2014-02-07 - Mission: Intergang: Hammer at the Hellfire Club

The Hellfire Club has shockingly offered their facilities for the political and corporate party of the year! A number of those attending: political and corporate leaders are members, but not everyone. Furthermore, the guest speaking done by Justine Hammer will be televised, and normally that is an absolute no-no within this exclusive club! This will be the first time outsiders generally get to see just how beautiful this club truly is!

Already, the party is in full swing. The liquor is free, an orchestra is playing, dancing is on the ballroom floor, the glassed off area has food to serve also free, and the wait-staff are dressed to kill in either platform shoes or killer heels depending on gender, and revealing, but classy server get-ups. The club went all out for this party to make people feel welcomed.

The rules are simple really here. No one is 'carded', but what happens in the Hellfire Club stays in the Hellfire Club. Furthermore, photos cannot be taken unless previously approved by the VIPs such as Peter Parker being here to photograph Justine Hammer, and all photos must be produced and pre-approved before departing the club grounds so that means Peter is using a digital camera today. If someone is drunk, they get driven home by approved staff, there will be no fighting, and no scenes caused, and departure of the grounds does not excuse people to create drunken scenes - thus why people are driven home if need be. This facility can be very lax when it comes to approved 'ethics', but they are a public relationship haven much to JJJ's annoyance at times consider has likely wanted to report more than a few things in his media about what goes on here. Still, the contacts it provides to his members are 'priceless'.

Justine Hammer is currently socializing Senator Kelly, resisting rolling her eyes at him as she smiles with annoyance. One of her associates drags her away before she starts strangling him. First political mishap prevented!

Tony Stark is also already here with his 'date', Natasha Romanova. His hand rests on her design covered back which leaves much of his bare, his fingers teasing the bare spots as he drinks a whiskey from a glass. He chuckles when Sebastian Shaw says something to him, "Well, nothing has exploded yet, I suspect it will be a successful showing Sebastian. I wouldn't worry about it too much. Justine has apparently worked to keep a much lower profile than Osborn, and appears so far to have better taste than her Father." For some reason, the comment makes Sebastian chuckle.

Wearing an exquisette, and expensive, black dress that shows off as much of her supple flesh as it obscures, Gotham's represented by Selina Kyle, sheathed in black. Her hair is done up, and a lavish diamond necklace about her neck, the woman seems to be truly in her element, moving fluidly between people. She does not, however, seem to have come with a date. Still the woman apparently has enough contacts to warrant her being here. Curious, lively eyes flash and watch the various people moving about, a sultry smile on her lovely lips, but remaining quiet to herself, yet. Only a few casual greetings, exchanges of pleasentries are shared. So far.

Aquaman enters the room, wearing a well tailored black suit with a monogrammed 'A' on his brest pocket and a pale green shirt and tie. He moves a little stiffly, bearing wounds from his recent battle. After scoping the room he holds the door open for his Queen Mera. Taking her hand he leads her into the room, trying to look kingly.

Peter Parker is here, wearing an off the rack tuxedo that smells of mothballs and other preservatives and looks like it dates back to the 1980's. Jameson was true to his word and paid Peter for a tuxedo rental. Jameson did not, however, pay for a /good/ tuxedo. And so here Peter is walking around and smelling vaguely of varnish while taking photographs. Something about the Club itself makes him wary and on edge, even as he continues to take photographs. It's as if he's expecting his Spider-Sense to ring with each step.

Damian Wayne slipped the watchful eyes of the party of Wayne Enterprises executives he arrived with and now roams about the party. The youngest Wayne has flute of what looks like champagne in his hand and wears his expensive looking tux with the practiced disdain of the truly wealthy. Raising his glass to Roland Daggett as he passes the other man in the crowd the young prince of Gotham finds a spot by the dance floor to sip his drink and brood quietly. Though when Miss Kyle is spotted he nods to her, flashing her a curious look. Immediately greeted with champagne, Spider-Women, -- masked and dressed to the nines -- smiles politely to the waiter and grabs two flutes, handing one to her escort, Dr. McCoy. "Janet sure knows how to dress a woman for an occasion," Jessica says to Hank, running a gloved hand over the front of her gown. "Anyone I should watch out for?" She asks with a bit of a grin.

Dr. Henry Pym enters wearing a well tailored suit by Hugo Boss. Thank the gods for Google. He recoils a little from the huge gathering and after a moment snags a flute of champagne off a serving tray and downs it. He takes a deep breath and sighs. "I hate these things ..."

Nathaniel came alone, wearing also a tux and definitely younger than most of the guests. He greets Stark with a gesture, as the older man arranged for him to be here. He just was curious. And he is still curious, looking studiously at the political and financial elite, memorizing faces and names for later reference. For once, he is not wearing his armor, but he has an excellent memory.

Natasha smiles politely at Shaw, leaning lightly against Stark. Her crystalline blue eyes sweep the room on occasion, noting those present, but mostly she simply seems content to act as Tony Stark's 'arm candy'. And exquisite arm candy she is, with the dress she is wearing, the back almost completely bared except a few bits of black threaded tatting in the shapes of roses and vines, the slit up the side of the skirt revealing a toned leg and gorgeous, probably too-expensive heels. A martini glass rests in her free hand--the other slipped into Tony's arm-- filled with some sort of libation.

Mera, Queen of Atlantis, steps in the door her husband holds for her, wrapped in a emerald green dress with subtle beading, the skirt in a 'mermaid' fashion. Her crown is on her head, and a necklace, gold and emerald, at her throat. She looks around the room, making note of whom she may need to speak with this evening. Her diplomat's face is on-- a pleasant smile, even if it not entirely sincere.

"... and that's exactly how I'd do it if I were running. Not a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't win." Oliver Queen, the former billionaire is looking as sharp as his beard in a killer suit that he probably shouldn't be able to afford, but somehow he looks amahzing in it. He's keeping close towards the glass cage of food, as it were and he's occasionally biting away at something he's got in his hands. Whatever it is, it's good. Shrimp, maybe? Who knows. At any rate, the person whose ear he was just chatting off has decided to make like a banana and split, leaving him to look back and forth for a moment in distracted pondering of where they could've gotten off to. "Bah. You know I'm right!" That's yelled just long enough for whomever that was to hear it and then he's slinking down a bit more, shoving another shrimp in his mouth. Nom.

J. Jonah Jameson tromps through the party like he owns the place. He's dressed in a tux, of course, though one that's a bit out of style, but he doesn't seem to care as he makes his way through the room pressing the flesh, greeting people, telling jokes. Then as he passes through a group of Wall Street types he spots Parker and strides on over, "Parker," he greets before he sniffs. "What's that smell? The caviar go bad?" he says before he glances down at his photographer. "Make sure you don't wander off when the speech starts, Hammer's not going to win this election, but may as well get a couple of good pics."

Kara Zor-El took a key from Sawyer and excused herself from the bookstore, only to come back a few seconds later in this black dress - http://r14.imgfast.net/users/1412/22/06/04/album/pr/kara_d10_800x600.jpg - and carrying a dress for Sawyer as well. Unfortunately for Sawyer, it was a dress from a day that Sawyer wore on a drunken binge, but hey - Kara just picked something at random for her friend to wear. "Okay here Sawyer.." she hands Sawyer her key back. "Hope you don't mind, I sort of did your dishes also while I was there."

A short while later, Kara and Sawyer are at the party, guests of Janet. Dr. Henry McCoy is wearing a suit a tailored black two button tuxedo, a royal purple vest and bow tie. He accepts the wine glass from Spider-Woman, "Thank you, Darling. You look stunning and as always Janet is the master." He looks around the room and his voice is low as he leans up looking like he's about to kiss her on the cheek and whispers. "For the most part, the inner circle is to be watched out for and they do have mercs." He winks at her and offers Sw his arm, "And we should go say hello to Senator Kelly. I love speaking to him at these social functions. It sticks in his craw. Makes my night."

The petite whirlwind that is Janet Van Dyne steps through the door, pulling Kara and Sawyer in with her. Jan turns, her green formal gown, with matching cloak, spinning at the sudden movement. "Now, don't be afraid, you two. It is just a matter of enjoying yourself and having fun. If you're nervous, just stick with me. I know the steps for this dance." With that, she turns on her heel, those blue eyes searching the crowd for her Hank. "He told me he'd be here..."

That is when Justine Hammer comes up behind Oliver Queen. "Mr. Qliver Queen, is it not? Shouldn't you be able to secure your own company first, before you try and run a city?" The words have a jagged quality to them, and also a challenge. "Though apparently you can at least run a successful community center. It is on a smaller scale, but it does at least contribute something positive to society. You should play to your strengths."

