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Morrigan MacIntyre	Homecoming week has been fun so far. Spirit days and all of that. But for the first time the football team has another team that has agreed to come over and play against the High School. It was exciting for most everyone given there were not a lot of schools willing to actually let their team square off against Happy Harbor. For obvious reasons. You didn't know if the students were going to be facing off against super strength based teens, but hopefully no one was going to be using their powers to be courteous to others for the time being. The marching band had been playing and the students that were apart of it were happy to actually have an event to play at that wasn't an assembly! The homecoming game was also a chance for Alumni and prospects to Happy Harbor to see what the school and those that attended could be like. It was a good chance to mingle. Also there is free delicious food and a football game to watch. So what could be better than enjoying a late Summer night with cool temps and free food?
Mark Grayson	Having arrived in a shared Uber with Bunny, Mark is the first one out with a bag as he comes around to open the door for Bunny and help her with a hand out. After which, he gives her the bag. "I was told that I should get you one." he explains. Inside if a football corsage, with a large mum, ribbons in school colors and a small teddy bear set in the middle of the mum. Along with the ribbons are whistles, little pom-poms and other things listed as Homecoming 2023. He's currently dressed in a colored shirt with a sweater over it, jeans and a pair of sneaks. Pretty casual wear for a football game where it may get cooler. And he never went varsity, so no jacket for Bunny to steal!
Clint Barton	Ahhh, High School Football. Did Clint Barton (aka Hawkeye) ever play? Probably not, spending most of his teenage years running from authority and joining the circus with his equally mischievous brother. Did he ever really graduate from high school? Well it probably didn't matter now with his position in SHIELD and of course the Avengers.     This wasn't a planned visit. Or maybe it was. Either way, the bowman was here, not making it obvious. Wearing a simple pair of jeans and a flannel button up, he got himself a bag of popcorn from a stand near the bleachers. He appeared alone at the moment, navigating his way, sun glasses on, towards the stairs to the bleachers so he may find himself a seat to watch the game. Perhaps he was just wanting to witness a good ballgame up close and personal.
Michael Hannigan	Not dressed in school colors or touting anything to advertise his connection to Happy Harbor, Mike is pretty dressed down. The things that typically would identify him as his celebrity persona have been managed, with the long hair secured into a ponytail and mostly obscured by the jacket. For the time being, a pair of sunglasses and a ballcap are worn, helps with the bright of the stadium lights. Mike is neither Alumni, prospect, or staff. However, with his time spent as the Liaison between the school and Shaw Studios, he's probably got more connections to this school than the one he briefly attended while of school age. The musician has found himself gravitating a bit closer to the marching band, his interest more in what they're producing that what's going on field wise. His spot is purposeful. Ideal for both watching the game should it prove to be interesting and just the right distance to hear the music but not be knocked over by the wall of sound.
Bunny Macleod	Bunny steps out, wearing a pink casual dress, and in lieu of her skates she has her pink Chucks on and her pink hair pulled back in a bun, the short teenager is helped out of the Uber by her date, the Alum, and accepts the bag.     Of course, nothing she's wearing coordinates with the color of the corsage, but she lights up with delight, literally bunny-hopping in place a moment as she hurriedly pulls the corsage on, and adjusts her denim jacket -- of course, with rainbow color cute patches on the arms.     "Mark, it's adorable!" she gives a bright smile up to Mark. "I hope these dry well!"
Caleb Dykstra	Well, a lot has happened recently, but Caleb couldn't pass up the opportunity to be here and cheer for the school team on one of the first school year's events. Dressed in a custom-made, one of a kind Star Wars t-shirt (stamped all by himself), is a picture of Darth Vader force-manipulating Jar Jar Binks down a toilet, all the while breaking the 4th wall and saying 'you're welcome' with a thumbs up. Not a Jar Jar fan? Join the club! And you can see the same t-shirt on his kid sister, entering scene alongside him, always cheerful. They look about for familiar faces, in the meantime, hoping to mingle.
