6003/He said WHAT

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He said WHAT
Date of Scene: 21 April 2021
Location: Location
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Melinda May, Daisy Johnson, Clint Barton




Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Thunderstorms boom through NYC, lightning strikes held at bay by rods that top the towers of the skyscrapers. Spring is in the air for the NorthEast, so no blaming Thor on this one (unless he really is to blame, then...). The temperatures are rising slowly but steadily, and even with the rain pattering upon the streets of the City That Never Sleeps, there is traffic and pedestrians are out and about, enjoying even this weather. Certainly beats the winter!

SHIELD, but most accounts, is on the ropes. Any friends they may have officially have either gone silent or disappeared or will shortly if they know what is good for them. There are still a few that are 'bucking the system', as it were, and while they may not be loudly proclaiming support, it is being given in the form of age old politicss; added clauses in ordinances that are never read anyway. After all, who would catch a lease renewal in the middle of the garbage remediation program paperwork for the Island of Manhattan? Who would look for an allocation of benefits in the middle of a small park beautification program document?

Most don't know where to look, but there is a set of ears that actually has discovered such little inclusions. Unfortunately, they're HYDRA's.

In a small office building in Alphabet City on the lower eastside, there is a front of a building; Moon Records is emblazoned across the door with a stylized record and black and white checkerboards. Within?

In the back, in the recording room is, well.. recording. Only they're not listening to music. Oh no...

Intel has come forth in a strange form. One cool cat, an older man in a three piece suit with a long black skinny tie and porkpie hat has dropped a dime...

Melinda May has posed:
As far as May is concerned, it's been a week of chasing her tail from one end of the country to the other... quite literally. One morning in Miami. That evening in California. Next day, New York. She can't help but wonder whether it'll be Alaska or Hawai'i by dinner. (If she gets a vote, Hawai'i sounds better.)

The warehouse space on the lower floors of her Chinatown safehouse have been made available to SHIELD for other purposes. So, she's standing in the middle of the old space, hands on her hips as she looks around. "What do you think?" she asks Daisy. "We could set up a rapid deployment STRIKE facility here pretty easily. It's defensible, it's got multiple exits, but it's easy to police." Her lips purse. "The biggest problem is space for a couple of SUVs. Bikes are easy, though."

Even as she speaks, however, her new SHIELD phone vibrates in her pocket. Her brow arches. Turns out HYDRA isn't the only agency with secret listening posts in the city. SHIELD has its own, naturally. And even with the public disgrace and disavowal, those things don't go away. They merely shift venues. One of those listening posts picked up a bit of unusual chatter. And, since the station chief (little 'c') knows there are bigger guns in the city than his pair of rookie comms officers, he has the signal shunted through to them.

May picks up her phone. "Go ahead," she says simply. No name. No identifying information. Not until she knows just who's calling. "Hey, Commander," the older man says, with a voice like crushed glass. "Patching you though to something I think you'll wanna hear. Stand by."

May glances to Daisy and swipes her thumb across the speaker icon. They might as well both hear this one.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Who knew that becoming an international terrorist meant doing more SHIELD work than ever before? Daisy would had never guessed it, but here she was. From saving an hijack attempt on a plane to following up leads on List and those other cronies still out there pulling the strings. But the string was starting to unravel, and if anything it meant SHIELD was becoming more united than ever. Hydra had stirred the nest and now they would face a motivated SHIELD, ready to take the fight to them.

Being down at the warehouse was a good alternative to being out in the rain. She didn't need that now, even if the thunders did remind her of Asgard, Thor. And subsequently of Jane. The friend she had a brief glimpse of just a couple of days back. So her gaze was a touch ..., away while May is showing the safehouse. A deep feeling of longing in her, but also of hope of getting the Agent back. Yet her eyes focus when she puts up that question.

"Maybe we can annex something on the side for those SUVs?" She suggests, "Though there's merit about keeping it with mostly bikes for mobility. We already keep most of the bulk back at the Playground. Still, I think it's a great space, out of the way some and easy access to most other parts of New York."

With May going to answer the phone Daisy takes a moment to look further around the warehouse before she notes May's glance and approaches. "What is it?" she looking curious.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is currently in the workshop at the Avenger's Mansion putting the finishing touches on his latest project. He's got all kinds of materials laid out, it looks like he may be working several projects at once. Strangely, no arrows are in evidence at all. He glances up at the digital clock on the wall and shoves things aside as he gets up and heads for the kitchen.