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Tony then excuses himself from from Sebastian's company, escorting Natasha out of the way. He leans down to kiss her temple, "And you were so sweet and docile! What did I do to earn this?" He's teasing his friend. But that is when he catches sight of Spider-Woman and McCoy, "Hankie! Spidey-Girl!" He is seriously teasing them, and has a wide grin on his face. "You guys made it! How you enjoying things so far? And wow, nice outfit dress girl, I'd make appreciative sounds, but I got a date, and Hank might maul me," making a joke. "Wait, Senator K-Y is here?! Oh may, should I rub it in that I totally finacially backed Pete Ross?"

"Your Majesties," purrs Selina, moving over to greet Arthur and Mera with equal attention. "How divine, and unexpected, to see you taking an interest in such affairs as this. It truly -is- an honor to meet such a handsome King, and evocative Queen of Atlantis." Selina knows who they are, certainly. "An absolute pleasure, and honor, to meet you both."

In another corner, a short-haired young woman is wearing a deep red dress, both sultry but far more conservative than many dresses within the Hellfire Club. Some, keen on the goings-on with SHIELD, may recognize the young woman as one Daisy Johnson. And unlike Selina, she's escorted by a man in a Tuxedo, who almost seems to defer to her in some aspects if people pay attention. Daisy offers a smile, brief, but earnest, to Natasha and lifts a glass of a purely unalcoholic drink towards the Russian candy on Tony's arm.

Something about Justine Hammer makes Peter wary. Not to the same degree Norman does! She's not setting off his Spider-Sense as he takes pictures of the interactions of the crowd, but something about her tends to unsettle him. Peter brushes it off then over as just a bad feeling brought around by the Club itself. "Thank you," Spider-Woman, says. "Sorry about the mask. I know you would've preferred I didn't wear one. But you know how that is," she smiles, "at least it's lace." She leans in and listens to what Hank is saying, chuckling a little. "I shall watch out for the hyenas, then. Thanks for the fair warning. And if you feel like ruffling a few feathers, dear, I do not mind." Spider-Woman turns at the sound of her name. "Tony. Things are well, and I do not think a mauling is in order," she sets a hand on his shoulder in greeting before swiftly removing it. "Quite the shindig, if you ask me."

"Mm, Tony..." Natasha shakes her head, her eyes rolling slightly. "I /am/ capable of restraint on occasion." Her eyes flit to Daisy, and she nods ever-so-slightly in greeting to the younger woman, effectively ignoring the man in the tux beside her as if he didn't matter.

But to Hank and Spiderwoman, she gives a quick smile. "You both look marvelous," she says, summoning years of training at playing these political sorts of games. "And as for the Senator, Tony, perhaps now is better than later..." her gaze flits to his drink and then up to his face. She leans over and kisses his cheek lightly. "But whatever you wish tonight." Yep. Docile. For now.

Queen is in mid-chew as he looks up and in the general direction of Justine Hammer. "Buh?" There's a couple more chews down before he swallows and shrugs gruffly in her direction. "My community center has done more for people than any Hammer has ever done for anyone." Shields up. "And as for Queen Industries? You got to know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em. I got out while the getting out was good." Oliver shoves another shrimp in his mouth, patiently awaiting Dinah to show up and save him from all this. SHOW UP, DINAH!

Sawyer looks as if she feels a little out of place when Janet sweeps in with her and Kara. There is quite a crowd here, and she slips her arm through Kara's. She leans in to whisper something to the girl, even as she tries to keep up with the fashionista.

Aquaman bows his head to Selina's greeting and says, "Please, we are Orin and Mera, guests as you are. Thank you for your kind words. You have the advantage, I don't think we ever met, Ms ...?" He regards Selina intently for a moment trying to figure out what is famiiar about her then returns to his neutral friendly smile.

Mera smiles and nods regally at Selina. "Well, my husband sometimes forgets how important these sorts of things can be. And you, are, dear? You know our names, and I would feel remiss if I did not at least ask for yours."

"Truly? Glad to see no attachment, I've thought about buying them out for some of their patents." There is a bit of humor in Justine's eyes. She's totally playing with Oliver. "And I have done a lot for people Mr. Queen beyond donations. I have supplied jobs, scholarships, internships, and funded research that has turned this world into a better place. A good corporation is more than just lining one's own pockets Mr. Queen, it's about being a player within society itself. I took a failing military weapons development firm from my Father that was operating in the red thanks to his 'extra activities', and turned it around into something to be proud of. It is my legacy that will be remembered, not my Father's," Justine assures. But she then winks at Oliver, "But do enjoy the party." Only then does she start to walk away and toward the stage.

Beast turns "Thank you, Natasha, you as always look Stunning." He grins to Stark, "Enjoying yourself Tony?" He shakes his head at Stark, "While App, I wouldn't say that to Senator Kelly's face, the Ky thing at least." He frowns, "Besides I would figure him for an Astroglade type of fella." He looks back Spider-Woman, "I know, well least I get to say I'm dating a International woman of Mystery."

Kara Zor-El looks around. The last time she was in a party this fancy was that time that Bruce Wayne took her to that one for rescuing him from a fire - where she met the Californian governor - nice guy, austrian accent. She whispers back to Sawyer, "Sorry - I just picked one that looked pretty." She looks around to see if there's ANYONE familiar here. Well there's Arthur and Mera. She then peers. Oh and Ollie too, but she probably can't say anything because of stupid secret identity stuff. And there's Damian - she hadnt actually see him since that stuff in Gotham with Batman being all jerky and 'banishing' her from Wayne Manor. Who else? Well.. Dr. McCoy she recognizes. And there's that Peter Parker guy taking pictures?

"Selina Kyle," provides Selina warmly. "I am most well known for being an advocate for keeping the natural wilderness and habitats for large cats open and unfettered, as well as creating laws to those who try to illegally take such creatures out of their home. I admire those who protect the wild so, in any cause. Homeland, or not," evokes Selina, sincerely. "You are quite the couple." She tips her head to the royalty.

Daisy looks over towards Jessica, and Beast, eyeing them curiously, before approaching the two. The man in the tux follows, and she hands him her drink, which he takes as she comes to a polite distance. "Dr. McCoy. A pleasure to meet you. And, of course, your date for the evening. Between the two of you, and the Royalty, you might collectively take the attention away from our guest of honor. Your commentary on Lex Luthor's present ploy was poetic." She offers Hank a smile, then, polite, and thoughtful.

Sawyer's cheeks tint a light rosy hue. "I should have sent it to the dry cleaners, so it wasn't the first thing you found." She smooths her hands over the front of the dress. "It makes me wish my hair were longer." She keeps her voice low, glancing around at all the faces, looking for someone she knows.

Oliver doesn't do much but watch Justine leave. "Yeah, well, you should get better catering. These shrimp are horrible." And to prove his point, Oliver ducks back into the glass room to grab some more. They are so bad, he's not even going to allow anyone else to have the displeasure of chowing down on them. He's saving everyone. Really, he is.

Natasha snorts at Hank's comment. "With Kelly's winning personality, it is no wonder anyone who comes near him dries up," she comments idly, sipping her martini. She actually gives Hank and Spiderwoman a real smile, though-- it even sparkles a bit in her eyes. "I am glad for you both," she says. Then she finishes the last of her martini, placing the empty glass on a tray as one of the waiters walk by with such for such purposes.

The hand previously slipped into Tony's arm slips downward and she lightly tweaks Stark's posterior with a slight smirk. Daisy's approach only gains a slight lifted brow, but otherwise nothing.

Kara Zor-El smiles a little. "Sorry, I had to also fly to Metropolis to get my dress as well." She looks around, staying next to Janet and Sawyer. "See anyone you recognize, Sawyer?"

Releasing the hands of her poor overwhelmed companions, Jan begins her quest to find her beloved Dr Pym. At her normal 5'4" height, she is probably among the shortest guests in the ballroom. Yet, she simply cannot be missed. Her renaissance-inspired dress positively shimmers with the light, the deep green silk and leaf accents etched in silver thread providing an elven flair to the fae Jan. The matching green leather and silver heels give Jan an inch or two of extra height, but certainly not enough to see over the crowd. Yet, Jan darts through the crowd with ease, weaving as she approaches a male figure that looks like her Hank from behind. But...it can't be him. He is dressed too nicely...

Stark wrinkles his nose at not using the joke on Kelly. "He likely wouldn't even get it," Stark advises. He pats Nat's back, "Guess I should be stealing you away," before her and Spider-Woman decide if they want to both be docile or not still.

There is a sound of Sebastian on the stage at the mic, and the music fading.

"Damn, will have to save the dancing for later," is Stark's response.

Sebastian Shaw speaks into the mic, "Welcome to the Hellfire Club!" There are some light flashing, and some dramatic music played in that moment. "I have planned this wonderful party as a gift to not only New York City, but the world! As we have visitors, politicans, world leaders, and more from around the world at this gala, I wanted to give you the best of the best, and let you know how much we appreciate all your hard work and sacerfices in making the world a better place!"

