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Carol Danvers	The sun is starting to go down, but it's been so hot that that doesn't make the pool any less inviting. The staff keep the rooftop pool at the perfect temperature for cooling off. And if one thinks its too cool, there's always the attached hot tub. Carol Danvers floats through the air above the water. Wearing a red string bikini, she stops flying, spinning her body the old fashioned way in a 540 degree flip, ending up going into the deep water head first, before coming back up to the surface and tilting her head back to clear the wet hair from her eyes. "The crowd goes wild. Except the Russian judge. Until Nat whispers in his ear and he awards a perfect 10 as well!" she says to no one in particular.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff is settled over in a position for sunbatching. The pale Russian doesn't seem like she could ever get color. But she never burns eitehr no matter what. Something about her physiology. Her outfit is a black two piece that for some reason has a small widow symbol over on one of the triangles. She's seemingly mostly asleep.
Pietro Maximoff	It was a day of patrols for Quicksilver - the speedster having done a few circuits before returning to the compound. The man arrives just in time to spot the splash entry of Carol into the water. He pauses as she returns to the surface, and hears her comment. "Is that a thing? Are we entering the Olympics?" He wonders, moving to find a seat in a blur. "How is the water, Carol?"
Simon Williams	Descending from the great blue yonder is the (Wonder) man himself. The wind whips at his disheveled black hair as he lowers himself to the roof, hands resting on his hips as he looks around. Dressed for the occasion, he's wearing his usual red lensed aviators and a pair of Wonder Man-branded red and black swimming trunks. "Carol, Natasha," he offers by way of greeting. He turns to Pietro and extends a hand. "I'm Simon."
Carol Danvers	Carol treads water the old fashioned way as she watches the arrival of the others. "I think Nat's sleeping. Though she could be stalking us. It's tough to tell the difference," she says with a glance over towards the red-head. "Hey, we took on the Yankees, why not the Chinese diving team?" she replies to Pietro. "I don't even know where the next Olympics are. Winters up next, right?" As Simon comes flying down, the blond woman looks up towards him. "Just remember, any super-strength cannon balls that empty the pool, and you are responsible for filling it back up again. Plus the grass doesn't like all the chlorinated water dumped on it." Carol lies back and kicks slowly to float down to the shallow end where she plants her feet once it'll leave her about shoulder-deep. "Anyone seen Janet? I texted her I was coming out."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would fold over and look up and glance at Simon, "Yes, we're familiar with you. Those of us whom have worked in the field." Natasha would have one eye open, head propped up over as she would turn over to let the other end of herself start to tan. "I'm surprised that you're not having anything else to help you relax out here." By which she means that Carol's not had anything up and out with her as far as lcohol goes. Not htat Natasha really minds. The other woman is an adult and functional.
Pietro Maximoff	There's a look to Simon's hand - perhaps the old face that is common on Pietro's visage. Then he shakes the hand, politely. "Pietro." He offers, with a nod. "Nice to meet you, Simon." Once greetings are done, he looks over to Carol. "International incidents, perhaps? Trouncing a whole nation's best athletes may not endear us to others. The Yankees at least knew we were doing this for a good cause." A smile. "Besides, I didn't play. I thought it'd be bad form to cover the whole field." "I've not seen Janet recently." He explains, even as he looks to Natasha. "Other things to relax? Liquor?"
Simon Williams	"Paris," Simon answers Carol's question. As a three-time Wheaties box cover, it's his duty to know these things. "You as well, Pietro." The man will receive a warm smile. It's his wheelin and dealin one that he uses when the cameras are around. 10/10. He moves to have a seat with his legs hanging in the pool, leaning back on his hands as he soaks up the sun. "As a Mets fan, it was a true pleasure to see the Yankees pay their dues."
Janet van Dyne	Janet exits the elevator to the rooftop and holds a hand in front of her face to ward off the sun while her eyes adjust. "Keep taking my name in vain," Janet suggests to the rest of the assembly. A big floppy-brimmed hat and designer sunglasses cover her face, and she's shrugged into a nearly-translucent pool robe in robin's egg blue with delicately stitched roses embroidered into it. Cork-heeled wedge heels give her a little extra height while she moves over to the chairs near Natasha and claims an adjacent one for herself, flopping into Natasha's six-foot-bubble of personal space. She beams at the redhead with a brilliantly unapologetic smile and shrugs out of the robe, showing off a red-and-white one-piece with a single shoulder strap, wrapped around her like a thin ribbon of candy cane striping. "Oh hey, you're that Wonder-Dude," she informs Simon. Her nose wrinkles in thought. "It's, uh, Simon, right? Williams? Loved you in that film you did two years ago, the uh, with the plane--" her finger snaps in the air as if trying to summon the missing words to her lips. "It was good."
