April 15, 2019:
Random meetings in Queens leads to a confrontation with the MIB.
Queens, NYC
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Fade In…
Peter Parker man of the people, or at least that is what he would like to say as he stands next to one of the buildings just outside of the busy people walking past. He was looking at the back of his camera to think about some of the shots of the city he took earlier to use as a backdrop for some of the new Spider-Man shots. Triple J had sent him to the street to get specific shots of people, and to go 'find something' even though Peter did remind him he wasn't a reporter. So there he stands all meekly looking at the photos though with a serious look as he wanted his work to be good despite if he wanted to be down here doing it or not.
The time is late afternoon, and though the sky is clear it is just starting to get dark. City is busy as it always is around this time as people go home and others go back out to work. Though no real crime is going on right here and now this is a spot that it is high so mixed in with the average person is that element as well waiting for an chance to fall on them.
*
Lena was not a woman of the people. In truth, she was very much a woman for herself. Reasons were rarely known by those she didn't consider friends, and even still it was hard bent to get her talking. She did her job, she was good at it, and she loved the game. Tonight, however, she's not out on business, but more so just out for a stroll down the sidewalk. Cup of some hot drink in hand, she nurses from it now and then all while bobbing and weaving through the throng of people going about their own business.
Lena Eira Snart, age 21, born and raised in Central City. Broken Home. Crimes listed from petty theft to grand larceny, assault, attempted homicide - the list went on and on. Was arrested and spent most of her life in juvie from the time she was 11.
A killer. A criminal. A bad seed. Today? She's enjoying the hell out of a vanilla chai latte.
*
Lar Gand is lost. Lost in time, lost in space. Lost on some planet that is familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. It's like when you see an actor in some film that just looks so familiar, you -know- you have seen him before, yet you can't quite name him or even name where and when it was you saw him. It's frustrating, isn't it?
Well imagine that on steroids. What is this place, -when- is this place, and why in the world is he here? It seems as if he has been here before, but if that's the case, then why doesn't he seem to know any of the languages? Languages that again, sound familar, but unfamiliar at the same time. He's beginning to think that maybe this is all some crazy dream, but if it is, then why can't he remember what real life is like?
As Peter and Lena are strolling down the street, Pete might feel his spidey-sense going off and hear some commotion that Lena might also hear coming from a nearby casino. Something getting smashed, and a man yelling.
"HEY! The hell was that for asshole? You better pay for that!!"
*
Peter spots her as she walks right past him never expecting to see her there it actually surprises him for a moment. He is stunned as she walks by at first not sure what to do as he just watches her before he shakes his head! Moving forward Peter cuts through the lines of people to catch up with her walking down the sidewalk. He takes a deep breath… "Umm.. Miss S -Snart." he kind of stumbles out. He looks like what he is some eighteen year old kid just out of High-School way out his league talking to someone who is a criminal with tech, "I am Parker.. I mean Peter… Peter Parker.. Photographer for Daily Bugle." he offers a card to her.
He looked like he was going to ask her something, but then a commotion happens, and the yelling he turns to see Lar. With a sigh he shakes his head, great… "Well looks like maybe another time." he starts running off giving her a wave. "Please call sometime I would love to get your side of thiiings!" and away he goes running from danger that is the kind of man Peter is apparently.
*
The sound of someone behind her, speaking her name at random, causes her to stiffen and turn to face the stammering Parker. Eyes forward, calm and cool, she gives him the once over and blinks. Sips. Eyes the card without accepting it. To Cold, it sounds like a regular New York evening just starting to pipe up and crawl out of its shell. The crash does gain her attention, causing her to arch a fine brow and as Peter excuses himself it's all the more confusing. "The hell you mean my side of things?"
It's not until she sees Lar that her expression softens. "Lar. Lar!" Hand up, calling out, she ends up following the path of Parker, a smile at the ready for the man from space. Looking toward the shop keeper, she huffs a breath and faces him. "What's the issue here? You got a problem with my brother?" She demands, glowering at the man in question.
*
"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, and I don't like being ignored."
A fairly large and muscular looking man is saying to Lar when Lena comes in. They are standing near a destroyed slot machine, a pile of cash spilling out of it. Lar is just staring up at the man, looking bewildered and unsure of what exactly to do.
"I—" he stammers. "…s-sorry?" He wasn't sure if that was the right word, but he'd heard it before.
"Oh you better be, kid." the man threatens. "If you thought you could come waltzin' in here, takin' what ain't y—"
But he gets interrupted when Lena comes in. "Miss." he says, turning to address her. "What does it look like? Your kid brother here was tryin' to rob my slot machines." he grouses, glaring at her. "I suggest you take him home and give him a good talkin' to, before I call the police."
*
Running away he looks back at Lena looking like she is chassing him, and looks a bit spooked turning left to run into some random Alley breaking sigh for them. Pulling off his clothes he reveals under them he had his spider suit on, and reaches into his bag to pull out the mask. "Never get a minute.." he sighs as he puts the web-shooters on. With that he is already heading back taking a sight of what now Lena, and Lar are doing as he approaches which doesn't seem to be as bad as he thought it was going to be.
With a couple more Webs he is on the way to swing down, and land there shortly as it did take some time to switch, and swing back to the scene, but he was used to it so was a rather quick changer now. Both Lar, and Lena could reconize Spider-Man if they look up to see him swinging in of course. Though here in NYC it was not a surprise, and those around might already be gathering to see what is going on as if Spider-Man was here something was up.
