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Kamala Khan	It's a weekday at the Liberty Science Center. Business is normally slow in the summer months without the lifeblood of school field trips keeping things moving, but today is a special occasion: the opening of a new exhibit. SUE: The T.rex Experience offers high-tech simulations of the Cretaceous period, including robotic dinosaurs and realistic flora. The crowning achievement of the exhibit is SUE -- the 40 foot long T.rex skeleton that would be on display at the Liberty Science Center for the next year. It stands proudly in the center of the exhibit, though strangely is missing its head. Underneath the massive skeleton, Ms. Marvel stands with Doctor Hoffman, the curator, and Mayor Fulop. A decently sized crowd has gathered to watch.     "On behalf of the Liberty Science Center and the great city of Jersey City, I'd like to dedicate this exhibit to the hearts and minds of our state's wonderful students!" the mayor announces. Meanwhile, Ms. Marvel holds up the massive dinosaur skull with a big smile, posing for the click-clack of the cameras being fired off by the local press.
Vivian Vision	Ahh the science museum. When a member of G.I.R.L wants to take a break from the lab and still potentially get inspired this is where she comes. Unless of course it's one of the more organic members of the group. They tend to just make a B-line to the nearest cafe selling strong coffee and excessively sugary cakes. But then Viv isn't organic. So here she is. She's dressed normally, for her anyway, in a mixture of greens and yellows. No holographic disguise to hide her synthezoid nature. And if it weren't for the famous home-town superheroup on stage she'd probably be showing up the robotic dinosaurs! Still she claps along with everyone else. It's not just politeness, she does indeed agree with the sentiments. Encouraging people to learn more about the world helps everyone!
Michael Erickson	Many a world, it seems, has had its time of dragons.     The archives of the throneworld are filled with examples of saurian horrors - some even evolve, over time, to become sentient beings with empires of their own. Until the Shi'ar arrive. Or so it is in the galaxy from which the man currently calling himself Michael Erickson comes. Today, however, he is on cover business, and with that now done comes to see the local exhibit. The machine facsimiles of history. The fossilized bones of this planet's past.     You know. Like a tourist.     With hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, Michael lingers in the back of the crowd - watching the girl, Kamala, hefting the giant skull. Noting her strength. The warriors of this planet can be so /young/. And there in the audience, another girl. Green hair, red skin. A species he isn't familiar with; Michael marks her down in his head as someone to investigate. More data to compile for the Empire. There was be a time when he, a young soldier once himself, would think it honorable. Now it just seems a shame.     But they're brave. Heroes. And from the back, he smiles to himself to watch them. Just a hint.
Kamala Khan	"And now, Ms. Marvel, if you'll do the honors..."     "Absolutely! It is such an honor to--"     The curator clears his throat and raises his eyebrows. 'Stick to the copy!' he mouths.     Ms. Marvel takes a deep, trying breath. "Right. Uh, be sure to check out the excellent dinosaur gift shop on the second floor. With free... uh... gift 'raptor'ing. And..." Ms. Marvel announces slowly. She glances towards the curator who replies with a silent, eager nod. Go on, go on. Ms. Marvel snap-turns back to the crowd and renews her smile. "...Oh, and if you're thirsty, be sure to visit the snack bar and get yourself an iced 'tea'-rex..." She holds the smile for a second and then turns her head so her true reaction cannot be seen among the scattered, half-hearted chuckles.     Ms.Marvel lifts her hands upward and stretches out with her arms. The skull is lifted, lifted, lifted, lifted, alllllll the way up to the skeleton's neck. Once the skeleton is complete, the mayor and curator lead the crowd in a round of applause. Ms. Marvel waves her overly sized hand and arm in the air, grinning at the cheering crowd as it begins to disperse. After shrinking back down to her normal size, Ms. Marvel begins to meet and greet with some of the people who stuck around to meet her.     "Oh, wow!" Ms. Marvel enthuses, grinning at a little girl. "I'm so glad to meet you, Gracie!" She leans in to get closer so her mother can snap a photo with her camera phone. "'Embiggen!'" they both announce as the picture gets taken.