Carol Danvers	"There goes the neighborhood," Carol chuckles towards Janet as she comes out to join them. "And by 'there goes' I of course mean, there goes the neighborhood being all fashioanble now," the blond clarifies from the pool where she's relaxing. Her blue eyes go over to Simon. "Was nice to see some stunts with real planes and not just CGI," she adds. Because of course she saw the movie with airplanes and a fellow hero in it. Carol begins walking up the shallow end as she answers Pietro's query to Natasha. "Yes, but I'm taking a break today. Bullets may bounce off, but headaches are still a thing," she says with a delicate sigh. The woman walks over to the edge of the pool where the water from the hot tub occasionally laps over to help regulate the pool temperature. She hops over it and sinks into the hot water. A touch of a control nearby starts up the jets. "Pietro, did you play any sports growing up?" she asks him. "Soccer player?"
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would glance over at Janet, "Why hello, you seem to be relaxed out here. Good to se you Janet." As the other woman would lflop over next to her and she would crane her neck, "So is there something you would like to talk over with while you're here?" Natasha is tolerant of Janet and the other woman's willingness to go close. Tolerance, however, only goes so far. But fortunately ont his day, it is one of those ones where her tolerance holds.
Pietro Maximoff	There's a blur as Pietro dashes off, changes, and returns in a swimsuit. "Afternoon, Janet." He says as he wooshes past her on his way back. Another glance is given to Simon, clearly Pietro's not a movie buff. They take so long to sit through! The man executes a rather easy dive into the water - no flips or spins, just a simple swan dive. Once he's resurfaced, he shakes the water from his face. "Sports? Not anything organized, Carol. Just.. play as children. Football, yes. When there was time to play. Tag was always fun, as well - however once things got bad, play was not a thing."
Simon Williams	"Close enough," Simon remarks under his breath, before turning his head to look at Janet. "Red Eye 2: Redder Eyes," Simon says, beaming at them both. "Can you believe they almost gave that one to Chris Evans? Dude's a hack." He's always excited to meet a fan. He reaches down into the water with a hand and scoops some up to flick onto himself. "I was always too busy being an unbearable theatre kid to play school sports," Simon admits.
Janet van Dyne	Janet meets Natasha's probing gaze with an insoucient expression. "Yeah baby, I was gonna ask why you look so tired." She takes a second to rearrange her robe and fold it onto a shelf under the little drinks tray nearby. "'cause you've been running through my mind all day," she adds, with a theatrical sotto voce that's impossible not to overhear. Grinning at her own impudence Janet settles back into the lounge chair with the practiced ease of a lifetime of leisure. She looks around with a little bewilderment, searching for something that's not there. "Where's my drink? Didn't I have one when I came in?" Apparently she didn't, and she picks up her phone to page her assistant with a quick tapping of text message. She wiggles her fingers at Pietro in greeting and squints at Simon from behind her glasses. "He looks like every one of those prep school jocks," she agrees with him. "I mean he's got some dramatic range I guess, but I just don't see him in a superhero film. Speaking of," she says, drawing out the word while she resettles her shoulders and hips. "A birdie told me they're casting for the Steve biopic already."
Carol Danvers	Carol relaxes back in the hot tub, resting her head on the back of it and closing her eyes. "Casting? Ohhhh, do we get to come critique. Catcall. That sort of thing?" she asks with a grin. "So Simon, speaking of superheroes, have you been giving more thought to that comment you made about helping us out around here?" she asks. "I think we need Steve or Tony to give a speech if so. The one about, taking your turn at monitoring duty and being on watch and all of that," she tells him. "I admit, I appreciated the help in space the other day. Didn't see that attack coming until the last moment." As Janet starts tapping away ordering drinks, Carol peeks an eye open. Tempted maybe? She closes it again. "Pietro, where's Wanda been hiding, by the way? I haven't run across her in days now."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would look over at Janet and smirk. "I see. So what would the Captain say? I don't think that he would particularly get that one. I do like it however. You should try it over on him and see how things go." She would go to adjust her position, propping her face up and over to get a beter view of things. "Welcome to the Avengers, Simon. I'm sure that you'll do well here. It's nice to have some backup here. We don't have as many heavy hitters amongst our ranks as the Justice League does, so the extra support is always welcome."
