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[ooc: Are you familiar with Carol/mind playing with her?]

[Bobbys sitting on a bench and hey! He too is eating some ice cream as well! ]

What flavor you get?

[ ooc: don't mind at all. prefer building cr from scratch, though. ]

[ And Steve, naturally, ambles by. He doesn't know the other guy from Adam, but there's no reason not to answer. Not on a nice evening like this. He holds up his cone so Bobby can see the trio of flavors. ]

Neapolitan. Chocolate, strawberry and vanilla.

Oh man you're braver than me.

[ He holds up his own cone to show it to Steve. ]

Mint chocolate chip. What's Neopolitan?

[ooc: Totally agree!]

[If there's one thing that Carol knows besides punching bad guys, it's where to get the best ice cream in Manhattan. And one of the food stands in Central Park has some of the best.

When a man a few people in front of her peels away with his, Carol pauses. She was away on a SHIELD mission when Loki and the Chitauri attacked, but she's fairly certain that he's Captain America.

So Carol hurriedly gets her ice cream and heads off after the man. She feels a little bad because he probably wanted to be left alone, but she's a little anxious to meet the man.]

Captain Rogers? [she asks as she approaches him.]

[ Also wandering the park, though he went for an NY hot dog and is trying to lose his bodyguard, a guy who's probably built a lot like Cap, but with a crew cut. So far, the bodyguard is managing to keep up with him. ]

[ If Steve really wanted to be left alone, he would have hidden in his apartment or busied himself with training at one of SHIELD's facilities. Considering he's gnawing on an ice cream cone, and taking the ambling route through Central Park, it's probably fair to say he won't mind the interruption.

The open, vaguely questioning look he presents her with once she calls out and he turns around probably bears that attitude out. ]

Yes, ma'am. Something I can help you with?

It's from Italy. Naples, actually. The taste isn't quite how I remember it, but pretty good.

[ He eyes the other man. ]

Why braver?

[ Steve doesn't recognize him specifically, but the bodyguard trailing just behind does seem to suggest the guy isn't your average, run of the mill, working stiff type.

So Steve smiles as he passes and raises his cone in lieu of speaking around a mouthful of ice cream. ]

[ Mitchell gives the tall, blond stranger a wry grimace-nod-acknowledgment at the ice-cream toast, lifting his hot dog in answer. ]

[ The blond bodyguard gives Cap a much more suspicious, wary look, as if trying to judge if Mr. Ice Cream is gonna go for his boss. ]

Hi, sir. I'm sorry to bother you. My name's Carol Danvers and I just wanted to say hello. I work with SHIELD, but I've been away for awhile.

[And Carol wishes that she had a better reason for stopping him in the park, but well, that's really all she had.]

There's a boy flopped on the grass in the park, apparently making a close study of dandelions. Not so odd, really. The odd part is when he carefully picks seed heads, tucks them in small plastic storage bags, and places the bags in a pocket on the backpack he has with him.

Then he happens to spot the man walking nearby - or rather the ice cream there. He looks around for a snack cart or something where the ice cream might have come from.

[Daine is seated on a park bench and engaged in silent conversation with a nearby squirrel, so she's not really paying attention when the man with ice cream cone passes by. Unfortunately, the large labrador mutt she has on a leash is paying attention - to the ice cream cone, at least. His nose follows the treat like a magnet, and just as the man is about to pass out of reach, the dog gives a hopeful little lunge in the cone's direction, tongue outstretched.

Daine really can't help but notice that, and is suitably horrified.] Sarge, leave be! [She doesn't so much as tug the leash, but the dog still ducks his head and pulls back his ears in canine guilt. To the stranger, she offers an apologetic wince.] Sorry about that. I should've been watching him closer.

[ That's -- huh. He lets that settle for a moment, and then switches his cone to his other hand in order to offer the right one for a handshake. ]

Nice to meet you, then, Miss Danvers.

[ New York dogs are pretty awesome, too. It's just that the day is hot and seemed more suited for ice cream.

And, no, Steve doesn't look like he's going to lunge for the suit. ]

Edited 2013-08-07 05:36 (UTC)

Well, it's not utterly and completely odd. The first idea Steve has, on seeing what the kid is doing, is that it's probably for a science project or something. Don't some schools have year 'round classes now? He thinks he read that somewhere on the internet.