Vivian Vision	The awkward jokes, clearly thought up by academics or political aides used to presenting to other academics or voters rather than young people, get polite clapping from Vivian. It's the socially expected response to acknowledge the humour after all. Even if the jokes themselves aren't up to much. Her gaze sweeps around the exhibits to take them all in. The work of a few moments. While a personality subdivision checks out the full menu in the cafe. Not because she intends to visit for her own needs. But museums make good spots for first dates or low pressure meeting places for trips out with friends! If other patrons like Michael are giving her any attention she ignores it. People tend to stare a lot when she's not holographically disguised in all but the most exotic parts of the world.
Michael Erickson	Red-skinned girls do tend to draw attention. But Michael watches her out of the corner of his eye, and does not stare - one isn't a good spy if one is obvious. Kamala is the primary focus, here. These people, he thinks. Such big hearts, even when so young. Terrible humor, but such big hearts. Would his daughter be like that, if he had one? Or would the war cadres crush such budding sentiment? /Then again, old boy,/ he reminds himself, /It did not crush it out of you./ Which, of course, is his problem.     But still, for the moment, observation. Even as the crowd filters away.
Kamala Khan	"Oh...Em...Gee!"     Wide-eyed, even from behind that domino mask, Ms. Marvel nearly leaps forward to close the distance between her and Vivian. The sudden excitement causes the girl to briefly lose control of her form. It becomes a mere extension of her excitement and desire to get over to Vivian as quickly as possible. Her legs seem to extend and shrink with each step, her stride becoming truly unnerving. She normalizes once she gets next to Vivian. A finger is pointed excitedly. Waggled. Oscillated. It seems to grow and shrink as it moves.     "It's you! You're here! You're The Vision's..." She struggles to find the right word. "...Well, you're The Vision's..." Think, Kamala, think! "...Daughter?" She sounds utterly unsure about it but the excitement is unyielding.     Ms. Marvel's mouth turns into a big, toothy grin as her smartphone is pulled from a compartment in her bangle bracelets. "Can we?" she asks eagerly. The screen reveals that she has set the device to take a selfie. Without much of a pause, Ms. Marvel's arm extends out far longer than it should go -- a built-in selfie stick! But then... her smile fades.     She can't help but notice that attention from across the exhibit. She noticed it earlier, chalked it up to her imagination, but now... Ms. Marvel tilts her head towards Vivian and then back towards Michael. Maybe he's a friend of hers?
Vivian Vision	The teenage synthezoid remains still as Ms Marvel charges over. You never know with supertypes if they'll introduce themselves with a fight to assert dominance. Or if someone, often a mutant with a past bad experience with Sentinels, holds anti-AI viewpoints. Plus the ever present danger of a time traveller thinking you've been sent back in time to kill them. But it's not something which worries her. Phasing allows for a blase attitude to physical attacks. Viv blinks a few times. The gesture purely done for effect. "I... yes. It would be more accurate to say he's my creator," she replies, smiling for the photograph. "But I use human terms for my relatives to confirm with accepted social norms."
Michael Erickson	The Vision he would knows, but he's far enough across the way that he cannot /hear/ the two, merely read lips - which he doesn't attempt to do given Marvel's exaggerated cartoon rush over to the unusual girl whom she seems to jnow. Instead he peels off from the pillar against which he leans, though, and makes his way across to where the skeleton of the long-dead Rex towers over the remainder of the assembly. Bones of the ancient, indeed. There are those who swear that humanity existed with these creatures, he remembers. One could fit a cannon-saddle on a beast like that and burn a bloody swath through any number of population centers, like the natives did on Chirradaun. That campaign wasn't so long ago, but looking up at 'Sue' it feels suddenly a million years.