Pietro Maximoff	Taking his time and swimming along in the pool - the backstroke - Pietro smirks. "She is busy, as always. I had wanted to introduce her to my girlfriend, as Lorna has already met her. I suppose I should meet her partner as well." There's a slight scowl at that. "At least, officially meet him in my role as older brother." A look over to Natasha, then to Simon. "Joining the team?" He wonders, still swimming along - lazy pace for him, but it might look exhausting to others. The flirting(?) between Janet and Natasha is noted, but not commented on.
Simon Williams	"Casting's done and done," Simon informs Janet, before snap-pointing at his own chest. "Production's switched gears, though. Producers decided they wanted a more focused look at Loki's invasion. That way they can sell more than just Cap merchandise," Simon explains. "I'm still trying to get my agent to keep me from having to go blonde," he adds, a touch of concern on his face. He looks to Carol and nods, "I have and, with you guy's blessing, I'd would like to make it official. It's felt good to take a more active role as a hero again, with you and with Natasha the other day." He dips his head in that practiced kind of humility to Natasha as she bids him welcome. "That's the plan, if you'll have me," he says to Pietro.
Tony Stark	There is the sound of a burst in the sky. The Avengers know that sound. And they should know what is incoming. A red and gold blur barrels down towards the rooftop pool, a collision course with the water. Iron rusts, so perhaps water isn't the best plan for an Iron Man, but certainly there was some planning involved there. Mere moments before one of the most epic splashes ever, the Iron Man suit stops on a dime. And as it does so, the mounting mechanisms open up, propelling Tony dressed for the occassion in a fashionable pair of swim trunks (from the Tony Stark line, of course - red with gold trim) and curls into a cannonball as he hits the water. When he emerges from the water somehow through the miracle of modern technology (or post-modern) his sunglasses are still on his face. "Who missed me?"
Janet van Dyne	Janet laughs in delight as Natasha goes along with it and grins at the rare show of humor from the spymistress. Fingers uncurl and squeeze in the air between them-- a gesture of fond affection that respects Natasha's preference to not be casually touched. "I'll keep that in mind for the 4th," she informs Natasha, and settles back in her seat again. One arm lifts and tucks behind her neck to support her head while she addresses Simon again. "I don't think it's gonna look right without the hair," she bids him. "Though y'know, Steve's got the--" she gestures vaguely at her face. "Whole gravitas thing going, that's like, ninety percent of it. Who is the production company again?" That last sentence is cut off by Tony falling into the pool. Janet reflexively curls her legs towards her chest to avoid any water touching the immaculate application of coconut oil that's bronzing on her bare legs. "Hey, watch it," she tells Tony with a peevish tone. "I'm tanning here." Her assistant emerges from the elevator carrying a tray like a professional waiter, and sets up Janet's drink-- an ice cold vodka martini with a thin lime curl. "I took the liberty of bringing a pitcher of rum sunsets up for the team," he informs her, and waits patiently with a pitcher and glass in his haand for anyone who wants one poured.
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers hears Natasha's comment and lets out a soft raspberry. "I mean sure, they've got Superman. But who needs 6'3". Muscles like a Greek god. Wavy hair that you want to run your fingers through. Eyes like the sky after a summer rainstorm has passed..." Carol says before fading away. She looks around. "What was the topic again?" she kids before leaning back in the hot tub again, enjoying the jets and hot water. "So, Pietro, how many times are you going to smack whoever it is without them being able to tell you've moved? Because, I'd kind of like some video of that. Maybe do it where JARVIS can have the security feeds streamed to us?" she suggests of the meeting of the sibling's significant other. "Uh oh, incoming," she says just in time to warn of Iron Man's arrival. Splashing she doesn't mind, only her head is out of the water anyway. She looks over at the pitcher of drinks delivered to Janet, chewing her lip. But doesn't ask for one.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would turn up to fully face Janet, a hand going out to actually rub back at Janet's fingers. A rarer thing herself, showing the sense of trust she shared with the fashionista. "I'm sure there are a great many things. You'll need to be careful though. Pick ones tha the'll actually get. I'm sure that a great many of thsoe colloquialisms will require some form of puppetry so he can grasp them." SHe would smile. "But that just means you'll have to try out alot of them to see the ones that he does, after all." She would look voer at Tony upon his entrance, "Well, that just means that the shooters aren't taking good enough aim. I'll have to ensure they get extra instruction in."