And the ice cream vendor is behind Steve, across another expanse of grass and a foot trail.

[ Steve doesn't have that much experience with dogs. There was never enough money to keep one when he was a child, and most of the ones that ran around his neighborhood had gone a little wild. Not that they were adverse to sharing leftovers with a scrawny artist.

Of course, this doesn't let Steve off the hook for letting some of his treat 'accidentally' fall off the cone so the dog can reach it. ]

It's alright. Looks like I'm not the only strawberry fan around here.

And Quint sees it! He hops up from the grass, makes sure all the dandelion seeds are safely tucked away, and starts in that direction in the sort of brisk walk that implies he's trying very hard to not break into a run.

[Okay, this is actually going better than Carol expected. Next time she'll plan a little better.

She smiles and also transfers her ice cream cone to her left hand so she can shake his hand properly.]

You too, sir. And please, call me Carol.

He's a fan of everything. [But that hardly excuses his behavior, and she gives the dog a reproachful look. She'd thought Sarge was starting to get over his food fixation, but apparently she was wrong.] And he should probably apologize for his bad manners.

[Sarge gives her a mournful look, but Daine just raises an eyebrow at him and gives him a little, mental nudge. With an audible sigh, Sarge turns to the man, sits down, and offers a paw.]

Thank you, ma'am.

[ He's not sure about the first name basis, considering she works for the Colonel, but he'll keep it in mind. ]

I was going for a walk. Welcome to come along, unless you have other business.

Steve may keep an eye on the kid while he does. Not trying to interfere, just make sure he reaches the ice cream station okay.

Most of the dogs I've known were the same way. It's ... really, it's fine.

[ Although the sudden burst of canine manners startles a smile out of the soldier. Not wanting to be found just as lacking, he reaches out and gently shakes the paw. ]

[That's fair. She did just randomly accost him in the park.]

That would be really nice, thank you.

[And she falls into step with him.]

Also, I know that you're probably sick of hearing it, but what you and the rest of the Avengers did for the city was amazing. If there's ever another situation like that, I hope that I can tag along and help.

He knows better, though. [She says it decisively, but most of her annoyance dissipates as Sarge shakes the man's hand.] Any dog of mine would know better.

[Belatedly, she remembers that she needs to be hiding her magic, here.] I've a knack with animals. [Which doesn't begin to cover it, but it's an oft-uttered sentiment that flows easily.]

You're welcome.

[ Steve assumes he has no say on the roster. It was the master spy who brought his team together despite looming odds, and backed them up over objections and eventual betrayal. ]

That will most likely be up to Fury, you'd have to ask him. [ He shrugs casually. ] We did what we were supposed to do, that's all.

You want to thank the real heroes? Go visit a few firefighter and police precincts. Those guys were part of it, too.

Edited 2013-08-09 03:16 (UTC)

He's also a dog. Some things just are the way they are. [He who has never owned one in his life.]

Ah. Do you work at a shelter?

[Whether he did or not, Carol still wanted to put her interest on the table. Carol really wanted to do more with her powers, she just had to find the right outlet.]

And I have. He said as soon as there's a serious enough situation, he'll consider my request then.

That's a great idea. I will definitely do that.

[That's really no excuse, but Daine knows she can't very well argue the point without giving herself away, so she just shrugs.]

[It's one thing to be cautious, though, and quite another to lie. The latter doesn't come easily to her. Anyway, she's been told she wouldn't like working at a shelter, so she's been focusing on the strays in and around the park.] No, sir. [She snaps her fingers at Sarge, who returns to her side, tail wagging.] I've been doing my own rescue work. It's how I got this one.

Depending on how observant he is, several things might be noted. One, that the backpack Quint has slipped over one shoulder is so heavy the seams are strained on the straps, yet it doesn't seem to throw off his balance or inconvenience him in the least. Two, that he accidentally drops two cellphones out of it while retrieving cash for the ice cream. Three, that he pays for the ice cream with a $20 bill... after finding a second $20 bill stuck to that one and having to stuff it back in the pack. Possible observation number four, that he likes chocolate and caramel-pecan ice cream together, is rather mundane by comparison.