he loudly clears his throat, looks into the glass, and takes a gulping drink. That done, he turns his full attention to the King of Wakanda.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint wanders in, carrying a bag over his shoulder, dressed in civvies, "Was there a party someone forgot to tell me about?" he asks looking about the room. "Cuz I'm hurt, really," he jokes, with a smile.

He sets down his bag then and says, "But seriously, you guys all look like you're discussing 'grim matters'," he says that last in his best Thor voice. It's so-so at best. "What's up?"

T'Challa has posed:
Thor's booming greeting and complicated question earns T'Challa's curious glance, but whatever answer is forthcoming is stalled until Tony has made himself known to the gathered. The King of Wakanda waits for the President Elect to flex with the water glass, watching him with his head cocked off to one side, and arms still across his chest. "Ready?" Regardless of the answer, he turns back to Thor.

"I can think of no better person to stand as speaker for Midgard than Captain Rogers.. he's earned enough good will amongst the people that it, with the right support-" Nodding thoughtfully on that point, "-He could sway even those who are not amongst his supporters to agree." Dark eyes on Steve, "You would do good in this position, I think."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda comes slowly along the hallway, having seen Clint just duck inside the room. The voices of others catch her attention as she draws near and peeks her head around the corner. "Is it Yahtzee night again, and no one told me?" she asks slowly as she looks about at those assembled.

Wanda steps further into the room. She's wearing a black skirt and a purple v-neck top. She wanders in further, catching T'Challa's comments which explain what is going on. "Oh. International, and interstellar, politics. Just what I was hoping for," she says in a tone of voice that makes it clear that totally was not what she was hoping for. She glances about and over to Natasha. <<Does the UN know this is even going on?>> she ask Nat in Russian.

Thor has posed:
    "I had thought this would be... not easy, per se." Thor pulls out one of the chairs at the end of the table and then drops into the seat, slouching a little as a cloud remains upon his brow and his eyes distance. "But easier than this, assuredly."
    A tilt of his head as he looks up and down the table, but when T'Challa speaks he gives a nod. "I had thought Captain Rogers would be the logical choice, with Tony involved in his campaign." A nod is given across the way, his hand uncurling toward Natasha, "Perhaps Widow though I do not know if she would accept. I had not thought to offer the role to you, T'Challa as your time is mostly spoken for."
    "But will the people of Midgard accept any choice coming from us, or should we designate someone beyond our band of worthies?"
    When Clint enters he lifts a hand in greeting, but is clearly distracted. Wanda gets a nod as well.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Shifting in his seat, Steve brings his arms loosely folded across his broad chest. He nods greetings towards the arrivals before glancing over towards the King of Wakanda.

"Thank you, your highness, for your support. 'm honored, truly, but Thor's got a good point. Some of us are high-profile not only here in America, but on the world stage -- all of us are, really," he amends with a lift of a hand off his bicep. "Might be more acceptable if it's somebody beyond us, beyond the Avengers. Still...push comes to shove 'nd we can't find somebody the world deems suitable? I'll step in."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha meets Tony's gaze with a brief thin smile that more or less says: 'I get it' sympathetically, but she says nothing.
    "Hey, Barton. You've ruined another surprise party." She says blandly in good humor. Though through Clint's eyes - more familiar with Natasha than anyone - he can probably see fairly clearly that she is recovering from a *remarkable* amount of alcohol. Which is to say, she's doing pretty well! But she's speaking slowly and squinting a lot.
    "Hm." Natasha makes a noise at T'Challa's appraisal, not having been as dourly realistic as she expected. But optimism was never her thing.
    She eyes Wanda and softly replies in the same language. <<No. It's complicated, and I don't think Thor's sure what he's planning to do just yet.>> She pauses, then makes a small dismissive gesture with her hand. <<Plus you know the UN. They'll all want their own guy to speak for their part of the playing field.>>


    Natasha raises her eyebrows at Thor and smiles thinly, shaking her head, "Yooouuuu don't want me representing humankind. Trust me. I'm uh..." Natasha squints without lowering her eyebrows, and settles on, "Not qualified."

Tony Stark has posed:
"No one's going - " Tony opens his mouth to speak, only to find his voice croaky and quiet. He clears his throat again, louder this time, and takes a sip of his water while holding up a finger to the gathering to denote 'one second'. When he's done, he carries on, "If you're expecting the world to vote on something like this, I'd keep dreaming. Whoever gets picked, under whoever's authority it is, you're gonna get a whole lot of people who think it was the wrong choice."