Rifling through the fridge, he comes up with some leftover pizza that he tosses in the microwave. Sitting down at the table to eat, he pulls out his SHIELD communicator and checks for any messages, then sighs. Nothing yet, apparently. Sooner or later they really need to get started kicking HYDRA in the giblets. In the meantime, pepperoni and sausage will have to do.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
*ding*

Think the microwave going off won't have people coming to investigate, even if it smells like Celeste Pizza For One? At least have the courtesy to have either the Four Cheese or the Meat Lover's!

While Wanda isn't as quick down the stairs as her twin, the smell of pizza does have a way to lure the Sokovian witch down from her room. It's one of her weaknesses now; New York City pizza! The pizza capital of the world.

Footfalls on the broad wooden steps herald her appearance, and turning the corner, espies the box from whence the pizza came and exhales in a softly exhasperated sigh. Pausing at the doorjamb, Wanda leans against the wood frame there, her head tilting, and her loose red hair falling in the gesture.

"Really? Is it so you can roll it like burrito and eat?"

Melinda May has posed:
Daisy's suggestions may be possible, though May doesn't get a chance to say as much, given the new voice on the phone. A man's voice. Less gravely than the listening post chief's. Instead, he's got a broad, classic NYC accent that sounds like it was lifted straight off a 60's sitcom voice track. "Yeah. So I heard SHIELD's still fightin' on the side ah de angels. No mattah whut dose a-holes in government say. (Not like I voted for any ah dem, anyway.) Don't mattah. Here's da skinny: If SHIELD's still helpin' mutants, dere's a road stop -- yous know what type ah road I mean, yeah? -- down in Red Hook. It's real friendly wit' mutants dat ah tryin' to escape dem places over in Europe an' Asia that's been tryin' ta snuff 'em out."

May arches a brow as the voice just keeps going... She's beginning to wonder if the chief is pulling one over on them. "But dere's dese guys, yeah? They've been snoopin' 'round there. An' my pal sez dey prolly gonna try an' snag old Wizard. He's cool, right. Makes bleedin' edge tech shit outta spare parts. Sez he can hear da wires singin' to him. Anyways... I jus' tink if ya's wanna win some points... you keep ol' Wizard safe. Check out Clinton St. half a block sout' ah Halleck." And that's where the message ends.

Glancing to Daisy for a moment, May picks up her phone. "That's it?"

"S'all we got, May," the station chief says. "You think it's good?"

May grimaces. She glances to Daisy a second time and gives a mild shrug. "I think it beats unpacking boxes." She considers who's likeliest to back them up in this situation, having learned from her last foray into a situation based on a phone tip that more bodies are better than less at her back. "Call Barton. Tell him to meet us at Red Hook Park by the baseball field. We'll deploy from there."

"Will do."

May switches off her phone. "C'mon," she tells the younger agent. "Let's go hunting."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The voice on comms has Daisy quirk her brows up. Curious about what the heck this is about. Hopefully not a prank call. She hates prank calls. And she has a particular set of skills. Which means she will find those pranksters and ki--- Yet this one seems to be legit. And when the voice starts talking about mutants is when she leans forward.

"Lance couldn't pull out this accent." she tells May in a rather low tone. Perhaps reinforcing the idea that indeed this isn't a prank!

The glance is shared when the communication is over, Daisy nodding. "It does." actually, she was relieved. Though she also knew the box unpacking would come LATER. Ufff, SHIELD makes her work overtime so much! But no time to complain.

It was time to roll. "So, what are the odds that I drive this time?" She asks May. She already knows the answer. Ah well!

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint grins at Wanda, "What? If you roll it up, it's easier to eat. We've gone over this before." He waves at the pizza, "Grab some, join me. I'm just grabbing a little snack.

His hand goes to his pocket as his SHIELD communicator goes off, pulling it out and raising it to his ear. "Yeah... yea... I'll be there." He looks to Wanda, "Looks like we've got a lead on some bad guys, we're gonna go shut them down. It's right here in New York, so not much travel time, you going to come along?" He picks up a slice of pizza and rolls it up, taking a bite as he heads for the workshop, "Gotta get the gear I was working on, then we'll head over to the meeting point."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda still leans on the jamb, her head still tilted slightly as she watches Clint roll up the pizza. She smirks, shakes her head and pushes off her lean to take a languid step into the kitchen proper. "No, there is not enough for me. You are still growing man." The smile still plays on her face, her tones softly amused. It's the same game she plays with her brother. Not enough meat on bones!