Kamala Khan	Ms. Marvel's nervous finger sets off a flurry of selfies, some good, some bad. She'll undoubtedly be checking later! The words start to spray like water from a firehose. "What are you doing /here/ in Jersey City? Is your dad nice? Can I meet him? Is he here too? Here, let me send you a friend request... Oh!" Ms. Marvel's excitement is bookended by a wince. Ms. Marvel doesn't have a social media profile. Kamala Khan does. Dial it back, Kamala!     The teenage hero starts walking forward with body language that suggests she expects Vivian to walk with her. "I'm Ms. Marvel!" she introduces with a gleeful smile. Still, it sounds like a person saying someone else's name and not her own. And, hey, wasn't Carol Danvers Ms. Marvel? At one point, right? This girl certainly isn't Ms. Marvel, right?     "So, is that guy, like, an Avengers shadow or something? Here to keep an eye on you?" Ms. Marvel wonders with a conspiratorial grin on her face. She makes a subtle gesture with her hand towards the stranger at the pillar. "I can't believe you're here!" she repeats suddenly, her voice suddenly filled with excitement again.
Vivian Vision	"What am I doing here?" Viv repeats, tilting her head. "Pym Technologies has been based out of New Jersey for many years. Sometimes I take breaks from school and the GIRL labs to explore. Get a fresh perspective on things by travelling." She holds a perfectly still position for the pictures. So in each one her expression is the same polite smile. "I do not see him as much as you might imagine. I attend a boarding school. But he is an acceptable parent." "As for his schedule I can't say for sure. But I could ask on your behalf?" She gives a warmer smile after the greeting. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Marvel. I'm Vivian Vision, but people call me Viv for short." And of course she follows along when Kamala walks off. "Father was in the United States recently for my Great Aunts birthday party. But he isn't with me today." And then there's the comment about a shadow. "No-one is watching me. I have software which updates the Avengers on my activities and allows me to signal an emergency. But I travelled here alone.."
Michael Erickson	The girls are forgotten in the moment, as he continues to stare up at the skeleton. Thinking of Chirradaun still, the fang-raptors, their armored howdahs with auto-tracking pulse cannons. Memories of that past apocalypse brew as he looks up into that ancient maw, and the here and now is very distant.
Kamala Khan	Software that updates the Avengers on her activities and can signal an emergency?     "That is so..."     Weird? Strange? Invasive?     "COOL!" Of course she thinks so.     "So, Vivian. Viv! You go to school? Can't you just download everything into your brain? I mean, that's what I would do!" Ms. Marvel guides their walk so they veer towards a snack stand, where she happily accepts her payment for this appearance: two pretzels. One of them is silently held out for Vivian to take. Ms. Marvel is happy and content knowing that this is either polite sharing OR it will be refused. Truthfully, Ms. Marvel doesn't know if synthezoids eat, but if they don't... that's two pretzels for her!     "Jersey City doesn't really get a lot of 'big bads' that need to be taken out, so I sometimes do things like this. Help out in the community, you know? The way I see it..." Ms. Marvel briefly pauses to take a huge bite of her pretzel. "...This hero stuff isn't just punching henchmen and listening to villains explain their origin stories. There's some real people out there that need help!" All of it is meant to answer the unasked question of why /she's/ here. After all, Kamala figures, it must look pretty pedestrian to Vivian, who might as well be an Avenger herself!     "I can't believe I'm walking in the Gee Dee Liberty Science Center with Vivian Vision! This is, seriously, the best. Day. Ever!" She's had a few of those.     A small amount of plaster falls from the ceiling and peppers Michael's shoulder and hair. A little more. It seems to be coming from one of the toggle bolts that holds the wiring for a pterodactyl skeleton suspended from the ceiling...
