Wolf at the Door

Summary:
August 02 2014: Fenris finally follows up on the mysterious May from 'Transportation'. She's not pleased.

Austin Texas

Two Time Zones away from SHIELD HQ. What exactly May was doing here… is classified


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In the end, it had been curiosity that brought him there. Oh, there were other reasons to be sure, but to a two thousand year old god-wolf, curiosity is a strong motivating factor. Finding something to serve as an anchor point to track her had been a trick. Finally he ended using the sign she'd used as an improvised axe. It had lead him to a house… he wasn't quite sure where. Looked nice though. Hopefully no one noticed him portalling in. Should be simple enough to just knock on the door. Or at least, Fenris hoped so.

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It's a SHIELD safe house two time zones away from New York, southeast of Austin Texas and within easy walking distance of a tiny helipad and grass airstrip less than five miles from the Texas Capitol's proper international airport. The house itself is tiny, appearing to be a manufactured home placed on a small lot across from an ostentatiously brick-fenced property. There are a few lights on inside the house, but at the knock, no one answers.

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Fenris frowns. He's quite certain someone connected to the mysterious woman from transportation is about. Or… at least… he thinks so. He knocks again. He doesn’t often get these kinds of things wrong but it does happen every few centuries.

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The second knocking attempt nearly conceals stealthy footfalls and the click of a pistol's safety being removed, but the woman's voice while pitched low is clearly meant to be heard. "State your business here." She's about two feet outside of Fenris's reach, a rather run of the mill-looking 9mm pistol in her hands and aimed at his head.

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Fenris blinks. Not many can sneak up on him. Nor are many bold enough to point a gun at him. Well, that's not true. Slowly, curiously, he turns around. "I am looking for one May of Transportation. I believe she can be found here, yes?"

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Melinda May straightens and lowers the pistol, but it stays ready in her hands. "How did you find me?" Yes, she recognizes Fenris, but even so she's looking at the tall man VERY suspiciously, considering she's seen him turn a pendant into a sword and fight off a healthy handful of really unpleasant little … things.

"In honesty? Magic." Explaining exactly how would be a bit tiresome and likely not result in any understanding of what he did or how he did it.

"Do you intend to shoot me with that?" It's a sort of curious question. The man himself seems fairly relaxed. "We are… quite some distance from where I last saw you. You do not live in the City, I take it?"

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Appearing to be singularly unimpressed by the tall man's answer but knowing enough (now) to not scoff, May finally reengages the safety on the pistol. And yet, she doesn't invite the man into the house. "Why are you here?" She doesn't answer any of his questions, because in honesty, he doesn't need to know.

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"Because you piqued my curiosity." Fenris has no problems with honesty here. "There are not many mortals who would be willing to engage elder horrors from beyond the veil armed with only a bent 'no littering' sign and only one that I know of capable of doing so and emerging intact."

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Well. May clearly wasn't expecting complete honesty. But even so, there is NO way in hell she's letting this apparently magical person into her safe house. So, she makes a decision.

"Wait here." She disappears around the side of the house and after a moment, faint sounds can be heard from inside though likely too faint for anyone else to pick up. Then she opens the front door and steps out again, locking up the place behind herself. She's added a light hoodie type covering to her exercise attire, and the keyring in her hands also has a car key attached. No doubt it goes with the almost rental car looking vehicle sitting in the house's driveway. "We can't talk here." Well, they could, if Fenris wanted a globe-spanning spy organization to get him on their radar.

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He already is, not that he knows that. "A drive then? Perhaps coffee. My treat, if you wish." Fenris starts moving toward it as she indicates it. "Are you always armed when exercising?"

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Melinda May nods and unlocks the car doors with a beep, moving to climb into the driver's seat. "Yes." Technically yes. She's always armed, full stop, but there's no reason to reveal that right now. They start off, the streets evidence of how remotely located they actually are considering they're within fifteen miles of a state capitol. Luckily, considering the strange hours she keeps, May knows where the closest 24-hour place is. It's not /close/ if one uses NYC reckoning, but for Texas it's a very short 20 minute hop away.

