On a Wing and New Technology ((Open))

[vesper_verde]

After getting a small feeling working with a bunch of heroes to bring down some supernatural goings on in the city, Vesper determinedly updated his gear. A few test runs and some tweaking, he now had a fully upgraded suit. Now, the bat-suited man was trying to get back on regular patrols. With his recent engagement and his father in town for business, he had been a little lax on getting out.

An updraft helped carry him higher as he looked for action. He felt the need to put feet and fists into good use. Or maybe the new gear needed a night out. Either way he was scouring the streets with his hearing to find something other than noise from televisions that sounded dangerous.

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[hellkitten]

Liza tried the door handle, and finding it stuck, she spun around and kicked the hinges to pop it open. She offered Vesper her hand to help him pull himself out of the front seat.

Then she called out to the backseat passengers, raising her voice to be heard through the glass.

"It's ok, you're safe now. We'll have you out in a jiffy. Is anyone hurt in there?"

[ngm_adults]

Once some of the screaming had died off, one voice traveled through the divider glass. "Esse calhorda nao tem culhões. Que porra é essa?"

Helena Beltrame Lopes was shoving some of her fellow limo occupants off her lap and brushing champagne off her blouse. She shoved and crawled her way toward the door.

[vesper_verde]

Vesper took the offered hand because it gave him more purchase when he found his butt stuck between the dashboard and the seat. He eventually popped out of the driver's compartment to hear a voice he really wished he hadn't.

"Well, one of them isn't hurt," he noted to Hellkitten.

[hellkitten]

"I have no idea what she said, but she doesn't sound happy."

Liza eyed the rear door of the limo.

"Should we open it?"

[ngm_adults]

Before either hero could open the door, it was opened by one angry limo occupant. Helena Beltrame Lopes was a tall, leggy woman who looked at home on the runway. Mostly because she was being that she was a model in Brazil.

The woman turned toward the driver's compartment and the anger mixed with confusion. "É mesmo?"

She blinked at the pair and more specifically the man dressed like an anthropomorphic bat. "... Vesper?"

[vesper_verde]

"That was not the language of happiness," Vesper agreed. He tensed up when the door to the back of the limo opened.

His wings opened with a sching when the model noticed him.

"That is what I am called," he said carefully. He was braced to grab Hellkitten around the waist and flee if need be.

[hellkitten]

Liza raised an eyebrow at the wing action.

"Friend of yours?" She muttered under her breath to Vesper.

Then, louder, she asked the woman: "Are you injured?"

[ngm_adults]

While the other models that had been in the limo with Helena all but fell out the back door, the brunette slowly walked toward the suddenly winged hero.

"Aren't you far from home, hero?" She looked him up and down, appraisingly. She glanced at the driver's compartment when she could see the smashed windshield and dead driver.

She gave Hellkitten a glance. "We're just shaken up. Must have been a wrong turn."

[vesper_verde]

"Her family hates me," he muttered in reply. He had to be very careful. He was more afraid of the wrath of Stephanie than whatever his ex could do.

"I go where I'm needed," he replied to Helena. He hoped his voice modulator did not crap out anytime soon. He did relax a little when his ex did not whip out a gun and try to shoot him in the eye.

[hellkitten]

"A little more than a wrong turn for that driver..." Liza muttered softly again.

"Are you sure? We can call an ambulance for you."

Or she could, if...

Liza whispered again. "First request for that new costume? A pocket for a phone."

[ngm_adults]

Helena turned and looked at the models staggering in the street. A couple saw the front of the limo and screamed. She sighed softly before turning back to the two heroes.

"They might need one. We'll need a way to get out of... here." She noticed the gang members tied to a light post. "And maybe some protection."

She turned back to Vesper. "So, the heroes have my thanks for saving us."

[vesper_verde]

"Or a communications system inside your cowl," he replied quietly back while Helena was turned away. His ex still... looked good. He had to admit it. Even if he thought he had better now.

"I'll call in the police." He brought his wings back in silently. It was getting a little heavy and awkward to have them out. He put a finger up by his actual ear to press on the bluetooth component.

[hellkitten]

"Well, now, that's just fancy. Can you play Angry Birds on it, too?" Liza whispered, then grinned.

She stepped towards the group of models and began to try and herd them away from the carnage of the car and the thugs, and towards a safer area of sidewalk.

[ngm_adults]

Helena watched the female hero go round up the other passengers. She avoided the herding and headed right toward Vesper. She did not consider herself a part of the shaky model crowd. She also had to give a message to Vesper to relay since she did verify the vigilante who vexed her father so was in New York City.

[vesper_verde]

Vesper hadn't been paying much attention to what the females on the street as he called in to the police. When he got all the pertinent details in, he shut off his ear piece.

"The police are on their-uh." He looked up and noticed Helena right in front of him. He thought about judo chopping her and running but restrained himself. His tough vigilante cred could not be undone by a model.

[hellkitten]

Liza veered off to try and catch the one that broke away from the herd, and steer her over to where the rest were sobbing, shrieking into their phones, lamenting broken heels and champagne stained couture, and, in one case, throwing up.

(Really, Liza just didn't want to be near the regurgitating supermodel.)

When she came a little closer to the woman, she noted the body language between her and Vesper. Liza paused, and listened.

[ngm_adults]

Helena gave him a slight smile. "Thank you for saving me."

She stepped forward and kissed his cheek. Before she pulled back, she put her mouth by where his ear should be. "Tell your boss, my Tchelo, I'll see him soon," she whispered barely audibly.

Then she pulled away from the hero and sauntered toward the mess of models panicking behind the limo.

[vesper_verde]

Vesper swallowed and let her walk away. He figured that was best when he was filled with dread. The whole 'hey I saved my ex' conversation was going to not go so well by his estimation.

He blinked at Hellkitten. He had no idea how much of that she heard. "Are you going to wait for the police or get to going with me?"

[hellkitten]

"Police? Ummm... maybe not. Parking tickets, you know."

Liza grinned. She had heard most of the conversation, but decided not to comment. She looked around. The thugs seemed to all be secured or unconscious.

"It appears to be more or less under control here."

[vesper_verde]

Vesper's wings came out with a sching. He gestured for her to come closer.

"I can give you a lift to wherever you need to go. It might be better than swinging around and colliding with one of the Spider-people."

[hellkitten]

"Sure. You know those Spider people, they don't file flight plans either."

She stepped closer and grabbed hold of his armor.

"Superhero traffic control. It could totally be a growth industry."

[vesper_verde]

Vesper slipped an arm around Hellkitten and silenced the sound of the wingpack's engines firing up.

"It's the step before keeping track of all those flying cars people will be using, right?" He asked with a slight grin as they lifted off.

"Where to?"

[hellkitten]

"Back to Hell's Kitchen. I can get home from there."

Not that Hell's Kitchen didn't have a homey ring to it already.

[vesper_verde]

"How do we get in contact if you still want to meet with my supplier?" This talking about his secret identity in the third person was going to give him a headache someday. Though he had to keep it up.

[hellkitten]

"Get a spotlight, set it up on the roof, put a cat shaped cutout on it..."

Liza burst out laughing.

"Ok, for real. I've got an email address you can give your supplier. hellkitten@avengers.org. I still have it from when I took some training with them. And no, I didn't pick that name myself..."