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New York. What the hell New York. Hancock showed up in the big apple less than two weeks ago and not only did anybody seem to really even notice that he was even there being as nice of a guy as he could manage (which wasn't much) but they also seemed pretty inured to super heroes.

Naturally it was near impossible to find a place to stay on a no income budget. Every once in a while he had been woken up by a cop from sleeping on a bench, so he had resorted to trying to sleep on roofs more often. This morning after managing to buy an small orange juice box from McDonald’s he did manage to stop a collision from happening on the intersection just outside the restaurant. Only did so by putting his hand print on the hood of a car that impacted the engine a bit.

While the driver was yelling at him Hancock sipped the straw to his juice and just stared at him from underneath his beanie. Not even bothering with a response he just vaulted into the sky to go back to the roof he was taking a very temporary residence at. “This is just ridiculous.”

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Angie was far to smart not to know what he meant. But that didn't mean he was going to get his way. Lifting up over the edge of the building and then touching down the metal-clad woman took the glittering black metallic wrap that was draped loosely around her head and moved it down onto her shoulders, where it extended and slipped around her body until it was in the shape of a near-ankle length black sun dress. Only then did she allow the rest of her metal second skin to recede back into her body with the rest of the liquid machinery that now acted as her blood, leaving only a small bit on her feet and hands for protection in the form of shoes and a pair of gloves.

"Oh. You're an avatar of the Gods?" She knew she'd misplaced at least one possibility. "I wonder if you know Thor or Hercules..." The woman wondered mostly to herself mostly. Though Oracle could hear her as well via radiotelepathy.

A look of resigned approval was all Hancock could give, his lower lip shoving his upper lip. “Now that’s pretty impressive. Sorry to say I can’t do anything half as flashy as that.” Hancock bent down to reach for his duffle bag that was in the shadow of the ledge of the roof. He hesitated as he looked at Angie, he half expected her to be some kind of alien.

"Avatar. I don’t even know if that’s the best way to put it. But yeah, let's go with that. Nah, I don’t know any guys with a name like that. Name’s Hancock. Doesn’t sound very godly, does it?" He put the strap to the bag on his shoulder, the sounds of glass clinking together was muffled but audible. “So what’s your deal? Why do you do whatever it is you do?”

"Don't worry about it. There aren't too many people out there who can" She said with an unassuming smile. "I think it's a fine name by the way. Usually I'm called Iron Maiden or in some cases Engineer. But since I'm mostly in civvies now it's Angie." She watched him pick up his things and wondered where he was planning to go next. Maybe he needed an apartment? In which case she knew of a place but that would have to wait until she could have a conversation with Barbara.

"Uhm. I'm kind of an unusual case. I grew up reading comic books, dreaming of being a super hero, and improving or inventing technology. When I was old enough I built my first powered suit and I never looked back. That's the short version anyway. Oh yeah and last year my meta-mutant gene activated and I gained a mutant power." She shrugged a little after that and placed a hand on her chin, pacing back and forth in thought for a bit before turning on her heel to look at him again. "So what's up with you Hancock? You need a place to stay or something?" She glanced at the empty juice carton "Breakfast maybe?"

"Angie. Got it. Well it's John Hancock, but everyone just calls me Hancock." Stuffing his sunglasses in his bag, Hancock said almost questioningly. Engineer? Now I can see the Iron Maiden thing. But I don't have any other names I go by, so I guess I can't say much." All of what she was saying was kind of hitting him at all once, so obviously had a hard time keeping up. "Meta-mutant? Man, and I thought L.A. was weird." As she paced he took a large step onto the ledge next to her.

"Nah, I'm fine with-" he motioned behind him at the roof where some of his litter still was. After a pause trying to find the right words he just motioned again. "with all this." his hand dropped to his side before gripping the strap again. "Yeah..." he said uncertainly as the wind picked up and pushed his hoodie against the back of his head and caused an empty bottle to roll noisily on the roof. "Breakfast I can do though." he said knowing full well that he was broke.

"Alright. Come with me then. I'll show you my digs and you can eat something. " The woman smiled unassumingly, her arms folded casually over her chest. Turning her head slightly to the side and speaking to apparently no one she called out "Door. Carrier Bridge". And the glowing rectangle appeared before her again. Sitting ominously on the rooftop. Angie made a slight hand gesture for Hancock after the door materialized.

"After you".

She was curious if he would trust her or make her go first.

“Hard to say no to that.” When the rectangular portal appeared out of nothing, Hancock reared his head back like someone had just tried to put pepper spray in his face. “Okay, now it’s not that hard.” Giving Angie a quizzical look, he asked. "Does crazy shit like this always happen in New York? Because I didn't have to deal with that in L.A." mirroring her motion Hancock said "Ladies first." He wasn't one to walk through sci-fi portals randomly.

“If you make it through just poke your head back out and give me the go ahead.” Crossing his arms, Hancock gave the appearance of a man who would wait for the end of the world before stepping through that thing. “And if you don’t, well it was nice meeting you.

Angie couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. Despite the fact that she had just told him she was taking him somewhere he was still uncertain. "We aren't limited to New York. My particular group handles things all over the world and even threats from other planets and realities." She shook her head, still smiling as her body returned to the original teal suit she'd been wearing earlier. "You know I'm the one that called this thing up right? It's a Door. But if you're scared I can always hold your hand and we can walk through together."

With a reaction like that she just couldn't resist teasing him a little. He was supposed to be a hero after all.

There was not much Hancock could to do after her mention of handling alien threats and alternate realities except rub the part of his head that really did want to deal with outlandish information. “All right.” he said as he stared at the glowing orange door shaped portal. “Let’s do this.” and he held out his hand for her to take. "What? You thought I wouldn't?" he asked when he did so. “Hero, sure I guess. Gentleman? Not so much.” For all that he had experienced this had to be the weirdest so far. And that was saying something.

That and a free meal was a free meal.

Despite a raised eyebrow Angie smiled and let the man take her metallic teal hand. Then she strode through the Door and onto the bridge of the Carrier. Babs was manning the monitors as usual and she gave an absent minded wave as they arrived to acknowledge their presence on the ship. "This is the bridge. But we're not going to stay here long. We have to get down to the quarters. We finally found the cafeteria but it's not up and running yet so you have the pleasure of raiding my fridge today" Angie explained along the way.

Bracing himself for the worst Hancock took a deep breath and walked hand in hand with Angie, forcing his eyes shut as they stepped through the Door. After a moment he let out that breath and opened one eye which caused his mouth to drop open. Blinking a few times he looked around at the large bridge. A wave caught his eye and he raised his hand half-heartedly in way of greeting.

“This place is crazy. Where is it?” he asked as his voiced echoed slightly. “Underground?” the promise of a good meal didn’t hold his attention anymore. This ‘ship’ was now taking up all of his senses. Still holding onto the strap to the bag, Hancock ran his fingers along the wall as they walked. “Biggest damn thing I’ve seen in my life.”

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