[ Ava had found the house before she'd gotten too cold. She'd come in and wanted nothing more than to start the fire, but her training/instincts/memories convinced her that searching the house was better. She'd heard someone talking downstairs and fear had nearly choked her before she'd pushed it aside. She could handle this. She was a full-fledged S.H.I.E.L.D agent (almost) a meta human who had survived assassins, a mad scientist and having Natasha Romanoff in her head, not to mention public high school. Whatever was down there, she could deal with it. She pushes herself forward toward the stairs, hands crackling with electricity as she creeps down the stairwell. Her eyes go wide and the electricity crackling in her hands arcs from one to the other when she sees Steve there. She doesn't immediately recognize him, but she will in a moment. His face and his status as real, live, superhero is all over her world, but she's never met him in person. ]
Who are you?
[ She doesn't sound hostile. In fact, her voice quavers a little with fear. Her pep talk hadn't been so effective that it had chased away all her fear. She's in a place she doesn't know (a world she doesn't know) without a real memory of how she got here. That fear isn't going away anytime soon. ]
I mean...if this is your house, I'm sorry. It's just cold out and I thought....
[ She backpedals, memories of her days as a homeless teenager creeping in. It's not the first place she's broken into nor is it the first place she's gotten caught in. Sometimes being polite and playing the clueless, teenage girl helps. Of course, that was before she had electricity running through her body and sparking around her hands. She doesn't have enough control yet to smother it when she's afraid though. ]
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Who are you?
[ She doesn't sound hostile. In fact, her voice quavers a little with fear. Her pep talk hadn't been so effective that it had chased away all her fear. She's in a place she doesn't know (a world she doesn't know) without a real memory of how she got here. That fear isn't going away anytime soon. ]
I mean...if this is your house, I'm sorry. It's just cold out and I thought....
[ She backpedals, memories of her days as a homeless teenager creeping in. It's not the first place she's broken into nor is it the first place she's gotten caught in. Sometimes being polite and playing the clueless, teenage girl helps. Of course, that was before she had electricity running through her body and sparking around her hands. She doesn't have enough control yet to smother it when she's afraid though. ]