Moisés turned at the voice, blinking a little in some surprise. At first, he wondered if they worked here as well, but given their answer (which took a moment to understand, his mind was still getting used to switching over to English so suddenly from French), and attire, he realized this may be one of the other aspiring heroes he was to work with.
Er- Heroine.
He nodded, giving a charming grin towards her, shrugging his shoulders with his hands out, motioning a bit eccentricly that yes, he was looking for it and was also very, very lost.
"Bonjour, ma dame. I am quite lost, yes! We are both looking for the hangar?" His English wasn't bad, he knew the language, but it wasn't his native tongue and he sometimes did have a few issues remembering words or pronouncing things correctly (Americans had so many words written the same for so many different meanings, it confused the heck out of him). His voice, as well, was laced with a French accent.
"Do you have idea where it is, or are we perdu au-delà de tout espoir (lost beyond hope)?" the final words said jokingly.
Moisés turned at the voice, blinking a little in some surprise. At first, he wondered if they worked here as well, but given their answer (which took a moment to understand, his mind was still getting used to switching over to English so suddenly from French), and attire, he realized this may be one of the other aspiring heroes he was to work with.
Er- Heroine.
He nodded, giving a charming grin towards her, shrugging his shoulders with his hands out, motioning a bit eccentricly that yes, he was looking for it and was also very, very lost.
"Bonjour, ma dame. I am quite lost, yes! We are both looking for the hangar?" His English wasn't bad, he knew the language, but it wasn't his native tongue and he sometimes did have a few issues remembering words or pronouncing things correctly (Americans had so many words written the same for so many different meanings, it confused the heck out of him). His voice, as well, was laced with a French accent.
"Do you have idea where it is, or are we perdu au-delà de tout espoir (lost beyond hope)?" the final words said jokingly.
Jay, as per the agent's suggestion, did take her time to get settled in. She found her suite easily enough, getting directions from a few other SHIELD personnel that were on the premises. Her room was spacious but minimally furnished, consisting of a queen-sized bed with a nightstand, a walk-in closet (though she probably had enough clothes to only fill a quarter of it at most), and a desk and drawer. A bathroom connected with her room. The windows gave her a panoramic view of the lake behind the facilities.
Overall, it was an upgrade from her small, third-story apartment back at home.
She dropped her bag on the bed and changed from her sweats into a denim jacket and a simple blouse, checking to make sure the slots in the garments were properly aligned with her shoulder blades. She really didn't know what to expect at this meeting, but might as well be prepared. Taking a deep breath, she checked the time: 9:45
Time to do this.
Jay had taken stock of the general location of the hangar earlier on the way there, so found the place with little trouble. It consisted of a stroll through the facility grounds and across the lawn, to where the jets sat gleaming beside the main hangar.
Whatever she did expect to see when she entered was blown out of the water, because before her stood the Avengers:
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch
James Rhodes, the War Machine.
and Vision, the...whatever he was. Jay didn't really know much about that guy.
She stood there frozen for a moment, suddenly torn between making an excuse that she had walked into the wrong room or continuing forward. To stand among these idols. Before Jay could make the decision herself, however, the War Machine turned and took notice of her. His face shield retracted, and he beamed a smile at her from across the hangar,
"Oh, you must be one of the newbies. Come on, we don't bite."
Jay, as per the agent's suggestion, did take her time to get settled in. She found her suite easily enough, getting directions from a few other SHIELD personnel that were on the premises. Her room was spacious but minimally furnished, consisting of a queen-sized bed with a nightstand, a walk-in closet (though she probably had enough clothes to only fill a quarter of it at most), and a desk and drawer. A bathroom connected with her room. The windows gave her a panoramic view of the lake behind the facilities.
Overall, it was an upgrade from her small, third-story apartment back at home.
She dropped her bag on the bed and changed from her sweats into a denim jacket and a simple blouse, checking to make sure the slots in the garments were properly aligned with her shoulder blades. She really didn't know what to expect at this meeting, but might as well be prepared. Taking a deep breath, she checked the time: 9:45
Time to do this.
Jay had taken stock of the general location of the hangar earlier on the way there, so found the place with little trouble. It consisted of a stroll through the facility grounds and across the lawn, to where the jets sat gleaming beside the main hangar.
Whatever she did expect to see when she entered was blown out of the water, because before her stood the Avengers:
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch
James Rhodes, the War Machine.
and Vision, the...whatever he was. Jay didn't really know much about that guy.
She stood there frozen for a moment, suddenly torn between making an excuse that she had walked into the wrong room or continuing forward. To stand among these idols. Before Jay could make the decision herself, however, the War Machine turned and took notice of her. His face shield retracted, and he beamed a smile at her from across the hangar,
"Oh, you must be one of the newbies. Come on, we don't bite."
