2015-09-17 Difference of Opportunities
This scene is rated Everybody
Warning: N/A
2015-09-17
Players: Steve, Janie
GMed by N/A
Title: Difference Of Opportunities

After the destruction of the mansion in August, the move to the Stark tower was by far not fully complete, and it was sure, that the Look and feel of it would never match the old building. But the usually unseen helpng hands like Janie, which fixed up the place after the notorious avangers parties or smaller attacks, tried their best to bring the formerly cold rooms to look somewhat respectable. At this moment, Janie was unboxing a cardboard box, that carried the label of a fabric manufacturer, checking the contents before eying the huge window front. "A few Curtains will do the place a favor…" she mutters, stretching out the hand to let the white fabric levitate so she can arrange it in midair before having the hooks get into the rail.

Coming out of a room that a few of his meager belongings were put in, Steve appears to be moving out of the Tower as he notices the maid and offers a grin. "Morning, Miss Wu. Do you have a moment?" he asks, as he had been meaning to address the young woman for a while.

Somewhat surprised that someone was actually there in the morning, Janie turned and forgot to concentrate on the curtain still flying midair, which of course resulted in it starting to fall and cover her almost instantly. Working herself out of the fabric, Janie sorted her clothes a second before facing Steve. "Mister Rogers! I am sorry for the mess."

Steve can't help but to chuckle a little. "Relax, Miss Wu, I know it's early still." he says as he moves to help with the curtain as he considers the young woman and gathers his thoughts. "I want to thank you again for your attempt to help on the docks a few weeks back, but I worry that you were along on a mission and nearly got hurt because of it." he admits as he pulls the curtain back from the woman.

"I'm not firing you or anything, so don't sweat that, but I want to ask.. I know you are only sixteen. What are you doing for schooling at the moment, when you are not working here?" he asks curiously. In his time, he's perfectly aware of how many men and women Janie's age had to take over farms or jobs or any number of things to fill in and help their parents, but still, this is not his era. "Are you aware of Tony's new school a few floors up down from here?"

"I take driving lessons, Mister Rogers." Janie answers, smirking a moment. "I heard about it, but here is so much to be done. There are not even tablecloth fitting here yet and I am just about to make those curtains…"

"There's also more helpers here than at the Mansion, Miss Wu. I doubt being a maid is what you want to do with your life, and while being an Avenger is an admirable trait, I want you to have something to fall back on in case something happens."

"Because of that, I want you to attend the Academy. I'll get your expenses handled, but I believe that you should have the chance to persue your dreams outside of the crime-fighting and cleaning business." Steve explains as he adjusts the box in his arms. "I think it would also do you good to be around others that share your abilities, since it is not Xavier's and you'd be in a climate that is more like what you are used to."

Janie gives Steve a taxing look. "I am a seamstress, if that is what you mean. I just do this internship to save a bit so I might get a chance later. And as far as I know, there is noone that so much shares my abilities, unless you count Magneto's metal control. That might count as similar, but I doubt anyone would approve taking a training at him." A moment she seems to think "And I can't afford the Xavier's Institute. Did you read what their Fee is?! 2000 USD per week!"

"Between Doctor Grey and Miss Marie, I believe you could learn. And it's not Xavier's, it's Tony's Academy of Tomorrow. Consider the training and schooling to be part of your employment package that you will need to take advantage of." Steve responds. Did he just.. order her to school? Perhaps. "I've already turned over your file for enrollment, so hopefully Doctor Grey or Tony will be in touch with you soon. I am not taking no for an answer."

"You do realize, that I am an emancipated minor, Mister Rogers?" A moment she almost glares at him, before she starts to pull the curtains together to later hang them up. "If I must, I will take the classes, but don't count on good grades."

"I only rely on you to try your best, Miss Wu." While she may be glaring, Steve is holding his ground. He's used to dealing with threats to the world. A petulant teenager isn't going to rock him too much (at least until he has one of his own). "I believe in the dream, Miss Wu. That you should be allowed to pursue what you want, and I'm giving you that opprotunity." A faint look of disappointment crosses his features. "Don't let me down, Miss Wu. Don't let potential be wasted on the anger of youth."

Janie turns once more to the Avenger, her hand stretching out towards him as she pulls at his clothes, almost like the famous force choke from star wars. "Anger is something entirely different from potential. Do you see the terrible potential I have? Do you see the similarity between me and the terrible terrorist? Oh, you want to enlist me there… not because you want me to learn, you want to make sure I don't go a certain way, do you?"