Clint Barton	Clint finds himself a seat to plop down in high up in the bleachers. Away from the screaming over bearing parents of the athletes and the over zealous fan persons. He looks down among the lighted AstroTurf, his native(tm) boomer shades reflecting the glow of the powerful stadium lights upon the field. A hand shovels a fist full of over priced, greasy, buttery, salty pop-corn into his mouth with his crunches down on with glee, awaiting kickoff and any other interesting affairs.     He was Hawkeye after all. He could see more than just what was in front of him. Most of the time anyways.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Mister Mallory is being football coach tonight instead of assistant Director. The tall blond man has been taking the teens through practices the last few weeks and they've turned out great. The uniforms look sharp and there is a student (or parent) dressed as Hank the Harbor Seal that is running around trying to get the crowds to cheer. It goes pretty well. So far the game hasn't turned up any injuries and for the time being there is a light and festive feeling in the air as the announcers up in the small booth call out plays and names to go along with them.
Michael Hannigan	Mike is alas, popcornless, drinkless, and snackless overall. But as he sits down, he glances around during the less active times, lifting up a hand to give brief waves of greeting to those who would recognize him as he is now. Caleb. He waved at Caleb.
Mark Grayson	Mark grins at Bunny's excitement, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Good, it didn't swallow you." He was worried he'd gotten one too big! Looping his arm with Bunny, he leads the way into the stadium. "If you decide to finish school here, we can do this more often." he encourages. "Almost as much fun as the other things we get up to." (Like fighting crime together). The first stop, of course, is the food booth, where Mark fishes out his wallet. "I want one of those pickles soaked in Kool-Aid, a couple of hot dogs, and an order of nachos. Jalopenoes on the side, if you will." He turns to Bunny to wait for her order so they can get their food and find a place to sit.
Bunny Macleod	"I'll take a pair of corn dogs and the *biggest* popcorn you've got." Bunny states happily, her arm entwined with Marks as she gives a bright smile, looking around to all the people. It's easy to get lost in a crowd like this!
Caleb Dykstra	Of the Dykstra siblings, Sheila is actually the one that spots Mike the fastest, so she calls out for Caleb's attention. Once Caleb directs his gaze, he smiles and approaches. "Mike, how's it going?" Now, he may've heard through the grapevine that the Dykstras are changing address again, and just when things were going the smoothest for them.
Clint Barton	There come a time in every mans life where the stadium seats, especially the long bench ones that come normally with High School Sporting Events, start to hurt an old man's ass. That old man being Clint Barton. Well into his Forties and nearing fifty, those gluts and lower back were not at all what they used to be.     His goal now, strategically finding his cowboy booted feet a place to rest on the bench bellow him. Crowded with the butts of robust American's, it was a far more complex task than initially thought.     He concentrated hard, sweat forming on his brow as the tip of his toes hovered above a resting place as butts moves and shifted about, looking for a perfect opening.     THERE.     He slammed his foot down on open aluminum, a shallow and hollow clank sounding and a look of smug satisfaction spreading across his lips as he leaned back slightly, temporary relief from the affects of aging. Such glory. He sighed and shoveled some more popcorn into his mouth.     There was a whistle and a fowl. "Oh come on..." His hand shot out like a true townie, "You're kidding me!"
Michael Hannigan	Mike watches as the siblings approach. Caleb's question gets a bit of a smile, "Oh, just enjoying some downtime before I have to get back to working." He answers. Once the pair get close enough, he provides a bit more detail but at a lower voice. "Looks like they're going to be doing another Match Game shoot as part of the promotion process."
Mark Grayson	With their orders place, Mark adds in a couple of large sodas, they split the payment as he and Bunny head up into the stands. "Stick with me and we won't get seperated, I hope!" Not that he would have a hard time finding her. "Who knows, maybe we can get some more autographs for your book." Not that he sees anyone in costume here. After a roar from the crowd at the ref's whistle and penalty, Mark peers at the field. "Boo! Ref's blind!" Not that he actually saw the play in question, he was looking for a place to sit. Which is found a few seats away from Clint. Better to give distance to your elders.