*
"Look, he said he was sorry, alright? That's why you have insurance on these things." Sighing, she looks up to Lar and offers another smile. "It's ok." She says, hands up and palms out. "It's ok. Come this way." A show of her hand, she gently moves it to wrap around his hand as it had the night before in the ship. Giving a soft tug, she glances at the shop keep and then back to Lar. Hopefully, he follows after. The showing of the Spider, however, seems to sour her mood almost instantly. "Fuck sake, don't you have anything better to do? If someone calling someone else an ass is all it takes for you to show up, Christ, you must be unspeakable busy in this city. It's handled. Go do something useful 'hero'."
Eyes closing, she calms herself, another breath in before looking to Lar. "Are you ok?" She questions, offering a thumbs up. Please don't let that be some negative symbol where he's from…
*
The man seems to calm down. "Hmph." he says. True, he does have insurance. It wouldn't be smart not to, especially in this part of the city. "Fine. Just get out of here." The owner grumps, then goes to see about getting the machine repaired.
Lar does follow her after a bit of hesitation, grateful that she has defused the situation before anything—or anyone else could get damaged.
Indeed, the commotion and the arrival of Spiderman has caused a bit of a small crowd to gather, watching the situation curiously. Several people get excited about his presence, and start taking pictures of him with their phones.
"Hey, it's Spiderman!"
"Spidey, over here! Can I get a selfie?"
"Wow, Spiderman!"
As Lena starts making her way out, another employee, a woman who had observed the situation approaches her apologetically. "So sorry about Mr. Dvora, he doesn't have much compassion. Is your brother disabled?"
*
Spider-Man lands behind her and looks at her and smiles, "Well good to see you again too Frosty, and yes I am though when your in town I know to keep an eye out for you." and chuckles a bit. With a shrug he looks at Lar, "Hey its you from the ship! What are you doing here?" he tilts his head looking at him. With a sigh he talks to Lena, "Listen you aren't doing anything wrong I am not here to web either of you.. I just want to make sure everything is alright so relax okay lady jesh.."
He steps out with the rest, and gives a small wave to some of the younger people as he doesn't want to be rude. "Look if you got this its fine I will leave you alone.." he gives her a shrug, and looks at Lar.. "Looks like he wants to talk to you more then me anyway so maybe it is for the best. Apperently he doesn't want my help here, or can't understand the offer." and turns to walk away from this. He was here to save people and neither of them were a threat.
*
Lena simply stares at the Spider, giving and off glance toward his fanclub. She doesn't speak, not another word, but when a woman approaches the pair she lightens her tone and visage. "Hmm? Oh, no, he's just from out of town. Doesn't know his own strength and mom let his English get sloppy. It's ok, really. Thanks, though." Giving Lar's hand another squeeze, she starts moving to walk away from the group. Should he allow her to, she continues leading Lar away and stepping into an alley, just to get the space.
"You need money?" She asks Lar, pulling out some bills from the front of her shirt and showing it to him. "Money?" She asks before resting a hand on her stomach. "Hungry?" What Spidey assumed was true. It probably wasn't about the company at all but more so the communication barrier.
*
"Spiderman." Lar seems to greet Peter when he approaches, smiling amicably. Indeed, what IS he doing here? He really would like to know the answer to -that- question. Though he seems a bit confused as to why Lena really doesn't seem to like Spiderman at all. He hadn't ever seen the man attack her or be openly hostile to her, only that other guy in yellow. "Wait…" he says as Pete walks away, feeling sort of bad about it.
He watches Lena offer him money or ask if he wants to eat something but shakes his head. Hopefully he knows what he's saying 'no' to. Although he seems a little distracted, searching the area for where Spiderman may have gone.
*
Spider-Man is aiming up when he is stopped.. "Wait… did he just say my name?" he turns and looks at him being smiled at. It wasn't a surprise that he knew it heck Spider-Man told him though he sighs a bit, he couldn't righly leave someone who has offered to help, but as he saw the gathering people he steped back. "How about we talk about this somewhere else.." he looks up then back down at Lena, and smiles. "Common Frosty.. I will make it a quick trip, and the more your in the spotligh the more people are going to start asking about who you are." He glances at Lar as well then back to her, "Like where that money came from." and grins at her not really thinking it was money from her crimes of course.
He doesn't web anything yet, but offers her a hand. "I promise that I won't leave ya hanging.." and grins at his own pun. "Lar.. Buddy I need your hand too." he offers a hand to Lar not really knowing he can fly only run really really fast. He wasn't sure how he was going to get them both up there but he had a couple of ideas as he has had to save multiple people falling at once before.
*
Lena frowns gently, watching after Lar and nodding. Slipping the money away, she eyes after Spider-Man and passes her tongue across her mouth to moisten it. "Your jokes are flat and you need to stop talking to me, or at me, like you know anything about me." She whispers, her eyes narrowing before she straightens her posture. "No, I don't think so. Guess you were wrong. He wants your company more." A step back, and then another, she offers a wiggling of her fingers and turns to leave the pair. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she gives it a shake and exhales, picking up her stride.
*
And now Lena is walking away. Why can't they get along?? Lar doesn't understand. He watches as Peter looks up, and then offers a hand. Oh, he wanted to go up? Well why didn't he just say so? He takes the hand, and also grabs Lena's hand—and suddenly the two of them find themselves shooting up into the air fast as a speeding bullet. Before they know it, all three of them are on the roof of a nearby apartment complex. Now they -have- to get along, right?
