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Scott Lang	There was no shortage of old abandoned quarries throughout the US, big pits of rubbish stone, with steep winding paths leading down to their flat bottoms where mining machinery once roamed. Nothing in particular made this one any more special a few miles outside NYC except for an extra layer of caution tape and a few more trespassing signs than usual leading up the road to it. No high-tech facilities or special equipment, just a big hole in the ground, at the bottom of which stood Scott and Wanda facing off towards each other like a couple of Old West duelers. Or Power Ranger villains as the case may be given where they usually filmed those shows.      "So uh, you wanna set any ground rules on this? You know, no shots below the belt? Or above the neck? Biting? Anything like that?" Scott calls out to Wanda uncertainly, his helmet up but amplifying his voice. He didn't quite have a grasp on what the fellow newbie Avenger was supposed to be able to do. And as usual wasn't a fan of fighting women, his feet shifting nervously on the gravel floor, flexing his fingers with little cracks and pops of the joints. "I should've packed an icepack or something..." he mutters more quietly to himself.
Wanda Maximoff	There's a chill to the air, being in a big ol' hole in the ground, and the Scarlet Witch is dressed for the weather rather than looking as if she's dressed for sparring. Her red hair is down, untied, and she watches the man, her teammate. 'It's important you learn how to work together', they said. 'Learn each other's strengths and weaknesses', they said.     Wanda's taking it in stride, then, and she shrugs her shoulders before giving a definite answer in accented English. "I do not bite." A bit of a smile graces her face soon after, as she adds, "Much. Unless I am losing.     "Forget you are fighting girl. Is weakness because we will use advantage," is instructed, and as if to underscore it, with a swipe of a suddenly red hand, a rock is pulled from the ground and thrown at the man, pushed by pure energy.
Rave	A night out on the town, after a show and into her other favourite passtime, Rave was on 'patrol'. A glowing street of neon across the cityscape, the glowing 'bluenette' had stopped to take the odd skyscraper selfie, threaded her way through the town and just generally enjoyed the rush of traversing the distance. Sometimes it was like that, as chaotic as the city could be there were nights where things were fine and nothing happened. No aliens, no horrors, no bank robbers or super-powered criminals. Just a 'nice night' seemed to be on the agenda. Time for a little fun then: she was headed out of the city to -really- get her speed going. Then there was the flash of red in the distance, the sound of stone inpacting and Rave's faintly luminescent eyes move towards the quarry. Well, that isn't normal...
Noriko Ashida	Noriko isn't on patrol.  The blue-haired speedster is out on her daily run and has been enjoying the stretch of not having to really give a crap about having to dance around every little thing...land. Frankly, the Asian teen isn't paying attention.  There's no way she'd ever have such a close call if she was.  It's not the dueling pair below that stop her, or any red flash. It's the edge, so unforgiving.  Noriko stops like the Roadrunner but loses her footing from misjudging when is the right time to stop scuffling her feet back from the edge like a blurry cartoon.  She slides, trying to grab something before her legs slide off, her whole body crackling with electricity and...yep, she's able to snag the knobby crag at the edge, mildly dangling.  Around her arm is a car battery which drops down and smacked her in the head.  "Ow fuck!"  She's /not/ dressed for the weather.  She's in jeans, some thin soled cheap running shoes, a hoodie, and some sweatpants. Nori looks up and squints.  "Hmm."
Scott Lang	So much for taking it easy. Already the slightly young beaut seemed to be intent on instructing HIM. And throwing rocks at him. "HEY!" Scott calls out in protest as the rock flies his way. He seems to vanish from this distance as he shrinks, the rock sailing over where he had been to impact the ground behind. When he reappears it's several feet closer and hunkered over in a slightly more active stance.      "Yeah I get it, equality in ass-kicking. I'm pretty sure part of pairing me with you was to get over that but it doesn't mean I gotta like it. I mean we don't have to JUST fight though, we can get to know each other, build some camraderie. Your laces are untied by the way," Scott going for if not the oldest trick in the book at least one in the first couple pages.      Who knew, with her background it's quite possible she hadn't heard anyone use such a terrible line as a distraction, and whether it works or not he lifts his arms, twin yellow bolts stunning energy zapping out at Wanda from the suit's Stinger gauntlets. All the while unaware of any other approaching forces, even Noriko's near drop into the pit assumed as nothing more than echos of the rock that Wanda had thrown at him. Growing taller than the ceiling and tearing out terrain to throw meant any sparring in the high tech Avenger facilities with all the built in security meant neither could go all out. Hence here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but isolation and warning signs to keep away nosy folks. Surely that would be enough.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda is like an early warning system; things light up like neon if they're the least bit magic embued, and that which isn't? Well, it is hard to sneak up behind her, unless one is like her brother. A speedster.     This time, there is more than one rock that rises from its spot on the ground, ready to be hurled at her teammate even as she takes a step back in order to increase the distance between them.     A light, honestly amused laugh exits the witch and she nods, "I like ice cream," is offered helpfully.     Laces? Laces? Untied? No, Wanda has truly never heard that one before, and she glances down quickly only to find that her boots are fine, thankyouverymuch. Scott's movement is noticed, and she is forced to react a little faster, bringing up a forceshield before her in order to protect her from the blasts. Nothing like actually //using// one's abilities!     It's the appearance of the speeding .. Noriko that distracts her, however, and she calls out in pain; hit.. ouch.. and she is pushed back, holding her arm as she spins around, ready on the defense.