Pietro Maximoff	The best part about seeing things in slow-motion, is the capability to react. As Tony comes screaming in at speed, Pietro dives under the water and swims to the opposite side of the pool. No reason to be in the way, or be sloshed around on the surface. Once the canonball is passed, he resurfaces with a shake of his head. "Always an entrance, Tony." He smirks. Looking over to Carol, he shrugs. "I've never noted the number - I suppose it depends on the person." It's certainly running through his mind. "But if they make Wanda happy, then I am happy for her." A nod. As Janet's assistant has drinks, he does motion for one. No reason not to, honestly!
Simon Williams	"Believe it or not, Disney's handling the whole thing. Not who I would've expected," Simon admits. "I've read the script, though, and it's some real classy stuff. I get lots of big, dramatic speeches," Simon notes. "Y'know, Superman's actually only like five eleven? I spent a lot of time with him before I played him in Justice Rising. He one hundred percent has lifts," Simon informs Carol. Tony's arrival is...a complicated issue for Simon. He lifts a hand to greet the man, mouth flattening. "Hey there, Stark."
Janet van Dyne	Drinks for everyone who wants one! Janet sips her martini happily, it's so cold that little wisps of condensation waft off the frosted glass now and then. The little repartee with Natasha seems to have reassured her that all is well with the Russian woman for the time being. While he's distributing drinks, her assistant moves over to the side of the pool near Carol and hunkers down to offer her a glass. "And a virgin sunset for the good Captain," he bids her, and flashes a smile. Janet watches him deliver it to Carol and when she catches the blonde's eye, she smiles slightly and lifts her glass in salute (like it was her idea to begin with, which it probably wasn't). Her assistant's just that good. Though there's some fertile ground for a joke about a 'virgin' drink, Simon's sally about Clark provokes a snort and a laugh from the socialite. She looks over at Natasha and holds her fingers a couple inches apart. "That looks like about four inches, right?" she says with a mirthful, dry amusement.
Tony Stark	Seeming at least slightly disappointed that no one answered his question, Tony starts floating over towards the edge of the pool. "Don't tell me I missed the actual party." The hovering Mark PT suit floats over towards Tony's destination. A small compartment opens on the back of the wrist of one hand and the other hand retrieves it to hold beneath the wrist of the other. The hand itself pops up exposing a small nozzle, and it slowly sprays out a perfectly measured amount of cocktail into the glass. The suit tilts in its hover and by the time Tony reaches the edge and lifts up his hand, his glass is waiting for him. Did Tony build an entire Mark class of armor to wear to parties? Yes, yes he did. "So, I got the summons and raced right over, I missed if there was some sort of occassion behind this." He takes a sip from his drink as he idly floats at the edge, regarding his fellow Avengers with a warm smile.
Natasha Romanova	The Russian woman is as she always does. Quiet and not particularly interactive. But a pool party is at least something relaxing. "And you're showing more than usual, Stark." She would note drolly to him while going to sit up and over, thoughtful in her expression as she would go to curl up and over, moving tos tertch after having gotten some sun.     "We could use something more informal more often, I suppose. Tha'ts notgoing to be Rodger's party. I would hate to upstage it."
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers takes the glass and gives him a grateful smile. "You're the best," she says, eyes going to Janet at the end so both the man, and the woman, can assume was directing the words at them. Efficiency, see. It's an Air Force thing. Carol relaxes back and sips the cool drink. "Cold drink, warm hot tub. I think that is going to be the name of my autobiography," she muses. The woman's toes appear for a moment above the water then sink back down as she relaxes on the underwater seat. "Just welcoming Simon to the team. And enjoying the warm weather," she says to Tony. "You need to do your," she says, setting down her drink and then miming typing above the water where they can see, "Techie mumbo jumbo and get him added to the mansion's security protocols and all." Glass retrieved, Carol says as an aside to Pietro, "By the way, didn't get a chance to meet your date to the birthday party. That someone you're seeing?"