He lifts the glass of water in a gesture towards Steve: "Even Captain America, there'll be people who disagree. If the world could agree unanimously on things, we wouldn't have countries."

There's a slight jostle of his shoulders as, point made, he takes another drink.

"That's my fancy way of saying we might as well choose, because who else is more qualified to deal with Asgard than us? Diplomacy's a two-way street. If Thor thinks Papa Odin will listen to Cap, then maybe that's the right choice."

He glances sidelong at Natasha again, returning the look with a nod and a tight smile of his own.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
<<Does the UN know about what?>> A familiar voice responds, also in Russian, as yet another person joins the room. If the voice wasn't a clue, the stark white hair would be a dead giveaway as Pietro makes an appearance, moving to take a seat. There really isn't anything else in way of greeting, nor in way of explanation as to where exactly he has been as of late. All in due time, it would seem.

     At least, for the time being, the discussion the speedster wandered into seems to be holding his interest. He sits, silently observing...

Thor has posed:
    Looking around the room, listening to the different points of view, Thor gives a nod. "If what Stark says is the general opinion, then I will take steps to make it so." He rests a hand on the tabletop and lightly raps his fingers there in a short staccato rhythm. He nods to himself and then casually opens his hand, causing the umbrella on the table to leap into the air and close the distance with a faint /whom/ as he catches it.
    "Pietro, we are discussing the role of the Asgardian ambassador from Midgard." He looks around, "Does anyone have a dissenting opinion?"
    He straightens up, "If not then I will take steps for that. But then we should turn our minds to the establishment of an embassy for Asgard here that will be most acceptable to those in power."

T'Challa has posed:
"It is a unique situation." T'Challa reasons, from where he remains leaning against the wall with his arms laid across his chest, "It is not some nation from Earth, which is already fractured.. but an external deligation from a different Realm entirely." Perspective being what it is, "It is presidence and when setting presidence, swing for the fences.. I think that is how the saying goes, yes?" Deferring to Steve in matters of Baseball.

He does agree with Tony, nodding as much anyways, "No they will not be so easy to agree, but it is exactly as you said; who else is going to do it? The Prime Minister of Great Britain? No offense, I am certain he would mean well.. but Captain Rogers, he is not." He keeps his usual dower expression, but inclines his head with all the regality of his station... He's proud of himself. "It would be an honor, of course, to do so.. but it is an Honor I cannot accept.. For the reasons you have said. Finding a more suitable deligate would be difficult.. So I have to agree in this point, Asgard should tell them who they wish and ride the wave of jeers that will no doubt follow."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint's brows raise as the 'grim matters' are revealed. "Really, Ambassador Cap?" he says. "Does that mean he has to live on Asgard?" he asks looking around the group.

As for the UN, Clint nods, "God help me but I'm with Tony, they're never going to pick anyone quickly and odds are it'll be someone dumb," he says. "Figure if we pick and get the right people to help us ram it down their throats, then they're going to have to go with it."

Pietro's entrance is met with a smile, "Good to see you too, Petey," he says of the near total lack of greeting.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    Natasha blinks once and does the world's slowest most deliberate surprised raising of her arms before gently saying "Pietro...! Glad you could join us. We're deciding the fate of the world." She says, and gestures to Thor when he explains. "Tony's..." Natasha pauses, making a daliberate face like it pains her to say this, "... Tony's right. We're just inviting a lot of squabbling if we take it to the world stage. People are going to resent us if they find out we *did* this, but... at least something might get done. At least unless SHIELD throws a fit."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The way Wanda's eyes widen in surprise as Pietro makes his presence known, she didn't seem to realize he was back. She moves further into the room, over behind his seat and reaches down a hand to squeeze his shoulder.

She looks at him, a lot passing through that expression and meeting of eyes. Gauging how he's doing, expressing her gladness to have her brother back with her, and letting him know she's doing ok. The look speaks volumes.

Wanda glances back up and over to Tony, looking pensive about what he said. "I guess the question would come down to, is whoever we appoint able to speak for the world? We can choose a good voice for the conversation. But if the rest of Earth is not willing to let them speak for them...?"

Tony Stark has posed:
"Thor," Tony says, having risen up in his seat now and resting both elbows on the table and a finger pointed at the Asgardian, "I figure I'm right in saying Odin's way of doing things is a case of 'my way or the highway', right? We wouldn't be in this - uh, this Loki mess if that wasn't the case, yes?"

