Whose Interview Is it?

Summary:
November 28, 2014: Kate Bishop meets with Steve Trevor, but whose interview is this?

The Triskelion

The Headquarters, Armory and Fortress of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics division is, for the most part, an unassailable tower in the midst of the diplomatic sprawl that is Midtown East. The primary intelligence clearing houses and most of SHIELD's senior leadership are all housed hear, along with a veritable army of agents and staff to keep the place running, the world spinning and the weirdness at bay.


Characters

NPCs
Anthony Bean


Mood Music: * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-O3kYrDPbI


Late evening at the Triskelion means the usual crowd of workers has thinned. Business hours never mean much to Kate, though. While Clint is taking care of some other business, she's slipped in without informing the other archer of her plans. Not so long ago, Clint told her about a group that was forming. One with some…connections to S.H.I.E.L.D., but not exactly a part of it. One he was going to be a part of. One he wanted her to be a part of. But as much as Kate cares about Clint, joining that sort of group isn't something she's going to do without doing some research. Which is how she's managed to get the night receptionist to page one Steve Trevor. Kate has a gift for convincing people.

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The response would not come immediately, nor would it come in a timely fashion, but a response would be forthcoming, it just would not be as expeditious as Miss Bishop had wanted. Eventually, the elevator doors would open, and a man with black hair would step out of it. He wore a non-descript business suit, like the kind you might expect a federal agent to wear. All he needed was the black glasses, which as he approached, could be made out as they hung from his jacket pocket. He stretched out a hand to greet Kate as he approached, and said, "Hello Miss Bishop. My name is Bean, Anthony Bean. Colonel Trevor is presently… indisposed, but he assures me that he will be down shortly. In the meantime, how may I be of assistance?" Well, it was a response, but not exactly what she was expecting. What could be keeping him?

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Kate is surprisingly patient. At least here. She may not be afraid of battles that are much too big for her, but she knows better than to make demands at S.H.I.E.L.D. Besides, it's more time to get in good with the receptionist. That's always worthwhile. When the other man shows up, she reaches out to take the offered hand, grip firm and smile tight. "Depends," she answers. "Are you read in on everything he deals with, or am I going to get reamed for telling you things by asking questions?"

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Tony Bean's reply is short and cryptic, "I'm well versed, Miss Bishop. You needn't worry." He didn't answer her question per say, but he implied that there would be little if anything she might say or ask that would come as a surprise to him. Gesturing towards the elevator with his left hand, he asks, "shall we?" And as if on cue, the elevator doors slide open again. How did he do that? Maybe he has something sewn into his jacket, or implanted in his hand that opens the darned thing when it comes into a certain proximity, or physical gesture is given? Whatever the reason, it's a neat bit of timing.

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"Sure," Kate says lightly, though there's another comment muttered under her breath. "That's not creepy at all." Hands in her pockets, she follows toward the elevator. "I had some questions. About… things. With the space station. And the big names. And what the whole thing is," she explains, in a way that doesn't really explain anything.

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Mr. Bean will walk with her towards the elevator, and take a place towards the rear. Music plays softly in the background, ~welcome to your life.~ He'll plant his arms on the railing, with the back of his hands facing the glass that leads to the outside. ~There's no turning back.~ "Perhaps it would help if you asked specific questions?" As the elevator rises, ~even while we sleep~, he didn't put in a floor. Maybe the receptionist did it? But up it goes. ~We will find you.~ And that point, he begins to softly sing along, "acting on your best behaviour, turn your back on mother nature, everybody wants to rule the world." Smiling, he says, "I love 80's rock." Then, looking her up and down, he does the math. "You weren't even born when this song was written." He shakes his head, whispering under his breath, "boy I feel old," but he points, "Colonel Trevor should be waiting, first door on your right."

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"I'm a cellist," Kate smirks back at Bean. "Your great-grandfather wasn't even born when most of the music I listen to was written." She winks, backing out of the elevator and wiggling her fingers in a wave. "Thanks, Bean. I promise not to touch anything I'm not allowed to." That she knows what she is and isn't allowed to touch is a given. Once she's outside, she turns back around, heading down the hall to knock at the marked door.

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The room isn't soundproof, as a simple but effective "come" can he heard from the other side after Kate knocked on the door. It seems that 'come' may have been programmed into the system as an all purpose entrance command, as the door slides into the wall, revealing a Spartan office. It has a black desk with a computer built into the table top. There's a flat screen television or monitor on the wall. Two chairs are set in front of the desk. Just about the only personal touches are a map of some island, and a painting of a McDonnell Douglas F-15 Eagle. When she enters, Colonel Trevor was looking at the monitor on the wall, but the screen was black, suggesting that he may have just turned it off. "Welcome Katherine. Sorry about the delay. Can I get you anything?" On closer inspection, there seems to be a mini fridge built into the wall with the monitor. Behind him, there's a brilliant view of the New York City skyline.

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"Kate's totally fine," the young woman says with a shake of her head as she steps inside, taking a quick look around herself, gauging her surroundings. "Katherine's pretty much for legal documents and when someone gets really pissed," she adds with a wry smile, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. "I'm not signing anything, and I doubt this has been enough to earn really pissed." She tilts her head, taking a closer look at the man. "I wanted to talk to someone more neutral than Clint about this whole team of heroes thing. It sounds like that would be you."

