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Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff is currently settled over in the Rec Room of the Triskelion. Natasha has a thick, old book that is laying over on a table. Hardcover, pages looking old and yellowed. The cover page is tattered and written in Cyrillic. For those that could read it it would be 'collected works of Doestovsky' as she would thumb through it page by page.
Bobbi Morse	It is an unfortunate reality that when you inject yourself with experimental biochemicals containing the Super Soldier Serum, the Infinity Serum, and other stuff that SHIELD expects you to get regular check-ups. Especially when one of the side effects is heart issues. Bobbi was a good sport, peeing in the cup and keeping sarcasm to a minimum even if she wanted to tell the doctor if he kept poking her he owed her at least a drink if not dinner. But now Bobbi wants coffee, and into the rec room she comes for said coffee and possibly, if she's lucky, the vending machine will have a honey bun. Mmmm. Honey buns. Natasha is momentarily ignored after given a nod of greeting in favor of checking the vending machine for honey buns. There's a fist pump when Bobbi spots the disgusting 'baked good' in the machine, and fumbles for money. Her target acquired, she goes to make herself a cup of coffee and be a civilized human being. "Hey Nat! A little light reading?" She opens the microwave, possibly to indulge in the decadence of a molten hot honey bun, but wrinkles her nose and closes the door again.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would go to press her book up and over as Bobbi would etner, "Agent Morse." She would offer to the Commander. Natasha was almost always one for the formalities, even when off duty. A habit of operating as long as she had in the shadows. "I take it that you've been doing well. And this is relatively light reading. It's not reading logistics reports and maintenance requests. Those are teh ones that you have around when you need something to help you sleep." No matter what branch of service in any bureaucracy they probbly counted as good aids. "I do hope that any field assignments you've had have gone off well."
Koga Miura	Super power check ups. Gotta love them. Another recent one is Koga Miura. Who enters wearing a SHIELD issue track suit as he glares at his watch. "So glad I cleared my appointments for the weekend. I swear if someone asks me to transform and tries to stick a needle fit for a rhino in me one more time..." Annoyed SHIELD agent, anyone? Must be medical check up day. The lab rats do love to poke and prod, right? Blinking as he notices some others around after his slightly over the top dramatic grumbling while he heads for a vending machine for food and/or drink has him giving a small wave. "Widow, Agent Morse. Sorry. Uh... medical check ups?"
Bobbi Morse	"Oh, you know... Little light espionage here, little breaking skulls there." Bobbi waves the hand holding the honeybun airily in the air as she answers Natalie, taking the sweet treat and her coffee over to where the Black Widow is holding court. She then wrinkles her nose at the mention of reports. "I've a few biochem journals I keep by my bed for the same thing." Koga's arrival is met with a grin at his question, and she nods, "Yep. Pee in the cup, turn my head and cough, all the usual stuff. Same for you?"
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would click her tongue over, "Nothing exciting then?" As much as thier life had any particular semblance of normalcy. "Agent Miura. Have you had a chance to speak with the Commander yet regarding training?" By 'Commander' she meant the Cavalry, aka Agent May. "Remember if the technician suddenly starts looking very enthusiastic over it, it means to ask very, very loudly what's going on."
Koga Miura	"I did. They still tried. I'm starting to think they just want to know what pierces my other form. Needle broke. Again." Koga gives a small huff before finding a bag of onion rings. He gets his food before sitting down and shaking his head. "To think I cleared a weekend for this... SHIELD and Jingiin insisted on it."
Bobbi Morse	"Nothing particularly exciting. Almost routine." Granted, given what a daredevil and action junkie Mockingbird is, that isn't saying much. She takes a big ol' bite of the honeybun, giving Koga a sympathetic look when he talks about broken needles. "Glad I'm not *that* needle resistant." She tells him ruefully, before adding, "I feel your pain. They postponed an undercover mission for me because of this stupidity." Bobbi takes a drink of her black coffee, makes a face at the bitterness, and dunks the honeybun into the cup to add some sweetness from the coagulated syrup it was wrapped up with.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would chuckle at Koga, "Well, if they're really curious they'll send you to Simmons and she'll enjoy working everything out if she has the time for another project. She's even more occupied than Fitz is." Then she would go to take a moment as her comm would chirp. "Excuse me for a moment." She would get up.. Another agent would come towards her, bearing with them a small pin of a hammer and sickle. She would frown.. "Send them in and tell them to be quick about it." Something she recognized, but the sour expression on her face was obvious to read for how thrilled she was
Koga Miura	Koga sighs, looking at Bobbi, "Well, if you need some help on it, give a yell? I still have the whole racer undercover thing you guys rarely seem to use." Then he sees Natasha get a call and that has him raising an eyebrow at Bobbi before he looks over. Especially at Natasha's expression. "Everything fine?" He asks towards the Widow. "Need us to look intimidating or go toss someone off a building?"