*
As she moves away he sighs, "You are right I don't know you, but I am willing to give ya a chance to change that." he honestly adds, "Though I take it your not ready so I will drop it. Just becareful Frosty that dude your working is bad with a capital B." he gives a shrug looking like he is going to add more before he is lifted. "Who.. whoaaa!" he adds kicking his feet in the air thinking fast. Reaching in his pocket he throws out some change to someone before webbing out. From below as they rise they would here 'Hey! My Paper! Oh.. look enough to buy another one." before he looks up see's the trio flying away shrugs, and gets along with his day.
Spider-Man pulls the paper to him as they land on the apartment complex. He looks at Lena, "Lets just be cool about this.. It looks like he is just misunderstanding" in a calm voice before he turns to Lar hoping to change the subject. He holds up the paper pointing to the date.. "Today.." he adds as he moves his hand flatly up and down around him. "This is Earth.. Welcome where are you from?" he glances back at Lena hoping she gets it as if this guy were to become upset at them it would be very bad. Though he has never really been openly hostile even a stomped foot could be an issue. Spider-Man knew this because it had him time to get used to his strength, and from what he seen he wasn't sure if he was as strong as the one standing infront of him.
*
"Let go of-" Before she can say 'me' she's up and in the air. A scream rips from her throat as her body clings around Lar as tightly as possible. The speed of it all causes her lungs to empty and her body to tremble, fingers clamping down as tightly as possible, though one hand is stronger than the other due to obvious reasons. Once down she shudders, glaring Lar's way. "You can't do that, Lar!" She chastizes, shaking her head and pacing away from him.
"I know he doesn't understand. He doesn't speak our language." She mutters to the Spider, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "He also knows already that he crashed, where he is, and the yearly date." Rubbing her eyes, she turns and faces the pair directly, arms crossing under her chest. It's only then that it hit her. Purposefully or not, she glares toward Parker. "Did you just cold pun me?"
*
When Lena makes her displeasure obvious, Lar tries to pat her apologetically, as gently as he can. Well at least this time he doesn't seem to cause any pain. See, he's learning. "Sorry?" The word seemed right before, so maybe it was right this time, too.
He studies the newspaper Peter is holding up, though it mostly just looks like gibberish to him. Zoom told him what year it was earlier, though he has never heard of 'Earth'. At least not that he can remember.
*
Spider man gives an, "Oh… well fine then." crumpling up the news paper he tosses it off the roof into one of the open trash cans on the street level. "Well how am I supposed to know these things!" he shrugs a bit walking to the ledge.. "Come out to a alien wreck, meet new people, have a few laughs.." and shakes his head before turning to look at her with a smile.. "You don't like puns either.. Wow your so cold!" obviously he doesn't even realize he is doing it just talking like he does.
He turns to look at Lar again, and kind of walks around him in a small circle.. "Humm.. nothing about him looks familar from the other aliens I have seen.." he thinks for a moment then yells out. "A ha! I got it.. The Titans, they have aliens maybe they could help him, or at least do something he could understand. Either that or maybe… you can get that device your boss was using?" he asks looking at Lena with a questioning look. "It seemed it worked for him to communicate?"
*
Lena nods to Lar's sorry. He was right, great job! Frosting over she smirks, darkly, toward Parker. "Oh I like puns…more so when I like the person rattling them off. Breathe, kid. Your lungs will give out if you don't take a hot second and shut your trap." As he talks of the Titans, she moves around the building's top to see if there was an exit point of some type. A door. A ladder. Anything.
"He's not my boss." She warns, finger up. "I don't have bosses…Also, I'm not sure that will work since I don't have his suit. If it's fitted to only him, I wouldn't be able to use it anyway." Finger down, she shrugs. "If I got a look at it, pending the technology wasn't to advanced for me, I could make my own, though."
*
Lar watches as Peter crumples up the newspaper and tosses it into a dumpster down below. He sighs. Ugh, there are so many things he wants to ask, but doesn't know how to. Like, this 'Earth', what sector is it in? Um, um, umm…
He zips off down toward that same dumpster the newspaper fell into, picking it back up and returning to the pair on the roof. Then he proceeds to try to uncrumple it, although it ends up tearing most of it to shreds instead.
However, there is one page with a cartoony sort of picture of the Earth, maybe it's the logo for some environmentally conscious event promoting recycling or something. At this point the page is kind of ripped up but at least the picture is mostly intact so he holds it out and points at it.
*
Spiderman nods, to her and falls silent a moment thinking. "Who doesn't like the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man he asks hopping to land infront of her on the edge when she is looking for a ladder. "If it is keyed to his DNA you wouldn't to far anyway you are right." he rubs his chin over the mask thinking as she checks other ways out though he doesn't think it wise to poke further on the boss thing. "Wait… Frosty why don't we make one? I mean language is just a code. With the right stuff, I might know someone who could help you and keep quiet about the whole thing.. Though he is a bit of a fan boy to the whole Super-Hero, Villian thing." he sighs, seeming like whoever it was he didn't want to mention it.
He looks at Lar then at Lena as it was for the greater good.. "His name is Peter Parker, some photographer for Daily Bugle. He might seem like an idiot, but he is really smart when it comes to this tech… stuff.." he kinda fades off as Lar moves down to grab a piece of paper, and returns kinda of quickly. "Of course doesn't know anyhing, but still gets on me for not recycling.. That is New York for ya." and chuckles walking up slowly he looks at the paper. He nods, and points to the ground and the he picture saying again.. "Earth!" with a smile patting Lar on the shoulder. "Listen go find Peter he will be able to help you with this, and maybe he might be able to understand what your friend wants." He shoots a web to the next building, "I don't know why Frosty, but I like you.. not that way of course, but I think you can be trusted with this by yourself." he shrugs, "Maybe you are right, and I don't know anything about you.. But I have faith in what you have done already shows your not that bad just maybe mislead at times." and with that he hops off swinging away. He left them with a lead to trace down when they were ready, and a wave! "Good Luck!" can be heard as he turns a corner around a building!