Yes, Shaw is dramatic. He then waves an arm toward Justine Hammer, "I would like to introduce you all to Justine Hammer, CEO and Owner of Hammer Industries, and running for New York City Mayor! She will be our guest speaker on the soul of New York City!" He claps for her, and many in the crowd that pauses in their dancing, talking, and other activities pause to clap. Beast grins at Daisy, "I don't believe I've had the chance to meet you, Miss. You have me at a loss." He grins, "But the pleasure is all mine." He looks at Spider-Woman and grins ear to ear, "This is the lovely Sensational Spider-Woman. But for the evening, We are referring to her as 'Belle'." He considers. "And thank you."

Aquaman smiles and says, "A pleasure to meet you Ms. Kyle. Yes, I am concerned with the environment as any reasonable person should be. We are all connected as the saying goes. It is good to meet anther wilderness advocate. Perhaps you could give us some input on captive orcas? We're looking into freeing a number of them. Deplorable conditions for magnificent creatures and staunch allies." He trails off to listen to Shaw.

Sawyer keeps close to Kara, her gaze roaming the place. It's then she spots Tony and Natasha, her body suddenly going rigid, and her hand gripping Kara's arm a little more firmly. The girl barely feels it, likely, even as Sawyer's nails begin to dig into her skin. "Maybe it was a bad idea for me to come."

Dr. Henry Pym listens from a corner he found and took refuge in. "Natasha, you as well, my dear," Spider-Woman slides her a smile, before looking back at Hank. She stifles a chuckle with her gloved hand. "You two are positively incorrigible. We can take you no where," she says, sliding Hank a grin. "I suppose it could be argued that my mystery is international, but I'm a bit more humble than that, Hank." She eyes Daisy and smiles. "Daisy, it is good to see you again, and dressed so lovely, might I add. Or don't you remember me?" She eyes Daisy's escort and grins, giving the man a curt nod. "Belle, hmm? I rather like that," she says with an English clip.

From somewhere in the direction of Oliver Queen and his shrimp, a "Booooo!" can be heard in the midst of the applause.

Natasha grins, but then her expression goes calm and serious as Shaw begins to speak.

Mera, like most of the others in the room, quiets as Shaw speaks, looking somewhat interested to hear what Ms. Hammer might be saying.

'Belle' too turns to hear the man speak. Though no expression crosses Spider-Woman's face, she politely listens intently.

"Of course," evokes Selina, then as the announcement is made, "Later, of course." She turns to the side, on, oddly, Arthur's other side though a marginally polite distance away from him and not as close as Mera.

Daisy inclines her head to Spider-Woman, "Of course." And to Hank, "Daisy Johnson," is all she states, offering Hank her hand, observing polite etiquette. Then, as the announcement is made, she, too falls silent and settles back to watch. Her date, meanwhile, has fetched a plate of cocktail shrimp, and offers Daisy one. At a withering glance, he makes a half apologetic, half what-the-hell face, and noms on them while watching Justine's approach to the podium.

Kara Zor-El is looking around mor when she starts gripping Kara's hand tightly. True, Kara doesnt mind the nails - thank you invulnerability - but Kara turns to Sawyer.She murmurs in her friend's ear, "Everything okay? Your heart's pounding."

Peter Parker glances up and over at Sebastian Shaw, and takes a picture of the man up and over on the stage. Then over of some of the people spread throughout the place. Ohboy. Taking pictures then, glancing about the place and seeing a few.. Aww great. Peter's pulse thickens some, but not from his Spider-SEnse. Just up on stage somethign about the theatrics.

Sawyer keeps her voice level low, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself than necessary. She knows Kara can hear her. "I'm just starting to think it was a bad idea." She hasn't taken her eyes off Tony and Natasha, so if Kara follows her gaze, she'll see why.

Hank goes to say more but he falls quiet. He takes another sip of his wine glass. Then he stops turning up to listen to Justine Hammer. She was the reason they all came. I mean seriously they could be at Ben Grimm's poker night and be having a better time.

Kara Zor-El looks around to where Sawyer is looking, then says in a low voice to Sawyer too - mainly because apparently whatever they're talking about requires quiet - "The cute guy in the goatee and the redhead?"

Sawyer closes her eyes, leaning in to whisper to Kara.

Janet, regretably, does not notice the tenseness from her new friends. She found her own Doctor. Gliding up, she snags Pym's arm, pulling him to her lightly. "There you are, sweetheart. I was afraid I'd never find you." She leans gently into her Hank's shoulder, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

It is only after she finds her Hank does Jan remember she brought guests. She glances over her shoulder, to see where Kara and Sawyer are. The terse exchange is noticed, but not heard, and Jan glances over to see what the issue may be...following the gaze of the two to find them watching Natasha and Tony with intent. A shadow of confusion crosses Jan's features, before she turns back towards the doctor on her arm.

Kara Zor-El scrunches her nose. Ugh. The Ex. Then again her ex became a criminal. Then again, Tony has a goatee. She murmurs to Sawyer, "Bad breakup?"

Sawyer shakes her head. "I'd rather not go into it here."

Dr. Henry Pym jumps a bit at the snag on his arm, relaxing when he sees it's Jan. He sweeps an arm around her shoulders and squeezes, a little too tightly in his relief. He leans in to kiss her on the cheek and says, "This may have been a bad idea ... I'm a little nervous."

Kara Zor-El murmurs, "I could give him a hotfoot with heat vision if you want." she says, trying to get her friend to relax a little. She then says, "There's so many people here, maybe he won't notice you're here? He seems sort of... into himself and the party. We can go to the buffet and get food or something?"

Stark gives Daisy a grin as him and Nat are standing nearby, "Hi Daisy!" He sounds cheerful, takes another drink of his whiskey, then leans toward Nat, "Grab my ass again, and I'm totally grabbing yours with both hands at once," he playfully threatens his 'date'. He chuckles at that as he starts to listen to the speech, though his hand remains warmly at Nat's lower back. He lets Diasy, Beast, and Spider-Woman go back to their conversation as for once he actually seems to pay attention to the purpose of the party rather than just partying.

Justine Hammer steps onto the stage and walks to join Sebastian Shaw, shaking his hand and thanking him. She then steps up to the mic, "Thank you all for coming! New York City is special to me. It is more than my just my home, it is my very foundation! And it isn't just mine, it is a foundation to the world, a pillar of strength and survival, an icon of a better tomorrow for the world as a cultural and political center. The Statue of Liberty out there has a statement to make, about freedom and hope. It is a statement we should make strives to represent and embody, especially in today's society when we need strong, dedicated role models and purpose more than anything!"

Justine's tone is passionate and comes out clear. "Ladies and Gentleman, I'm not here to talk for or against heroes, but what I am here for is to speak for the everyday man and woman that gets up, goes to work to try and make ends meet, that worry about the future of their children, that deal with gang violence and drugs, and so much more. I'm here to say, that New York City doesn't just need a Hellfire Club to show its glammar and glitter, but we need to look down to the dirty and gritty and /DO/ something about it! What kind of world center for the culture and political we are, when we have homeless on the street that could be productive members of society if they just had help and reminders to take their meds? What kind of culture and political center are we when our high school drop out rate is through the roof, when we invest more money in our security systems than in our teacher saleries?"

There is a dramatic pause, "We aren't good enough," Justine Hammer says with a stern look. "We can do more, we can do /better/. If we are going to be a represenation of what America stands for, then we need to do it the right way! The way that will work! Each of you here have your own concerns and worries in your own countries, in your own back yards and cities, and each one seems over-powering. But that is our job as politicans, we are supposed to be leaders, path finders to even path creators to lead people toward making not only the world, but their very homes a better and safer place to live."

Oh well, standard enough New York City politician running for office. Nothing new there. Peter relaxes some then, and cotninues to take pictures up and over of the stage then and of things going on. She can't possibly be any worse over than dear Norman can she? Peter continues to take pictures, occasinally letting his eyes glance over the crowd for reactions.

Sawyer smiles over at her friend. "No.. no.." She shakes her head to Kara's first suggestion, then tugs on her arm. "You're probably right. If we can do it without being rude to the speaker, the buffet sounds like a good idea... and a good distraction. Besides, I wouldn't want to put a damper on your enjoyment." She gets quiet again as the guest speaker steps up to the microphone, continuing to urge Kara along with her at a casual pace.

Natasha chuckles, leaning over and kissing Tony's cheek again in response to his 'threat', and purposely calling his bluff by tweaking his ass again. "Dare you," she teases back, softly, listening to Justine's speech.

She actually nods along with some of it. But she doesn't look impressed-- politicians have been the same her entire life.

