It's my own desire. It's my own remorse.

Another day in New York. This little vacation here was really starting to become quite interesting for the Nazi woman. She was meeting people, getting to know the area, but, sadly, she wasn't meeting the right people. Sure, it was interesting meeting the supposed Spider-man, but it wasn't who she wanted to meet. No, she had plans, goals, a mission. Now, had the Spider been apart of a certain team, then she would have been much happier in meeting him first. But at least it had helped her solidify her alias, her guise. Then again, she supposed she should have had it solidified before even going out that day. After all, she had all the documentation that went with the alias, right down to the appearance used. 

She stared into her bathroom mirror a moment, messing around with her wig to make sure nothing, absolutely nothing, would make it come off. Not even if she were to get lucky with some other tourist, it would still stay on. Perfect. The brown locks fell down around her face and they seemed all too natural. A bit of makeup to add a sort of natural rosiness to her cheeks and to accentuate her eyes. And, of course, she had to make sure that the green contacts were in just right. Everything looked perfect. It looked natural, like it was who she really was. And that was just how she liked it. Today's ensemble included red skinny jeans and a black v-neck sporting a Nirvana logo on it. She had put waterproof make up over her only tattoo, in case it was somehow visible, making the swastika over her heart seemingly disappear from existence.

Kammi winked at her reflection, getting into her character, before putting on a pair of sunglasses, grabbing her purse, with all of this identities paperwork and the like in it, and heading out the door of the sweet. Within minutes, she was outside in the pungent New York air. She had an actual plan today, a goal. She would find one of them, any one of them, and approach them. Or so she hoped. She just needed one of the Avenger's to talk to, to learn about, to start figuring out how to meet that Captain of theirs. Her feet brought her towards Central Park, wondering just where she should begin her search. Well, it seemed like a marvelous place to being.

It was almost by luck that she'd spotted her there. Long red hair, gorgeous, by American standards, and an identity most seemed to be aware of. While the woman wasn't Miss Stark or the Scion, she was still just as useful. Kammi put up a nervous front as she approached the woman from behind, tapping her lightly, hesitantly, nervously on the shoulder. "Umm, excuse miss? I... I hope I'm not being too bothersome but... Are you Aileen Barton?"

481	Aileen Barton
hope this is okay~

There's a room where the light won't find you.

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For once, Aileen had something resembling a day to herself. She'd already done her working out for that day, she didn't have plans to meet up with Ginnie or T'Shan or her other friends, and so far there weren't any disasters occurring in New York City. Which meant she didn't have anything to do today. And she was bored. It was a change of pace as to how stuff had been recently, and it was boring. She didn't have anything to do. So she'd decided to go for a walk in Central Park. A perfectly normal thing to do. Not very exciting, but not very much was in day-to-day life. She was just walking around, sipping on a drink she'd bought herself. But then she felt a tap on the shoulder and turned quickly. She'd been able to tell it wasn't T'Shan or James, but as she turned, she let herself hope it was Ginnie or maybe Captain Marvel. So she was surprised and slightly disappointed when she turned and saw the brown-haired girl who'd tapped her timidly. Still, she smiled slightly as the girl asked who she was. She quite liked being noticed, she had to admit. Normally, it was just dorky fanboys gawking at her on the street, so this was a nice change.

"I am she," Aileen said with a little grin. So maybe it was nice to meet cute fans. "And can I ask who you are?" She didn't get approached by fans as often as she liked. And sadly, as a testament to the lifestyle she led, she was slightly on guard. How did she know this wasn't a distraction or a ploy before an attack? For all she knew, this girl was some thug with a vendetta or maybe even someone who was part of an organisation. The traffickers or one of this "Joker's gang" or a friend of Gizmo's. When did she get so suspicious? Someone asked who she was and she began thinking of all the possible enemies they could be. She spent too much time with suspicious people, clearly. So she reinforced her smile at the girl, waiting for her to answer.

It's my own desire. It's my own remorse.

She drew her hand back, keeping up that nervous front when Aileen turned. She even felt herself jump back a small step to try and give her space, just in case she was wrong. But she was never wrong. Kammi knew better than to approach without actual certainty. But when the red head told her that she was indeed Aileen, she let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes, these little roles seemed to take over completely, which, in all honesty, was probably for the best. The more she believed it, the more other's would believe it as well. Not like she really needed to worry about that. She let a small smile pull at the corners of her lips as she stared at the other woman before shyly seeming to look away.

"Oh me, right... Because I know who you are... It must be creepy not knowing me..." She chuckled nervously as she ran a hand through her brown hair before turning her green eyes back to the girl. Her fingers fell through her hair as she started to twirl the ends of it around her left index finger. "My name's Sharon Rogers. I was just..." She paused, another small nervous chuckle escaping her. "I saw you and knew I just had to talk to you. You're a real hero here, right? One of the Avengers? I've heard so many things about them growing up. And, well, just seeing one out and about like this blew my mind." She looked down again, continuing to play with her hair a little. It was amusing, though, because part of that was true. She'd heard a good deal about the Avengers. And, more specifically, about Captain America. Both of them. Or all three... she could never keep track. "Hey, to make up for startling you... I think i startled you at least. Did I startle you?" she was fumbling over her words and had to take a small breath before looking up again. "Maybe I can buy you a coffee? Or something to drink? I mean, you've done so much for this city, you deserve someone doing a little something back, right?"

359	Aileen Barton
Short but hopefully acceptable

There's a room where the light won't find you.

✿

Well, Aileen was definitely flattered. This girl was treating her like she was some sort of celebrity or something. Well, she supposed she was, kind of. She was a publicly known superhero, and most people who were interested in that kind of thing knew her name, and she did have a lot of money. But she'd never considered herself a celebrity as such, just a...person. But this girl was definitely making her feel flattered and bringing a grin to her face. The staring and looking away was definitely sweet. For once, it wasn't a creepy stare she was receiving.

She continued to grin as this girl, this Sharon, started to speak. God this was definitely good for her ego. 
"Yeah, I'm an Avenger, it's....y'know, it's kind of an honour," She was almost definitely humblebragging, or just outright bragging, but hey, she was going to take the opportunity. "We're a pretty famous team, yeah, I'm just glad people like you look up to us." Her grin was replaced by what she hoped was a more professional, reserved and inspiring one. It probably looked oddly similar to her grin. "But seriously, we're just people, you can come up and talk to us." She was definitely bad at this talking to the people thing. As Aileen Barton, as a person, she was great at it, but when somebody recognised her as Hawkeye, she immediately forgot how to do it properly. 

This girl definitely seemed cute. It was probably wrong for Aileen to be happy that her presence made somebody trip over their words, but she was just legitimately flattered.
"It might be a bit hot for a coffee today," She said good-naturedly, "But if you wanted to get something cold to drink, sure thing." Yes, she could afford all the cold drinks she wanted for the rest of her life. And yes, she was going to let herself be bought one. 
"I don't know I deserve it, but I'd definitely enjoy it." Yep, definitely humblebragging. She gestured for the girl to follow her, heading in the general direction of a bar she knew. "I know somewhere we can go."