*
Lena is silent as the Spider rattles on. The horribly familiar 'whoosh' of someone with super speed rushing off causes her to close her eyes and brace herself against the rush of wind from kickoff and return. Without another word she stoicly watches after the web-slinger. "I don't think I'm going to do that." She decides, glancing back toward Lar and bobbing her shoulders. "I usually don't trust people that know me before I know them." And with Lena, trust was a /huge/ issue. Perhaps she had found a way down, but now Lar was standing there with his picture of 'Earth'. A few strides closer, she nods up his way, repeating the word, "Earth. It's not drawn correctly, but Earth." She points all around them.
*
The comment about recycling and such, just gets a blank look. Lar nods, as the two of them keep saying 'Earth'. Yes, yes he knows -that- part. He puts the picture on the ground, and then takes other pieces of the torn-up newspaper and puts them on the ground too, arranging them around the picture to symbolize other celestial bodies in whatever sector of space this was, then gestures at the makeshift 'collage' in general.
When Peter takes off, this time it doesn't seem to upset him, since Spiderman doesn't appear to be upset, either. So he lets it go.
*
Lena cants her head, watching the display of a new 'picture'. Blinking, she parts her lips, gasping in as she finally seems to understand what he's saying. "Oh, oh! Right. Milky Way Galaxy. One Sun," she points with her finger toward that firey, golden orb in the sky. "Eight planets, though…I still dig Pluto." A smirk, she licks her lips and looks around the picture again. Leaning down, she places a finger on the paper, setting them out to display this galaxy specifically. "Sun." She starts, pointing skyward once more. Then, three 'planets' over, she speaks again. "Earth." Allowing him some idea of where this planet stands in the line up. Eyeing him for a moment, she nibbles at her lower lip before saying a few words. "2814?"
*
Lar watches intently as Lena tries to explain Earth in the context of the rest of the galaxy. It takes a moment, but he finally seems to get it. Well not the part about digging Pluto, but the important parts, anyway. 2814, that was it! He nods. Still doesn't explain everything, but at least, it's a step. "Sector two eight one four."
*
"I guess. I have no idea what that means." It was a number she heard in passing here and there, her jobs taking her interesting places now and then. "2814." She repeats and smiles gently. It wasn't something clear to her, but it was something that at least made him happy. Studying his face, having watched him move about, the very look of him, she swallows and questions gently. "Krypton?" Everyone heard of the 'Last Son of Krypton'. Men from the sky? It was reasonable, right?
*
Yes, 2814, that at least Lar does remember—if somewhat vaguely. Still not sure exactly how he got here or why he is here, but again, it's a step, if a small one.
But he frowns when she mentions Krypton. Did these people have relations with Krypton? Well, before it was destroyed. Or rather, before they destroyed -themselves-.
He sighs, gathering up the small paper mess on the ground he had just made and crumpling it back up. Then he looks back up at her, shaking his head. "Gone."
*
A tenderness comes to her features She frowns as he had, nodding toward him. "I know." So the story goes. The why wasn't really said, but news reports and the like gave at least some understanding of where Kal-El had come from, and what had happened to his home world. "Sorry." She murmurs now, a word he understood.
Hand out, she motions his way. "Kryptonian?" She questions, blinking gently. Hand to her chest, she explains, "Earthling." Then her hand goes back to him, inquiring where he's from.
*
Lar arches a brow at her, appearing a little puzzled as to why she is sorry. Was it for screaming earlier? "Why?" he asks, watching her curiously. Yeah, he sort of understands 'sorry'. But not quite, it seems.
He shakes his head a bit fervently at the question of being Kryptonian. There's a pensive pause, because he's not quite sure how to answer her question in her language, despite at least comprehending her. Sometimes, speaking and understanding are different. Instead, he takes out a small palm-sized device that projects some kind of holographic map of sector 1760, and points to where Daxam is, which is near where Krypton used to be. Of course, she can't read the language it's in, but it's something.
*
"Why?" She repeats, her brows sloping before she explains. "For Krypton." Did she know what happened to the planet with its red sun? Not at all, but saying it had brought that sombe expression to his face. That alone was worthy of an apology from the snow queen. Once he pulls the device out, she seems to lighten up instantly. Inching closer, she reaches out and hovers her fingers across it. Giving it a soft prodding, she leans closer to study it directly. Seeing the space and scene set before them, she runs her fingers through it, her face beaming. She didn't understand the language, but it was a marvel none the less.
*
For Krypton? Lar doesn't really think Krypton deserves anyone to be sorry for it. What happened there, its people had brought on themselves. He sort of shrugs dismissively at the notion, but also lightens up when Lena appears enthralled by the map. The images project themselves onto her skin as she waves her hands through it.
Chuckling, he presses a button on the side and it zooms out, showing the entire galaxy, including 2814 and the Sol system where Earth is. He points at said sector. "Here." As the sun starts to set, the holograms become more vivid in the dark.