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Fenris seems, really quite calm for having recently had a gun pointed at him. "I go by Jeremiah Wolfson, by the way, in case I did not introduce myself before." Considering when he came to earth, maybe that's not so unusual.

"A bit late to be exercising, is it not?"

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"I've been here less than two hours." Well, May did say she was in transportation, and pilots typically have very changeable hours. It's only about five minutes into their drive when the remote, BFE feel of the roads almost abruptly changes to suburban sprawl and another ten after that for the traffic to become truly city-crazy. "I take my opportunities when I can."

"Fair enough." Fenris concedes. Not everyone can portal around as he can. So convenient that.

"Tell me, May. What did your friends in 'transportation' have to say of our last meeting?" He wants to know what SHIELD is up to, of course. What anyone is doing about the threat he and precious few others are trying to contain.

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Melinda May has an answer guaranteed to shut down any conversation she doesn't want to be a part of. Want to know what it is?

"That's classified."

The car stops at a traffic intersection that is surprisingly busy this time of night. Apparently Austin doesn't sleep any more than NYC does.

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Like that's ever stopped Fenris. "I hope it's got a hermetic seal and a binding ward on it. If it's not brought under control soon, it's going to be very, very public." Ah well. Worst case scenario they're not doing anything. Which means that he's no worse off than he was before he met this mysterious 'May.'

"How is Steve doing these days. I've not had a chance to visit what with one thing and another and you seemed to be close."

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Melinda May turns left onto South Congress and drives more carefully now. This area has an almost shocking number of pedestrians considering the hour. They drive for a bit longer then pull into the parking lot of a busy restaurant. Very busy. No chance of privacy or funny business here.

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Fenris noted the lack of answer to his question, but does not chooese to press it at this time. Instead he looks about. Austin has changed since he was last in the area. More people. Lots more. But then a lot of things change in eighty years. When they turn in he smiles, gets out and if May isn't fast enough, she'll find him opening her door for her.

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Melinda May isn't fast enough. And she narrows her eyes at the tall man, even though another group of people also entering do take a moment to thank him cheerily as they precede May through the door. That's Austin, all right. Weird.

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Inside he lets May do all the talking to get seated. Not that she'll have to do much. Mostly Fenris just takes the opportunity to watch May in her natural element as it were, get a sense for who it is he's dealing with, maybe read her Aura a bit before they're seated and menus are presented. Hrmmmm… what sounds good…?

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One good thing about the late hour, there's almost no wait. May seems just as deadpan as usual as she requests seating for two and they are led to the small table. And even as mismatched as the pair are, they aren't remarkable at all. The place is a true melting pot with police officers, clubbers, bikers, hippies, and more all here at the same time.

After the teal-haired, pierced and tattooed waitress leaves them with their menus, she simply looks at Fenris and says nothing else after, "I haven't talked to Rogers since then." Where the heck did he get the idea that she and the Captain were 'close'?

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"Ah, I see. I'm sorry, you two seemed to have a rapport, and Steve always was very popular with the younger ones." Fenris is dead serious about that. No matter how old May is, she and Steve are practically the same age by his standards.

"My apologies if I misread the situation."

Looking over the menu he selects the eggs - poached thank you - and hashed browns. And coffee. Perfect. Just the thing after a trip to Iran.

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Melinda May asks for coffee, and nothing else. "Are you really just here out of curiosity?" Because really. What the heck is up with this guy?

"Not only for curiosity but mostly for it, yes. Unusual things pique my interest. And you are…" Fenris indicates his coffee companion. "…somewhat unusual. You bear no magic, claim no bloodline, and yet charge into battle agaisnt the creatures from beyond the Abyss and emerge victorious. Mighty heros with arsenals might quail at such a thought, let alone doing so with only skill and courage to see you through. Such a thing does not happen, May, but once in a few generations in my experience and those who can do so are generally rather… singular."

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Melinda May huffs out a faint scoff. "You clearly don't know where to look, then." After all, she's been doing exactly that for SHIELD for about half of her life. Granted, the 'bad guys' don't usually resemble squids, but a target is a target, and when they're up to no good, she'll stop them with as much prejudice as she wants.

