Owner	Pose
Wanda Maximoff	"We should go out. See what is new. I can't keep hunting the materiel out of Latveria without some break." Ideas from Wanda, spoken somewhere in Brooklyn. Maybe the plan for noodles at that one compelling place that fuses Russian, Uighur and Mongolian traditions with Chinese would've gone off, if some twit didn't try to merge across three lanes of traffic and wipe out most of Ocean Avenue. ---- The Swordfish isn't her usual haunt. Weird one. "No one's going to bother us" is its defining trait, which isn't saying very much either. Pulling her coat around her shoulders, the fur-trimmed hood up, the witch leads the way in. "Maybe we can check in on worthwhile apartments in Hungary and Estonia? They've got to be moving out through more southerly ports. Murmansk doesn't seem right."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson is there wearing an off-duty uniform for a SHIELD Agent, and has a newspaper over in front of her. It's a copy of 'The Onion' showing a large picture of a ranting J Jonah Jameson, along with the headline 'That Mustache, That Menace!?' involving a scientific analysis by members of the Daily Show that JJJ's mustache is an alien symbiote wanting world domination with the logic that no normal human could ever have facial hair like that.     So she's giggling over at it while skimming the article, making a thought about cutting it out to send Peter later. The hooded woman entering gets MJ's attention, and she quips, "Shouldn't you be looking for a real dark and shady corner in a bar somewhere?" The part of her that remembers that rather common back and forth is amused.
James Barnes	Bucky is just fine with being led around, and he doesn't mind the Swordfish. It's as good a place as any when you're just looking to relax a bit and have a drink. He's wearing a pair of faded jeans, work boots, and a jacket over a Henley, with his gloves on because it's a good way to hide the metal. He looks over at Agent Watson and gives her a short smile. "Agent Watson. Meeting an informant?"
Wanda Maximoff	The previous edition also asked if JJJ was three ducks in a trenchcoat, or possibly three geese, a macrocosm of hate for all things living. Understandable if the readers parlayed that into some humorous jokes on social media and a hashtag about Jameson carnage or nonsense of that edition. Wanda pushes back her hood to reveal her face. The coat may be a bit too formidable for the not-quite cold present in the city, together with the fur and the heavy mittens. She pulls off the gloves, left first and right next. They end up balled and dumped in a pocket deeper than the average oceanic trench. Coat of holding it is, with all the snacks a growing speedster and his twin sister need. Not so much. "She probably thinks I am your informant," she quips to Bucky. Her lips gently curve and she catches the other redhead, her own hair tinged shadowy auburn. "That could get very interesting."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would shake her head and laugh, "No. I think here's a little public for that sort of thing." She would cheekily point around at the bar mostly filled with off duty Agents to varying degrees. "Just here to relax some and get some food before I'm going to be on standby for a couple days." Which would mean she would be on call for a scramble for a field mission or just doing training at the Triskelion. She would glance over at Wanda for a moment, not quite recognizing her in the hood. "Well, I suppose tha tyou look very much the type that'd be seeking your own informant here." HSe would qiup over. Glancing at the gloves with a low whistle. The fashionista in her recognizing very high quality. "Wow, those are hand sewn, right?"
James Barnes	Bucky barks a laugh and shakes his head. He heads over to MJ's table and pulls a chair out for Wanda. Once she's seated, he takes a seat next to her, apparently having invited himself and her to join MJ's relaxing pre-standby bar ritual. He looks over at the nearest server and holds up three fingers, though not the way Germans do it, and then crosses his arms over the table.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda looks about to better appreciate her surroundings in the bar. "Not my scene," she tells Bucky but in a way that's easily overheard, inviting conversation to be joined instead of cut off. "My days were snug in a quiet little pub where drinks were too expensive and everyone bemoaned the cost of a flat. But always money for liquor." It describes half of Europe really. Her movements aren't at ease. Here is a realm not her own and the Avenger doesn't quite relax into it. She sits down with Bucky's help, smiling up at him. "Thank you. Manners maketh the man." A fondness for Colin Firth notwithstanding there. "And a basket of fries. With vinegar, possibly?" The order in, she nods to MJ and slithers out of her too-hot, stifling coat. "They're modified. I need more flexibility, most gloves are very restrictive or freezing cold." She flexes and spreads her fingers to demonstrate, or just to regain some feeling in them. At least six rings, most subtle.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would glance over at James and grin, "Don't feel like I've met your friend before. She an agent?" Mary Jane would inquire politely over to Wanda, the woman not ringing any bells. The twenty year old not having any drinks sent her way, despite the very strong wishes that Sonja had to be contrary. "That sounds charming. But it also means that you probably got sick of every single drink and knew how all they tasted after too long and the bartenders didn't go out of their way to save you the good stuff." That a memory from Sonja's angle. Well, not that pubs tended to last that long enough for people to get that tied down to them. "Oh?" Mary Jane would glance over curiously. The most modified gloves she had been seen were ones with suction tips in them for better grip and control.