Opal Moirai	After Natasha's word, a uniformed SHIELD agent enters the lounge with a woman, keeping a watchful eye on a visitor. The woman is tall and on the slender side, looking like she just fell out of a country music video. Close-fitting jeans are tucked into fancy western boots below; a snug-fitting leather vest is worn over a plaid shirt above. The straw cowboy hat looks well-worn and mirrored aviator shades cover her eyes. The blonde steps into the room, head turning slightly as she takes note of those here. Fixing her gaze on Natasha last, she smiles broadly and speaks in fluent Russian. <It is pleasant to see you once more, Comrade Romanoff.>
Bobbi Morse	"Will do, Miura." Bobbi replies to his offer to help her with the undercover assignment, "Although like I told the good doctors, it isn't likely to be that strenuous an assignment; it's probably going to be routine identity management." Blonde hair is tucked behind one ear as she shrugs eloquently. The arrival of the visitor into the rec room is met with curiosity as she continues to demolish her honey-bun and coffee. When she greets Natasha in Russian she gets a lifted eyebrow even as the honey-bun is finished and Bobbi shamelessly licks the sticky sweet syrupy goo off her fingers.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would go to fold her hands together at Koga, "I doubt she'd notice the first and the second tends to not last." She would purse her lips in an irritated fashion as Opal would etner, and Natasha would go to rest one hand on her side. "So what are you doing here? Since you can't seem to figure out if you want to stay invisible or pop in every few years or so. And /Comrade/ implies we were on the same side." She would continue to speak in English. "Opal Moirai if you've read her file."
Koga Miura	Koga stares a bit, then looks to Bobbi. Then to Natasha and Opal. "Old acquaintances, I take it?" He leans over a bit towards Bobbi to say a lot more quietly, "This happen a lot? Because I feel so out of place." "At least it's not ogres and goblins this time." He notes.
Opal Moirai	Opal Moirai tips her hat politely to Natasha, the smile softening only a little. Opal switches to English as well. "The same side? Our circles of influence crossed for a time. You have clearly moved on, as have I." she replies. Opal removes the glasses, then, showing one blue eye with a pearlescent gemstone of her namesake in place of the left. She tucks the glasses into her vest. "Are ogres and goblins a common problem?" she asks, looking amused. Then Opal lifts a blonde brow and offers. "We should have lunch, Natasha. It has been too long since Budapest and we have things to discuss." Stepping slowly closer, she asks. "Is the coffee good, or is it government coffee?"
Bobbi Morse	"Usually the evil ageless Nazi has a goatee that they twirl and a maniacal laugh." Bobbi mutters to Koga, "But stuff like this happens often enough to make life interesting. You either get use to it or go crazy... 50/50 shot either way." Pause, while she licks the side of her hand to get a bit of the gooey syrup. "I read her dossier over lunch. Her file places her pre-world wars, so I guess you could call her an old acquaintance." She then takes a drink of coffee, utterly shameless at discussing someone's dossier with them right there and having no idea who she is. To Opal: "The coffee is crap, but it's strong." And she takes a deep drink of the coffee she just disparaged, finishing it off and making a face, before adding, "Can't say I've encountered ogres and goblins recently, but they're apparently out there. Waiting."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would nod at Bobbi, "Essentially." Opal's not someone she's particularly fond of, but has come to tolerate as a necessary evil and perhpas even occasionally useful; by the reading o fher face at least. "The goblins at least probably smelled better than the coffee does." "So what are you here for and what do you want? You're never the type to drop by and reminisce. You need a favor or you want something done ine xchange for something."
Angelo Tampambulos	Walking into the Rec Room, Angelo is in casual clothing. For him that is a buttondown dress shirt without a tie, and blue jeans. He has a small backpack slung over one shoulder as he walks, and as he overhears Bobbi's words, he smirks.     "I thought the goatee was for the Star Trek Mirror Universe folks." he says in a rich tenor as he smirks and sets down his backpack. "Sorry. Couldn't help making the bad joke there."
Koga Miura	Koga blinks a few time. He stares at the insanity, then shrugs. "Well, we could do worse, I suppose." He sighs and takes a sip of his drink as he watches what is going on.
Opal Moirai	Opal Moirai helps herself to the coffee anyway, pouring a tall cup and taking it black. She tips the cowboy hat back a little further before raising it to her lips. No, she doesn't make a face. After a shrug, she offers. "I've had worse." Another, slower, sip follows before she answers Natasha. "What I -want- is lunch. I came -here- to deliver the invitation personally. Because I wanted to be sure I had your attention." Pause. "I know you are a busy woman. I come neither seeking nor expecting to grant any favors, but who knows what lunch will bring, da?"
