An Apology from Hank

Summary:
December 26, 2014: Dr. Hank McCoy asked Agent May to meet with him.

Mutant Town


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While time has passed since the last, emotional meeting, no doubt the holiday season has had Dr. Hank McCoy meditating on the past year and realizing that he had a few rifts to mend. After all, it's not good to get on the bad side of anyone in SHIELD. He asked Jemma Simmons if she would kindly deliver a message to May for him. He knew that getting any message directly to her might be difficult, and going through her might be the best way.

He asked if she would be willing to meet somewhere in NYC at her convenience. It's sometimes easier to apologize in person and he even went in search for some chocolates to bring as a peace offering. Who doesn't like expensive chocolate?

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At least McCoy didn't think of bringing coffee as a peace offering. May hates coffee.

Relayed back through Simmons, May had accepted the request to meet, and chose for a meeting place one of the more popular cafe type bistro restaurants in the heart of M-Town. She doesn't usually care for public venues for meetings of this sort, but considering McCoy's … non-standard situation, the selected venue was clearly carefully chosen. Seated in a booth with her back to a corner (because some habits are very difficult to quash), May nurses a cup of hot tea and waits for the doctor to arrive.

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The choice of location was actually both amusing and touching to the doctor, and he agreed. However, it isn't a blue beast that walks into the bistro, but a geeky-sort of man, wearing a wool coat, scarf, slacks. Only the glasses might be the same, if one notices such a thing. Medium brown hair has been sort of mussed by the chilly wind and a hand reaches up to try and smooth it down before he moves to the table.

"Ms. May…or is there a better title I should use?" The box of chocolates are moved to his other hand as one is offered in a re-introduction, "Dr. Hank McCoy. Thank you so much for agreeing to this meeting." The box is then held out, "As a sort of peace offering."

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May watches the man enter the bistro, becoming more suspicious as he approaches her to the point of her eyes narrowing when he speaks up. The voice parses, but not the appearance. She stands to shake his hand, fully prepared to break his wrist if he turns out to be someone other than who he says he is.

"Just May is fine, and thank you," she replies, the only real visual cue of her suspicion being the momentarily narrowed eyes. She accepts the box of chocolates, and gestures for Dr. McCoy to take a seat in the booth as she moves to sit back down herself. "So. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" She actually manages to NOT say that sarcastically.

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Hank McCoy isn't completely oblivious to the suspicion. He does take the offered seat, removing his coat and scarf and setting them next to him on the bench. "I take it Dr. Simmons didn't tell you." That would explain some of the suspicion, no doubt. "I wanted to apologize. Face to face. I behaved rather poorly at our initial meeting and I rather regret it. But since I can't go back in time and fix it, this is the best alternative."

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"No. She didn't." And if if feels like Simmons is going to have to apologize for that, it's probably true. At least May isn't asking what the deal is with the sudden (for her) lack of blueness and furryness. And she doesn't plan on asking. If the doc wants to explain, that's on him. "Apology accepted." She hesitates for a moment, as small talk is SO outside of May's usual habits. "How have things been?"

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Hank McCoy ahs quietly, "I'm sorry for the surprise then." Yes, it might be easier not to explain if she doesn't ask. It's just all around easier that way. When the apology is accepted, he gives a somewhat crooked grin, "Thank you. I appreciate that." At the attempt at small-talk, the grin widens some, "The holidays have been quiet, thankfully. And yourself? I hope you were able to spend some time with friends and loved ones."

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Melinda May would scoff at that, but it would give too much away. "The holidays were mostly quiet around here, too." That doesn't mean she didn't do her share of Quinjet-ferrying agents about, it's rather par for the course, really. And, since Coulson was on at least one flight, that should count as spending time with a friend, right? Eh, close enough. "I spent some time, yes." Though, thinking about it now, she considers getting in touch with someone. Maybe Trent. Or she could see if Coulson is back in town. But those musings can wait. "How is Miss Pryde?" Okay, so it took her a second to remember the name of the young woman with the strange pet, but hopefully she remembered it correctly.

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Hank McCoy's was also close enough, but the two seem to be definitely playing their cards close. "Good. It's what the holidays are about, if you ask me…finding the time to spend with people you care about." Ahem. No need to lecture on that. When Kitty is asked about, he gives a blink, "Oh! Oh, I think she's fine. I think she may have gone to spend the holidays with her family. I apologized to her as well…it was wrong of me to assume that she was at fault."

There's a pause then before he offers, "If I can be of any help in the future, I would be more than happy to do what I can. I know you have Dr. Simmons so I know that I wouldn't necessarily be needed. But the offer is there."

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Melinda May nods at Hank's explanation about Kitty, then quirks an eyebrow briefly at the offer to help. "Well, there could be occasion at some point to need expertise … off the books." She pulls an honestly burner-generic phone from the pocket of the jacket she's still wearing, because she knows better than to mix her SHIELD contacts with her non-SHIELD contacts. "And if that's the case, relaying through Simmons might not be the most … prudent option."

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Hank McCoy does start to say something about not relaying through Simmons, but then he closes his mouth and seems to consider. There's almost a little sigh as he concedes, "I suppose not." When she takes out her phone, he tilts his head but then gets the reason. "Oh…" a phone number is given. It's probably easier than email.

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Melinda May enters Hank's contact info into the phone, then taps at the screen for a moment before turning it for him to read. The phone's number is there on the screen for him to copy down. "For more official communiques, I'm sure you already have SHIELD information on hand, right?"

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Hank McCoy takes a look at the number and then pulls out his own phone to enter it. He probably already has it memorized but it couldn't hurt in case he gets distracted between now and later. "I'm sure that if there's official communication needed, I can find that information." No doubt that's the more easily-accessible information that one can find. There's also Jemma. "I don't want to keep you from your work. I do appreciate you meeting me and for," he glances around briefly, "And for your sensitivity of location."

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Melinda May nods once. "Well, I was expecting pre-Diane Arbus McCoy. Thank you for the chocolate, and to be entirely fair, this place has some of the best pu-erh tea this side of Yunnan Province." She moves to stand as Hank appears to be about to take his leave. "The offer of help goes both ways. If I can help in any way, let me know. On or off the books."

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Hank McCoy tilts his head at that reference, "I…you're welcome." He's going to have to look that name up when he gets back as it doesn't seem familiar. "Thank you for accepting my apology. Good to know about this place…I've never been here before, but I'll have to try the tea now." He also stands, grabbing his coat and scarf, "I do appreciate it. I'm doing all right for now, but if I need it, I won't hesitate to call." A hand is held out again.

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Melinda May shakes Hank's hand again. "Good. Though no offense, I hope I don't hear from you asking for help any time soon." And then she turns to leave some money for her beverage and a (generous) tip, and collects her chocolate. It'll take her forever to eat this much. Maybe K'Nert will help whittle it down some. Simmons likely would. Lewis … no. She'll have to earn a share of this chocolate.


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