*
Lena watches the diplay shift and change, painting her hands before she pulls back and simply allows it to glow. In the darkness, she sees the new map, sectors and all. Earth, there she is, and with that understanding now under their belt, she grins and nods. "Here." She confirms. "Good job." She offers another thumb's up before focusing on Lar. "Lar," she voices to gain his attention. "Are you thirsty?" A mime of drinking, "Hungry?" A mime of eating. "Tired?" She asks now, resting her head on her hands as if she were sleeping.
*
Lar smiles back at her when she confirms he's right. Getting there, at least! He noticed that thumb thing earlier, too, and starts to imitate it after putting the map away.
He shakes his head when she asks if he's hungry or thirsty or tired, but instead imitates her and points at her. He doesn't want to keep her from resting, if needed.
Earlier when Lena was searching for an exit off of the roof, she may have come across a fire escape that came up the side of the building. Now as they are talking, footsteps can be heard coming up it from the ground floor, and with them a conversation.
"…detail reported seeing someone else leaving the crash site."
"And Dvora's people said the kid put a hole in a slot machine with his -bare hands-? Damn."
"No doubt—serious business here."
*
Lena giggles, the sound bubbly and genuine as she notices his hand flex, and thumb up. Asking her the same, she shakes her head; apparently she's fine for now. The voices, however, cause her to tense up and move to stand infront of the alien. She was set there, ready to protect him. Reaching back, she presses her hand upon his stomach and pushes back, trying to lead him away, toward something, anything, they could hide behind. Looking up toward him, there's an urgency in her eyes.
*
Lar was aware of those two guys, yes. Probably since even before Lena was, but he saw no reason to consider them a threat. Of course, he probably doesn't know they're talking about him. He looks down at her hand when she tries to push him back, then back up at her face, looking somewhat puzzled. Well, she certainly knows this planet better than he does, so decides to trust her on this, stepping back. Although…there isn't really much up here to hide behind, so he just kind of gets behind her.
"They find anything good on the ship?"
"If by 'good' you mean 'weird', yeah—plenty of it. That is, before that lightning guy came through. Especially that weird kryptonite serum."
"What's it do?"
"Dunno exactly, seems to stick to lead really well, though—at least that's what the techs said."
The foosteps come closer and closer, and soon enough two men come up onto the roof. They aren't uniformed or anything, but from the conversation anyone could probably tell they're feds of some kind. They don't draw their weapons or anything yet upon seeing her, though they are ready to do so if needed. The taller, more built one peers at her, then addresses her. "Ahem excuse me, ma'am, but I'm pretty sure that kid you're with isn't just a kid and may be dangerous."
*
Kryptonite serum? Her brow quirks up as she continues listening to the conversation being had. Soon, they'd be out of rooftop and there was no where left to go. For now. Her hand keeps its place on his stomach, allowing him both contact and the display of her standing before him. Granted, he could do much, much more than mere mortal she could.
"He's not dangerous, he's just not from around these parts." Swallowing, she eyes them both over. "Usually suits are dangerous to folks like myself and my friend here. I also don't like being hunted down. I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate that either. What do you want?" She asks, one hand out. "Also, keep your distance. Stay over there."
*
Lar cooperates with Lena for the time being, watching the men curiously.
The man who had spoken first puts his hands out in an attempt at a placating gesture. "Look, forget any stereotypes you have stuck in your head. We don't want hurt to anyone, all right? We just want to make sure you, and everyone around you stays safe."
The other man, who is of a bit lesser stature, seems more ready to whip out a gun than the other. "And how do you know he's not dangerous? He tell you? And if that's the case, why won't he tell -us-?" He tilts his head a little bit, trying to get a better look at Lar. "If you knew what was good for you, you'd stay out of this and let us handle the mysterious extra-terrestrials you know nothing about."
*
"Everyone is safe. He hasn't hurt anyone and isn't going to. Not on purpose." She explains, her eyes setting into a glare once the other man starts speaking down to her. "He didn't have to tell me anything, he showed me. Actions speaking louder and all that." Smirking, she eyes up toward Lar and then back toward the men. "He's not someone to handle, he's someone to help. I know what's best for me. Trusting you isn't one of them."
Her finger tightens a bit on Lar's shirt, another step back to press her back against his torso. "I'll ask one more time. What do you want? And keep your hand away from your jackets and hips. I'm not stupid and I will fire back, I promise you that."
*
"We told you." The larger man replies. "Let the experts handle this situation. It's for your own good, I promise." He shrugs. "All right lady I'm going to be straight with you. The alien comes with us, whether you like it or not. And if you resist too much, -you- might be coming with us, too." he threatens, his hand going toward his weapon. "Now, step away and go home or wherever you're comfy, before you cause yourself and us a lot of unneccessary headache. I don't want a mess any more than you do."
From the way he's talking, it's definitely a possibility that they aren't alone.
*
Lena whistles, both of her arms up now, hands down so that her wrists are open and lined up. "Easy now…I don't think he has to go anywhere. Consider him a refuge, if you will, and that means he has rights. He can go where he wants to go. You can /try/ taking me in if you'd like. I don't go easy, either." There's a hum and soft glow coming from around her wrists, the girl's pale flesh turning a touch more frost hinted. This wasn't good, she knew that.
"Lar," she asks softly. "Go?" She asks. Did he understand they wanted him? Did he understand the situation? Her brows furrow before she lowers one arm, the other still up and at the ready. "Compromise. Let me ask him if he wants to go with you, hmm? Fair enough?"
*
The men notice the frost forming, and they tense up, seeing as it seems this woman might be a bit more of a handful than they expected…but they do have teams on standby, so they are still resolute. "Refugee rights apply to -human beings-." The shorter one corrects. "That being right there is no human."
