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Sam Wilson	Did you know there was a golf course at the Triskelion. Immaculately maintained and kept - the truth of the matter is that the golf course provides clean sight lines and easy call out of positions should there ever be an attack on the headquarters of SHIELD. But besides the gold course, the green space is also used for parachute training. Or in Bobbi's case, glider training. She was told her instructor was well trained in self powered flight and would be more than happy to help. Iron Man? War Machine? Those would be nice options, right? They were busy, so already out in the green space is a red-tailed hawk that's swooping and diving, while on the ground, Sam's watching and guiding him. Without saying a word.
Bobbi Morse	Lately, combat engagements have been getting wilder. May be it's all the mutants, or perhaps the villains are getting more exotic with their technology, but the need to not be thrown off the top of a tall New York City building has been playing on the minds of some SHIELD agents, including Bobbi. A tiny parachute could work, but a glider would be better, and so they set about designing such a thing and she, being the one who pushed for the idea, was voluntold to be the test subject. Bobbi was not expecting Sam Wilson to be out here, but hey.. could be worse. "Hey Harvey," she says with a broad grin on her face. She's wearing the thing. The prototype is not slimmed down yet. The wings themselves a fabric like falling from her shoulders while they're off, but the backpack is the part where all the electronics - and emergency parachute - are currently kept. The final version will be much much smaller. Bobbi's eyes track the hawk with interest and she says, "Your life sure has taken an interesting turn." One hand over her eyes to shield from the sun so she can watch how quickly the hawk moves through the skies. As she reaches Sam she offers her hand to him. "Thanks for being available for this. I don't want to go kersplat. Though, admittedly, I do have a parachute - this is a lot easier than taking dozens of quinjet lifts up to altitude."
Sam Wilson	Turning when he hears the voice, Sam gives a smile that shows off that little gap in his front teeth to Bobbi, before taking a look over the gear that she's wearing. Glancing aside to his bird, the hawk comes to roost on his shoulder, settling in before Sam smirks. "Do you inflate like a Macy's balloon when all that is in use?" he asks her playfully. His own wings and gear is streamlined, tight and clean - obviously it's come a long way from the drawing board prototype. "So, it's basically a modified wingsuit." he finally decides. "Which is sorta cool." When she mentions she has a parachute, he nods. "Always good to have. There's one in my backpack. Haven't had to use it in a while." Accepting Bobbi's hand in a quick and warm grip, he shakes it. "Alright. How much experience do you have in using this gear, or even parachute in general?"
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi chuckles, "Yeah I feel like I'm in basic training with this heavy thing on my back. It'll certainly help me achieve terminal velocity faster." She hops up and down a little and tugs the straps a bit tighter. "If it works, then we can call it a modified wing suit. Right now it's a modified bunch of electronics strapped to my back with a weirdly warm spot on the bottom left. My guess is there's a battery there but who knows.. I'm not game to open it up at this point." She gives a thumbs up, "Parachutes and wing suits, lots of air time in both, more with parachutes than wing suits though. Lots of hours clocked in quinjets too. I've only attempted actual flight with this technology once so far and almost face planted in a wind tunnel. So far, I've found it to be extremely twitchy and a tad unpredictable. R&D informs me that this is my fault not the wingsuit fault." She lifts up a button and presses it.. the loose fabric wings snap out instantly, firmly in to the shape of wings and the subtle blue lines of technology become visible on the underside of the wings. She takes some gentle steps, her movements slightly bouncy, "Yep, there's that anti-grav kicking in. Extremely weird feeling that." She shuts the wings off and then collapse back down draping over the sides of the backpack.
Sam Wilson	"Oh, you even get glowly lines. Neat." Sam responds as she shows off her wings. He listens to what R&D provided. "So that's why they have me. I'm able to hold glide and hover patterns better than having to worry about you getting burned by thruster fire." And that's the story he's sticking to as to why Tony Stark isn't out here instructing Bobbi instead. "The packet I got said I should take you up to about a thousand feet and start with some tethered flight before I let you try to solo. I can tug you around easily, so we can try some basic manuevers, just to make sure you have the hang of things before I let you try some free falling. And naw, you need to give it a name. The mockindrop?" he asks her, amusement clearly in his tone as he gets out a pair of carabiners and straps. Stepping up to Bobbi, he clears his throat. "Mind if I get into your personal dance space here for a moment?" comes the question, so he can make sure that the straps are secured to her suit. "Once we have you hooked up and linked in, I'll take you up. Which sounds like a terrible pick up line."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi nods enthusiastically, though with a scrunched up nose and slight frowny face, her hair bobbing in the ponytail she's put it in for this mission. Yes, it's training but it's still a mission to her. "Glowy lines and all. Let me do the pre-flight checks or R&D will chuck a massive fit." She <scrpts> the velcro on her thigh and takes out a tablet, unfolds it and taps the app. It takes a moment but then a bunch of gauges appear for battery and connectivity through-put to the alien technology in the wings. Parachute is green lit, alto-meter active, signal strength good. She shuts it and puts it back in to the pocket and smoothes out the velcro. "Good to go." She holds her arms out of the way as Sam steps in to attach lines. "I've always been good at the mocking bit, so bird is the word on this right? finally living up to the nick name in more than one way. Besides, if I'm running around on mission wearing this stupid thing I'm basically pretending to be a super hero like you," she winks at him taking a jab at his 'profession' of being an Avenger. The Mockingbird hood is pulled over and goggles are put in place. A small internal display flicks to infrared for a moment and then back to regular vision. She gives a thumbs up to Sam, "Okay Sam." She gives a tug on straps and says, "More like a literal pick up line." She takes a deep breath in and then out again, "Time to be adrenaline junkies."