A soft giggle causes Jan to tremble, easily felt through the slightly-too-tight grip of her Henry. She tilts her head to the side, murmuring softly as Justine speaks, just loud enough for Henry (and any with super-hearing) to hear. "Don't you worry, sweatheart. You have me here. I know what I am doing." Fortunately, the two do not have to do anything at the moment but just enjoy each other's company. "If you want, after the speech, we can go looking for our friends. Would that be okay?"

"So," inquires Selina, as a sidebar, to Aquaman and Mera, curiously, and conversationally, "One -does- have to wonder, as one of the few countries of Earth who still implements rule through nobility, what -do- you think of such democracy, and speeches?" She gives the two a sidelong glance, still that smile upon her lips. The cat that ate the canary. Then again, in her mind, she's having a hell of a time playing Cat & Mouse with Arthur's head.

Daisy inclines her head, "Tony," she greets, far less exhuberently than he greets her. She doesn't seem to have an opinion on the pair's flirting, and threats. Nor does she seem ultimately impressed with Justine's speech, thus far. Instead, she watches the room for their reactions.

Mera shrugs. "Democracy works for some peoples, and monarchy works for others. Our people are happy-- if they were not... well, my husband's first and primary concern has always been with our people."

Dr. Henry Pym says, “Some friends would be good, Jan. I thought I saw Hank McCoy before ...”

Oliver Queen, on the other hand, does not look impressed by this speech at all. Could have a lot to do with the fact that he just got royally dissed not moments ago. Still, though, he's listening and he's waving a shrimp around. "Ah, that's what they all say!" And he's back to chomping on that same horrible shrimp that is not good at all, unknowing if his random outbursts are too loud. Though, his eyes keep an eye out for any security types. Obvious or 'Plain Clothed'.

Kara Zor-El heads to the buffet with Sawyer. Whatever her friend was worried about doesn't seem to be a problem. Tony Stark seems pretty much absorbed in what he's doing with his friends and the redhead - his new girlfriend maybe?

Beast watches Tony and Natasha slip away. He turns to Spider-woman and leaning up to whisper, "Appears they're not arguing anymore." He though looks back towards Justine till he looks at Jan and Hank Pym, he seems to smile, "Look Belle, Dr.Pym and Ms. Van Dyne are here. We should go say hi. Hank's latest paper was quite the read!" This is said in hushed tones.

Damian yawns loudly mid-speech and has a sip of his drink. A few people look his way but he ignores them as he digs out his phone and taps away at it one handed. He pauses though when he hears Oliver Queen and he makes his way over, tucking the phone away. "Precisely," the young Wayne says before adding "You're Oliver Queen aren't you? I've heard a lot of good things about you."

"It appears so," she says with a smile. 'Belle' gives Daisy a nod before wrapping her free-hand around Henry's elbow. "Oh?" Spider-Woman asks, casting her gaze through the crowd. "Ah. There they are. Yes, I think that would be nice. I must thank her again for the gown, that woman works magic with her hands. It was? You'll have to tell me about it later. You know how I love to hear you prattle on about science-type things." She grins, gesturing for Hank to lead the way.

Aquaman inclines his head towards Ms. Kyle and says, "Atlantis has democracy. A weak or unjust king can be removed. In fact that was how I gained the throne. Of course in that case it was a revolution, not an election. My people largely govern themselves, in fact. Most of the time I'm more of a final arbiter of issues they can't resolve. It is only in war that I have total rule, should I choose to exert it."

The speech seems to be going down fairly well as far as Peter Parker can tell. A quick picture is made over of some of the audience reactions and chatter, and then oh hai thar! Looks like some SHIELD Agents in plainclothes. Peter takes the camera up and takes a picture of them, then turns his attention back over to the stage.

Stark almost coughs into his whiskey as he jumps a bit at the 'tweak' to his ass from Natasha. "Woman," he growls threatening and with a promise. He looks for a place to set his whiskey, doesn't have one, and then glares playfully at Natasha. "Just you wait," he promises. Course that is when Sawyer and Kara start to walk by, and he about drops his whiskey glass. Luckily he catches it quickly enough and it was low enough not to spill anything. "Holy hell," he grumbles. Nervous wreak incoming, more like Stark having an emotional panic attack. Those that know him well enough can likely see the build up to something...grandly stupid unless he's distracted.

Justine is continuing her speech, making grand geastures that are great in viewing of the video camera live boardcasting her speech and the photos that Peter takes. See, great for JJJ to be a member, he gets exclusive photoshoots! "That is the philosophy that I started when I took over Hammer Industries, and people have seen how I turned that around. A corporation isn't just about profit, shares, and a building. It is about the employees, building a foundation for the future to bring in new minds and new ideas! From fair salaries, to scolarships, internships, and more, Hammer Industries has helped give corporations a 'face' in New York City."

Justine seems to look at many of the faces there, "Government is the same way. It's more than just laws and policies, it's education, it's industry, it's environment! You can't just say: I can create a budget, and have it be enough. It's about setting a foundation not only for the present, but our future, our children's future! And that is what I believe New York City needs to strive for. To finally step above the rest of the pack and be the icon it is meant to be!"

And there is a dramatic pause, before Justine then says quietly into the mic, "Thank you all for being a part of the glory of New York City."

Sawyer smiles politely at any she passes, nodding in greeting, though not looking in Tony's direction, as she continues toward the buffet. She glances at the options, picking a finger food that is less likely to be messy. "What do you think we can find that's not alcoholic." She glances over at Kara, having released the other girl's arm.

J. Jonah Jameson watches the speech from the bar, or well he watches the room. There's a billionaire brat from Gotham drinking, a Russian spy grabbing Stark's ass, a former billionaire heckling and practically filling his pockets with shrimp from the buffet table. He sighs and pushes his empty glass towards the bartender "Damn shame about the confidentiality agreement," he mutters to the man. "Anyhow, a scotch, two rocks, and make it the good stuff."

After he gets his drink he walks over to Parker, and sees him take pictures of the SHIELD agents, there is a small, but approving nod. "Good instincts Parker, now get Hammer before she-" then the speech comes to a close and he applauds with the rest of the guests. "-Nevermind get one speech get em all."

Peter Parker sighs over at JJJ, "Already got some of her, Mister Jameson. And the crowd reactions toher and some fo the folks up on the stage by her." Yes, between JJJ and Robbie Peter's actually gotten a pretty good hand over on what are good things to have. "She seemed to.. Be hitting all the buttons." Peter is well aware of where JJJ's preferences lie in the election, so Peter coaches his statement as neutrally as he can. Spider-Woman spots J. Jameson at the bar and pats Hank's arm. "My dear, I have something I must do. Go join Hank and Janet, I will be with you shortly." She gives hank a smile and releases his elbow to go take up a place next to JJJ.

The speech comes to a close and Hank says, "Well lets go say hi then." He though begins to clap. He looks up, "Oh hmm? Have fun, Belle. I will probably be telling him salutations in a moment." Then he turns to head towards 'other Dr.Hank' and the lovely Janet.

Natasha looks pleased at the growl-- but then notices Tony's sudden expression change: he's in fight or flight mode. She tenses, eyes flitting over the room, looking for threats. Of course, that's when she sees Sawyer.

"Bozhe moy..." her arm slides away from Tony. She looks between her friend at the buffet and the panicking Stark. Years of training on how to manipulate, toy with, control the emotions of others kick in. A flit of the eyes towards Sawyer again, and then she determines her object has to be keeping Tony calm. Or at least distracted. Priorities.

She leans forward, slipping her arms around his neck, and presses her lips to his, gently at first, but more passionately as the moments tick by.

Distraction, round one?

Daisy glances over at Tony, a measured, curious glance. And then another glance is exchanged with Natasha; she'd already seen Sawyer, of course. And Kara. She looks back to Hank, "Make certain you treat your Belle well, then, Dr. McCoy. Though, I'm certain she can quite handle herself." Confidentially agreement doesn't mean that one can't remember what's gone on. And, what is going on. The girl is young, but she's observant.

Selina looks amused, but, approving as well. "Very interesting," she says, sincerely. "And, perhaps we can speak about Orcas, soon." She slips a hand into the open V of her dress, demurely pulling out a card. This, she hands to Aquaman. 'Selina Kyle' written in bright silver, along with a phone number. "Call me. I'm very well organized with certain organizations. As well as holding fund raisers. Now, if you'll excuse me? There's someone I do need to see." And, she bows her head politely to both Aquaman and Mera, before moving up behind Damian. "Damian Wayne. A pleasure seeing you here. Though, unexpected. I didn't take you for this sort of thing, mm?" She looks - intrigued.

