The God of Thunder nods. "Aye Hank... this once. Under watch. After all they hath been through, Herakles wast right, they hath come of age in a way few wilt e'er know. Worry not, they shalt not e'er be unsupervised."
Half of him thinks Jan would throw a fit about this... and half of him thinks Jan would be wearing a Hooters T-shirt and helping serve the mugs.
Hank just shakes his head... watching little Cassie Lang, a lot more grown-up than he remembers, having fun with the pale kid that almost died during the last fight.
She's having fun. Maybe that means he should stop blaming himself for her father's death.
In the meanwhile, the group of men have been getting a beady-eyed stare from the twelve year old sitting at the bar. They might not notice that though as Molly's foil Thor helmet is more visible over the counter top than her face.
Regardless, her eyes are narrowed and centered on thing in particular.
"Floatie. Vanilla. Two scoops." She waves her mighty spoon as the Thunder God might wield Mjolnir in the heat of battle.
She's here to keep an eye on her friends and her new mortal enemy -that'd be Hercules- but babysitting is hard work. Growing superheroes need their strength.
Thor grins, walking up next to Herc and slapping him on the back companionably - shows that they're friends, at least. Then he reaches out with Mjolnir and touches the hammer to her spoon, sending out the tiniest jolt - not enough to do more than tingle, but making for a pretty show of sparks between the 'weapons' of the two warriors.
"Greetings, brave one. The Lion of Olympus speaks true... tis a fine helm indeed."
omgthisissofreakin'cool... - is what's running through her head as Thor creates the sparks. However, she's a hero too. So she tries to act mature and formal. And not be mean to Hercules.
She doesn't really get the various titles she's heard them call each other, so she figured she's supposed to make one up. "Thank you, my hairy super-friends. I had to make a new ha- umm, helm because HE-" a slight ice cream covered scowl is shot at Hercules "-ripped my other one." Just because he and Thor are friends, that doesn't mean she's quite ready to forgive him yet.... maybe after he gives her more ice cream.
She gives the third man a curious look, "Are you a super-god, too?"
He has to push down a laugh at the 'hairy super-friends' bit, yeah, he definitely likes this kid. But he manages, then nods gravely. "Well, then tis only fitting we get thee thine own helm. Herakles and I wilt see that thou art gifted with a replacement for what thou hast lost that wilt be somewhat harder to rip." "As for Hank Pym, he ist no God, but hath proven his bravery and worth amongst the Avengers many times."
True to his word, it should only be a few days before Molly gets herself a proper Viking helmet - nearly invulnerable, enchanted just enough that it will grow with her. But that'll be a bit yet.
That earns an excited grin. "My mom and dad were the ones that always bought my animal hats, but most of them got left behind..." and then she frowns with worry
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"Ahhh, arm wrestling, a fine and time-honored sport." he agrees with a chuckle. "As for finding thee, I believe that thee and thy friends art going to be given some options to contact the West Coast Avengers, in case thou need'st aid in the future, or training."
Then he glances at Thor.
No, it's more of a glare.
"Are you giving these kids alcohol?"
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This is not going to end well. He'll pretend he was bullied by the Gods to go along with this...
"You do realize that they'll revoke the charter if this gets out?"
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Hank just shakes his head... watching little Cassie Lang, a lot more grown-up than he remembers, having fun with the pale kid that almost died during the last fight.
She's having fun. Maybe that means he should stop blaming himself for her father's death.
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Under the circumstances, likely a suspension or fine - either of which he can deal with.
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He really can't afford another legal smear on his record.
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Regardless, her eyes are narrowed and centered on thing in particular.
"Floatie. Vanilla. Two scoops." She waves her mighty spoon as the Thunder God might wield Mjolnir in the heat of battle.
She's here to keep an eye on her friends and her new mortal enemy -that'd be Hercules- but babysitting is hard work. Growing superheroes need their strength.
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"You heard the lady," Hank says to Hercules. God, for the days when most teenagers were fine with a root beer float.
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"ROOT beer, Herc."
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"Aye, despite her valor, this one's not yet ready for the harder ales, methinks."
He fixes up the root beer float quickly, sliding it to Molly, and smiles, trying to make peace.
"That is a fine rendition of Mighty Thor's helm, young lass."
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"Greetings, brave one. The Lion of Olympus speaks true... tis a fine helm indeed."
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She doesn't really get the various titles she's heard them call each other, so she figured she's supposed to make one up. "Thank you, my hairy super-friends. I had to make a new ha- umm, helm because HE-" a slight ice cream covered scowl is shot at Hercules "-ripped my other one." Just because he and Thor are friends, that doesn't mean she's quite ready to forgive him yet.... maybe after he gives her more ice cream.
She gives the third man a curious look, "Are you a super-god, too?"
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"Well, then tis only fitting we get thee thine own helm. Herakles and I wilt see that thou art gifted with a replacement for what thou hast lost that wilt be somewhat harder to rip."
"As for Hank Pym, he ist no God, but hath proven his bravery and worth amongst the Avengers many times."
True to his word, it should only be a few days before Molly gets herself a proper Viking helmet - nearly invulnerable, enchanted just enough that it will grow with her. But that'll be a bit yet.
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