Pietro Maximoff	After collecting his drink, Pietro rests at the side of the pool, one arm over the edge. His legs are in a state of perpetual motion - enjoying the easy resistance of the water. The drink is sipped slowly, not wanting an immediate headache. A nod to Carol and a slight smile. "Yes, that was Micola." He admits. "She is a tattoo artist down near the shore." He explains, a happy smile on his face. "We just kind of hit it off - and she was able to deal with my constant scowling."
Simon Williams	"I would like to be able to visit the Mansion without having to dodge flak cannons," Simon admits, nodding to Carol. There's that winning grin shortly thereafter. "As far as lodging goes, I've got a penthouse..." he trails off, looking around. He points West. "That way, so you don't have to set aside any additional space for me." He adjusts the aviators a touch higher and leans back on his hands once more to soak up that delicious UV radiation.
Tony Stark	Finally deciding he has enough of the water, although it has been really only been a few minutes, Tony hoists himself up out of the water after setting the glass down on the edge. Careful not to drip into his drink (who wants to dilute a finely prepared cocktail), he swings over before bending down to retrieve it. He takes a moment to review the gathered Avengers, ticking something off in his head. "Who we missing?" He heas over to find a lounge chair, flopping back into it in dramatic fashion, all while keeping said cocktail intact with only the slightest of wobbling of the liquid within.
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers looks around. "No Cap. Think there's a kitten down on 13th stuck in a tree," she says with a gleeful grin. Only disappointed he wasn't there to hear it so they could see that look that would result. She sets down her glass and ducks under the water before coming back up and clearing her hair back to lie flat on her head again. "I could get used to this life. Maybe nothing will attack or run amok for a few days," she says.
Janet van Dyne	"Steve's off doing something somewhere," Janet informs Tony. "I'unno, he texted me a novel. I tuned out after the first few words. He'll be around. Unless he can't." Shoulders wiggle in an unconcerned shrug-- though she does unconsciously fiddle with the little patriotic shield hanging from a gold chain around her neck. Some internal alarm clock *dings* and Janet gets up long enough to lay the lounge chair flat. Head and feet switch sides and she lays on her belly, hugging a towel to her chest so she can continue to chat comfortably with the others while tanning her backside. "Yeah Pietro, you two seemed-- good," she says for lack of a better word. "At least I thought so, I didn't get much of a chance to be more than socially polite," she says to the speedster. It's more excuse than apology. "But if she's chill, keep bringing her around," she bids the speedster. "How long's it been for you two?"
Pietro Maximoff	There's a brief second where he recalls the first time they met. "Dating? About two months, I would guess." Time was always so difficult to scale for Pietro. "She's chill. She... got outed as a mutant by a data leak with the NYPD." A slight frown. "She does some help with them on cold cases." That's a sore subject - the public outing. "They are making it up to her, though. And having an Avenger swinging by her shop helps keep trouble away." Perks of the job, right? "She's good for me. She's patient when I get short, and helps me realize that some things in life are better experienced in slow motion than blurred through." A chuckle. "She was a bit awe-struck in seeing most of you there."
Tony Stark	"Ah yes. Hopefully all the kittens of Brooklyn are sleeping safe tonight." Tony stretches out his legs as he reclines, taking a slow sip from his cocktail. Suddenly the Mark PT beeps insistently. "Paprika." it announces to Tony. He sits up and flicks the glass, contents and all, into the air. The Mark PT snatches it carefully and brings it over to the other arm. The panel opens up again and a small nozzle appears, sucking every last drop from the glass. Then it slides back into the chamber it was resting in before, vanishing as the chamber door slides over it. Tony lowers his shades to wink at the Mark PT and then replaces them before leaning back to whistle innocently. Roughly eight seconds later Pepper Potts arrives.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would go to sit up fully and move to pull her legs up underneath her. "So what then do you plan to add to the font of chaos that will no doubt be inevitable? Should I worry about the coming collateral damage from coming festivities? Are you going to rig up some sort of proton cannon to salute for Captain Roger's party?"