Late. Sooo late. With the crowd at least moving some now that the speech was done it allows the crowd that had packed the room time to move away from the tight cluster of people paying attention to the speech so that Carrie can catch sight of the individual she was looking for. She would stand on her toes but in heels that was nigh-impossible. Instead the ginger-haired girl leans side to side till she catches sight of one of the shorter individuals here. Starting across the room she moves a bit self-conciously in the slinky dark blue dress she wears striving not to step on the long hem of the skirtline. Her path leads her past the suddenly kissing Natasha and Tony Stark earning a momentary stare before she continues on until finally arriving at her destination near Damian. Selina being there earns a bright grin as well. "Miss Kyle! So good to see you." Looking to Damian she offers, "Sorry I'm late--Took longer than I thought to write up that report."

The slender right hand of Jan reaches up, grasping her Hank's hand draped upon her shoulder and slowly swings his arm off. There is a slight wince as she lowers her arm, but only the most observant of people would catch it. As she looks through, not over, the crowd, she seens a certain masked woman and her beau nodding over their way. Red lips turns towards Hank's ear, as Jan leans in close. "Well...it looks like your wish is granted, love. I do believe we are about to be joined by Dr McCoy. Do loosen up...you're much too tense."

Huh, who'd have thunk it? Even the rich people have girlfriend problems! Peter instinctively takes a quick picture of things going on over in that direction and then glances back over at JJJ then, before letting out a sigh and then taking a few more pictures as he sees Hank, giving a wave, "Doctor McCoy! I loved your paper on the mutagenic threshold of a dual helixed genetic template!"

JJJ looks down at Parker and shakes his head "Parker, sometimes I wonder what they're teaching you in college, good speeches don't win elections. If that were the case every nerd from the debate team would be lining up to be president. Good press though, that's what does it, and after Osborn sent his security back to rescue his supporters from those mutants and the Green Goblin, well, you can't beat that kind of press kid," he says as he takes a sip of his drink. "So take my word for it, unless Ms. Hammer cures cancer before election day, the headline's going to be Osborn by a Landslide after election day," then he glances around. "But keep that quiet alright."

He glances around only to see Parker had slipped away mid rant. "Huh," he says before he starts on over in the direction of McCoy, Parker and Spider-Woman.

Dr. Henry Pym looks at Jan and says, "What is it this time? Cracked or bruised ribs? Why did you let it go? I'm going to give you a stern talking to when I get you home."

"I would tend to agree, Mr. Jameson," Spider-Woman says, turning toward JJJ. "about the press, anyway. Not about Osborn. And it is with that, I come to speak to you. Cordially, of course," she says in her not-so-heavy English accent.

Or not, as Hank McCoy turns to look back to Daisy, "Certainly Ms. Johnson. I try to treat her like a Goddess." Then he's heading toward Pym and gets stopped by Peter. He raises his eyebrow recognizing the voice but shrugs his shoulders saying Nah. Spider-Man isn't that smart and doesn't know which end of a camera's for taking pictures. He grins, "You did? It was interesting work. Though I have to say it pales in comparison to Dr. Pym's work on the Sub Atomic reactions of Nano Technology on the human RNA structure." He extends his hand, "Please call me, Hank and you are? And would you like to go meet Dr. Pym with me?"

"It's not," Damian says as he turns to look up at Selina. "But Father is away, so I have inherited his responsibilities for this evening," he explains a touch of resentment in his tone when it comes to inheritance. Carrie's arrival earns an earnest smile from Damian, a weird thing on features so commonly creased by frowns. "Carrie," he greets trying and failing at not staring at her dress. He turns to have a sip of his drink and offers up his arm. "I was just saying hello to Miss Kyle. So, what brings you here Miss Kyle? Is Ms. Hammer a supporter of your charity?"

JJJ pauses when Spider-Woman appears out of the crowd. He regards her with a bunching of his eyebrows. "Alright, let's talk," he says before he watches Parker walk off with McCoy. That kid and science.

Beast turns back to JJJ, "Oh Jonah, I was one of those Mutants there protecting people. Don't make me regret saying nice things about you and your paper."

Jan reaches up, placing a solitary finger upon the lips of her concerned partner, in an effort to silence him. "Shh....not now, hon." She leans in, kissing the lips her finger just silenced, gently. "But I so do love it when you fret over me." She leans back, offering her companion a sly little smirk as she turns to people watch once more. It seems she is playing a game of 'Spot the Designer' and taking mental notes of what styles seem popular.

Peter Parker nods over, "Well yes. I'll admit over my understanding of biomechanics is still very elementary, but you did an amazing job of elaborating on theories of general natural selection and spontaneous mutation and adaptation even at the elementary level.."

Selina merely smiles at Damian's response, but she looks delighted to see Carrie. "You," she announces, "Look absolutely stunning, my dear. I'm pleased our shopping trip paid off in spades." Her smile edges up a notch. "I see Damian approves, too. Shall I leave you two alone, then?" Amused enough to not torment the pair, it'd seem. And thinking highly enough of them as well.

Daisy listens to everything about herself. Spider-Woman's approach to JJJ has her curious, but she doesn't say anything in the interm. Instead, she moves over to Janet, and Hank Pym, after politely excusing herself from Beast's presence. "Dr. Pym. Ms Van Dyne." Daisy plucks a glass out of her date's hand as he brings it back to her, along with one for himself. "A pleasure to see you both here." Maybe she's the bad feeling that Hank Pym had?

"You had asked, Mr. Jameson, for those who could stylize themselves as Heros to come forward, I have full intentions of doing so," Spider-Woman smiles warmly, casting a calming glance back toward Hank. "Ah. And there is that, too. Sometimes, Mr. Jameson, things are not always as they appear. And while we tend to be secretive in our dealings and how things are done, it is not all for no reason, but the protection of others." Again she smiles as sweet as honey.

And what Natasha does, certainly qualifies as a distraction! Because Tony's mind halts, grinds to a stop, does a 180, and yep, kissing on Hellfire Club Ballroom floor is perfectly acceptable behavior here people! He completely misses the clapping for Justine Hammer as she moves to get off the stage. Completely and utterly misses it!

When the kiss finally breaks, Stark has rebooted apparently, and he blinks blankly, "Thank you?" He isn't sure what he's saying thank you for, but he's absolutely SURE Nat did that for a reason. So, he just grins happily! "Hey, didn't I see the Wayne's somewhere?" Great when you try to pick up your last stray thought, and find out it was replaced with another.

Kara Zor-El looks at the buffet food with Sawyer. "Well... most of this looks good, actually."

Beast nods, "Again, Thank you, sir. What's your name?" He says pulling back his hand realizing the photographer does not have an interest in shaking it. He though pipes down and let's spider woman do her thing. He keeps glancing over to Pym and will make it over there damn it.

Honestly that's as Peter is in a room full of SCIENCE. There's just so much going on! He errs, "Oh, Sorry Doctor McCoy.." He's just trying to bask in the glory of being in front of two of his heroes when he's out of costume. "Parker Sir. Peter Parker. I'm a student over at Empire State University."

Carrie returns Damian's smile, and subsequent dignified gawking over her dress with a blushing smile. The gentlemanly offer of his arm is accepted sliding her hand through the crook of his elbow to hold lightly as he falls back into speaking with Selina. Her attention too turns toward the older woman with her smile easing into a more relaxed, and less embarassed, grin. "Not half as good as you look, Selina. I still haven't worn half of what we picked out, you know. That trip certainly got me stocked up for awhile. And of course you're welcome to stay and talk. I would have been here sooner but I had a report to finish writing for one of my classes," she explains only to glance toward the stage area which was by now long since emptied. "I guess I missed most things."

Sawyer smiles, plucking a few more tidbits and raising them to her lips. "Oh, what the hell." She spies someone with a tray of what looks like champagne, or something of the sort, and intercepts them. "Thank you." She touches the rim to her lips, sipping slowly before returning to Kara's side. "I don't know how long I'm going to hold out here. You're one of the very few people I know here, and some of the others.. well, I don't intend to be a 'party crasher'."

"I think the little one is here," Natasha agrees with Tony, not releasing herself from where her arms rest around his neck. "So, do you want to go chat with the tiny Wayne, or..." she pauses, mentally flipping through the people who she noted earlier, "...perhaps JJJ? Or should we make our way to Ms. Hammer and handle those pleasantries?" She lightly kisses him again.

The benefit of having played Tony Stark before is knowing his buttons already. Natasha grins up at him in the way she /knows/ is distracting for him-- filled with promise for later, but pretending at behaving for now. "There are so many options for tonight," she says teasingly, double entendre obvious in her tone. "So, who do we go speak to?"

Kara Zor-El looks around. "Well... I know a few people here. But they seem to be busy. Wish Diana was here, she usually has to go to these embassy 'things.'... you'd like her."