Bruce Banner	Walking past the bleachers, Bruce has his nose buried in in his phone analyzing date that rolls past his eyes. He pauses in his stride and scowls at it, just as someone on the bleachers spills a beer that hits the ground just ahead of him. Good thing the phone data didn't add up. He starts walking and taking to the phone. Apparently, he met with someone at the school recently because otherwise why would the big brain be at a football game? Scowling at the screen, he swipes left twice on the screen and continues to walk, now clearing the end of the bleachers and walking in the direction of the field, holding the phone up like he's looking for signal.
Bunny Macleod	"Ref's blind? My whole world right now is elbows and backs!" Bunny protests, finding a place on the bleachers only to be startled by cowboy boots slamming down on the steel, and then she gives a bright smile.     "Hey, I think that's Clint. I know him ... from work." she states to Mark, nd then her nose wrinkles "The serious work. And hey! There's Banner--" she jumps up, and gives a wave of her corsage-covered hand -- and it IS huge, especially on Bunny.     "DOCTOR BRUCE!" she calls out in a friendly air!
Morrigan MacIntyre	The refs might be blind! Especially if one of them was Doctor MacIntyre, but the redhead is not on the field or sidelines. She's not in the stands either. Can't really watch football if you can't see! For the most part the first half of the game is really close and the signal for halftime is called as the teams adjorn to each others locker rooms to have a quick meeting and then get a few minutes of rest before heading back out for the game. That gives people time to mingle and get snacks or well, just not get into too much trouble!
Clint Barton	The headmaster might be blind, but Clint was the opposite, practically deaf with the gift of amazing sight. Especially with those he knew making it rather obvious. Enter Bruce Banner.     It was fitting really. A high school event. A nerd like Bruce, a class clown like Clint. It was destiny really, even if 20-30 years over due.     Clint grinned and picked a popped kernel from his bucket of greasy buttery and overly salty high school football game popcorn. With his inconceivable aim he flicked the kernel towards Bruce's head in the hopes it would bop off the scientist's head.     However his gaze was distracted by Bunny, a slightly familiar face, not waiting for Bruces reaction to his egregious assault.
Mark Grayson	Mark swivels his head over to Clint when Bunny points him out. There's a lift of his hand in greeting, but he fights down his fanboyish urges to go introduce himself. Instead, he holds up on of the hot dogs. "Got an extra, if you're interested?" he offers the weiner to the archer. Full of fat and made of ... well, it's advertised as all-beef? As he's doing that, a couple of guys come up to the couple. "Grayson, that you!" "Oh, hey guy, it's been a while!" he greets. "Who's this?" they ask, a glance to Bunny. Mark grins, "This is Bunny, she's my girlfriend." he explains, quite pleased with that fact. "What, not Eve? Is she even here tonight?" Mark rolls his eyes, a displeased frown touching his features. "She's probably busy, or even with her own boyfriend." he comments. "Thought because she wasn't with you, I'd have a shot. You got her number?" "I do, and you can't have it." comes Mark's muttered response. "Well, when you see her next, left her know I said hey, sup." the guy comments before starting to turn away. Mark frowns. "...I don't even remember his name."
Caleb Dykstra	Regarding the football game itself, Caleb is really in a blase state. He barely looks at the game unfolding, in fact. All he throws is a small, almost inaudible, unemotional 'Boo'. Sheila has much more cheer by comparison, as she yells out the foul, and an ex... ple... Nope, no expletives, because Caleb's glare is falling on the back of her head. For a comparison, you know the Ju-On movies, and the constant gaze Kayako Saeki, the woman ghost, throws at the victims (and the viewer) that sends chills down their spine? It's not unlike - in fact, pretty damn close. Okay, maybe that poor onryo would pack up and leave. Screw exorcists, just get Caleb in a staring contest. "Watch it, young lady", he says. And to that, she gulps, and he complaint comes out much nicer than it would've been otherwise. Back to Mike. "Oh, really? I'm not sure, but can I attend that contest?" He looks about, joining Mike's side, trying to look for other people he might know.