Pepper Potts	'Who're we missing?' Tony asks? Not Pepper, not anymore anyway. Always a little late, but never empty handed, the redhead arrives with a woven handbag in hand. She's in a bikini, with a wide floppy hat upon her head to keep out the worst of the rays. For some reason, as she arrives, there is an expectant Tony, which gains a set of raised brows, as well as a slightly amused look on her face.. coupled with the pepetually fond expression. It's a mainstay. Good afternoon, everyone," is lifted, though her approach is for Tony. A quick kiss is left to his cheek, complete with a whispered, "Be good," before she turns to Janet. "I missed your party, I'm sorry. Presents are in the bag."
Simon Williams	Standing up from his seat on the edge of the pool, Simon streeeeeeetches and moves to pour himself a glass from the pitcher of cocktail. He's soaking up every minute of this rare day off. "I think I saw Thor bringing steaks for the Fourth of July. Can't help but wonder just what kind of super beast they came from," Simon says, lifting his glass for a long drink. "You guys can find time to date while heroing full time? I never could get the swing of it. Too much to worry about," he says. He turns to spy the entering Pepper and lifts his glass to her by way of greeting.
Thor	There is the sound of a booming voice, the pall of a heavy shadow falling across the proceedings. A silhouette against the sun and likely not the first considering the entry of so many noble souls. Yet this one has a voice that at times roars across a battlefield and can be heard over the violence of a throng battling for its life. Easily heard with such bravado as it proclaims...     "WHAT IS THIS?!" For it is the voice of Thor Odinson, floating there with a wild grin upon his lips and hammer in one hand and dusty bottle in the other. Garbed for once for the out and about in clothes more keen for a trip to Asgard's court instead of to the city of Manhattan in Midgard. Black leather boots that cover his lower legs, a brilliant set of chain mail resplendent with reflected sunlight, a black breastplate and a fluttering crimson cloak that gives him that image of the otherworldly.     To some it is an image out of high fantasy.     Yet in this august assembly it is merely Thor.     He tries to hide his wry grin. "I spend such time hurtling back and forth hither and yon, solving such problems and conundrums only to return to Stark's manor to find such malingering!"     The Asgardian clucks his tongue so seriously, so judgmental in its execution even as he sets down with a thump upon the ground near that lovely pool. "Such a shameful display. I am scandalized, assuredly so."
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro is in the pool, enjoying a drink as he leans against the side. As Pepper arrives, he nods. "Hello Pepper." He offers, greeting as his drink slowly is consumed. No need to rush - he processes it fast enough to give himself an immediate hangover if he doesn't watch himself. "Time is relative, Simon. It is almost excruciatingly long for me." A chuckle. "I have plenty of time to do all sorts of things while being a hero. Dating included." A look up at the arrival of the God of Thunder. "Is the whole team showing up tonight?" He wonders. "And I heard someone say Steve has an upcoming party?"
Carol Danvers	From over in the area of the hot tub attached to the pool, comes the kind of sound that Thor is probably only used to hearing in the wilds of Vanaheim, or perhaps the more dangerous regions of Alfheim. Is it a troll? A great hairy beast on the hunt, bellowing it's dominance over the land? No. It's Carol Danvers, snoring as she's passed out in the hot tub.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would lgance at Carol, "Janet, I think she needs something stronger. Do you think you have a good pick her up on you you could use? I think that you're going to do far better than I will at bringing her back to the waking world."
Pepper Potts	Pepper moves to the side of the pool, ready to dip a foot in. It's undoubtedly heated, so at the //perfect// temperature. "Hello, Simon," is given in return, Natasha is offered a smile and upon entering the water, she sets her hat aside and undoes the hairtie that holds her mane in place. "How is your lovely lady, Pietro? I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk with the two of you at the party." Things were.. busy. A quick glance is given in Carol's direction, and she gets a laugh before looking up at the blotting of the sun. "You're in my sun, Thor.. and don't even consider clouds. It's a day off."