Rave	Flashing lights and glowing magic, certainly it made for a show. Still, if anyone shared in the 'early warning' nature of their powers it was definately Rave. She looked like somewhere between a living laser-bolt and her namesake thanks to her powers when she was moving, it really made stealth quite difficult. The declaration of things going a little wrong from Noriko however? That catches some of her attention away from the flashing lights. Well, that and the dust cloud! A streak of blue and fading neon left behind her, suddenly there was a hand offered out to Noriko from a familier figure herself wrapped in shorts and a hoodie. Rave looked the part of someone out for a run because...she was! "Trip on a shoe lace?" she teases, only to steal a glance back towards the quarry and the lightshow.
Noriko Ashida	Noriko adjusts her grip quickly, but it is the only tell that she's uncomfortable with the situation.  There's a gash on the side of her forehead where the battery hit her. "On yours," Noriko quips back with one of her edgy tones as if to say she blew right past Rave.  There's a twitch upward at the corner of her lips and she reaches up to take Rave's hand...only, she has no gauntlets.  There's nothing really wrangling her charge as it strikes out as if looking for things more than just the ground to ground.
Scott Lang	Scott's helmeted head turns taking in the rocks around him that are prepped and ready, likes bullets loaded in a gun waiting to be fired. His heart was racing but he wasn't afraid, only nervous, of looking like a fool more than anything. "Well of course, everyone likes ice...woah are you OK? Hey I didn't think that would actually work!" Scott once more losing the point of the spar as he takes a few steps towards Wanda as if to check on if she's actually hurt only to pause as she tosses her arm up in a warding off gesture and a slightly more determined look on her face. Oh good he'd gone and upset the witch. He still hasn't noticed the other pair up at the edge of the quarry, his helmet good for many things but peripheral vision not among them, especially as the pair seemed to behind him as Wanda had noticed them over his shoulder.      "Right, OK, serious. I got it. By the way I like ham and pineapple on pizza. Now THAT is actual information," Scott informs her, his voice a bit staticy through the helmet's speakers as he bends low again...and then scoops a handful of gravel in one hand which he tosses at her. From this distance it seems rather useless, there was no way he was going to get sand in her eyes, at best a couple pebbles might catch her. Except his other hand whips something out, a small disc which pings one of the many pieces of gravel. Suddenly there's a 'whomp' sound and the chunk of gravel is a proper boulder heading at Wanda.
Wanda Maximoff	That blue streak really is distracting, and as Wanda holds her arm, her shield is in place, her expression decidedly determined. Pulling punches, as it were, isn't something she enjoys doing, or at the very least, feeling like she has to. That boulder, however, that is rocking its way towards her is definitely noticed, and the hand on her uninjured arm sweeps out, sending bolts of red in its direction, ready to smash the stone back into its particulates.     "Pineapple is horrible. Why would you like that?" She's trying to hold the conversation, but the threat assessment is gearing up into full swing, what with those.. strangers in their vicinity.     "Do you not see them?"
Rave	Ooof. The static shock that hits Rave as she grabs fingers brings a suprised and high-pitched cry from the girl as her form stiffens and she stumbles back. That stung a little! So much for sneaking up on Scott and Wanda. Falling to her backside, she exhales a breath, twitching a little and shaking her head. "Yeeow...that was...something." Of course, she'd say more, but there's a little realisation and she's climbing back to her feet, eyes widening as she spots the fact that she herself had been spotted. But she'd done so making sure someone wasn't plummeting off a cliff. At least it was a good reason, right?
Noriko Ashida	"I'm...I'm-trying," Noriko's attitude starts to crumble rapidly when she sees the damage she's done, but there's also a massive amount of relief that she didn't kill Rave while her heart is racing.  She almost forgets that she almost fell to her death. But Nori's state is obvious.  A moment later she's surging with denser bolts, more too.  She closes her eyes to try and tamp them down, gritting her teeth.  Sure, she could just take a jog and go discharge, kills some wildlife, but she's just trying to hold it together like some kid who waited too long to go to the bathroom.  "Sorry," she cringes out.
