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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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“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.”