Bruce Banner	There are so many things that could go wrong. Banner starts walking infront of the stands in search of the exit. It takes him a moment to realize someone was talking his direction. He pauses from the phone and glances towards the stands. Still walking he tries to find the source of the Dr. Bruce shout. One the field a pass play unfolds and the corner is just up to the challenge and he strikes the pass away from the receiver. The ball sails out of bounds and misses Bruce's head by inches. When the popcorn hits him he stops walking,"What the heck." A good thing as the two atheletes come crashing to the ground right infront of his feet. They don't touch him, but he ceratainly feels the breeze as the two players sail past him.
Clint Barton	As Mark offers the extra Hot Dog, there's a bit of an eyebrow twitch, as if the Archer is trying to resist the whiles of one of the most sacred and AMERICAN foods of all time... The steamed wiener.     There is no resisting for the aged Avenger. "Ah hell..." He says, reaching over with a lazy arm to grab it from Mark and take a bit of it and chew without any shame. He looks to the boys approaching Mark and asking their question. There's a look to Bunny as Mark speaks about another girl. Eve, or who-ever. Instead his attention is on the young avenger. "You're one of Kate's friends yeah?" He asks, reaching into a pocket and handing her a slip of paper as if he was confident the answer would be a resounding 'yes'. "Give that to her yeah? My new address and phone number. Had to switch carriers and I moved. In-case she needs me."     He looks back to Bruce and frowns, then reaches for another piece of popcorn and prepares another shot, amused grin returning to his lips.
Michael Hannigan	Mike turns to watch the youngest Dykstra get a bit too into the game only to be caught by the elder sibling. Witnessing the exchange between the two, the musician can't help but to chuckle. And then Caleb asks about the show. "The match game? I don't see why not. They film in front of an audience so there'd be plenty of seats. And they tend to pick the contestants from the audience." The blur of movement nearby causes for Mike to look over to the sidelines. Seeing the pending collision, and recognizing the man, the musician gets up, moving over to the railing to wave to the barely missed scientist. "Hey Doctor Banner," He calls out from his nearer positioning, "You might want to get back into the stands."
Bunny Macleod	Bunny gives a small smile, offering her smile to the guy looking for Eve, and she feels her cheeks and ears redden a little as she gives a breath out.     And then, back to Clint, and she gives a smile. "Yessir. I'm Bunny, with her group." she replies, and she accepts the phone number.     She looks the piece of paper, and then she folds it, and tucks it into the breast pocket of her denim jacket and buttons it securely closed. "I'll pass it on." she states with a solemn air.
Mark Grayson	"Sorry about that." Mark offers to Bunny, before turning his attention to the hot dog he kept. Taking a bite our of it, he makes a frustrated noise. "Bucha a-holes." he manages before he realizes Bunny is given a mission! He manages up an excited smile for her, but he's still staring daggers at his former classmates.
Caleb Dykstra	"Ah, okay." He sorta grimaces in advance, "Is it gonna take place in Gotham again?" He turns his attention to the incoming human 'missiles' that just narrowly miss Bruce. "Holy sh..." Nuh-uh. Practice what you preach, Caleb! "...shiatsu!!" Kid-friendly achievement for the win! "Get off the field, Doc!", he says in a tone or worry - for the obvious reasons.
Clint Barton	Clint is about to launch that next popcorn but decides against it seeing the parrels that Bruce has gotten himself into. Satisfied with torturing the science nerd enough, he looks over to Mark, his new target or parental embarrassment. "So you're dating Bunny here huh? Why are boys asking you about the hot goth girl everyone is after?"     He must be referring to Eve. Despite the fact she might not be goth, clearly she's desirable, and if social media was any indicator she was probably goth. Right? Because that's how black and white the world clearly was.
Bruce Banner	Looking around again, no popcorn culprit obvious so Bruce looks back to start walking. Where the heck did those two come from? He steps around the pair and hears his name again. He focuses a moment,"Hello Michael." he replies and looks at his feet again. Caleb calling out to him gets a glance as well and he finally takes a hint to get inside the bleacher rail. He notes Bunny, but she is on to other things so he leaves her alone. A nod to Mike and Caleb in turn,"That could have been a disaster." Master of the obvious. Looking around he tries to find the gate to lead out of the stadium before he gets out there walking again. Of course standing there means he's in people's way and so several men yell at him to sit down and a few more popcorn assualts occur,"Watch it." he snaps at them and finally takes a seat for the moment.