They glance at each other incredulously when she suggests they let her ask him. Right, well—maybe she'd stand down if whatever that was seemed to her to actually want to go with them, so they shrug. "Pffh…fine."
Lar blinks at her—nope, it seems he has no comprehension of what exactly they want. But alas, he doesn't know how to ask her what they want. Well, he's ready to protect her if they attack, that's for sure.
*
"Don't move or I swear I'll make you freeze in the most literal sense possible." She warns, looking at Lar and making a pitiful face as she knew damn well he didn't know what was going on. Trying to think, put it all together, she huffs a breath and asks. "What are you going to do with him?" A glance back, she lifts her other hand, and as before, starts frosting a section to use for illustration purposes. Until she had another way of linking words together, she'd have to use what worked. "Quickly now, boys. What are you going to do with him? Are you just going to drag him off? Restrain him? I got a thing against cages, too."
*
"I'm afraid that's none of your business. Now, walk away. We won't ask again." The taller man says, and the two of them finally pull their weapons. "Was hoping it wouldn't come down to this, but you're not exactly making this easy."
"Sorry…" Lar whispers when Lena makes that face at him. Though he tenses up when the men pull weapons. Oh, he knows what guns are. And he's not going to let any of their ammuntion hurt Lena or anyone for that matter.
*
"I said take it easy! He doesn't understand English so I have to ask him in a way he'll understand." She exclaims, guns up and now both of her arms pointing in their direction. "I'm making this as easy as it can be if you'd have some fucking patience." Back against Lar, she shakes her head. "No, honey, it's ok…" She assures him, her tone different where the alien was concerned.
"Now, last go. Are you going to allow me to actually communicate with him, or do you have too much of a hunt-and-capture hardon for me to do that? Hmm? What's it going to be?"
*
The two men glance at each other, looking kind of frustrated, but they finally agree. "Well hurry it up then!" The shorter one says, though they don't lower their weapons, as if expecting her to attack them instead while their guard is down.
Lar arches a brow at Lena, unsure of what 'honey' means.
*
There was no time to explain endearments now. In some sign of 'trust', she lowers one arm to give herself a free hand to draw with. The other, however, is still up, glowing, humming, ready. "Lar," she motions for him to kneel down with her as her finger starts to move. She makes people (not good people, mind) and demonstraits who each are. Two for the men with guns and one for him. She draws an arrow from him to the two men, with a question mark beside it. "Do you," pointing his way. "Want to go," motioning movement, "with them?" Pointing to the pair.
She then draws Lar's figure before setting around him bars like a cage. It was all the warning she could offer without full words and sentences. In silence, from the vibe alone, she makes a shape of the building. Pointing at it, and the roof top they were on. She then starts making marks around it, dots for more people. Soon, those shapes surround the building.
*
Oh, Lar knows there are others around. He just doesn't know they're after -him-. He stares at the makeshift drawing for a few minutes, trying to make sense of it, but stick figures are stick figures and he's not sure who they are supposed to represent. Also that squiggly line that looks like part of some Kryptonian crest he thinks he's seen before but can't remember doesn't seem to make sense in context.
But on the drawing on the building, he adds a bit higher up and a distance off, a helicopter, and also, more buildings and people on the top of those other buildings. Certainly, that will help with whatever plan she is trying to come up with?
*
Lena watches, knitting her brows at what he was showing her, things she didn't even see or notice. She hisses a swear under her breath and then looks Lar's way. With a shake of her head and a pensive stare, she attempts to show him, tell him, those people were not hers. "No," she whispers. Pointing at his drawing, then herself, she gives another shake of her head. "Not mine." Eyeing the men's way, she looks back to Lar and licks her lips, biting the lower of the pair. She really, really needed to find a way to speak with him. For now, she didn't have that. This was getting heavy.
Lowering her arm, she sighs and relents, seeming to give up. Stepping to Lar, she offers him a smile and reaches out, wrapping an arm around his torso. "Up." She whispers, pointing to the sky. Just like they had before arriving on this rooftop. "Go. Up." Now, both arms cling around him, gripping tightly.
*
Lar looks concerned when Lena shakes her head and frowns. Oh no, did he do the wrong thing? "Sorry?" he says again, looking apologetic. Then she grabs his torso and points up. He stares at her, confused. He thought she didn't like doing that? Why does she want him to do it again?
Meanwhile, the feds have lost their patience. They didn't come out here to watch people making finger drawings on frosty surfaces, and they've already wasted enough time trying to negotiate with this woman. Suddenly, without another word they open fire. But before anything can hit Lena, Lar has already dashed in front of her, blocking the shots—which, he'd find out when he does, that they are actually non-lethal stun rounds of some sort.
While he's examining those though, several more men grapple to the roof and attempt to ambush Lena from behind.
*
"Heaven sake, Lar…I need to teach you about when it's time to run away." She hears the guns go off, her body tensing up in some hope they hit her center mass and not in the head. When Lar dashes around, her body does, too, spinning in a circle before her fingers finally let him go. He didn't go up, like she requested, but now studies the rounds.
Her heart starts drumming against her chest, she could hear it within her ears, hammering within her head as she had something to consider. Help Lar, in her own way, or run so not to get caught. Where would they take her? What would they do to her. The setting was becoming terrifying for the snow bunny.
"I don't want to hurt you," she warns, even as her arm guns flare off a brilliant, dazzling light of electric blue. The air around her shifts, dropping in temperature as she sweeps along the anchor points of the hooks. Across, then up, forming a taller barrier of ice, she ceases her shot and pants, turning around to face Lar. "Please," she trembles. "We have to get out of here. Lar…up. Up! Please!"
