The Eve
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
I'm excited. Clint invited me to spend Halloween with his family. We took a train out to some restaurant in Jersey, just outside Gotham. Apparently it's Laura's favorite place to eat.
I'm wearing my newly completed Avengers outfit. It's Halloween, so it shouldn't draw too much attention. It has a full-faced mask, no cape, and my hair is sensibly tied down where it can't catch on anything or be grabbed. The torso, upper arms, mask, and thighs are thoroughly bulletproof. And it has a plate skirt something like Xena's that's also bulletproof and has securely fastened pockets.
And the whole thing is heat resistant up to two thousand kelvin. Of course I might not survive that even if it were my own fire, but it does mean I can wash my clothes with molten lava in a pinch.
It looks a lot like the standard SHIELD blues, right down to the eagle patch on the shoulder and the holster at the hip. Empty right now, obviously. But deep red arrows run down the limbs in all the places that Aang had his tattoos. The mask is the closest recreation I could get to the Blue Spirit, except with a third eye on the forehead. It also doesn't have gloves. I tried a few designs, but found Bending to be a lot more difficult without full finger flexibility.
I still look ridiculous. But compared to a few of the other Avengers, fakecough Superman, I look like a badass. They gave me some design input, and I insisted on even more. I'm a little proud. Maybe not up to Edna's standards. But it'll do its job.
But since we're eating dinner, my mask is just on the table in front of me. I guess I might have thought about that before I came. I'm not terribly concerned about my identity though. There isn't a ton of light in here for anyone to recognize me by, even if I was anyone particularly recognizable.
Natasha walks in looking positively stunning. She's the fanciest-dressed person in the whole place. She takes the seat between me and Clint. I'm not surprised she's here, even though Clint didn't specifically mention her by name. She's definitely part of his family.
And her outfit is drawing all the eyes in the place. I don't bother to cover up where mine are straying, "You look good."
She smiles, "You too. I like the mask. Did you go with the bulletproof version or the Heads Up Display?"
I shake my head, "The Heads Up Display would have decreased the functional heat resistance by over a thousand degrees. I went for maximum durability."
"I assume the pockets were your idea? You wouldn't believe how hard it was for me to get mine. I had to carry a bag for almost a month."
I laugh, "I know. They fought me on that right up to manufacturing. But where else am I supposed to carry things? I don't know how Superman does it."
She looks down at my skirt again, "It looks like some of them are hardshell containers?"
I nod, "Built to hold water. I'm not good enough to fight with it yet, but I will be someday. And I can't generate my own like I can fire. Some of them are reserve oxygen for the mask too."
The waiter comes by and Natasha orders, "We'll have a bottle of the house white." The waiter writes it down and leaves. She turns back to me, "I hope you'll want some too, I'd rather not drink the whole bottle myself."
I put a hand dramatically to my chest, "Why Ms. Romanoff, I would love some!"
I look past her at Clint and see him browsing the menu with an amused smile, "When did you two get so chummy?"
I throw an arm around her shoulders for show, "We went on that recruitment drive together. Besides, we're the only two ladies on the team. Might as well be besties."
She smirks at me, "I'm not sure either of us qualify as ladies."
I look her over again, "In that dress?"
Laura sits down next to her husband, "Especially in that dress. Hi, Nat."
The kids line up between Laura and me, with Cooper Johnny Blaze taking the seat next to mine again.
Clint kisses his wife, "Are you here to rescue me? I've created a monster."
She looks at the two of us, "Looks like a friendly monster."
Natasha and I look at each other like 'yeah, right'. I giggle for a moment and then untangle myself to pick up the menu.
I'm wearing my newly completed Avengers outfit. It's Halloween, so it shouldn't draw too much attention. It has a full-faced mask, no cape, and my hair is sensibly tied down where it can't catch on anything or be grabbed. The torso, upper arms, mask, and thighs are thoroughly bulletproof. And it has a plate skirt something like Xena's that's also bulletproof and has securely fastened pockets.
And the whole thing is heat resistant up to two thousand kelvin. Of course I might not survive that even if it were my own fire, but it does mean I can wash my clothes with molten lava in a pinch.
It looks a lot like the standard SHIELD blues, right down to the eagle patch on the shoulder and the holster at the hip. Empty right now, obviously. But deep red arrows run down the limbs in all the places that Aang had his tattoos. The mask is the closest recreation I could get to the Blue Spirit, except with a third eye on the forehead. It also doesn't have gloves. I tried a few designs, but found Bending to be a lot more difficult without full finger flexibility.
I still look ridiculous. But compared to a few of the other Avengers, fakecough Superman, I look like a badass. They gave me some design input, and I insisted on even more. I'm a little proud. Maybe not up to Edna's standards. But it'll do its job.
But since we're eating dinner, my mask is just on the table in front of me. I guess I might have thought about that before I came. I'm not terribly concerned about my identity though. There isn't a ton of light in here for anyone to recognize me by, even if I was anyone particularly recognizable.
Natasha walks in looking positively stunning. She's the fanciest-dressed person in the whole place. She takes the seat between me and Clint. I'm not surprised she's here, even though Clint didn't specifically mention her by name. She's definitely part of his family.
And her outfit is drawing all the eyes in the place. I don't bother to cover up where mine are straying, "You look good."
She smiles, "You too. I like the mask. Did you go with the bulletproof version or the Heads Up Display?"
I shake my head, "The Heads Up Display would have decreased the functional heat resistance by over a thousand degrees. I went for maximum durability."
"I assume the pockets were your idea? You wouldn't believe how hard it was for me to get mine. I had to carry a bag for almost a month."
I laugh, "I know. They fought me on that right up to manufacturing. But where else am I supposed to carry things? I don't know how Superman does it."
She looks down at my skirt again, "It looks like some of them are hardshell containers?"
I nod, "Built to hold water. I'm not good enough to fight with it yet, but I will be someday. And I can't generate my own like I can fire. Some of them are reserve oxygen for the mask too."
The waiter comes by and Natasha orders, "We'll have a bottle of the house white." The waiter writes it down and leaves. She turns back to me, "I hope you'll want some too, I'd rather not drink the whole bottle myself."
I put a hand dramatically to my chest, "Why Ms. Romanoff, I would love some!"
I look past her at Clint and see him browsing the menu with an amused smile, "When did you two get so chummy?"
I throw an arm around her shoulders for show, "We went on that recruitment drive together. Besides, we're the only two ladies on the team. Might as well be besties."
She smirks at me, "I'm not sure either of us qualify as ladies."
I look her over again, "In that dress?"
Laura sits down next to her husband, "Especially in that dress. Hi, Nat."
The kids line up between Laura and me, with Cooper Johnny Blaze taking the seat next to mine again.
Clint kisses his wife, "Are you here to rescue me? I've created a monster."
She looks at the two of us, "Looks like a friendly monster."
Natasha and I look at each other like 'yeah, right'. I giggle for a moment and then untangle myself to pick up the menu.