Bobbi Morse	The new arrival is given a grin and a wink at his comment regarding the mirror 'verse from Bobbi, who then turns her attention back to Natasha and Opal, raising one eyebrow at the hostility in the Widow's voice although she doesn't comment on it. "Evil Nazi villains also rock a goatee, according to a report I read once." She tells him, "Unless they're in disguise. 'Ware the coffee, by the way. It's strong." Mockingbird then sits back in her seat to watch Natasha and Opal with a hint of amusement making her lips curve. "You know, if you're wanting some combat training I'll be in town for a while and would love a chance to spar." She tells Koga, "I dunno what your proficiency is, but I'm always willing to help a fellow agent out."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would shrug her shoulders over and give a nod at Bobbi, "She would be quite excellent on that as well." Few could match Mockingbird at all. "Then what do you want from it? You always have a reason for something. You're not going to ask me to something after.. Years, decades, whatever it is out of a whim." Yes, Natasha could remember the exact date, time, and circumstances of their last one. "So just let me knwo what you want now and save us some time."
Angelo Tampambulos	Close combat really is something of a specialty to Angelo. He has had centuries to improve his abilities and reflexes. Honed on some of the worst battlefields of history. But today he is just being entertained by his fellow agents.     "Close combat training?" he asks, brows lifting. "Boy, that sounds like a lot of fun." he adds as he approaches. To the two whom he does not know, he says simply, "Forgive me for butting in." and his voice has just the hint of an English accent, like he is a week or two from losing it altogether. "I am Agent Tampambulos. Angelo to my friends." he adds as he offers a hand to Opal, and then to Koga. "I realize my last name is a mouthful. Hence.. Angelo."
Koga Miura	The introduction has Koga looking carefully at Angelo, then he shrugs, "Agent or Consultant Koga Miura." He looks over at Natasha and Opal, "So, what's the deal with you two knowing each other? This isn't going to be some weirdness involving lots of crazy world war era stuff?"
Opal Moirai	Opal Moirai lifts a hand to Nat, shaking her head slowly. "Not here." she declares, the smile fading as she takes another sip of coffee. "You choose a place. We will eat and we will talk." Angelo's offered hand is accepted and shaken in turn. "You are Greek, yes? I'm Opal. Not an agent, but apparently there is a file on me. Do not believe everything you read." She looks around at the others, then. "Nothing too weird, Koga Miura. We just happened to be in Budapest at the same time." Many decades ago. "But please, I would very much like to meet the rest of your friends as well."
Bobbi Morse	Angelo's comment on close combat training is given a bland enough sort of smile, although her blue eyes do dance with amusement somewhat. She knows just how much experience he has in combat training, after all. And for one of the heroes of the Trojan War undoubtedly it *is* his idea of fun. "Angelo is a decent enough close combat specialist." Understatement and a half, "If you prefer not getting beaten up by a girl." Oh, hey. They're doing introductions. Rather than be rude, Bobbi lifts her empty coffee cup in salute. "I'm Dr. Bobbi Morse." It's a PhD but dammit it's still a doctorate. "And I tend to believe half of what dossiers say, at best. But I do trust my fellow agents' judgement, especially the ones with Romanoff's experience." She eyes Nat consideringly, as if gauging her impartiality regarding Opal. "She's seasoned enough not to let personal opinions influence her judgement." Perhaps a thinly veiled suggestion that Natasha button down on her hostility?
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would give a nod to Koga, "Yes, it does. she operated in the first world war with the.. Kaiser, I believe. Then over the second she operated to some degree with the French Resistance, or at least that's what the records say. And we were hardly friends over in Budapest nor operating under the same sorts of objectives." She's not going to attack Opal. The other woman is good enough she might not pull it off.
Koga Miura	"One of my combat instructors was a woman in the JSDF and Jingiin." Koga notes with a shrug. "I do need more combat training, especially with the Latveria thing." He then looks to Natasha, then at Angelo, then back to Natasha. "We should get him out to that area." He sighs and looks considerate. "Fine. So... what do you want... Opal, is it?"
Opal Moirai	Opal Moirai nods to Natasha once more. "I remained mostly non-combatant wherever I served, and whatever uniform I wore. Even in Budapest." she replies. Speaking more generally to the others as well, she adds "Although it may not state clearly in my dossier, I have long been an observer of events. Along with my sisters. On occasion, my perspective can be advantageous."