Sam Wilson	"The pay's terrible, the benefits ain't great, and never eat in the mansion on the days Thor tries to cook. But hey, health and dental." Sam offers up as he watches her go through pre-flight. There's a mote of amusement there. He remembers when he did the same. "You'll get used to doing pre-flight while you're putting it on. Hopefully they'll make it more like a frame instead of a suit - closer to what I use." "And who knows, enough of these flights, and they'll be looking up and going, 'It's the Mighty Mockingjay, Catching Fire!'" Did he just... yes. "Since you know, pretending to be a superhero. I can do everything Steve or Bucky can do. Just you know. Slower. Which is good for some things." And once her suit's on line, Sam's own suit reaches out in a virtual handshake, linking the pair up and downloads maps of the area from all the flights that Sam's had. "Watch out for the trees on 13." he offers her. And once she's ready, Sam winks, "Hold on like a prom date!" he tells her, and once she's secure, his backpack jets engage and easily lift the pair of them off the ground as they rocket into the air from the tee box for hole number two and into the sky.
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi grips tight as they take flight. She holds on even tighter as they really take flight. Being a fearless SHIELD agent takes practice and new situations.. well, they're just as scary as the old ones when she was new to this whole spy thing. The first time she fired again she nearly leapt out of her own skin. It was scary, but the thrill was also there and that's no different now. She gets a big grin on her face. The mic pressed against her neck lets her talk through the linked SHIELD/Avenger comms. "Woo, I can see why you quit your day job now." This is quite different to the usual way Bobbi likes to fly, in the pilot seat of a quinjet. But these days she has to fight for that right too, because May is an absolute sniper at calling pilot, and if not May then Danvers. Those two are insatiable - so much so that Bobbi might be guilty of deliberately getting them assigned to other missions at the same time as hers just so she can be the pilot for a change. "You know if I'm catching fire in the sky things have gone very very wrong. Also I'd have to learn to shoot a bow and that's Barton's thing... and Lara's thing.. and that Arrow fellow's thing.. actually now that I think about it, there's a lot of people running around with bow and arrow these days." There is a pistol on her hip. This might not be a real mission but she's a paranoid spy and learnt from the best to always be prepared - so much so her staves are attached to the sides of the backpack... just in case.
Sam Wilson	"I had a day job?" Sam asks in amusement as they ascend higher. "I was pretty much done after the Alien attacks of '01, I was using the prototype of thise suit in pararescue." he explains, "Plucking pilots out of mid-air when they got shot out of their jets, or getting supplies up to units that needed them. And you may want to look into upgrading your armor. I carry a pair of machine pistols that autodeploy, and a batch of Stark's micromissiles." "Those goggles just for show, or do you have them teched up?" His own goggles run a series of HUD readings, keeping an eye on altitude, speed, weather. Nearby, the hawk is following the pair up with a powerful push of his wings. "My extra set of eyes." he explains to Bobbi. "Though I could do the same with any birds in the area. "But you should find your own thing. Like the staves. Just you know - with some range. Though you can totally do the Thanagarian rawr bash in the head thing they do." Once they hit altitude, Sam levels out, but he hasn't let go of Bobbi just yet. "Alright. We're at a thousand feet. When you're ready, let go. You're going to feel a drop. Deploy your wings, and when the antigravs kick in, the tethers will catch and you'll be in tow behind me. Like a glider slaved to an aircraft." comes the explanation. "We'll do a couple of laps and get you ready to make your first freefall."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi clears her throat and smirks at him, "You don't consider working for uncle Sam a day job?" She listens to his explanation of all his gear and laughs, "My thing is definitely not your thing. I'm a spy Sam, you know that right? I spend a quarter of my time doing paperwork, a quarter of my time lying through a smile, a quarter of my time running team ops, and a quarter of my time trying to understand what Jemma is saying despite having a doctorate in biochemistry of my own." Her white knuckled grip loosens a little as they come to altitude, though she still holds on tight. "The last thing I need is to be carrying around a missile arsenal and quick draw machine pistols... or head butting things. No this is just a way for me to, you know, not die.. when on one of those ops someone decides to projectile me out of a window or push me off the top of a building or ledge." She releases one hand from the grip and taps her goggles, "They aren't linked in to this suit but they are smart glasses. Modified SHIELD issue, infrared vision. Great for shooting jerks through drywall." Then she releases the other arm and dangles from the harnesses, taking in slow deliberate breaths as she extinguishes the urge to curl up tightly against the man and his rig - giving in to the adrenaline and excitement of the situation. "So, before we do this.. the plan, if we get tangled up on this line. We cut it and I try free falling anyway and if that doesn't work out for me, I'll shut the system down and deploy parachute..." She lifts up the actuator button and is ready to push it when she gets the go from Sam.