Scott Lang	"Oh c'mon now, I just got you that for a gift and you go smashing it to pieces like that?" Scott teases, starting to warm up now to the spar, and realizing he's far more comfortable at banter during a fight than Scarlet Witch. He shrinks again, zipping largely out of sight on the gravelly surface of the quarry floor and its multi-colored stones. Despite his literal ant-size though his voice is still audible, the helmet's speakers built to allow him to communicate with those larger than himself if need be.      "And nice try with the whole 'look behind you thing' Wanda but I already...wait was that blue? You don't do blue," Scott finally distracted as well as he quits leaping among the colossal gravel at Wanda's feet to stop and turn away to look up at the quarry wall as well, the sparring seemingly paused. Seemingly being the keyword as Scott lifts an arm and fires another Stinger bolt without looking at the skyscraper sized enchantress, at this size only doing its namesake of feeling like a painful jolt to her leg if she doesn't block it rather than being able of spinning her around or any real damage.
Wanda Maximoff	"You gave me rock? Diamond does not break," Wanda teases. "Remember that for next girlfriend." There's a decided hiss of pain in her voice, but she's moving past it, her attention more squarely on the newly arrived. "It is blue.." though, when the stinger hits, the witch makes a backhand motion, the gesture meant to push both Scott and the divot dirt he's on some distance away from her. She's got a temper on her, and she's trying to figure out who these newly arrived people are. "I do not do blue," is repeated. Now, those who do? She turns her entire body towards them, and she advances, her head canting, her hands glowing red. "Who are you?"
Rave	Glowy red lady coming her way. Rave might know a few superheroes out there, even taken a few photos when crossing paths with the 'big names' but well...didn't all the stories and shows suggest that 'Red glow bad, blue glow good'? Noriko's concern was noted, she'd even opened her mouth to reassure, but now they were getting approached an questioned? The speedster was on her feet in a flash, neon glow dancing over her own fingertips and engulfing her already bright eyes and hair. "Who are -you-?" she counters, another little hint to the teen's rather recent joining of the hero 'career path'. "And why are you exploding stuff in the desert?"
Noriko Ashida	Noriko is slowly getting up, the battery somewhere strewn across the ground nearby.  Well Rave would know it is painfully slow, and it looks measured, all the more consumed with trying to get her electricity under control when she sees Wanda advancing.  She staggers backwards slightly as she holds up her hands. "Stay...back," but Noriko just sounds angry as she grits her teeth.  The fact that her bolts are swelling and arcing out further from her body does not help the messaging. Nori looks over to Rave, "No-one-has-reasons-for-that."  She obviously does not answer the question.
Scott Lang	"Well I-AAARGH DAMMIT OW!" Scott hollers as Wanda whips him away. She might not have a good lock on him at his miniature size, but she didn't need one either, her powers able to cover a wide enough swath, and his tiny scale making him more suspectible to it. He's launched back several yards though the damage is more to his ego than his frame, while it seems like a lot his tiny size also helped to mitigate the damage. The bigger they are the harder they fall, and so the opposite was true as well. He springs back to normal size with a groan and stands, one more red-clad figure in front of the Blues Sisters, and this one wearing a straight up alien space helmet.      "Alright, guess I deserved that for the cheapshot," he admits to Wanda as he stands and turns attention to the other pair. "Hey, look, you two, Smurfette and Sparkles, this is private property. You all need to leave, it's dangerous around here. So unless one of you is here about the ad for a babysitter I placed, scram," Scott oh so diplomatically informs them. He was banged up, it's possible his temper wasn't in the best place either.
Wanda Maximoff	Here's the thing- Wanda doesn't look like the Avenger she is. The tell-tale red jacket and such aren't a part of her winter wear. And, well, Scott isn't the most well-known member of the team either? Still, there is cred, as it were. "We are Avengers, and you should not be here." It's a statement of fact in her head, spoken as if she was describing the sky as blue or the trees as green. Eyes watch the pair, her hands still glowing red; the electricity coursing doesn't escape her notice. Not at all. Wanda does have the good grace, however, to offer a suddenly non-glowy hand to her teammate to help him stabilize himself before she looks back to the pair. "Is not a good place for you."
Rave	Okay so...not a supervillain fight, that's a good start. Both were on the same side...it didn't require a supergenius to figure out they must have been practicing. Which is good, because Rave was 'bright' in both senses, but she wasn't exactly going to be giving Stark a run for his money. Still, the 'ad for the baby-sitter' earns a blink, and Wanda's announcement of who they are? That has the girl lowering her hands. Sure her eyes and hair were still glowing, but the dangerous glowy plasma immediately winks out. "Wait, really?" Her phone was suddenly in her hand, the social-media 'expert' quickly unleashing her google-fu to doublecheck. Avengers tended to get noticed, and most of the world carried video-recording phones these day. "Oh huh...that's awsome." Still no moves to flee just yet!
Noriko Ashida	"Why-because-you're-going-to-melt-us-with-your-Darth-hands?" Noriko points out without a shred of fear.  "Shut-up-old-man," she snaps at Scott with a glare.  "Do-you-/have/-to-be-such-a-dick?" Her words come out quick, clipped, but still at the same pitch. "Didn't-mean-to-be-here. Need-control-before-go," Noriko says when she looks back to Wanda.  "Please."