Stark shifts a little in his seat, taking another sip from the glass and pushing his glasses up his forehead in order to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub at his eyes with the knuckles of one hand. He even yawns, covering his mouth with his wrist and leaning back languidly in the chair for a moment.

"Obviously he listens to you," a gesture at Thor, "Values your opinion. You're Asgard's ambassador to Earth. Ambassadors need and embassy. If we set you up somewhere that you can keep office hours, hear from other people who aren't happy with letting Cap speak for them - could you do that? If real estate prices in Manhattan are a concern, don't fret that. I own a chunk and I'm a fair ... -ish landlord."

Thor has posed:
    Arms folding over his chest, with that umbrella tucked under one of them, Thor nods and looks around the room, comfortable to listen to what is being said, perhaps trying to gain as much information as he can before they go forward. He nods toward T'Challa, accepting the man's wise words even as he lets his gaze slowly move from person to person about the room.
    But then when Tony addresses him his attention snaps to the other man. There's a slight frown as Tony voices his rather reasonable point of view, all told, and the Thunderer grudgingly nods. "In its current form, aye. It may more be that he feels he is operating within the role granted him by your ancestors."
    But then at the idea that Odin listens to him Thor's eyebrows lift but he holds his words or that instant until Tony finishes. "I am filling that role for now, it would not surprise me if mine father would take this and twist it back upon us. I could see him appointing Loki as ambassador as some... sort of test. Or perhaps Lady Sif could perform the role. The Court of Asgard knows that I am strongly sympathetic to the people of Midgard."

Steve Rogers has posed:
In silent agreement with Tony's gestured glass of water, the Captain tilts his head and shrugs his broad shoulders but a touch. Man's got a point. His golden eyebrows still lift at the final call by his fellow Avenger and he glances briefly over at Natasha as well before back to Thor.

Pietro's arrival and murmured Russian has Steve looking over. A silent nod of greeting for the young man follows. He listens to everyone speak, true-blues sliding from face to face, still wearing his solemn, thoughtful frown.

"Seems wise to get an Embassy on the map, especially since Tony's right. Thor, you've been the Ambassador for a while, I think, even if nobody made the official call. Opening an Embassy is a gesture that we're open to discussions as it stands, goodwill on both sides. If your father decides to appoint someone else officially, let us know."

By the deepening of his frown, Steve is clearly hoping it isn't Loki.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    Natasha shakes her head. "It should be a human. I know that's... a gamble with our track record, but... if Thor represents us, that's..." Natasha turns her palm up towards Thor apologetically, "No offense, Thor, but that's still just Asgardians doing what they think is best for us. If we're going to be represented, then... for better or worse, I think we should represent ourselves." Natasha gives a bit of a 'god help us' look at the floor, and then looks up again and says, "That said... I could think of worse ambassadors FROM Asgard than Thor. Represent you guys down here on Earth?" She says with a little smile. "I'd take your reccomendation on that too, but I really don't want your father to teach any more trouble makers lessons by giving them work here." She says, then gestures towards Steve who puts it more succinctly than her.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    "Oh, is that all, Natasha? So, the usual, then." It is a bit of dry humor as Pietro acknowledges the reason for the gathering, though he doesn't really seem to be smiling. Clint does get a glance and a slight smirk, as Pietro responses to the greeting. "you as well, Barton." No first name...but at least recognition. That's something

     A smile does appear, however, when that hand of Wanda's rests upon the shoulder. Blue eyes drift upward and the unspoken exchange between siblings is evident, clearly. In a manner of moments, the male Maximoff visibly relaxes, showing he is well, happy to be back, and pleased that his sister is well. It is enough to actually lessen the normally abrupt and hard tone in Pietro's voice as he turns to the conversation at hand.

     "As much as it pains me to say this...but Stark is correct. Both in the idea of choosing an ambassador to Asgard without polling the populace and for having an embassy for Asgard here. If anything, having a physical location might bring peace of mind to the populace...or at least an easy target."

T'Challa has posed:
"Why would it pain you to say it? Is Tony often wrong?" T'Challa wonders with a glance at Pietro, brow raised. He shakes his head out of the temporary confusion and nods agreement with the assembled regarding an Asgardian Embassy, "It would set a tone, bring you down closer to Humanity where they can see the Asgards intents to work with, not above, them. Which would play favorably later if you make a suggestion as to whom you think best suited to speak for all of Midgard."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint finds a piece of wall to hold up, listening, crossing his arms, "Not hearing anything that sounds too crazy to me. Asgard shows their serious with an Embassy, the world takes notice, they're more likely to be good with whoever Thor chooses. Besides, can maybe think of one guy that might be better than Cap for this job and he's unavailable right now." Superman of course.