She pauses in her step, however, as the phone chimes, and he raises it to answer with one hand, the rolled up pizza burrito in the other. Brows rise as she catches his side of the conversation before she nods her response only a few heartbeats before he asks. "Of course I will. That is no question to ask of me." All he needs is his equipment?

Melinda May has posed:
Thus, some thirty or forty minutes later, the quartet find themselves walking away from Baseball Field #9 in Red Hook Park, towards Clinton St., where a series of old industrial buildings and warehouses line the Henry St. Basin. "If this guy's on the level," May says as they move -- her tacsuit covered by dark jeans and a leather jacket, her weapons concealed inside that jacket, "The likeliest place is the old Sunlite Bulbs & Fixtures warehouse. It has real history, thanks to prohibition. Makes a good stop along Mutant underground railroad."

She's met Wanda all of once, but she knows Clint trusts her. She also knows the woman's Avenger dossier speaks of a certain instability and tendency to go off-book where HYDRA is concerned. So... May's a little wary about how this will go. Especially with reality bending magic in the mix. "Think you two can cover Daisy and me while we sneak in? The less we're seen and heard, the easier it'll be to get a feel for what's going on in there." Both of them, ironically enough, can 'pass' as mutants... thanks to being Inhuman.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"If it's a trap, they will know not to mess with us." Daisy assures May, dressed in the black and blue suit that is her Quake trademark. No gloves though! That's a change. But she has gotten rid of those 'shackles' recently. She gets comms up, slipping one inside a ear, "Okay, we are on." she tells May, giving her a thumbs up. "Signal is encrypted. I will send Clint the codes when we meet up."

She offers a greeting wave at both Wanda and Clint when they come in, "Heya, guys. Good that you could join us." she had met the duo a few times before. Clint more due to the nature of their work and SHIELD missions, but Wanda as well. "Been a while." then she distributing comms to the duo. "Encrypted in our frequency, so we keep in touch."

"We believe they may be trying to take a mutant that lives around here. By the name of Wizard." her eyes rest on Wanda a moment, perhaps wondering if she's heard of them or not.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint nods to May and Daisy as he and Wanda get to the meeting place. He's got a long trenchcoat on over what appears to be dark clothing. There's no sign of his normal bow or arrows anywhere. He takes the offered comm and put it in his ear.

<<Just so you know, I'm short range for this. Can't be using the arrows, gives it away I was here. Haven't heard of this Wizard, but that doesn't matter, we gotta stop anything from happening.>>

He looks to Wanda, then back to the others, then opens his coat slightly to show bandoliers of throwing knives and a sword hilt.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda is actually dressed very down; no hint of red, no hint of anything that'd indicate 'Scarlet Witch'. She's wearing a pair of dark cargo pants, a sweater and over top, a light jacket, with a hat over all. She wanders in, hands in her pockets just at Clint's elbow, green eyes looking around the warehouse. She nods her approval, her head bouncing slightly, her words soft, "Very nice," in that accented, lilting Eastern European sound.

The information is taken in, the com set in her ear quickly and easily. She's worn them before, will undoubtedly wear them again.

"If is trap, they will regret such a thing." Threat or promise? Hard to say, really..

Still, Wanda makes her brief greetings; she's odd man out, and she feels it and it's reflected in her manner, mien.. and in her pace. She's listening more than speaking, taking in the information.

Brows rise, "Mutants? Wizard, is not name I recognize." A ghost of a smile rises, "We do not all know each other, believe it or not."

Melinda May has posed:
The fact that the Sokovian Avenger is quiet externally, doesn't mean she's quiet internally. May can feel that she's out of her depth. Or feels that way, anyway. That does not quiet May's concerns in the least.

"He's supposed to be some sort of tech genius," she tells both Avengers as she assesses the old warehouse herself. "So, I wouldn't be surprised if we come across more than a few mechanical traps along the way. Let's just hope he knows we're the good guys." Are they ever that lucky?

She glances to Quake -- since that's definitely the persona Daisy's rocking -- and gives a wry smile. For a moment, she feels like she should be sporting Bobbi's wingsuit and calling herself Blackbird. But that seems overkill to her.

She closes her eyes for a moment, concentrating. What Daisy can do with vibrations, May does with emotions... beginning to count just who's where and how many. "I've got... four very tense on the water side, moving north. There might be others, but that's pushing my range. The most signatures I'm feeling are in the north end of the building. And that's where the quartet is heading."