*
The ice barrier temporarily blocks off the attack, since the assailants hadn't expect that one. They start trying to go around, though it will take him a few extra seconds. In that time, Lar has rushed the two men who had tried to talk to her, just relieving them of their weapons before they can even blink twice. Stunned, they find themselves empty-handed all of a sudden.
The Daxamite turns, seeing Lena trying to defend herself from another group. He finally seems to get the memo, and sweeps her up into the air, the air roaring as it rushes past her. Of course, now that helicopter he'd drawn out earlier is after them, and a sniper of sorts if leaning out of a window. Most likely still using those stun rounds.
*
It was different from when she travelled with Zoom. Zoom knew what he was doing, and his ability to manipulate the speed force was a protective barrier. This one, Lar Gand, was still new with these abilities. She braces, as best she can, her body turning in and against his chest as they're up and away. It seems that this time, when it was something she wanted and for good reason, there was no yelling for her part. She's also thankful that here, in the air, with wind whipping across them, she could take the chill more readily than most. She heard the chopper, and with a dig of her fingers against his chest and around his shoulders, she swallows. "Faster." She urges gently. "Lar, we have to get away."
*
Yeah, Lar doesn't really know exactly what he's doing, after all he only recently realized that flying was apparently something he could do. And when the chopper approaches, he does speed up, easily outrunning—or rather, outflying it. It's a good thing Lena can put up with the cold pretty well, because at this altitude and with the air movement it is -very- cold.
When they're finally out of range, he sets her down on the balcony of clothing store that is closed for the night. "Lena." he points at her. "Home?"
*
She held up well enough, and when it was all over, she finds her feet and releases the held air in her lungs. Hearing her name she listens to him, hearing the question and looking around where they were. Turning back his way, she offers her hand to him. Bruised, it's the same hand as before. "Lar," she begins. "Come with me?"
*
Lar studies the hand, feeling kind of bad about the bruises he'd unintentionally inflicted earlier. Part of him is afraid he'll injure it more, but eventually he obliges, being as careful as he can to be gentle and light. A glance is spared toward some of the clothing display in the window of the store though. Maybe he should get some clothing that was….less strange for around here.
*
Lena claims his hand and looks in the same direction as he was. "I'll grab you something." She promises, regardless of his understanding of the statement. Pulling him closer, she motions for him to go up again, this time with the addage of directions. She had a place in mind and thankfully, they could reach it from a height.
Up, up and…that way, they eventually land on a different balcony, this one belonging to a somewhat posh looking penthouse. Landing, she digs around at some inner pockets before producing a key and slipping in. Allowing him in, she closes the door behind them. Stepping off to a digital pad, she presses a few buttons and disarms the plush living area. Lights come on, dim but there, the girl peeling off her parka and tossing it aside. He could see now the wrist mounted weaponry on her arms. Taking his hand again, it was time for the tour.
She shows him the kitchen, what was to drink, and to eat with miming, of course. The restroom…she might have to explain that later. The bedroom: Aliens had beds, right? And then a closet. Shuffling through the clothing, she eyes it, then him and back again. "Russo isn't exactly your size but…there's something baggy in here you can use if you want. I'll get you something else." Each room is spoken about with patience, and names of everything she was displaying.
*
Lar follows Lena into the very nice penthouse. Seems she isn't bad off at all, right? He listens intently to the tour, even if he might not understand everything she's describing. Though he is careful not to touch anything, for fear he might damage it.
When they stop at the closet, he hesitates a moment until he figures she's inviting him to borrow some of the clothes. So he does what he can to find a few things that suit him, nodding his thanks.
*
Lena nods and pulls back, allowing him some privacy so that he could get dressed. Exiting the room, she takes a breath and brushes her fingers through her dark hair, shaking it about and exhaling with a light bluster from her lips. "Ok, Snart, think..what do you do with Superman Jr. now that you have him here?" Translator? Reading classes online? Flash cards? Alphebet? Seasame Street? Rubbing along her chin, she shakes her head and then moves off down the hallway, emptying herself into the kitchen for a drink. It's only there that she removes the cryo-guns from her wrists and sets them aside.
Whiskey. It was a whiskey type of night.
*
Lar goes to change into some more normal looking clothing for a human his age, and in doing so finds some…other items that apparently in the clothes he came in. He comes out into the living room and sits down on the sofa, setting a couple of vials of a strange pale yellow liquid and a ring with a black and gold colored insignia of some sort on it on the coffee table.
*
Lena exits the kitchen, her boots off by now and tossed somewhere over where her jacket was. Drink in hand, she more so chugs it down than nurses it. There was a second glass, however, as she offers it his way, showing it's his, before setting it on the table before him. Eyeing the items she blinks curiously, sitting on the floor before him and leaning closer, a finger out to carefully press at the ring. Vials of liquid, that was not for poking.
*
Lar takes the drink and peers at it briefly before trying it. He tries not to make a face, as it does not taste good at all, but it's only polite to take what is offered by someone who is trying to help. Anyway, he downs it quickly so he doesn't have to taste it too much.
The ring doesn't really do anything when poked at other than what you'd expect a ring to do—maybe a roll a little bit.