Then on a lighter note, Pietro gets an upnod, "Maximoff."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha answers T'Challa with: "Tony is often... Tony." And puts on a brief, teasing smile aimed at Stark.

Tony Stark has posed:
"If Papa Odin wants to turn this into another test or trick, then we write it off and we're back to square one. A shitty situation, yeah, but not one we're unfamiliar with. That's where we were at until Thor got him to agree to the ambassador arrangement."

Tony makes a gesture towards Pietro next as though he means to address him, forcing his sunglasses up to rest in his hair and grinding the heel of his palms against his eyes. When he's done, he blinks blearily at the speedster and opens his mouth - only for T'Challa's question to prompts a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Only in matters of love and moderation," he answers, stifling another yawn, "And even then, not too often."

"Seeing as all of us," he continues, gesturing to Pietro again and then glancing towards Natasha, "Even the respected and dignified opposition agree that we ought to pick an ambassador rather than ask the world at large to do it. Then, I'm going to go ahead and assume Thor's first choice is probably the best. We need someone the Asgardians are going to respect and listen to. I doubt they put much stock in anything I do, and likewise Natasha's sneakery - no offense, Nat. So, I say we make it official and lump Cap with the role of ambassador to the land of the helmets with horns on them. All in favour?"

He raises his own hand, palm flat, and peers around the room.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda also seems comforted by her brother's return. Though her face holds far less fatigue and worry lines that it did in preceding weeks, she still is showing the signs of the tragedy that new events can only briefly push from her mind.

Wanda hrms quietly. "I am not the best, about politicians. But, if we choose someone and they do not approve, I am sure they will seek to send forth their own choice. So I would only suggest, best to make it someone they will also approve or, lest we lose any say in it."

She looks towards Steve. "I do not think anyone should not approve of Steve. But, some will see him as American first, I am sure. Still, is there another American they would trust over him? I am good with it if the rest of you are," Wanda says finally.

She glances over towards Clint, flashing him a small smile. "True," she says as he mentions another.

T'Challa has posed:
"Oh, so this is something Tony is encouraging through his willful behavior." T'Challa inclines his head to both Stark and Natasha for explaining, "Good to know." Turning away to look around the gathering, uncurling arms from his chest to raise his own in solidarity for Steve as ambassador to Asgard. "I stand that he is the best choice."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    Natasha listens to Stark, nodding once slowly as if a bit impressed, considering what she heard yesterday. Though she does give a bit of a good humored squint and a helpless little shrug at the sneakery line. "Hmmm." She sighs softly and raises her hand. "I agree. Unless I've completely misunderstoof Asgard, they like warriors, valor and sincerity up there, so... barring any last minute deep dark secrets, it's probably our best bet."

Thor has posed:
    Thor slaps his hand upon the table and says simply, "Aye. Rogers it is then." Even as he looks across the room at the others. Then he nods across the way to Tony, "We should begin the process of purchasing the land and perhaps I can gain the aid of those from the Builder's Guild on Asgard, perhaps we can put matters into motion and get things settled within the next several months."
    A pause, "Though the location, I will leave up to your discretion, Stark. If that is acceptable."

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve's eyes are downcast for the majority of the discussion, though they lift when Thor calls for the vote. He looks around the table, eyebrows lifting by minute amounts until they've nearly disappeared into his hairline. A swallow follows as he drops his gaze again and then nods to himself.

"'m honored by the trust you're showing here. I accept." His chin lifts. "If someone else better suited comes to light, I'll step down. First though, the Embassy. We need that precedence," and he nods towards T'Challa's earlier wisdom. His regard flickers from every face and back to Tony, given he's been volunteered to elect what sector of the city the Embassy should reside within.

Clint Barton has posed:
The smile from Wanda is returned, but even with that other candidate in mind he raises his hand. "Yep, Cap's got my vote," he says before the the thing is decided and the talk turns to builders guilds and land deals. Clint pushes off and takes a seat at the table, glacing over at Nat silently asking her take on all of this.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
     Pietro doesn't seem to think his consenting vote is needed. At least not verbally. He is more than okay with the choice of Cap as ambassador. The decision to leave Tony to choose the location is even untouched, though there is a fleeting expression of amused derision that only the most observant would have noticed.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    Natasha offers Clint a tiny little salute, then subtly winces as her head bothers her again. It's probably fine!

