tobenormal | Hank's Lab, Covert CIA Base

Hank's Lab, Covert CIA Base

Hank had been thinking about his lunch (turkey and swiss on rye, a coke and macaroni salad as always; though maybe he'd get a Twinky today) when he heard the facility's Director enter his lab. "...Capable of super sonic flight!" The Director was saying proudly, making Hank guess they had some more Washington brass to impress. He stood, straightened his lab coat and adopted his casual yet serious stance.

"You should see the real thing if you want to be impressed," he said when the group finally turned around a corner and into view. The group was odd as only one person was in a suit. Washington Brass always wore suits and there were two woman with them. Agent Mactaggert he recognized, though he didn't know her name, but the blonde....she took his breath away. He stood frozen in awe and swallowed.

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Charles' laughter is the loudest of all at her side; Raven can't fight her smile, watching Hank as he propels himself into the air and then hangs from the model, feet clutching as casually as a pair of hands might.

She crosses the room to stand below him, looking up slowly. It's the first time she's met anyone else with a mutation as visible as her own, and she says the first thing that pops into her head.

"You're amazing."

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The laugh is loud because this is what he's wanted and has known is out there, more mutants. Four of them all in this room with completely different abilities and this is just the beginning.

He says, "Brilliant," as moves to stand beside Erik.

The way Hank and Raven are looking at each other is gratifying, he loves that smile of Raven's.

As Raven walks up, Hank knows this is a moment of truth. This is where she'll laugh at him and call him a freak and inside he braces for it. So lost in her he doesn't see Erik's awe or Charles laugh of joy or Mr. Black beaming liked a proud father. When she says "You're amazing" he's stunned and a nervous laugh escapes.

"Really?" He'd be crying at the acceptance if it wasn't so shocking.

She nods and smiles, her default response at this point, and she can't even think of mustering up any other kind of expression. Her gaze descends from his feet to his face, growing pink with the blood rush.

"Yes," she promises, at the sight of that shy smile.

And to think, so many mutants like them had been in the woodwork as long as they had, hiding in plain sight. Erik throws Charles a somewhat impressed look, though he does make sure to send a frisson of displeasure in his direction as to his 'outing' of the poor young man. Still, if the show is over, Erik has other places to be in this base, especially if he's to add to his information on Shaw. "Is there another stop on our tour? Perhaps the next room has another mutant lying in secret wait?" he asks wryly.

Erik's look plus the feeling turn Charles away from Hank and Raven who look quite occupied. He sends back an clear sense of regret, he truly thought they knew about Hank.

Moira and Mr. Black seem to have lost their footing as well, "I'm sure we can find something and Raven will tell us whatever we've missed from here."

Their words finally register in Hank's mind and he looks up (down?) and says, "I'm sorry, did you want to see more of the lab? I...I could explain about the Blackbird if you'd like?"

Mr. Black smiles and shakes his head. Seeing Hank not tripping over himself put him in too good a mood to interrupt. "It's okay Hank, I'll take them onward. Why don't you show Ms. Darkhome around or maybe take her to the cafeteria for lunch?"

Raven sends Charles a look that fully implies she'll be fine for the moment; she probably doesn't even need to think that hard for him to pick up on the sense that she'll be just fine on her own.

"I'd like that," she replies, turning back to Hank with a smile. "Are you going to explain it all from up there?"

Erik's already on his way towards the door. While his own teenage years had not been normal by any means, he knows well enough to give them temporary privacy. "What else have you got to impress?" he asks of Moira and the Director, ready to depart.

"I think you mentioned some of the information you've collected already,"

Moira nods and as they go into the hall the discussion turns to how little they know of Shaw and the resources at the facility.

Hank turns back to Raven with an awkward smile.

"I could explain from up here if you'd like," He says before realizing how silly it sounds. He clears his throat and grins awkwardly again. "Or if you could step back Ms. Darkholme, I could join you on the ground again." She is awful close and he'd hate to accidentally hit her.

"Oh. Of course," Raven murmurs, feeling rather sheepish as she moves to do just that.

She takes another step back, and then another, giving him a wide berth as the other voices disappear and fade into the background.