Sam Wilson	"Spy is totally not in the description of my job. Though if I saw you in a dancing dress, I'd probably spill any secrets I had." That's to try to bolster her confidence. "Think of it this way. You're seeing it as if someone is going to hurt you and you need this for protection. What about this. Your target is in a fortified building where a party's going on. You could try to charm and flirt your way in. Or... a quinjet drops you from altitude, you deploy your wings and glide in. Land on the rooftop, and off comes the gear, on comes the dress with the slit up high, and boom you're in." "I'd look into getting an app to link to the gear, so it can warn you if something goes wrong. But in this case. I'm right here. We get tangled up, you cut loose. Deploy the chute if you need to. If I get the chance, I'll try to catch you first. Haven't dropped anyone in a whole month." Is he teasing her? Maybe. He listens and watches, as she takes those breaths and prepares herself. And when she looks like she's ready, he grins. "Happy landings!" With that - he releases her, unsnapping the carabiners so that she falls in behind him so that the straps can catch and pull her into a tow position. "Gets to be too much for you, releases are on the left and right shoulders."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi laughs, "That is the idea you know." She winks at him behind the goggles and hmmms at his further suggestion. "I like it, the only person I'd be impressing is myself and the camera crew filming the obviously a scene from some bond movie." She shakes her head - why is it people always think of these things when they think of spies.. then again, her mind flashes back to the alt right terrorists they just arrested and how she threw her stave through the window, then leapt in after it and double tapped ICER rounds in to a neo nazi who was using a copy of Quake's powers. She shakes her head to clear the thought, then gives him the thumbs up signal. Bobbi instantly falls back away from Sam and the line goes taunt. She curls and then opens back up again in skydiving posture, arms and legs spread out. It takes her a few moments to stop the wobbling, then gives him another thumbs up, "All good. Deploying Prototype Birb Wings Mark II." She presses the button and the fabric flapping behind her stiffens and shoots out from her sides in to a wing form instantly making her start to tumble. Then the anti-grav technology kicks in and the tumbling adds in another axis of spin. "Shit.. shit.. shit..," she says as she awkwardly tries to move her arms and legs to counter the twisting motions, really putting her zero-g training to the test as the world twirls around her.
Sam Wilson	"Relax! You're not superman! No need to fight it!" Sam calls out as he hears the cursing from Bobbi - and more importantly, the sudden feel of drag on his end. The sudden decelaration is sending up alarms, but he's fighting those off as he coaches Bobbi over the comms. "It's like parachuting, straighten your body, let your arms and legs do the work. Open up for drift, close them for speed!" he calls out to her. He has Redwing get in position so he can watch through his eyes. "Windshear's pretty calm at the moment -" he straightens up on his own posture, slowing down further, and barely keeping out of a stall, just to give Bobbi a chance on all of this. "Come on Bobbi, you got this..."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi scowls and grits her teeth. She does her best to relax her body as the wings seem unable to make up their mind as to which orientation is best suited for killing her today. She curls up a moment as she dangles on the line and manages to get some stability, though the wings drag her this way and that. "Okay.. give me.. a moment," she says, her breathing harder now as she takes the tablet out of her pocket, holding on tight as she unfolds it. Her arm extends from a sudden turn and almost loses it. "Anti-grav right wing.. signal is going up and down like crazy." She bites the finger tip of her right gloves and pulls it off so she can operate the tablet, lowering the power levels on both wings until the sine waves become straight lines and she stops getting tossed about. "Derr gotit," she says with a glove in her mouth. She puts the tablet away and pulls the glove back on and slowly stretches back out in to a proper gliding position. The glow from the wings barely visible again as they maintain structure instead of trying to provide uneven lift. "See," she says with a pant but an almost cheerful mirth in her voice, "these things are trying to kill me."