JJJ throws a nod to Dr. McCoy. "I gave you a fair shake, Doc, just saying that Osborn did his part too, good press," he says and then reaches into his jacket to pull out a cigar and a lighter. He lights up and then looks over at Spider-Woman. "Listen, Miss Woman, I've heard it all before, can't take off the mask because then they'll hurt my family, well, let me tell you, cops don't wear masks, but they fight the same criminals, what about their families? They don't have superpowers to protect them with either. What I want, what this city needs, are heroes that are accountable, like the Fantastic Four," and he gestures towards Stark. "And even Iron Man, now that he's come out to the public. He makes a mistake, if he blows something up, we know where to send the bill, not to mention his foundation helps to pay for the damages." Beast snaps his fingers, "I knew I knew you from somewhere. I've seen you in the Halls." Hank reaches up to adjust his glasses. "Your in some of Dr. Lamaze's classes." He shakes his head, "I made the mistake of correcting one of his equations the other day in between class. He was talking to the head of the science department about wanting an evaluation of all the adjunct professors." He looks over at Pym, "come on let's go meet Dr. Pym. The man revolutionized the field of Biochemestry with the Pym Particle. I don't even have a neither a particle nor a molecule named after me."

Sawyer chuckles softly. "I think I've heard you speak of her before. She sounds like quite a woman." She takes another sip and reaches for another morsel.

Stark seems to weight that, "JJJ ignores me on twitter, and the tiny Wayne admires me. I choose tiny Wayne to have a more productive conversation with. As for Ms. Hammer, guess we should do this first. Want to make a bet if I make a crude comment about her Father trying to kill me, frame me, and break me or if I restrain myself?" He grins at the light kiss.

"And stop trying to distract me so effectively, I already know where tonight is going," Stark says with humor. Arm wrapped about Natasha's waist, he reluctantly pulls away just enough to start heading toward Justine Hammer first.

Damian's cheeks colour slightly when his apparent approval is noted by Selina. "No, you can stay, I am sure Carrie would enjoy a chance to speak with you," he assures her before he looks over to Carrie. "You didn't miss much, just the usual empty promises of a person desperately seeking office," he shrugs. "The food was good however."

Peter Parker nods over, "Ah, I've met thank you Doctor McCoy.." Peter quickly glances over at Jameson. Good, his boss isn't paying attention at the moment. He canhave some quality time. "Thank you and I'd love to have the moment to chant. And Dr. Lamaze.. Tends not to respond well unless the proof is so blatant as to slap him in the face. Add to that he sometimes tends to err more on some of the esoteric interpretations of equations.." She smiles at Hank McCoy, she'll have to thank him for that later, before turning back to J. Jameson, maintaining her positively pleasant demeanor and smile. "As things seem to mostly be off the record here, I would like to schedule a meeting with you, if that is at all possible. One on one, you and me."Spider-Woman unfolds her hands from her lap, taking up her fluted glass from the bar. "I would be happy to speak with you, with minimal guidelines of course, no poking around for my identity is one of those, the rest I will bring up in meeting. Ah. NYPD are most certainly unsung heroes, and should be given far more credit than they should. I have a civilian business, you see, I cannot jeoprodize that and my clients for that. And before you say it, no, they aren't high end, in fact, they rarely are... they are majority poor. And I try to not use my powers unless I must, and I almost never do when I'm working as a civilian. However, they do have guns, and their honor, and as far as I'm concerned, that makes them heroes to boot. But I would be happy to answer your questions as best and as truthful as I can." She takes a sip of her drink. "Would that be favorable to you?"

A gentle nod is given to Daisy as she approaches. The smile that is given to her from Jan is genuine, which colors to slightly amused as Daisy effortessly snatches the glass from her date's hand. "Why, hello Ms Johnson. I wasn't expecting to find you here, though I am greatly pleased to have such a surprise." She tugs on Hank's hand a little, in an effort to loosen him up. She feels the nervous grip upon her hand. "Thank you again for the transportation...and the attention." Jan's eyes shift to her right side as an indication, then back. "It was very kind of you to provide both." Kara Zor-El nods, getting some of those little hot dogs in the pastrie things and putting them on her plate. "Yeah, when I came to Earth, my cousin sort of... agreed ... to have me stay on Diana's people's island, it's called Themyscira. Really wonderful place. Until I learned how to hold back with my powers and taught me stuff." She looks over to Sawyer. "Doing okay?"

Try as she might, Sawyer just can't completely ignore the interactions with Tony and Natasha. Her pasted on smile fades as she turns her attention to focus on Kara. "I'm sorry Kara. I'm not very good company tonight it seems." She tips the glass back, finishing the remainder and sets the empty on a passing tray. "I never should have come. I don't want to ruin your night." She leans in to give Kara a hug. "I think I'm just going to head home."

JJJ shakes his head. "No good. I owe my readers the truth, can't give them the truth when you're wearing a mask. Take off the mask, and maybe we can talk." He takes a sip of his drink then and waits for an answer.

Kara Zor-El hugs Sawyer back. "You've been great company... How about I walk back with you? Other than you, not really like anyone's talking to me here anyway. We'll go get a pizza or something."

Natasha nods, moving with Tony towards Ms. Hammer, but shooting Daisy a Look over her shoulder. That look goes away quickly as she leans her head against Tony for a moment. "Let us get this over with..."

Beast draws closer to the Pym and Van Dyne. "I understand that but still it was sloppy and irresponsible science. It was 20 years out of date. He shouldn't be teachning. I'm sorry." He draws close to Sawyer and Kara giving them a wave as he recognizes Ms. Mason but doesn't stop them. He then turns to Janet and Hank, "Dr.Pym and Ms. Van Dyne." He grins to Daisy, "And I see we meet again Ms. Johnson."

Peter Parker nods, "Don't tell him that, Doctor McCoy." Peter amends, "On the other hand, you probably already tried." Parker considers and then glances over in amusement, "You haven't spent much time around the Empire State Biochemistry department have you. I think Doctor Warren has watched Frankenstein one too many times and like sto think he's Boris Karloff in his off hours."

Carrie reaches out to gently take hold of the drink that Damian had pulling it away to lift up and steal a sip off of it herself. It's just a testing sip to see what it was he was drinking though it could seem as innocent a gesture as just sharing a drink. Afterwards it's offered back along with a grin. "Oh good, nothing important," she quips with a chuckle. Looking away her eyes scan over the crowd only to find a familiar face or two in the crowd. Most she hadn't met, but it was hard not to recognize faces with so many public personas in the room. "Wow, this is better populated than a Wayne fundraiser. Lots of celebrities." Glancing back to Selina she leans over to mock-whisper to her, "Is that Janet Van Dyne over there?" She thought it was. Oh this should be good! "How fair is that, it is like posting my name and address for every crime lord and baddie to come find me. Would you feel comfortable putting all of the officers names up there? Meaning, anyone can come up to my place of business and ask for help. I am ethically and duty bound to help them as best as I can, would you want to put me in danger like that? I can be killed, Mr. Jameson, I am not invincible. That is not up for negotiation, sadly." Spider-Woman's tone stays pleasant, cooperative, and unyielding. "Not to mention, barring my fellow Avenger Mr. Stark, I'm one of a few that has a civilian job. Call it... a professional courtesy, Mr. Jameson," she say politely.

"Dr. McCoy." Daisy Johnson smiles again, and warmly at that to Beast. She nods to Janet, "A pleasure. Your assistance was vital in the efforts to sustain New Venice. Perhaps, as I suggested on the travel back, we can speak more of your future." She looks back to the group, "But, if you'll excuse me, business calls."

Selina, meanwhile, chats it up with Carrie and Damian a little while longer, before flighting about to socialize with the other starts and starlettes of this particular scene. It never hurts, afterall, to have contacts that one can call on later.

A smirk from Tony, but soon enough, he's greeting Justine Hammer. "Miss Hammer! What a wonderful surprise to see you here!"

Justine just stares or rather glares at Tony, and after a moment his words register and she literally face palms. "Tony, I still hate you, a LOT."

"Ya, your old man had serious issues, hope he didn't rub off too much on you. That could cause voting issues. I mean, rather not have you...," but Stark gets interrupted.

Justine holds a hand out, palm face out, "Tony, shut up. I'm not my Father, I'm /better/ than my Father ever was. If I wanted you out of the picture, I /could/ do it. That isn't my goal however. Revenge, pettiness, obsession, that's not what I'm about. I'm about the bigger picture, and as long as you put New York City first, then we are on the same side right now. Sometimes, things really are that simple." Justine then looks over at Natasha, "You really put up with this guy? I always feel like I need a shower after being around him," and she wrinkles her nose at him. "Known him back when we were both young brats, I grew up, unfortunately he didn't." Childhood RIVALS!!!!

Jameson grumbles and watches Spider-Woman considering her counter-point. "Okay, you keep the mask, but a no holds barred interview, and a full spread of pictures," he counters in return. "Do we have a deal?"

Spider-Woman nods, "I have photo veto power," she grins, "nothing unflattering," she giggles, perhaps she means it as a joke, but she's not commenting on that. "I thank you for your kindness. My clients, however unknowing, are grateful, I'm sure, Mr. Jameson." She pulls a card out of, seemingly, nowhere. "Do call me when you have free time and I will be happy to answer your questions." She smiles and nods her head. "I have a date that I have left alone, if you don't mind?" She asks politely to go, gesturing toward Hank.