*
His distain for the drink causes the girl to lighten up. She giggles and shakes her head. "Silly," before taking his cup away and going back into the kitchen. This time, she tries something else. Juice - Who didn't like juice? Blood and Navel orange together, she sets it down and motions for him to dry it. "If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it." She promises, taking a seat and watching him. Considering what she said, she demonstrates with her empty glass. 'Drinking', she shows a face of enjoyment and that thumb's up, then 'drinks' more. Then she does it again, this time twisting up her face like he had. Once done, she sets the glass aside and gives another thumb's up. It was ok to say no.
Back to the ring, and the vial, she points to either and quirks a brow in question. "Home?" She asks. "Mission?"
*
Oh, oops. Lar didn't mean to make it so obvious that he didn't like that drink. He watches her intently, but interprets that wrong, thinking she meant that it would be better if he drank more. But then she gives him something else, so maybe that wasn't what she meant. Well he takes the juice anyway—which is better.
At the question about the items on the table, he shrugs. He really can't remember what they were for or why he had them.
Emptying the glass of juice, he starts to set it down on the table, but winces suddenly, dropping it with a clatter to the floor. For a moment, he seems to bein a lot of pain for some reason, and his complexion seems to pale.
*
"Lar? Lar!" She scrambles up to his side, careful of the glass and even pushing some of it away with a brush of a pillow so he wouldn't cut himself. Cut himself…the man who strugged off a bullet (stunning or not). "Hey…" She whispers, hands up she presses around his face, trying to see if he was starting to suffer and run hot. Her touch was somewhat crisp and cool all its own. "Lar…dammit, hey…try talking to me. What's wrong?" Eyes wide, she looks toward the juice. "Shit, did I just poison my space-man?"
*
The pain seems to intensify as Lar doubles over, and when she touches him, he has broken into a cold sweat. His eyes start to glow red, and he tries to push her away—he's losing control, and hopefully the effort to get her out of the way was successful because his thermal vision suddenly goes off, cutting into the balcony door they just came through earlier. Fortunately, it's only a brief moment before it stops, and the pain seems to have passed or at least lessened. Though he does still look a little bit pale.
*
"Lar, Jesus…I'll get you something…" Then he's pushing her away and that rage is ripping through his eyes and soon enough, through the house. Finally, it was something shocking to her. Fallen back, a bounce on the floor, she sits back and pants, pale gaze wide and round. Soon, it was over and left the girl scrambling his way. "Lar…" she coos soothingly, brushing across his brow and setting a hand to his throat for a pulse. She side-eyes the juice and whiskey, tsking, "Ok…no more of that." She murmurs to herself.
*
Well, Lar -seems- to be all right, aside from the paleness. At least for now. His eyes widen at the damage he just did to the house. "Sorry!" he exclaims. "Sorry…" he repeats, because he really feels bad about -that- one. But glad she wasn't hurt. He glances at the drinks, shaking his head. He doesn't think they had anything to do with that. But what it was exactly, he isn't sure of, either.
As a matter of fact, he isn't sure what happened to him before he came here, or where these items came from. He picks up the ring and holds it in front of her, then shrugs and puts it back down. "No memory…"
*
"Well…you're learning." She nods, pressing her lips to his brow and stepping way. She had some cleaning up to do, of course. "Careful of the glass." She warns before returning, offering him a glass of water. Should he take it, or not, its left for him, and she begins sweeping up shards and padding the rest with a damp cloth. The glass of the door was, well, bulletproof, but not lazer proof. Sighing, she scratches at her head. "I…don't know how to tell Billy about this one. I'll get it fixed though. Somehow."
*
Lar takes the offered water. For some reason, he is sure whatever is plaguing him has nothing to do with anything in Lena's house. He helps her pick up the broken glass, not really being careful at all as she'd warned, but despite that it doesn't cut him at all, in fact he ends up breaking some of them up even further before depositing them in whatever she's using to collect the mess.
He nods when she says he's learning, pointing at the glass on the floor. "Glass." Then he points at the non-broken glass that had the water in it. "Glass?"
*
Lena smiles and nods. "Yes. Glass." Brow up, she looks as if a sliver of pride was running through her now. Clean up done, she works at pulling the secure blinds against the shattered door. It would close things off for now, she could worry about it in the morning. Returning to Lar, she reaches out to check his temperature once more. "Ill?" She asks? "Hurt?" She asks again, now gently pressing at the side of his head.
*
Lar smiles back, oh good, he was right this time. He watches her pull the shades closed, then touch his head again. He doesn't seem to be running a fever, but then again do aliens run a fever? At her question, he shrugs. "Don't know." he replies. He points in the direction of one of the bedrooms. "Tired?"
He does seem…considerably less vibrant than earlier, though if you think about it, it actually happened over time, not exactly all at once just now with that spike of pain.
*
Good, they were starting to understand. Giving a wave of her hand, she offers him to follow after her as they retreat down the bedroom. Ushering him in once more, she motions toward the bed. "Sleep." She tells him, keeping her space at the door so not to interupt him or intrude on the space she offers. She points at herself and then motions to a door just across the hall. "I'll be there."
*
Lar follows Lena to the bedroom, and then goes to sit down on the bed. He does seem a bit lethargic, but whether it's because he's just tired, or whether it's because he is actually seriously ill or poisoned, she'll have to find out later.
He nods after she lets him know where she'll be for the night. "O-okay. Good night, Lena." he says before she retreats to her own room. Oh look he actually just said a full English sentence consisting of more than one word, how about that.
Meanwhile, those two vials of strange liquid and the ring are still sitting on the coffee table in the living room…
*
"Good night, Lar." She closes the door behind herself and pads down the hall. Those items that were left out are soon in her grip, and then in her room with her once she retreats for the evening.