Tony Stark has posed:
"I'll get back to you on locations," Tony tells Thor with a nod of his head, lowering his hand back down to the table, "I've got somewhere in mind. Embassies usually buy up brownstones and mansions, but I think we can go a little flashier than all that ... "

Whatever Stark has in mind, he doesn't share. Though there's a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that suggests whatever it is will be quite big.

"Anyway, Ambassador Cap. Presumably Janet can get him fitted for his formal robes and wizard hat?" He looks towards Steve expectantly, tilting his head backwards in such a way that his sunglasses fall out of his hair and slip back down to the bridge of his nose to cover his eyes.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket, fires off a message, and then puts it away again.

"So, what's next on the agenda? Have we agreed on the Avengers club song? I'm still partial to 'Roll Out the Barrel'."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda nods at the final decision. Matters of international diplomacy are not her specialty. Instead she turns to something else that is. "Thor, I met someone who appeared to be one of your people. A woman named Heidi, seeking the deeds to become a Valkyrie. I invited her to visit the mansion some time and I said I would try to introduce you. If this is alright with you that is?" she asks, realizing she doesn't really know any intricacies of Asgardian culture to know if that would not be something that was alright.

She walks over to the coffee pot, glancing at it, and then seeming decide on tea instead. She gets herself a glass and looks over towards Pietro, asking in Serbia, <Drink?> Afterwards her eyes go to Clint, corner of her lips turned up in a smile as she gestures towards the coffee pot in a meaningful way.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve can't help the little smirk towards Tony. "Dunno about robes 'nd a wizard hat, but you're not wrong. She's gonna have to fit me for something. Let me know what you think might be best, Thor, 'nd I'll run it past her. Or wait, might as well have you tell her in-person. She'll want her pencils 'nd sketch paper around."

A glance over at Thor even as the Captain picks up his still-steaming mug of coffee. "It's not robes 'nd wizard hats, right?" There's a hint of pleading in the man's eyes, though it's well-hidden by a dry humor found in the situation of diplomatic fashion.

He's intrigued by this other Asgardian by how he considers Wanda. "Be glad to meet this Miss Heidi when she arrives. Though not anything by AC/DC, Tony?" He wings the question towards the man suffering his hangover -- or something akin to one, mystery as it is.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
    Natasha raises her eyebrows at Wanda and says "I'll... make sure our protocols don't taze her or anything." Before her phone buzzes in her pocket. Her brow bops upward for a split second before she pulls it out, takes a look at the screen, and just... takes a deep breath, giving Tony a bit of a look that just says 'what have you done', maintaining it as she follows Steve's AC/DC concerns with "Tony can only play that song when he thinks he's about to land. We're fine."

Thor has posed:
    Rising to his feet, Thor starts to step around the table and thumps Cap on the shoulder as he passes nearby, smiling with a nod of congratulations before he begins to make his way to the door. "I will begin to make the needed arrangements." He moves around, only to be intercepted by Wanda as he listens to her words.
    "That is perfectly acceptable, I shall look forward to making their acquaintance." That said he flashes a wry smile her way even as he begins to make his departure. Over his shoulder, "Make ready, Captain. When we depart we may have to stay for a good amount of time."
    The Asgardian reaches the door and nods once to T'Challa and gives Clint a /thump/ on the shoulder as well. "We should be gone at most a year or two." He starts to back out the door and his smile is absent from his lips. But it's there in those wide blue eyes, most likely joking. Probably.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve coughs a little into his coffee at the firm and friendly shoulder thump, but there's no asphyxiation in the long run. Clearing his throat, he smiles towards the Asgardian. The expression lingers at least until the commentary from the door. Those true-blue eyes lock onto Thor as the smile drops from his face like snowmelt in April.

"...that's a good one," the man decides mostly sotto-voce and lifts his coffee mug with a smirk. Cheers to not a year. Probably.

"Looking forward to this Embassy though." He glances around at everyone else. "Always been curious about how Asgard might manage here in the city. It'll be good for the PR as a whole."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa returns the nod to Thor as he exits, but otherwise resumes his usual silence amidst the Avengers. Arms again across his chest, expression looming distant, his gaze falls upon the floor while his thoughts drift elsewhere. They've accomplished enough for one night, multiple nations represented, it is a good talk. "Speaking of Embassies, I should return to mine. Ambassador Rogers-" Smirking, nodding to the Captain, Tony, and systematically all of those gathered, he turns and makes his way out of the assembly towards the exit.