Feeling the yank on his clothing, the box that Steve was carrying falls to the floor, spilling the contents. He doesn't fight the action, his expression of disappointment becoming worse as she starts with her accusations. "You need to stop listening to what you think I'm trying to say and what I am actually saying, Janie." he uses her first name as he steadies himself. "I know what is being said about mutants out there, but that has nothing to do with what is going on in this hallway at the moment. You're.." a small grunt as he sets his feet to hold his ground. "…facing a choice at the moment. You can continue this attack, this show of force and anger and everything else that you want to let out. And then you can pack your belongings and move out, and find your own way with your emancipation. Or." he says, his expression stern, father-like almost, as the first Avenger stands his ground.

"You can realize when someone is offering you a way for you to find your own path in life. I'm not saying that juggling a school and work will be easy - I did it myself in college, and that was without parents. I know where you have come from and what you may want to accomplish - but here, this is the moment you have made for yourself. You decide which path you want to take - the path of learning, or the path of self-reliance."

As he feels his voice rasp and breath catch, Steve reaches up, his fingers grabbing into the cloth and tearing it away from his neck. "That's /quite/ enough."

As Steve braces against the pull and attempt to get him under cintrol by choke, even ripping the neck of his shirt, Janie abandons the tactic and just pushes against his chest with a rush of her telecinetic and pulls at the legs of him the same time, attempting to get him to the ground. "And what do you want to teach me? I am a chambermaid, I am a seamstress, but you treat me like a teenager that does not know what is good for her. Weren't you begging to be accepted to the army, and just about a year and three months older? Weren't people my age working everywhere around the world when you were young? Aren't you a bit hyppocrite when ordering me to go to school and expect good grades?"

As Steve braces against the pull and attempt to get him under cintrol by choke, even ripping the neck of his shirt, Janie abandons the tactic and just pushes against his chest with a rush of her telecinetic and pulls at the legs of him the same time, attempting to get him to the ground. "And what do you want to teach me? I am a chambermaid, I am a seamstress, but you treat me like a teenager that does not know what is good for her. Weren't you begging to be accepted to the army, and just about a year and three months older? Weren't people my age working everywhere around the world when you were young? Aren't you a bit hyppocrite when ordering me to go to school and expect good grades?"

Shoved to the ground by the very cloth that is on his frame, Steve gives a grunt and frowns heavily before he looks up at her. "Three years.." he starts off with his response. "I was twenty when Poland was invaded." Pointing that out with a start, he strains against the woman's hold on his clothing to push himself up into a kneeling position before he shoves a picture towards her. A woman, not much older than Steve, but her outfit suggests age. "That's my mother. She was a seamstress. A cook. She worked numerous jobs to try to provide for me after my father passed away. She wanted a better opprotunity for me." he says with a cough as he feels the cloth tightening on him, but he's not fighting it, yet.

"When I was trying to join the Army it was because there was no other real choice. The world was at war, and I wanted to do my part to help. And someone… someones.. Doctor Erskine and Peggy Carter.. saw the potential in me that everyone else was willing to look over. They gave me the chance to achieve my potential that noone else would. When I was your age.. and until I was eighteen, I was in school." he points out. Indeed, he is a college degreed artist.

"Being a chambermaid.. and a seamstress.. in a time when you have so many doors available for you to open and then claiming you want freedom.. is hypocritical." he points out quietly, forcefully. "Is this what you want?"

Janie chuffs as she relases the control on Steve's dress, turning around to grab into the box she had stuffed the curtain in. "This is all I can do and afford! This is all I HAVE! many doors open? Show me the college that would let me in without even a high-school degree. Show me the company that want to hire me without a proper record of a Junior High. Of all the doors other kids my age have, I have only few! That school? Fine, I will take the chance, BUT neither me nor you can know if that is my way."

Once the hold is released, Steve gets to his feet. Picking up his belongings, he frowns. "Stop wallowing in your self-pity and doubt." he responds, his voice forceful. "I said we would find a way to have this covered for you, all you have to do is make the effort. Cut out the poor pitful me stuff and pull yourself up and take the opprotunity I have presented to you and make something out of yourself, if you want. Otherwise, there's the door, I will make sure you get your last check, as you don't want to be part of this organization, as part of it is always learning and adapting to the situation." he states, his expression and tone flat. She's obviously gained his ire for now.

Once he has the box picked up, he turns to start towards the elevator. "And if you ever pull a stunt like that again, Miss Wu, I will have you removed from the premises. You want to be an adult, act like an adult, not a petulant child upset at being told she has to do something she doesn't like."

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