Beast looks back to Peter, "Dr.Warren? Yeah, I've read his work. Cloning. Never trusted the stuff myself. Bad experiences. Well I did get my m.D. there and I do work adjunct professor teaching a chem I class and Chem labs." He shakes his head, "I have some lab space too. But now that you mention it. I think I've seen Warren up there at some weird hours."

Damian's drinking the family brand, Ginger-ale in a champagne flute. When Carrie hands the glass back and takes a sip perfectly content to let her talk with Selina before the Gotham socialite slips away. When she's gone he looks over at Carrie. "So, shall we visit with Miss Van Dyne?" he offers with a faint smile even as he starts in the designer/Avenger's direction.

Peter Parker nods, "I think he tends to obsessively focus over things but also can't quite manage to make those breakthroughs and he tends to kind of just stay up every night trying to run simulations. You can tell how his hair is when we have class if he's going to be grading harshly or not."

Jameson grumbles. "Co-veto power, and here," he takes out a card and hands it to Spider-Woman. "Call my office, we'll set up the time. Remember I'm the rich newspaper guy, I don't call anyone. Now run along back to your date and we'll talk soon." Janet doesn't surprise easily...not when she is in her natural element. However, as Daisy mentions talks about Jan's future, the fashionista shows definite surprise. So...it wasn't just a hallucination...

Shaking her head lightly to clear her thoughts, Jan turns to greet the other Hank. "I was wondering when you would manage to join us, Dr. McCoy. I trust the evening finds you well?" She steals a glance over towards the masked beauty in the throes of debate with Jameson. "I see that your companion has engaged the esteemed J Jonah Jameson in polite verbal warfare and left you to fend for yourself. Poor dear." There is a slight lilting tone to her words...Janet is teasing, slightly. "Thank you kindly, Mr. Jameson. I will be calling you soon," Spider-Woman purrs, rising when she's given permission to do so. "I thank you again, for hearing my side of things." She leaves JJJ, heading back towards Hank. "It would seem, my darling, things have gotten off on the right foot." She says, wrapping her arm around his elbow. "Peter," she says with a half-idled smile. "I much like your photography."

Natasha gives Ms. Hammer her best 'useless, vapid arm candy' look. "Mm? Yes, usually after spending much time with Tony, I need a shower as well," she replies, purposefully allowing her native accent to slip out a bit-- sexy Russian femme fatale archetype, anyone? Someone has to have watch Bond movies. "I find his company quite endearing, Ms. Hammer-- he can be very charming when he wishes." She smiles, the vapidity fading. "I did /so/ love your speech. I hear many like it before, you know."

She leans over to place a gentle kiss on Tony's cheek. "But, we should not discuss politics, mm? I am afraid one of us would be quite out of her depth--" she giggles lightly. "Don't you agree, дорогой?"

Peter Parker gives a quick blink over at Jessica, "Err, thanks Miss." Having just seen her talking over with Jameson but not sure what over -about-. "Uhm, should I call you Miss Spider-Woman or.." Just what is the appropriate reference for someone in civilian costume then as far as he knows? And if Felicia were here she would be laughing her head off over at him. And MJ would probably be beating him over to a pulp and a smear.

Justine makes a...icky expression! "Very funny Natasha," knowing who the woman is. She glares at Tony, "You better vote for me, I know where you live." She then goes to stomp off and force a smile on her face for someone else.

And Stark is...soon laughing! "Oh..you did not!" But he then leans down and steals a kiss from Natasha. "Priceless. Amusingly, she is likely securing my vote, even with the supervillainous-like threat," seeming more amused than anything else. The two apparently have known each other for a long time. But he then glances up and about. Sawyer and Kara are gone....and Damian appears to have headed toward Janet..., "I am finding my attention span wanning...."

"That obvious, am I? I do like her style and she manages to balance a work life and her other life well it seems," Carrie admits in a quiet murmer to Damian as she allows hreself to be led through the crowd towards Janet, Beast, Parker and the others. A little squeeze is given to Damian's elbow as she grins toward him with a clear hint of mischeviousness in her eyes. It only takes a quick breath before she slides into the persona she'd been carefully culturing for such public appearances.

Carrie lifts her free hand to nudge her glasses back in place taking a quick swipe at her hair that had been carefully styled into staying OUT of her face in the first place, before she risks moving forward taking just a step away from Damian in the process so that it's HER tugging him along that final few steps. "Miss Van Dyne?" The name gushes out in a quick, nervous rush of air while she smiles so bright that her cheeks ached from the process. Quickly her gaze darts among the others that Janet was speaking with only to blurt out, "I'm so sorry to interrupt I just... You look /amazing/! Is this one of your designs? Oh, stupid question, it must be I imagine..." Carrie grips Damian's arm tighter squeezing to the point of wrinkling the sleeve of his jacket while she rises just a bit up and out of her heels on the balls of her feet with what amounted to a girlish bounce of apparent excitement.

Beast grins to Jan, "It's a shame, but she does fashion herself a bit of a Warrior Woman and she can verbally jab with the beast of them. I'm sure she will handle JJJ. So, I have found a bosom companion and co-patriot here in Young Master Parker. Though I dear hazard I am not much if any older than him. We have came to commiserate about my peers at ESU. Also we have came to praise the laurels of your earnestwhile and often seemed humble suitor for his latest professional achievements with his last published paper." He frowns, "But he seems that he has distracted himself. So Instead I will praise you, Janet. Good work the other day with Aquaman. Also I have you to think for my lovely date having to work only half as hard to get my heart rate elevated at the sight of her. You have my kudos." He looks back to Jessica and he grins reaching up to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Good, I knew Spider people everywhere are rejoicing when one of you slays the JJJ Dragon of grumpiness."

"... Hey! Hey! Can we get some more shrimp over here?!" That's where Oliver Queen has been this entire time. Forget the Speeches. Forget the Mingling. The Van Dyke has been stuffing his face with shrimp all night because who doesn't like free edible swag, right? He waves a hand at the nearest server in fishnets and points at the empty buffet plate. "Chop chop! We don't have all night here!"

"It would seem 'Belle' is my appropriate name for this evening, Mr. Parker, that or Spider-Woman," she smiles over her shoulder at the photographer. "I do hope you will photograph me for the spread I've promised." She smiles widely, turning back to Hank. "Oh. You flatter. It was nothing more than reason, my beastly companion." There's a small chuckle from Spider-Woman as he kisses her cheek. "Janet. You work wonders," she goes a quick spin sending sparks of light here and there across her gown before taking Hank's elbow again, "this is truly divine."

"Oh, did my little comments entertain you?" Natasha teases Stark lightly. "I have always found that woman a bit too self-righteous for my taste, but you Americans tend to enjoy voting for the least of the evils, instead of the truly best for the job at hand." She toys with his tie. "Is that a suggestion to head back to your penthouse? Because I am getting bored with this party, too."

Oh boy. Oh Boy. Peter can only try and avoid one epic facefault. Felicia is -definitely- going to be laughing at him over that. "Err.. What Spread..?" Having not particularly heard that bit. And that's also said over within ear range over of Janet now. Peter has a feeling like he's going to have a headache.

A quiet hrm, "Not like a good man or woman is running anyway. Justine does appear to be the lesser evil." Stark grins at that, "I mean, not like she can worse to me than her old man. In either case, yes. Though I do need to drop Damian a line later to meet up with him. This party is just not the place to really sit down and converse with him." He wiggles his eyebrows at Natasha. "Let's go sweet bottoms. I got two beautiful globes to grab after we leave." He then finishes off his whiskey and drops it off with wait staff on the way out.

Beast whispers to Spider-Woman where those around him can hear put his hand up to stage whisper, "I hear that is his greatest weakness and those stoggies." He looks to Carrie and smiles deciding best to let Jan interact with her fan. He turns back to Jess and Pete? He raises an eyebrow, "Spread?"

Damian is dragged along indulgently for the last couple of steps though when they reach Miss Van Dyne and the rest of her party he takes a moment to sort himself out and adjust his tie. "Good evening," he says though if he's heard above Carrie's fan-girling it's hard to say. He oofs when his arm is squeezed he leans over to whisper "Breathe," before he goes back to sipping his drink.

Jan releases her poor Hank, who seems to have lost his nerve, and his voice, to the pressures of the social scene. She leans over, kissing him on the cheek, then whispers in his ear softly, indicating a place he can go and relax while she remains in her element.

Once she sees Dr Pym off to relative safety, Janet turns back to Beauty and her Beast. "I told you before, my dear Belle, it was my pleasure. I am just delighted to see that the dress does you justice." There is that smile again, lighting Janet's face brightly. "And, my dear Dr. McCoy, I have nothing to do with your elevated heart rate. That is all courtesy of your beauty. I just provided the dress."