When she is only two steps away, he lets go and somersaults midair to land on his feet, his back to her. His smile of pride is hidden and vanishes as he turns. Yeah so he was showing off.

"So as you know Ms. Darkholme, this is the Blackbird. She is capable of passing Mach 1, that's just faster than the speed of sound in case you didn't know. Her thrust ratio is..." He says glowing at his baby and begins a long speech about the technical details of horizontal thrust, vertical thrust, how the plane can hover, it's maximum range and such. Unless Raven finds it interesting, she may want to stop his soon.

She's given him more than enough room to jump down, but the move still surprises her to an extent, eyes widening slightly as he rejoins her on the ground.

She will stop him, eventually, with a hand on his forearm.

"Dr. McCoy, please." Her smile is soft. "Call me Raven."

His voice stops as soon as she touches him and he melts a bit inside.

"Hank. Just Hank, I'm not a doctor yet, Ms...Raven." He likes the soun dof her name on his lips and he smiles again. "Did you have any questions?"

"Well, okay then, 'just Hank'," she replies, lightly teasing, and lets her arm fall back down to her side.

"So where's the real thing? The real Blackbird? I'm guessing it's bigger than that," she adds, gesturing to the model above their heads.

Hank gives a nervous laugh at her joke, at least he hopes it's a joke.

"Oh no, this model is 1/10th the scale of the original. The real Blackbird is at the hanger which is about...actually I'm not supposed to say because it's classified. We don't have a landing strip here."

"It's classified, huh?" she replies, leaning in slowly with a conspiratorial look as if she intends to convey a secret.

"But you know where it is."

"Well yeah," he says blinking and fighting the urge to pull back. "I have to go and make adjustments and I supervised its construction."

"Well, maybe I can see it sometime," she replies, idly clasping her hands behind her.

"What other kinds of work do you do here?"

"Lots of things," he says kind of fumbling with his hands before he finally decides to put them in the pockets of his lab coat. "There's this super computer I'm working on. I also have this jet backpack like in the comics but I can't seem to figure out how to get enough thrust for flight without injuring the flyer's legs."

As he talks he's looking around his lab for anything he can show her, anything that will impress, when his eyes light up. "I know, watch this." He says as he heads over to a wall with a heavy cable coming out of it to a very bulky looking harness and belt. He starts to put it on, looking up to her with a smile every now and then. Once he gets the front secured he turns around. "Can you fasten the clamps back there?"

"It might be important to figure out a way not to hurt someone," she agrees, smiling slowly. She follows him over to the wall, taking in everything with a faint smile on her lips. There's more technology in this room than she's ever seen, and some things she's pretty sure she didn't know even existed outside of science fiction.

Raven reaches out to help him as he turns around, fingers deftly working to fasten the clamps in the back of the harness, hands falling by her sides once she finishes. "What does this do?"

"Yeah. Flight control is another problem," Hank adds as she works. The clamps are heavy and take a little effort. Once she's done he steps away and turns to face her. Flicking a switch and pushing a few buttons on the harness, he says, "You'll see in a minute, it takes a little bit to warm up."

A high pitched whine begins and the harness starts to glow a bit. "It's okay," he says remembering the agent who pulled his weapon on him when he demonstrated this device before. A few seconds later and Mr. Black flickers to life over lapping Hank. At first it's easy to see Hank through Mr. Black but soon enough Hank is nearly invisible beneath him except when the image of Mr. Black flickers.

Hank leaves the device on for only five seconds before turning it off. "It gets overheated quickly," he says with a hopeful smile.

The noise is a little disconcerting, but she's not going to step away - instead, she steps in closer, curious, until the image pops into view and then she starts visibly, surprised but not scared.

"You know, I just realized that I never showed you what I can do," she murmurs, the tech enough to resemble her own mutation in her mind.

Her eyes flash yellow, briefly, skin rippling and changing - and then it's a mirror image of Hank staring back at him, glasses and all.

"I was curious but didn't want to be rude," Hank starts to say but stops when he sees himself. His eyes widen but he doesn't jump or pull away. He's just fascinated. She doesn't have it, well him, quite right though as he doesn't look that attractive. He's not about to criticize though.

"That's amazing." Then because he realizes he's just mimicked her, "You're incredible. Can you change into anyone?"

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