Mark Grayson	Mark feels his cheeks darken and he snorts a little laugh. "We went out a couple of times, but for the most part, it's because we came from the same city. Eve isn't really goth though. More like... a super-activist and wanting to save the Earth." he shrugs his shoulders. "She seems happy now, and I know I'm happy, so I'm good with that. Bunny said she knew you from work? She doesn't talk about her serious job much." He doesn't seem to be throwing around codenames and such. Definetly knows better.
Clint Barton	"Ah, so the hot goth activist girl who wants to save the planet. Like every nerds dream. I remember those days." Did Clint just call Mark a nerd? It's possible. "Listen Mark. Those girls. They're a dime a dozen. Bunny there. She's a real keeper you know. The kind you can settle down with and fight along side." He pauses, blinking, "Assuming that's what you kids want these days. Ah hell it's so hard to keep up with the times." He munches on the rest of that wiener and stuffs some more popcorn into his maw.     While chewing he nods, "Bunny does some work with an organization I'm affiliated with. We've done some work together as a result, if you catch my meaning." Clint could code speak to as it were despite being a clueless Generation X/Y-er. "You treat her right you hear? I got more important things to do than hunt down teenage kids breaking young girls hearts."     The Irony of Bruce being pelted with more Popcorn for not sitting down so others can see is not lost of Clint. He laughs and finally calls out for his fellow Avenger. "Banner! Oy, Banner." He waives like a complete idiot. "You want some Popcorn? Haha."
Michael Hannigan	Mike glances to the area around Bruce as he makes his way back to safety. But as he watches, he does make note of Caleb's question. "It will be but it's filmed in advance. You'd be well out of there before anyone knew." Mike steps back to allow Bruce a bit more space to get inside the rail. Bruce's comments gets a bit of a smile. "Yes it could have." As the scientist finds his seat, Mike glances over to the popcorn throwers and shakes his head. He glances over to Caleb for a moment before nodding towards the doctor. Intent made known, he moves over to sit next to Bruce. "So, what were you doing on the field?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	"Sorry, sorry!" one of the sideline coaches shouts towards where Doctor Banner almost got creamed after it was pointed out. It's kind of hard to miss him and who he is. The rest of the plays go through without incident...or we hope so. In the end, St. John's High School takes the win over Happy Harbor High School, but that doesn't leave any of the teens in bad spirits. They are happy to get a chance to make friends and to actually have a team to play against. The concessions are closing, but doing 'last calls' for those who want to take something home or out to celebrate the win with the teams or the loss. Because there's nothing wrong with losing sometimes.
Caleb Dykstra	Caleb actually keeps his fingers crossed at the perspective everything will be alright. "Dude, with the stuff that's been happening, the last thing I need while wrapping up stuff there is a bad ending." He looks at Bruce, "Doctor, you are the textbook example that texting while walking or driving are not compatible." Sheila has not much to say, as she herself was once pulled by the guardian angel on her shoulder - three guesses who - when she was doing the same thing; her phone was scrapped, and the car didn't even stop. Ahh, Gotham!
Bruce Banner	His attention moves to Caleb and Bruce replies,"I wasn't texting." He turns his attention when Mike takes a seat next to him,"I was considering taking up football. What do you think? Maybe a penalty flag?" Sense of humor, lacking. His eyes move to the sound of Barton's voice and he shakes his head,"Why do I think the first popcorn came from you?" he calls to the other Avenger. His phone buzzes again and he starts reading. Swiping again he scowls and stands up. A nod to Mike and then he is heading towards what he hopes is the exit to the place.
Michael Hannigan	"Either way. The good thing is no one got hurt." Mike points out, "So, might as well kick back and enjoy what's left of the game." With people safely in the seats, minus the really good plays that make people jump up, there's little reason to wander back onto the field. And it is great. Until someone in one of the upper benchesspills their drink at the end of the game and it cascades down. "Oh come on..."
Clint Barton	In the background, Clint cracks the lid on a can of Budweiser and laughs as Banner accuses him of the first popcorn. All the evidence the Doctor needs.