Sam Wilson	"Wrist tablet. So much easier. And I know, I know. Not your thing. Think of it as a bracer, in a pinch." Sam offers, relieved now that Bobbi seems to be straightened and calm. He lets out his own breath now that he can as he increases the speed so he's not having to fight his own harness. "We're going to make a couple of rounds, just to make sure everything is stable..." They drift easily around the golf course, as Sam watches Bobbi. "When you're ready to try to solo this, make sure you let me know before you release in case I need to make my way back around to catch you. My whole point is to make sure you don't go splat."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi shuts her eyes for a moment and feels the drag of the wings. It's not like a wing suit at all! it's very different. She's extremely glad there are no jets involved with this thing. "I think I'd say that the anti-grav bits don't work so well right now. The wings themselves.. it's going to take some practice. Back to R&D after this flight is over for sure." She looks about trying not to lose her poise as she does so, that is one of the skills of gliding after all. Overall, she is quite wobbly. "This set up is so reactive, I have to concentrate a lot, it really wants to move and change directions at the blink of an eye."
Sam Wilson	"Alright, so lets not try self-gliding today. I'm going to slow up and catch you for recovery. No need for the parachutes and such." Sam offers as he lowers his speed, letting Bobbi get back to him so that she can reattach and he shoots her an encouraging smile. "Hey, you did better than me on my first flight." he offers to her with a laugh. "It's a good thing my first flight was over water." And he leaves it at that. His arms are free, the white wings with red trim open wide, guided by his movement and jetpack as he draws in a breath. "Anytime you want to do this, let me know. Unless you know, I was a terrible teacher and you never want to see me again."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi tries to keep steady as Sam catches back up to her. Hand grabs his fore arm for stability, then they're clipped back together. She de-activates the wings and the firm constructs go floppy, fabric like again. She steadies her breathing as she nods to him, taking her time to work through the adrenaline shakes. "Good call, I think. Now we have some real data I can tell the R&D guys it's not my fault!" She chuckles wryly and then shakes her head to Sam, "Hey no you did great. I had a feeling things were going to be a bit wild and you're probably the best choice for this sort of experiment." She gathers her composure and smirks, "Besides, I knew you were there to catch me if things went south fast." She pats his arm and then holds on to him again, "Okay.. solid ground please Mr. Toucan"
Sam Wilson	When she compliments him, there's a darkening of Sam's already dark skin, "I'll download my flight data as well, so you can share that as well." Sam offers as the pair turn to head back to the tee stand where they first met. He can feel her shaking beneath him - he knows that feeling. Easily enough. "Just follow your nose." he says with amusement as he heads to the ground. "I wonder if I could understand Toucans. They're birds. I should be able to." With that thought, he points out. "You may want to lift your legs..." Because if she doesn't, when they hit the ground, and he has to take those few leaping steps to land, they may end up tangled together.
Bobbi Morse	The last minute suggestion has her tucking her legs up. Once the momentum lowers she brings her feet down too and she laughs. "You.. aren't even joking." She remembers that day when all the birds covered the Triskelion quite well. "They'll probably think humans are crazy with the whole follow your nose things." She unclips herself from him and steps away, crouching down a moment and resting a hand on the ground, then turns around and sits on her butt. "Oh yeah. Sweet sweet ground. Bad birb wings, bad, trying to make me lose my lunch," she chides her backpack of experimental technology. "Hey, humor me.. what is it you do when you're not avenging?"
Sam Wilson	Unlatching from Bobbi so she can hug the ground, Sam straightens himself up as Redwing roosts in a nearby tree. "I haven't tried to explain that joke to a toucan yet - I'll let you know what they say." he offers to her with an amused grin as he tucks his wings in behind him, collapsing into his backpack. "You mean besides teaching SHIELD agents how to fly?" he asks. "I do some part time advising and counseling at Happy Harbor High, but I mostly work at the James Buchanan VA Medical Center as a counselor and veteran's advocate. After a couple of tours in Afghanistan, it's good to be able to help others transition from sleeping on rocks to getting used to a comfortable bed again."
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi stares at Sam and pulls off the goggles and hood. "Seriously? Jesus Sam," she slowly stands back up and jumps up and down a few times to settle the wobbles in her body. "You're a bloody saint." She takes off her gloves and stuffs them in to a pocket. "I can see why everyone likes you so much. I hope you get you-time as well." She motions toward the Triskelion, "Are you headed back to SHIELD or somewhere else. I'm walking."
Sam Wilson	"I find it when I get it. Dated a little..." Sam shrugs. "Eh." He doesn't seem to want to talk to much about it as he considers and then falls in step with Bobbi. "It's a good day for a stroll. And Clint's making breakfast at the mansion. Not sure I can handle whatever 'waffle surprise' is." Is he joking? Maybe.