Angelo Tampambulos	Both world wars. Angelo was involved with those too, but he keeps his trap shut about that for now. He is happy to fly under the radar where that is concerned, and he shrugs at the comments of his prowess.     Taking a step back after the introductions are made, he merely slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans while lifting his brows at various comments made. "From what I understand." he says finally, "Battles are won by soldiers. Wars are won by intelligence."
Bobbi Morse	"Never hurts to spar with as many people as possible." Bobbi offers to Koga, "Everyone has different tricks and techniques they can provide for you. Barton is a much better marksman than I'll ever be, but my staff work is second to none." At Opal's comment, she shrugs. "I've been in the game long enough to appreciate intelligence no matter the source." The SHIELD agents in the room might know she is considered one of the better infiltrators and undercover agents... Possibly even know she's host to an experimental serum developed with HYDRA and AIM research. Clearly she isn't one to get moralistic.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would tap her arm, "Then back to the original subject.. What do you want to see me for 'lunch' for? It's been a few decades." Her tone is flat now but quite happy to let the subject swivel over to talk of things about sparring and combat.
Koga Miura	Koga shakes his head, "Spare the word play? Right to the point, please?" Koga looks slightly annoyed. Then he looks over to Bobbi, "Are you free tomorrow sometime for training? Or... next weekend, I think?"
Opal Moirai	Opal Moirai looks at Nat first, then to the others before her attention returns to the Russian. She reaches into her vest pocket and pulls out a card. It reads 'The Corral'... obviously some sort of country and western bar, and she hands it to Natasha. "You choose the place. Leave a message for me here. That is all I have to say right now." Opal smiles a little, then puts the aviators back on. "Thank you for the coffee."
Bobbi Morse	"I should be, provided medical signs off on my lab work." Bobbi tells Koga with a nod and a grin, "Which they will. I'm not a medical doctor, but I did see the initial report and from the point of view of a biochemist everything is stable." She shrugs one shoulder. "But you know how they get." Re: his rant when he first walked in. She gets to her feet and makes her way over to the coffee pot for another cup, looking at the gathered agents (and visitor) as she lifts the pot in silent query if anyone wants a top off.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would just look over at Bobbi and let out a sigh. Then looking at Opal, "I'll be in touch." A low grouse over it as she would take the card over. Of course, Natasha attempting to palm a small micro-transmitter onto the other woman at the same time to try and put a tracker on her. "Will that be all?"
Angelo Tampambulos	When it comes to education, Angelo might just have a PhD in kicking your.. okay, skip that. He just smirks a bit as the conversation continues. "If anyone -does- desire some variety in their close combat training, I am available most days." A pause, "And if you like... it's nearly time for my annual back yard barbecue party." He grins, "I don't require anyone to bring anything but their apatite. I will provide food and beverages."
Koga Miura	Kogashrugs, then gives a nod as he seems to consider. "Alright. See you around." He sighs, "I need to get back to my crew, I guess, after I do this stuff. Still got a few more." He shrugs, getting up to move off after tossing his trash in the bin. The racer shakes his head, "Check up days. Ugh."
Opal Moirai	Did the transmitter stick or not? It's hard to say for sure, at least at the moment. With a tip of her hat, Opal smiles once more. "Thank you, and I look forward to hearing back from you soon." Opal turns, then steps up to the agent who escorted her into the lounge. She slips an arm through his and gives a wave before departing. <The transmitter IS working, and shows that Opal returns directly to The Corral. It's a place near enough to New York to be reached by cab.>
Bobbi Morse	At the mention of either an available sparring partner or a barbeque (or possibly both) Bobbi perks up even as she pours herself a cup of coffee. "That sounds great, Angelo." She enthuses, "I haven't had good barbecue in ages. But I make a mean potato salad and I'd love to bring some." Pause, "Also wouldn't mind some close quarter weapon work. Especially against someone I don't have to worry about hurting." Because he's so good, right? Right. Nothing to do with the fact he's immortal. Koga gets a tight grin at his complaints, and she gives him a commiserating look. "I feel you, man. I'm done with most of mine, but they want me to stay close in case there's any abnormalities." Despite the appearance that she's not paying attention to Opal and Natasha anymore, blue eyes flicker in the direction of Opal as she makes her departure. Her and her escort are given a jaunt, slightly sarcastic salute of goodbye as the Mockingbird takes a sip of her coffee.
Angelo Tampambulos	"Well, consider me available for sparring any time you like Doctor." Angelo says towards Bobbi with a bow of his head. "And I look forward to sampling your potato salad."     That said, he inclines his head and adds, "Do you want to expand your portfolio to include blades? Or do you still prefer your batons? Nothing wrong with either. Just trying to plan ahead."