Vivian Vision	"I don't really go for the educational content," Viv admits. "But AI do not currently have legal rights in this country. So by attending a school and showing people we can be normal like everyone else... I hope to show that we can be trusted and treated as equals." She smiles. "Also my human family thought it would be good for me to socialise with people my age that way." The offer of food gets a shake of her head. "Thank you for the offer, but I have received a sufficient supply of solar energy today." Followed by a nod of agreement inresponse to the non-fighting ways heroes can help out. "I personally try to help out by fighting crime online. As well as by participating in a research collective which was established by my Great Aunt... You would know her as Waspette." It's a fairly safe bet, at least in Vivs mind, that Nadia will be known by an Avengers fan. She's got her own merch line just like her adopted mother Janet or her biological father Hank Pym.
Michael Erickson	Now...he's distracted, true. But he's also a fifty-five year veteran of military intelligence service on a number of worlds in this galaxy and another. So the dust, he detects it. Mostly because it's trying to get into his eye, but by God, he detects it. Looking up, he traces the fall of the dust from the source, and...steps back. Way back. Opens his mouth.     "EVERYBODY," he bellows in a deep baritone, a voice that once commanded combat squads of Shi'ar infantry a billion billion miles away. "PLEASE GET CLEAR. THE SKELETON IS UNSTABLE." A long finger points upward at the potentially swaying pterodactyl, which, you know, is probably going to turn into flinders anytime. But there's a /superhero/ here. Stretchy stretchy embiggening save the day. It's not like /he/ can do anything about it but keep people from getting near.
Kamala Khan	AI don't have rights? Ms. Marvel's face sours. "They don't?" she asks before taking a large bite of one of the pretzels. "...That's not fair." She blinks a couple of times, falling into the quiet rhythm of thought and chewing. The injustice of this has clearly struck a chord with Ms. Marvel. She continues to chew and think, apparently going for some kind of personal record of not talking. But then something snaps her attention from the cold-hearted detail that sometimes life just isn't fair: Waspette. Just as Ms. Marvel is about to start fanguishing about Waspette, her opportunity is cut short by Michael's warning.     "Never a dull moment in Jersey!" Ms. Marvel explains before running towards the area underneath the hanging skeleton about to come down -- exactly the opposite of Michael's instruction! She extends both arms out -- extends...extends...extends -- and uses two massive palms to reinforce Michael's point about people staying away.
Vivian Vision	"No, it really is not." Viv agrees. Then the moment the potential danger is highlighted Viv leaps into action. Well. Virtually speaking that is. A quick study of the building plans to figure out the durability of the floor, the ceiling and the suspended objects estimated weight. A simulation to establish where it might fall and potential scatter range for debris. All happening within the time it takes Michael to finish saying 'Get clear'. The 'at risk' zone gets a holographic exclusion marker wrapped around it. So people know just how far to move to be safe and which way they should travel for the nearest emergency exit or suitable assembly point for an orderly evacuation. "I am more than capable of withstanding the impact of the object falling. But that would cause it to shatter. Presumably such a display piece is not an original but the fragments could cause nearby people to get injured." She instead opts to put herself between the crowd and the danger. If anyone is going to be hit by shrapnel it's better if it's the synthezoid who can resist being hit by an RPG.
Michael Erickson	Well, his advice really was for mere mortals - which, predictably, Kamala running in does not count as. Another promotional op for her, no doubt. As for Michael, he has cleared back as he directed others to do, and Kamala's suddenly massive palms shade him as she holds up the unmoored skeleton way from danger. Reams of data for later, hurrah. What a bastard.
Kamala Khan	Another plume of plaster falls from the ceiling. The second of the three support bolts jerks suddenly. This thing is coming down and it's coming down soon!     "I'll catch it! It's like catching an egg..." Ms. Marvel announces. She lifts both hands into the air and cups them together underneath the skeleton. "Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures!" Just moments after her hands come together, the pterodactyl skeleton snaps free from the ceiling and begins to fall!     A cloud of plaster and dust expands in the air as the skeleton falls into Ms. Marvel's hands. Her eyebrows rise in astonishment. "That's it?" she asks, surprised. She turns her head a little to glance at Vivian and then Michael.     *SNAP*!     The pterodactyl beak breaks from the rest of the skeleton and begins to fall to the ground!