Tony Stark	Like clockwork. Tony turns his cheek towards Pepper as she greets him, and returns her whisper. "Aren't I always?" And then that Tony Stark grin. Simon's question earns him a smile. "It's easy, actually. First you find a wonderful assistant who may or may not actually be a mutant with the power of organization." He lifts up one finger. "Second, you let her handle /everything/ - and I mean /everything/. Including shopping for your dates." Tony flashes a grin. "Now here's where it gets tricky. Third, you date /her/ so you do not even have to waste time finding someone OR once you do have to worry about making any decisions." One more finger goes up. "Fourth, be so damn charming that you can pull it off and have her put up with all your crap." He turns and looks over at Pepper and there is clear affection on his face. "The trick is finding if more than one of them is only the planet because I'm not giving up mine anytime soon."
Janet van Dyne	"I'm gonna hold it against you up until the moment I open my presents," Janet promises Pepper. She rolls to one hip to push up and swings her legs over the side of the lounge so she's sitting upright. At Natasha's aside, Janet looks to Carol, then back at the Russian with a wrinkling of her button nose. "Nah, let her sleep. I'm not gonna be the one to push her off the wagon," she remarks. Thor's arrival is met with friendly indifference; she holds her hat on her head with one hand to keep it from blowing off in the wake of his thundering pronouncement. "Hi Thor, I take it you don't want a drink then?" she inquires, lifting both eyebrows and gesturing at the pitcher of rum sunsets sitting in the shade.
Pietro Maximoff	"She is doing well. The data leak that outted her has been corrected, and the NYPD is getting her funds to complete her forensics degree." Pietro explains, looking over to Carol at the snore. A quick check, to make sure she's not in danger of drowning, and he looks back to Pepper. "She enjoyed meeting you, of course." He smiles. More sipping. A shake of his head at Tony's four point plan. "I think it only works for you, Tony."
Thor	"No promises, Miss Potts." Sidelong, Thor motions in Carol's direction with Mjolnir, "Someone should make sure Carol does not drown." Perhaps not noticing Pietro's attentiveness. And as if thought translated directly into motion, the Thunderer starts to head in her direction.     Which brings the armored man near Janet and then past though he turns as he walks to face her while moving. "Ah, Lady Van Dyne!" There's a glassy /clink/ as he sets the bottle down near her and his smile broadens while he continues to walk, backwards now however.     "I am told you are owed apologies. Celebration of your life and continued voyage through it, and here I missed it. So I offer you a choice." He gestures with one hand toward the bottle, "You may have what's in the bottle, or you may have a present I have in mind that might be more intriguing in the future. Yet only one!"     Turning around then he reaches the point of the hot tub where poor Carol so floats. He'll kneel behind her just enough to make sure her elbows have enough purchase and that if a floaty is nearby, well it will serve.     And should consciousness take her again, she might awaken to see Thor upside down above her.
Pepper Potts	Pepper dips under the surface of the water, then rises, face up to the sky so her hair falls behind her, the water dripping behind her. She didn't catch all of Tony's points, but a glance in his direction may hint that she caught some of them. Particularly the exchange of fond looks before she turns completely around to Pietro. "She seems lovely. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know. I may know people," and she lets the thought linger in the air. With everyone checking on Carol, Pepper too turns green eyes in her direction to make sure she's okay before he looks to Thor. She nods her approval at Thor, even if the clowning is amusing. "No. Clouds." She adds, "Please." She dips under the water once more, and upon coming up, she's ready to step out and retake her hat. Gesturing towards the bag for Janet, Pepper pads towards her seat, "All yours. I'm sure you'll find it in your heart, at least after opening." Settling down, she's ready to lay out on a lounge chair near Tony. "Don't let me burn, please."
Thor	Once Carol seems suitably safe, Thor gives a nod as he claps his hands together and dusts them off, as if a job was well and truly done. Rising he chuckles a little as he strolls over to the pool's edge, hands on his hips as he looks across the water, then crinkling his nose toward Pepper.     "Very well, if I must." Though chances are he has not changed the weather one whit! For it is simply that good of a day.     One eye scrunches up as he considers the water, then a glance is given to the side as he looks off in the distance toward the embassy. It's the call of responsibility versus the temptation of Summer. He takes a deep breath, crinkles his nose, then says simply. "Bother."     And, for once, decides on the temptation. For with little ado he starts to take off the breastplate and chain mail chest piece, undoing the clasps and the leather buckles. It takes some doing, but eventually he is free of at least that encumberance, the cape tossed aside as Mjolnir sits by he edge of the pool.     "One doth live but once!" As he /leaps/ high into the air above the water and then tucks in for the fall!