Staying on the Team

November 08, 2015:

Captain Marvel stops in to see Hawkeye after they've successfully returned from Apokolips, to discuss staying with the League.

Hall of Justice - Metropolis

Built in the same architectural Art Deco style of buildings such as the Empire State Building and Union Terminal in Cincinnati, it harkens back to a simpler time. With its wide open rotunda as the lobby and carpeting gracing the marble and granite floors, the Hall of Justice seems to embrace the concepts of Liberty, Freedom and the Rights of all Humanity.

It is a practical building; a front desk is manned 24/7 with a less-tha-obvious security force, ready and able to help any who may seek aid from those within. Beyond, down massive lines of corridors, lies the inner workings of the JL:A. High tech labs that mix both alien and earth technologies can be found there, conference rooms, and even some living areas.

Characters

NPCs: SHIELD agent 'Jim'

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Fade In…

Despite the devastating visuals, Captain Marvel did make it back to Earth, if only by the skin of her boots. Once everyone was back, she did all she could to help get medical aid for those in need, all the while ignoring her own needs for the same. Isn't that what heroes do? Besides, Carol absorbing as much energy as she did in the explosion of her ship has helped her powers to heal most of the injuries she herself sustained.

Once everyone was as situated as they could be, back to their lives wherever they might be, it was time. Time for Carol Danvers to return to her life. Time for her to get a shower! Clean clothes not generated by her powers. And then back to work.

Ugh. Work. Even being editor at one of the premiere news organizations on the planet can be tedious, especially after over a week of covert operations behind enemy lines. Which is why after she's done, Carol changes back to Captain Marvel, and heads for the Hall of Justice. She did promise she'd talk to Kate again, after all of this was over. And she is a woman of her word.

"Hi." the red, blue and gold-costumed woman offers at the front desk. "Captain Marvel. I'm here to see Hawkeye, if she's available."


Kate Bishop is sort of available. She's present, at least. Her first act when they got back was a shower and food, after which she promptly fell into a bed to recover…more from the stress of running things for weeks than from the rescue itself, in truth. And now that the rescue is taken care of, she can afford to spend a little more time on training instead of paperwork.

The front desk will send Carol through to the training room, where Kate's finishing up a spar with one of the last SHIELD agents willing to come to the Hall since the governmental management changed to the DEO.

"Thanks, Jim," Kate grins at the man, leaning down to offer him a hand up from the mat. "Not sure I'm up to sparring with the locals just yet."


Carol accepts the guidance, and follows directions until she walks into the training room and stops, watching Hawkeeye's interactions and her last sparring round with the SHIELD agent. She has no opinions she's willing to share about SHIELD or the DEO. They are two of a rather short subset of alphabet agencies she has not actually worked for in her storied career, but that doesn't mean she hasn't worked around them.

"Hi, Hawkeye." Carol offers, once it becomes apparent the purple-glad young woman isn't about to go another round with Jim. "How are you feeling?" And yes, she asks that even though it might be more appropriate for others to ask /her/. She was in-country for over a week, after all. And what a nasty country it was.


"Relieved," Kate answers, waving after the agent as he heads for the showers. "Little worried about Diana," she admits, heading for the bench to pick up her water and take a long drink. "Looks like she had a rough go of it, and I don't think she's the sort to ask for…help of any sort. You?" she asks, looking the other woman over. "Wasn't sure you were going to make it out of there for a few minutes. Thor was writing your eulogy."


Carol nods, making a grimace. "It's not exactly uncommon." she comments. "Lots of people who are used to being 'the strong one' find it hard, if not impossible, to ask for the help they need when they need it." Which is not Carol saying she's smarter or wiser; only that she has /been/ that person, and had to learn her own failings because of it. "I made it. It was tight. But I had a feeling they weren't just going to let us get out, and I didn't want to leave that ship behind and take the risk they could use it to trace it back to my friends. They helped me; last thing I want is to screw them." She grins. "Glad I didn't miss the bus, though."


"You and me both," Kate says ruefully, taking another drink and wiping herself down with a towel. "Would've felt pretty guilty about you going off alone and then ending up dead. And I've got enough things to feel guilty about. Like the people who got taken in the first place," she grimaces. "And trying…"

She trails off, shaking her head quickly. "Done is done and all's well that ends well and nothing went horribly wrong. Stop second-guessing." That last bit is for herself.


Carol nods, reaching out a hand and resting it on Kate's shoulder. "I know you would have. That's what makes you good at what you do. Makes you someone I'm proud to know. But I took that risk, going in the first place, because I couldn't keep waiting. And because we had no other way to gain intel. Going in blind … I didn't want to just hand over the whole rescue squad to those monsters." So Carol took a terrible risk. Luckily, it worked out. "Same reason I flew back for the ship. I'm afraid taking big risks for myself is a part of my MO. Hopefully, that won't be too big of a problem?"