Speaking quietly into the communicator he reactives with two fingers pressing the small bud behind his left ear, sending his hovercar to pick him up, much to the Dora accompanying him's chagrin. They do so hate it when he leaves without telling them, which is precisely why he does it. The only way to break their stoic expressions...

Or his for that matter.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint oofs when clapped on the shoulder but he gives a smile up to the Asgardian, one that grows even bigger when Thor drops that final bomb with Steve. "See," Clint smirks, "This is why I asked where you'd be staying," he says.

Wanda's nod at the coffee gets a nod back, "Thanks," he says, before looking over to Steve. "Should be, and hey it'll be good for tourism if nothing else, I mean, people gotta be curious right?"

A nod and a wave is given to T'Challa, before Clint asks Steve, "So, what's Jan think of all this?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda turns towards T'Challa. "Your Highness," she says to him. "I did not get to see you when I was visiting the camp in Wakanda. I did see your sister though. Thank you, again, for what your people have been doing there. And, apologies for Stephen Strange's behavior. He... was being himself," she says with a soft sigh. "Perhaps we can talk later about longer term arrangements and transportation?" she suggests.

Tony Stark has posed:
"Natasha's right," Tony says to Steve with a solemn nod, "AC/DC is my deal. You're all going to have to make do with public domain music from the Thirties and Forties. I'm not shelling out for rights."

Stark, finding his water empty, plants his hands on the table and pushes himself up to his feet. There may be a slight groan of discomfort as he does it, but he quickly masks it with a broad stretch of both arms out to his sides. He slaps his stomach, clicks his tongue, and moves a few steps away from his seat. The look from Natasha earning a broad, self-satisfied grin from the man.

"I think we'll have to stick to 'Roll Out the Barrel' for now. That should be a welcome taste of the old days, huh, Lord Ambassador?"

He stops behind Cap's chair and slaps both hands down on the man's shoulders, giving them a squeeze - and with that, Tony begins to sing as he strolls lazily towards the doorway.

"Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun. Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run."

He fishes his phone from his pocket again, the white-blue light cast back up at his face as he looks through the contents, still singing half-interestedly.

"Something, something, barrel," he mostly mutters to himself as he slaps T'Challa on the arm as well, edging his way past him as he goes. He steps out into the hallways, looking left, then right, then going left. As he disappears, he voice fades with him.

" - na na, the Gang's all heeeere ..."

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    Pietro glances over to Wanda, as she asks her one word question. A simple shake of the head is his response, but he does appear appreciative of the offer. The commentary of theme songs grabs his attention...more so the slight joke from Steve about no AC/DC songs. "And here I thought Tony would be partial to 'Big Balls'. " Again, said to no one in particular...but loud enough to be heard.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Thank you for taking time from your schedule to be present, your highness. I hope to speak to you again soon." Steve does indeed intend to see about a conversation with T'Challa, given the other man's experience in diplomatic affairs. His eyes return to Clint and a very rueful little smile slowly forms on his face. A sigh makes the steam rising from his coffee mug flutter. "Janet doesn't know yet. Just official as it stands," he says in that tone suggesting that there will be, no doubt, a Wasp-ly opinion on matters.

Craning his head slightly to see Tony when the man pauses behind him, the super-soldier watches him leave and then shrugs to himself. "Could be a worse song. Lots more out there unfit for muster," he murmurs to himself before smiling into his coffee. Pietro's little commentary earns himself a point of finger: precisely.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa pauses his departure when Wanda speaks to him, moving back to her to extend his hand out for her to take if she wants, laying the other atop them if she does. "It is the duty of every nation to aid their brothers when the need arise. What kind of King would I be if I did not offer assistance in Genosha's time of crisis?" He wonders, glad that other nations followed suit from his example. "I am at the Embassy in New York for several days before I must return to Wakanda. I would gladly speak to you at lengths before I depart. Or at one of the camps if our schedules do not line up before then."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff does indeed let T'Challa take her hand. "I will look forward to joining you there," Wanda tells him. "Or wherever is convenient, if events should keep that from happening," says the woman who has been providing a lot of teleporting of people and materials to and from the African location where her people are being given shelter. "Thank you," she tells him, T'Challa always one of the people who gets a warm reception from Wanda.