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"Then Kate it is," he intones as he moves towards his desk. He presses his index finger against the top, and seems to drag it. It's not immediately clear what he was doing. From her angle, it looked like he just slid his finger across an ordinary desk. "And for the record, I don't get pissed." Anger's more useful than despair, but it's still a horrible emotion for a soldier and he knows firsthand what it can do in the field. "Please, take a seat." He'll remain standing, leaning over to open a drawer in his desk. He takes out the gun from his thigh holster, placing it in the drawer, and then the holster as well. "Forgive me, I just got back from Astana." He'll continue to disarm, though he does leave one gun on his person in a shoulder holster. "Neutral, huh? I guess you could call me that. My role is to be the government's primary contact with the league. Since few if any of the members have a military background, it was thought that it could use a liaison, and since I have some prior dealings with some of its members, and my background, I got the call." As he sits down, he opens another drawer and takes out a medkit, and seems to deal with some kind of a burn on his hand. "Relax, Kate. I'm not a jarhead, I used to be U.S. Air Force. So I know what it's like to work without a net."

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"I'm not scared." It's half reflex, as Kate picks one of the chairs, settling in cross-legged as she watches the procedure. "Just sort of a broad spectrum of people when you're dealing with S.H.I.E.L.D., you know? On the one hand, you've got people like Clint and Hunter. And on the other hand, you've got people like May and Hill." She pauses, smile quirking. "Maybe it's just a male and female thing, though." She sets an elbow on her knee, propping her chin up in her hand. "What's the plan, then? I thought most of the officials still didn't care much for people doing hero gigs without some sort of sanction. So what's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s game in this?"

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"It takes all kind, Kate. Whether the higher ups care to admit it or not, metas are here and they're here to stay." He points with his 'good' index finger at the desk, "you know we have files on some mutants that are north of five thousand years old? There are gods. There are people who were irradiated. And then there's people like us. We don't have powers, but we've never let that stop us. I'm told that the top," he pauses to put emphasis on what, or who, he means, "is reserving judgement. But as for S.H.I.E.L.D., we will do whatever it takes to protect the world. We're good, but we can only do so much. The league doesn't work for us, even though we've been somewhat influential in its formation. We, and I, am here to help you do what you were already going to do, only better."

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"So what is it they're meant to do?" Kate shifts her weight a bit in the chair, running her thumbnail along the edge of the desk. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm flattered and all. And you're right about one thing. There are a lot of supers and other people out there who are trying to do the best thing they can, and who don't have anywhere to turn. They need role models. They need to know there are ways they can help, and they need training so they don't end up getting hurt doing it."

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"Save the world." Yeah, he said that. And he did it without an ounce of hesitation in his voice. "Individually, the league's members are powerful. But together, with logistics, intelligence, and our resources backing you up, there's not much you folks won't be able to do. In your own example, how would you like phase arrows that become intangible after firing, and return to a solid state after a certain distance? Or a bow that can fire underwater or in space? What about a targeting array built into your mask? We could probably pull that off and more. Our R&D can come up with some pretty insane things." He's working on her, trying to entice her with the goodies, and now goes in for the kill. "As to that last part, everyone needs a hero. They inspire us to be better than we are. We did it with Captain America and we'll be doing it with the Justice: League: Avengers Initiative. Now, can you honestly say that it's not for you?"

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"Easy there, slick." Kate draws one knee up toward her chest, smirking. "If I want fancy weapons, I can get fancy weapons." Never mind that it's generally from Clint, by way of R&D. "I got into this to help people, though. Because people needed it. But I think sometimes it's like helping people in other ways, too. I can beat up some guys who are beating up their girlfriends, sure. Or I can open a shelter that can give those women a place to go, and the training they need to stand on their own. I can beat up bad guys. Or I can be there for kids as they come into powers and show them there are better things to do with them." She rubs a hand at the back of her neck, lips pursing. "So I guess what I'm saying is, I want to be able to help people in between saving the world."

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"Who exactly do you think is going to stop you?" He seems genuinely perplexed. "The League isn't an all the time thing. Sure, you'd be surprised how often the world is near catastrophe, but you can still expect a lot of down time. And you know what, you're not the only one percenter that we're after. I'm sure that you could persuade them to help out with the shelters, the defence class, the social programs. I can't help there. That's the job of the legislative branch. We're in the business of making sure that the world doesn't end. Though personally, I'm there with you. I've always donated a sizeable chunk of my ridiculous government salary to charities, and I try and help out." Holding up his injured hand, "that's how I got this, though if anyone asks, I burnt my hand welding."

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"That's not all of it," Kate shakes her head. "I've been… poking around at helping with some of the younger groups. I think there could stand to be better outreach for them." She eyes the damaged hand, shaking her head with a flicker of a smile. "If anyone asks me, I'm telling them it's none of their business. But I guess I'm also just… I mean, you've got Superman. Wonder Woman. Clint. Where do I fit in?"

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With a warm smile, Colonel Trevor says, "Somebody's got to show Clint how it's done."

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Kate snorts a laugh, rolling her eyes. "Something like that." She considers him more seriously, though, gaze sharp. "You need someone accessible. So that people don't get afraid of your group of high-powered superhuman. And Clint's Clint, but he's still a career government agent."

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"Yeah, we do have a type," as he includes himself in the career government agent group. "You're youthful, attractive, charming, know how to talk to the public, and best of all, relatable. Aliens and Amazons might make a good role model, but what they are isn't practical for John or Jane. Like I said, this isn't our team, it's your team. We imagine that the membership will evolve, people will figure out roles for themselves, find what they can contribute. I'm here to help, but it's not my call. Still, if I may say so, you bring far more to the table than you know. I just hope that you're ready to find out."

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"I think I might be," Kate admits, though she frowns to herself as she says it. 'I think I might be.' She stands up, offering out a hand again. "Thank you, Mister Trevor. I appreciate the time, and the conversation. And I'll be in touch soon, I think."


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