Owner	Pose
Clea	Clea's been really odd about leaving Avenger's Mansion the last few weeks. Maybe she just wasn't feeling like herself or maybe she was just trying to see where life was going. She had decided to venture out this evening to the small coffee shop down the way from the mansion though. In search of what these humans called a 'Malt'. She's not dressed for the cold weather out and she sticks out a lot given she floats at times. She was waiting in line to place her order. The white haired woman was getting a lot of looks. Her face wasn't hard to place. She was an Avenger. She's dressed in well worn jeans, a purple blouse and black boots. No jacket and no winter gear given she doesn't feel the chill. Her white hair is down with a few locks braided back to keep it out of her eyes. Right now she stairs at the menu like it's a sudoku puzzle.
Tom McCarthy	Tom was, still until further review, a member of SHIELD. He'd been on missions with Hawkeye and Black Widow - even spoke to them each briefly. He was proud of that - meeting and being work collegues with some of the mightiest heroes in the world! While he didn't actively stalk the heroes, he did subconciously put himself closer to where they might be. He does idolize them a bit, after all. Tonight he was out getting coffee - it'd been a long day. All the practice, all the learning, all the work with Digitabulum - it all made him hungry and drained. Coffee should help with some energy, food can be sought later. He'd certainly noticed her - Digi rattling off in his head about the magic radiating from the woman. <<She's an Avenger, Digi. Hero of earth.>> He muttered back internally. Should she catch his eye, he offers a nod and a smile.
Clea	Clea gives one more look to the menu and decides she's just going to get hot chocolate. It was easy to order and not going to cause any ages old horrors to reappear on Earth. Though when Tom comes in, there is the presence that comes with him and the woman's aura flares for a moment around her head. Clea was definitely a good person not to make upset, but she gives a smile when she notices that Tom's got another presence within the bracelet. "Good evening." the woman states. Her voice is a bit on the ethereal side, but mainly because that is how she is used to talking. "The line is moving slowly. If you need to go ahead of me you can." she offers to the man.
Tom McCarthy	The flare is noticed and Tom hitches in his step. "Er, everything all right?" He's not sure if it was him, Digi, or something else. When she greets him, he guesses that everything is all good. "Good evening." He responds after a breath. "Oh, no. Not in any rush. Considering your choices? No good coffee in the mansion?" He asks, grinning impishly. Yeah, he recognizes her - but isn't immediately going to out her.
Clea	Clea gives an apologetic look, "It does that sometimes, I apologize. I promise I'm not going to blow up or anything." she tells him with a bit of a please don't worry look. "That's an interesting bracelet you have there." she tells him. But she doesn't say more. Because she didn't want others to bother him. There's a bit of a chuckle from the woman, "I...just wanted to get out for a bit. I tend to keep myself cooped up in the Mansion so little trips out are nice." she admits. "I'm not really well versed in earthly coffee. Do you have a suggestion? I was just going to order hot chocolate." she explains.
Tom McCarthy	There's a nod in response. "It is. He saved my life." Tom rubs at the bracelet absently. "Not blowing up is greatly appreciated." The man goes on to say, chuckling just a bit. "I don't think I'd enjoy that - it's bad enough replacing clothing as it is." "Totally understand that. I feel like I've been cooped up a bit, since I've been off and on work assignments over the last few months." A shrug. As she asks for suggestions, he hrms. "If you like chocolate, perhaps a caffe mocha? It's like a mix of chocolate and expresso."
Clea	"That's very good of him then." Clea states with a dip of her head to his words. She straightens a bit, realizing that she was staring at the bracelet. "It's not really...like a bomb. It's just all the power cooped up." she admits to that. She's pretty honest with her words. "I'll not make you go replacing clothes." she chuckles. She then offers a pale hand, "I'm Clea." she introduces herself. She gives a curious look to him, "SHIELD Agent?" she asks him in a quieter tone. "Ah, that sounds like something to try. I'll get that." she smiles to that.
Tom McCarthy	A smirk at her comment. "It doesn't sound pleasant for the people who get struck by it, who aren't you." He winks. "He's definitely a boon to the world - if not just me. It was wholly unexpected, just... kind of happened while on an assignment." Tom nods at the question of his agency. "Yes, indeed. Tom McCarthy." He extends a hand to her. "The caffe mocha will be good, but it will give you a lot of energy too - if you're trying to relax, it might have the opposite affect."
Clea	Clea gives a bit of a nod to him, "No, I guess that it wouldn't be. It's why I try to keep to myself and things." she admits. "So it was not a planned pairing?" she asks him curiously as she looks back to the bracelet. I'm guessing that it was something that is at least is mutually beneficial at this time?" she asks him. So many questions! "It's nice to meet you, Tom." she tells him. "I'm unsure if it'll effect me like it does humans." she admits. "When you are your own energy source it might cancel it out." she muses to that. "Can I buy your order for you?" she asks him.
Tom McCarthy	He takes a moment. "I don't think isolation is the best method, really. I've been training recently, so I don't get taken by surprise by the him." He nudges the bracelet again. "Before that, I trained a lot with the agency, and before that with the military." Tom grins. "I think it's all about focusing and getting yourself into the mental condition of knowing your limits and not pushing them. Like, when I get overwhelmed by people, I go home and recharge." A chuckle. "So... are you not human?" He wonders, very curious now. "No judgement here." He clarifies, his voice quieter with the question and clarification. "Sure, I'll accept that if you have room at your table for another?"