Vivian Vision	"Thankfully hanging displays are almost always made of fiberglass or resin," Vivian re-assures from her position between the danger zone and the crowd. "So even if it falls nothing too dangerous can happen." Really the biggest risk with resin or fiberglass is someone inhaling the particles when they break. Rather than it being heavy enough to seriously crush anyone or smash through the floor. Still this is New Jersey and it's entirely possible someone was careless enough to just suspend a big rock. To be on the safe side, when that piece comes away from the rest, the synthezoid teen steps forward. Arms out to catch it at exactly the optimal angle for such a catch.
Michael Erickson	And of course, Michael is there to watch it. I mean, let's be real, here -- he's just a dude. Right? This is hero work, and now there's two of 'em. Everything is just fine. He looks on, like the rest of what bystanders remain to see it. And it really is something else.
Kamala Khan	It's truly an effortless catch, especially for a synthezoid who has calculated the exact angle for it. Ms. Marvel takes a deep breath, one of relief, as the beak falls neatly into Vivian's hands. With a grin, she lowers the rest of the skeleton and gently places it on the ground. Her arms and hands morph back to their normal size and shape and find their positions at her hips. "Good catch, Viv!" she calls out, eager to go through the hero motions. She struggles to contain her smile. Ms. Marvel just had a TEAMUP with The Vision's daughter! A TEAMUP!     Ms. Marvel tilts her head towards Michael and blows an errant lock of hair from her eyes. "And, thank you for the assist!" she adds with a grin. "We're all in this together!" Just like she practiced in front of the mirror...     The super hero gladhanding gets interrupted with a sudden song coming from her wrist. She rescues her smart phone from the secret storage compartment in her bangle bracelets and stares at the name of the incoming caller. A look of true horror ruins Ms. Marvel's smile. She looks up at Vivian and Michael. "Excuse me for just a moment," she says with a polite smile before taking a couple steps away and turning away from them. Ms. Marvel bends at the waist and talks quickly (and quietly) into her phone. "Abbu.... Yes.... I'm at the museum! Yes! Okay! Okay! I'll be home right away! I know, I know... grounded until I'm..." Ms. Marvel looks up and faces Vivian and Michael once again, a manufactured grin on her face. She slips her phone back into her bangle bracelets and takes a deep breath.     "Well, as they say, duty calls! I'll totally tag you in those photos, Viv!" Ms. Marvel adds before running as fast as she can towards the exit. Being grounded until she's retired is a threat to be taken seriously!
Vivian Vision	Viv looks around for somewhere to put the beak. It's either expensive or delicate. Or both. Never mind how breakable everything else in a museum can be. Eventually she settles for the floor. After all the visitors are mostly away thanks to the warnings. While the museum staff will be swarming over the exhibit. Unfortunately for Kamala's privacy her synthezoid hearing is rather good compared to a human. Not to mention she can pick up cellphone signals! But she's at least polite enough to pretend she doesn't hear. "If you look up the Genius In Action Research Labs you'll be able to find contact information you can use to reach me. Then I can look into booking you a meeting with my Father or at the very least I could ask Mister Rogers about a visit to the Avengers Mansion. If you wished to see it that is." She turns and gives Michael a nod of acknowledgement. "Oh and thank you for shouting the warning earlier it would have been unfortunate if this had fallen on someone." She doesn't seem especially interested in posing or waving for the crowd though. The reward of a task completed well far exceeds the adulation of the masses.
Michael Erickson	And this is why he does what he does - and why he doesn't try and be a hero, at least not in /this/ skin. And so he nods to the two heroes, and then melts away into the crowd, off to be bland and oblivious elsewhere.