Working her way through the small gathering, Jan catches sight of poor little Peter. "Mr. Parker....I still have not forgotten our chance meeting. Are you still harboring feelings for your employer?" That smile grows wickedly devilish. "I still want you to freelance for me and my model shoots. I promise to provide reasonable compensation...and a tuxedo that actually fits you properly."

And, finally, the blue eyes of Janet fall squarely upon Carrie. The expression on her face grows kindly, as she reaches over to take Carrie's hand within both of her own...without permission, no less. "Thank you for your kind words, my dear. To answer your question, yes...this is of my own design, as well as a few others." She indicates Spider-Woman's ensemble as she speaks. "However, you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I do not know who you are."

"Ask your boss for what he's looking for, Mr. Parker," she sends him a wink and turns back to the two Hanks and Janet." She raises a brow to Beast and his stage whisper. "Happen to know what kind? I like to bring gifts," she grins, "the newspaper isn't Playboy, Hank," she snorts, running a hand down the arm she has the elbow of, perhaps comforting him.

Dammit. now any veneer he might have had of getting any dignity out of this is going to end with not only JJJ yelling at him, but Janet as well, and likely Spider-Woman. Peter makes a noise akin to Three P0 doing 'I'm Doomed' and just forlornly nods. He's well aware that at this poitn his fate is out of his hands, and over in that of his short attention spanned boss.

Beast looks back to Jess, "He's a timid sort." He nods, "I didn't think it was, darling. I just was inquiring what bargain you had struck with Jameson?" He smiles at her, "You have too much class."

Carrie blinks rapidly when Damian leans over to whisper at her to breath. It leaves her looking morbidly embarassed, especially when Janet takes hold of her hand. A rush of breath is let out. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry!" She shakes Janet's hand with a quick duck of her head apologetically. "I'm Carrie Kelley. I can't say that we've really spoken, but we did exchange a few remarks online." Recalling her manners she gestures toward Damian as well. "And this is Damian Wayne. It's a pleasure to meet you!" At the very least she doesn't squeeze the heck out of Janet's hand, and Damian's urging for her to calm seems to have helped a bit though she was still very much red-faced. When Janet gestures toward Spider-Woman her green eyes snap toward her raking over the dress she wears with another quick smile. "Lovely. Of course, everyone here seems to be, but I always do admire your work."

"Nothing I can't handle." Spider-Woman admits. "I get to keep my identity for full disclosure, so long as it doesn't involve my colleagues, to a finite point," she smiles. "He cannot expect me to speak for them, to be honest. I intend to give him full honesty. He agrees to respect mine and my client's privacy for a full spread in the paper, as well as my cooperation, which I am only happy to give." She smiles at Carrie. "You are too kind to say so, Ms. Kelly. Mr. Wayne, a pleasure I'm sure." She reaches a hand out towards Damian, a rather formal gesture. "Janet is top notch in haute couture."

Natasha and Tony, hands wandering far more than they should (but this /is/ the Hellfire Club), make their way to the exit. The red-headed spy is actually laughing and half dragging the goateed playboy-- too much to drink? Maybe. Or not. Who knows with either of them lately?

Damian smiles faintly when Carrie gets a hold of herself and he squeezes her arm briefly in support before he offers his free hand to Miss Van Dyne. "A pleasure to meet you, Carrie has shown me some pictures of your work, it's quite impressive." He shakes Spider-Woman's hand next. "Thank you, the pleasure is mine. I understand you are an Avenger?"

"I am, Mr. Wayne. Quite right, observant you are. Being from Gotham, I did not think you would've paid attention, not to say that as a bad thing, of course. Is Mr. Bruce Wayne your uncle?" She asks in, polite, general conversation. "I should say he should be quite proud of your decorum." Spider-Woman throws Damian a bone, complete with a smile.

"Our mystery woman is much too kind. I simply do what I enjoy." Janet then releases Carrie's hand, taking Damian's with a gentle embrace. "I am pleased to hear you say that, Mr. Wayne. Truly, I am just one designer in a sea of thousands." As Jan releases Damian's hand, she returns her attention to Carrie. "Carrie Kelley. Yes...yes I do remember. Your comments about internet trolls on Twitter came at the perfect time. You wouldn't believe some of the hatred spewed forth from what seems to be, in essence, intense jealousy. Thank you very much for your kind words, both then and now."

Peter Parker has managed to flee, dignity abandoned on the field of battle and avoid the terrifying superwomen. for now, he's recirculating, taking some photos over of the architecture.

Beast has fallen silent for once and seems content to listen. He though moves to get himself another drink and eyes the buffett. He realizes all the shrimp is gone and mutters, "mores the pity.'

She eyes as Hank McCoy goes to poke around the food. "It would seem, my dear companions, my escort goes quite restless." Spider-Woman smiles at the party she stands with. "Please excuse me as I leave and take him with me?" Ever polite, 'Belle' moves with a nod to all to Hank's side. "Are you ready to go, my darling?"

"The Avengers are famous beyond New York," Damian replies to Spider-Wpman with a smile. "And no, Bruce Wayne is my father." He looks over at Janet again "Well, you stand out amoungst the dross, and as I said, Carrie loves your work."

Peter Parker pauses as he sees Henry Peter Gyrich chatting amicably over with the head of Roxxon Corporation. The camera automatically goes up and takes a 'CLICK'.

Beast turns as he hears Jessica's voice. "Please and I say we should. " He grins sweeping her up in his arms, "I think we should go before we have to talk to some body we don't like."

Carrie takes a step back after the greeting so as to give Janet her personal space once again glancing to Spider Woman as well to offer her a friendly grin. Her attention however rivets back on Janet as the pleasantries are offered around. "Oh it's more than just your work. It's the fact that you can balance your passion for design along with your other work. That's beyond impressive." Pausing a moment she backtracks to glance at Damian with a flicker of worry, "Of course Mr. Stark has done the same it would seem," she offers apparently attempting to appease his own particular interest in the Avengers.

Spider-Woman giggles feverishly. "Oh, I tend to agree. Don't ruin the gown, please," she says in a sort-of stern tone, but there's a smile on her face. She smiles to Carrie and Janet, sending a slight, yet dignified, wave before Hank takes her out of there.

"Well, you might say my design career would not have taken off if it wasn't for my extracurricular activities. You should see the number of Wasp costumes I have designed for myself over the years." Jan steals a glance back to her poor Hank, who, despite the crowd thinning out, still seems to be a nervous wreck. She turns to back to Carrie and Damian, pressing her hands together in a prayer-like manner, as if she is begging. "I am so sorry to cut this short, but I need to rescue poor Dr. Pym before he starts talking to insects. However, I would love to continue our discussion later. Just tweet me whenever you wish to visit the studio and I will make all the necessary arrangements. My treat."

Damian gives Carrie a nod and glances towards the door where Tony dragged his date out the door. "So it seems," he remarks before he smiles to Janet and says to her offer "I think you just made Carrie's night," he remarks with a smile. "Thank you." A good night is offered to Spider-Woman as well before she goes.

Peter Parker furrows his brow over as he passes by Roderick Kingsley. Something about that guy is setting him off but he can't figure out -how-.

Carrie bites down on her lower lip as she... squeals? Is she...? Well it's a high pitched noise that she cuts off quickly as she composes herself with a quick swallow. "Yes of course, that would be fantastic! Go take care of your date," she urges with a quick bobbing nod as she offers, again, "Fantastic meeting you! I hope the rest of your evening goes well." With that she allows Janet to take her leave, and turns toward Damian beaming brightly.

The fangirl squeal was not unexpected, but it still draws a laugh from Janet. "Splendid. I look forward to our next meeting, my dear Carrie." She takes a step back, nodding to Damian as she does so. "Thank you, as well. Please have a pleasant evening." With that, Janet turns to scoop up Hank, taking his hand and whispering soft encouraging words to him as the pair head for the exit.

Damian meets Carrie's joy with a veneer of detached amusement one he can't quite keep up. He smiles. "Happy?" he asks as that smile spreads across his face. He finishes his drink. "And shall we go?"

"Splendid. I look forward to our next meeting, my dear Carrie." She takes a step back, nodding to Damian as she does so. "Thank you, as well. Please have a pleasant evening." With that, Janet turns to scoop up Hank, taking his hand and whispering soft encouraging words to him as the pair head for the exit.

Carrie retakes Damian's arm with a quick nod of agreement to both of the questions. "Amazingly I'm not one for crowds, so yes. Besides this dress has got to come off soon. You have no idea how much the back itches." Something about all those darn rhinestones.

Damian keeps his composure and nods "Definitely time to go then," he agrees before dropping off his glass and leading the way out the doors.