James Barnes	"She is not," Bucky says, shaking his head. "Mary Jane Watson, this is Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is MJ." Bucky makes the introductions and then leans back. "Back in my day being in a bar meant getting in a fistfight, but that's because Steve was always around back then and he just looked for trouble."
Wanda Maximoff	"Charmed to meet you." The lady of good gloves and bare hands might even think to extend the latter for a moment, then pulls her arm back. Misbehaving! Not for her tonight. She changes her direction to reach for a napkin. "Anyone getting in a fistfight with the scrappiest kids in Brooklyn had it coming. Did anyone actually put their hands up when you went by, or was it him versus a sea of working men from the docks? Must've been a lot of them." Wanda breaks into something of a smile. "Nobody saved me the good stuff. Didn't have to. My brother could've wiped out their taps in an hour. Pietro's like that. Quicksilver," she adds. No doubting who those folks are. "Yes, I need to move my hands comfortably for some of the work I do. The sort that zaps."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would go to 'oh' at Wanda, "Oh, wow, I didn't recognize you. Privilege to meet you." She would offer cheerfully over and then glance at Bucky, "Forgive me for only knowing you by reputation.. But I'm not really sure that's changed at all." She would try and take the opportunity to get a rare tease in against one of SHIELD's most dangerous and skilled operatives. To Wanda she would offer ehr hand over if allowed. "You have the most interesting family tree." It taking her a few moments to review that all in her head. "And that must suck. I hope at least that meant he had to cover the tab."
James Barnes	"Back then Steve was a skinny kid who was ninety pounds soaking wet, so it was a toss-up most of the time. I'll give him this: he never backed down. Not even once. One time I caught him outside a movie theater getting his ass beat and he was holding a trash can lid as a shield." Beat. "Prophetic, I guess."
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda shakes her head and waits for the server to get back with those three drinks, only one of which is hears. "Don't worry about it," she assures MJ in a low voice. "I get it all the time." The lack of recognition or the interest in gloves, that's the mystery, though the money's best put on people looking at her and not connecting lady in red with her civilian alter ego. She nudges Bucky with her elbow, hand coming to rest on his shoulder for a moment. "A garbage can lid. The..." A finger draws a circle, sparking for just a second, a ghost in scarlet evincing the shape. "Like that. He had to get the skill for it somewhere, didn't he? Not a weapon most people think of?" Her amusement threatens to rise. "Ah, I have a prominent family. Please don't call me Your Royal Highness in here though. It's awkward as it is."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would huh over at Bucky, "That's not a story I ever expected to hear. I'll definitely have to get over on the gossip network to pick up." SHe would grin voer at the two. She would glance over at Wanda, "You could just do fingerless ones. That would give you more flexibility with the digits but let you keep your hands warm if that's an issue. And it might let you use some thicker material in the gloves for better reinforcement. You could use something like leather and then put some brass knuckles over in the tip to give you a bit of extra oopmh if you slug someone in the chin."
James Barnes	"Oh, sure," Bucky says to MJ, side-eyeing Wanda with a smirk. "Make her _more_ dangerous, that's what we need. Also, I'm the one that punches people in this duo. You tryin' to make me redundant or something?" He doesn't mean it, though if there's someone that can make a man like Bucky doubt his usefulness, it'd probably be a woman who can alter reality to her whims.
Wanda Maximoff	"We need more stories of when you were young. They're much better stories than mine." Wanda runs her hand above the rim of the glass, and she's lucky not to get a punch in the arm. Nothing glows from the rim or the head doesn't froth over and swamp the city. She thumbs the indentation of the glass where it slopes on an inward curve. "Fingerless ones get problematic when it's cold. The tips are where my fingers lose sensation first, and not being able to shape things or feel them properly is where trouble starts. Clint always has good archer's gloves, I ought to be seeing what he does with his." She has no problem with looking at Bucky in the very picture of innocence. "Didn't robots do that? I thought Stark's designs were going to make us all obsolete and making money by... I don't even know. Some method. Not like in the Matrix though."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would grin over at James, "Well, that just means that you'll have to learn other skills. And it can be fun to punch people in the face. Let her have some of it too. And youc ould get like a rocket fist put over in your arm. No one would expect it. Then suddenly boom, rocket fist from across the room. And then it could fly back over to you again." She would offer cheerfully as a woman that grew up watching too many cartoons. She would nod over at Wanda, "Well, there's always tradeoffs in things. You can figure out what's most effective. And Agent Barton probably has suggestions."