"I think you know how much of a risk to take," Kate smiles crookedly, reaching up to give Carol's hand a squeeze. "Besides, we survived Kara dropping a helicarrier onto Orleans. As long as you can fall short of that level of disaster, I think we're going to be good. How about you?" she asks. "Everything settled? If you've got any lingering injuries, we can get someone to take a look at them."


The Captain smiles wryly and nods. She has the experience to know how much of a risk to take; it's nice when new allies can see and trust that. "That was a bit of a mess." she admits, recalling the incident with the carrier. "I'm pretty sure I'm fine. It's just the way this physiology of mine works. I absorb energy, and it processes that energy to correct things. I heal pretty quick if I can get enough. And a matter-antimatter explosion plus some of whatever that beam form was … well. I'm right as rain, now that I've had a shower, a night's sleep. And a few good meals."

Carol releases Kate's shoulder and looks around. "So. Now that you have your people back, what do you think the protocol will be? Will you still need help, out there?" She doesn't want to push or pry where she's not wanted, but she is going to make her interest known.


"The way I see it," Kate says, "You people came when we called, when we really needed you. It'd be pretty crappy of us to tell you we don't need you anymore." Her smile slips crooked as she drops down onto the bench, relaxing a bit. "Besides, we do need you. I was talking the other night to some of the X-Red people, and it looks like there are more threats from people who want to take out heroes. The JLA can't be a home for everyone - that'd be a different organization entirely - but this is a time for people like us to stick together."


The blonde nods. "Alright, then. I'll keep the comm unit, and I'll check in with Red and make sure she does the same. We'll be wherever we can, whenever we can to help." Carol clearly feels quite comfortable speaking for Caitlin. Then again, they are clearly close friends and work well together, so that probably isn't a surprise. "I've always believed that heroes needed to be part of something bigger, something more. That teamwork was important. I'm glad to get a chance to try that out again." Hopefully it will work out better this time.


"I agree," Kate nods firmly. "We have to stick together. Otherwise the world's going to be able to pick us off one by one, and then we're going to be in a tight place. Thank you, by the way," she adds with a small smile. "In case I didn't say it, or didn't say it enough."


"You're welcome, Kate." Carol offers, smiling. "And thank you. I'm damned glad you people showed up when you did." She pas the other woman on the shoulder and then lets her go. "So. Anything I can do for you today? Or should we take today off, and get more sleep? Maybe something to eat, while we're at it?"


"I did promise Britain a meal," Kate laughs. "Looks like he and his group got the short end of the stick trying to pick up Diana, believe it or not. Didn't think he was that easy to get bleeding. I think we definitely get a day to relax and recover, though. It's been a hell of a few weeks, trying to keep things moving here."


Carol chuckles and smirks. "Well, at least he's easy on the eyes. Pretty personable company for dinner." She's far from blind. "They did look pretty rough when they joined up at the ship. But I didn't get a lot of time to examine." She did head right off. "It has been pretty rough. But some time to relax and recover will be nice." She grins. "You and I will have to do dinner another time. I may not be quite as much fun as Britain, but I'd be honored to share a meal with you, sometime."


"I'm pretty sure you're probably more fun than Britain," Kate laughs. "Not that he doesn't seem nice, just, you know. British. It's possible my ulterior motive in this meal is to see if I can get him to loosen up a little," she admits, winking as she stands back up.


Carol laughs at Kate, shaking her head. "I'm pretty sure he's not quite as much of a stick in the mud as all that." Carol hears things. She hasn't met Captain Britain often. But she keeps her ears open; she has always been well plugged-in to the broader superhuman community. Mar-Vell's reputation helped, as much as it become in part her own. "Treat him well, and I imagine he could surprise you."


"Hey, I always treat people well. Most of the time. Generally." Kate smiles crookedly, shaking her head. "I should hit the showers, though. Thanks for coming by. And for helping out. And I really look forward to seeing you around more often. I'll get you added in at the front desk so you can come and go as you please. And I'll get you the address for the lake house," she adds. "A little more casual. And there's a pool and a hot tub, if you ever want to just relax."


"Pools and hot tubs. I do like those. And gymnasiums, of course." Carol offers, with a smirk. "Send your messages. I'll be around whenever I can be. And you can always reach me." And she'll be there. Carol's like that. "Enjoy your shower, Kate. I'll catch you later." And with that, the blonde turns and heads out, leaving the other woman to her own ablutions. It is good to be home.

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