Clea	Clea listens to him and there is a soft, but knowing smile, "Isolation is not the best for some. I've not really had coporeal people around in my years." she tells him. "So how long have you been working with SHIELD?" she asks him. "If that's alright to ask?" she adds. "I just have the room at the Mansion. Maybe I need to get an apartment or something as well." she ponders that. Then there is a shake of her head, "I'm not. I'm from the Dark Dimension and the Sovereign there." she tells him. "I'm a Faltine. The only one born embodied." she explains as they move to the front of the line for ordering. "I have room." she nods. Then she orders and then steps aside for him to order.
Tom McCarthy	Tom gives an oh. "Like... phantasms? Or ghosts?" He's at a loss - this is well out of his wheelhouse. Well, at least it is now. Who knows in the future? "A bit over a year or so." He explains on his tenure with SHIELD. "I joined up shortly after I left the military." "Dark Dimension... er... forgive me for saying, but that does not sound like lovely place to me." A wry grin. He steps up and places his order, after her. Once they are looking for a table, he pauses. "A Faltine? I think that's something I've never heard of."
Clea	"Corporeal is with form. Incorporeal is without form. Most of the beings like me are born without form." Clea explains a bit. "So I guess they are like ghosts to some, but they can be seen and heard." she states. "Do you like it?" she asks him. "I'd ask what you did in the military, but I don't want to be the question machine tonight." she admits to that. "And no, it is not a nice place to be from." she agrees with him. "I was trying to change things. I will change things eventually." she sounds confident in this. "They aren't from this dimension, so probably why you haven't." she grins to that as she finds a table in a corner. "I hope this works." she offers.
Tom McCarthy	"Interesting. So you... were born with a form? That must have been unusual for your parents." Tom smiles. "I think we're good with trading questions. I like what I do, yes. I enjoyed the military - I was special forces, Pararescue. I used to jump out of airplanes to drop in and save lives as a medic." He waits on her to sit, before sitting across from her. "Did you leave of your choice, then? Hopefully not chased out?" He stirs the drink a bit. "I've certainly seen some weird things since my incident - demons and such."
Clea	Clea nods to him, "I was. The only one in the history of my world." she tells him. When he mentions her parents she gives a bit of a far off look out the window, "I...we do not have the same sort of family units there that you do here. Or they were the worst parents to ever be brought into existence." she tells him quietly. She settles into her seat and places her coffee and pastry in front of her. Everything is calculated in her movements. "No, I was run out. I was trying to fight against my Uncle and his tyranny...but there are more supporters of him than of me." she frowns. "Demons can be awful." she frowns to that.
Tom McCarthy	There's a slight wince. "Sorry if I am bringing up sore subjects. Just curious, Clea." He offers as an apology. "Feel free to tell me to shut up or stop asking questions..." He nods, taking a sip from his drink. "Well, here's to hoping you can repay your uncle in kind." A raise of his glass. "Demons. Yeah, the one I came across almost killed me. Stabbed me through the heart - I knew it immediately."
Clea	Clea gives a soft smile, "It's nothing that bothers me a lot, Tom. I don't have a lot of people to talk to outside of the Avenger's, so I tend to not know when I'm oversharing." she admits. "I'd never tell someone to shut up. It's rude." she chuckles. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to really repay the things that he's done to the places there. But I'll give it my best." she nods to that. There's a bit of a frown, "Through the heart? Did the presence in the bracelet heal you?" she asks him.
Tom McCarthy	"Still, my own moral compass demands that I not be a jackass to people." Tom chuckles. "I've met a few of them, the Avengers. Hawkeye and Black Widow." He explains. "I was the agent on duty for an operation they ran." Another sip of his drink. "I think making changes and fixing things will be a good start. With the Avengers on your side, I wouldn't doubt that you can repay him eventually." He's clearly an optimist! "Yeah, right through the heart. And yes, he healed me and we... kind of bonded."
Clea	"I mean, being a good person is what everyone should aspire to. So thank you for that, Tom." Clea tells him. She sips her drink as he talks and there is a bit of a smile. It was a small slice of normalcy. "Natasha and Clint are good people. I'm glad that you've met them. And you can add me to the Avenger's bingo card if they exist." she chuckles to that. "So you're one of the senior agents?" she asks him. She gives a shake of her head, "I would not ask the Avengers for assistance. It is my own battle." she states in a tone that states she's not joking. Or willing to bend on the subject. There is a wince, "I'm glad you survived. And that you are doing well with the new gifts." she smiles to him after that.
Tom McCarthy	A slight blush. "Not everyone seems to aspire to it, though. But that's where the good guys come in." Tom comments. He works on his own drink as well, sipping every so often. "They are definitely skilled, and were friendly enough when I spoke to them." A chuckle. "I'll add you to my heroes met list." A quick shake of his head. "No, not senior at all. Just... in the right place at the right time, I suppose?" As she states her commitment to seeing her uncle dealt with alone, he hrms. "You know, they may not give you a choice. If everything I've heard about them is true, they work for the team - all for one and all that. Like the old Muskateers." A smile. "And we'll see on the new gifts. So far, it's coming along. It takes a lot out of me, depending on the situation, though."