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"I don't often have cause to. The Elder Ones remain thankfully quiescent in their prison. Most of the time. Every once in a while they make an attempt at the bars. I believe we are witnessing one such attempt. One, sadly, that has gained some momentum." He's going to have to check in on his allies and contacts. Soon. The more he can find out about what the hell is going on, the better.

"In any case, I think you may slightly underrate your own prowess. How many of your compatriots, May, could have accomplished what you did unarmed?"

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Melinda May takes a quick mental tally. Romanoff, efforlessly. Barton, just as easily. Coulson, with ease AND style. Fury, without a doubt. Hill, maybe, but then she's not just an efficient pencil-pusher. And that doesn't even take into account others in different regions. "Most of them."

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"Mmmm…" Fenris digests that piece of information. He'll have to ask Steve about this a bit later, this 'Transportation' group. If they really are that capable they'd be very useful in what's going on. Well, provided they don't get reaved like those poor sods out near Indian Lake. "I see. Perhaps I should look into that further then. Quite a mighty collection of heroes you claim to have."

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Melinda May scoffs again faintly, then takes a sip of her coffee. "Anything but heroes. Just people, trying to keep the balance of power on this planet from skewing too far in one direction or another." Fury would laugh in her face if he ever heard that description of SHIELD, but she honestly could not care less. It's vague enough to not give anything away while close enough to SHIELD's purpose to be more or less accurate.

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"I see." Fenris food arrives and he takes a bite. Not bad at all. "And do their calculations include the elder ones?"

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"They do now." May seems content with just her cup of coffee, and doesn't share that she's given the information to the NYPD as well, considering they have a group of detectives whose jobs are pretty much exactly this — dealing with the unexplained or supernatural.

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"Good. In that case I look forward to seeing you on the field." Simple as that. It does not occur to Fenris to question if perhaps they do not understand the scope of what they're dealing with.

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Melinda May doesn't think to question either. After all, what SHIELD doesn't already know, they learn. Quickly. That's the way it's always been. She looks at him oddly when he speaks that sentiment, because that's the whole point of SHIELD — to NOT be seen on the field. For any reason.

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Another mouthful. "What?" The predatory man smiles. "I daresay you seem either amused or confused. I'm not really sure which. You've a talent for that."

"If they have entered your calculus then we have a common enemy, and it is probably somewhat inevitable that we shall both be trying to stop them at the same time on occasion."

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Melinda May nods slightly, conceding that point to Wolfson. "Granted. But otherwise, expect to continue having no idea who my colleagues are. And don't bother trying to find out."

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That makes Fenris genuinely smile. "Were I younger, May, I might take that as a challenge. As it stands, rest assured I have no interest in prying into the secrets of people such as yourself or your colleges, whomever they are. However…" He pauses to pontificate with his fork. "I do expect like consideration. The measure of respect your group of 'transportation' specialists accords me and my secrets, in like measure shall they receive such consideration from me."

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Melinda May just looks at Wolfson for a long moment. "I can't promise that. I won't pry, but I can't be sure that no one else will. And I'm not the top of the pecking order, so I can't just tell others to drop it."

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Wolfson doesn't look like he'd be horribly, wrathfully upset if they did. He wasn't threatening, after all, just pointing out that what's good for the goose… "You can convey a message, can you not? If those above you make their choice, then it is their choice to make and no one, least of all me, shall hold you responsible in any way."

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Melinda May manages to NOT scoff this time. "Sure. I'll tell the boss types to not try and follow up on you. That'll go over well." Sarsasm. Yes, she has it. "Knowing one person in particular," coughHillcough, "conveying that message would only serve to make the intelligence machine to want to know even more."

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Fenris shrugs. "Act as you feel best. I don't feel any particular animus toward groups such as yours. I could not live as I do if I did." Another bite. Mmmm. Yummy hashed browns. "But I find that such groups learn best via the principle of reciprocity. Baffles me a bit but there you go." The predatory man rather shockingly amicably chats the taciturn May up for another twenty minutes or so before paying for her dinner and teleporting out, leaving her to her privacy.

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Melinda May is consistently uncooperative the entire time, and when he teleports out, she's left to drive back to her safe house alone. And that's fine with her.


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