(Note: This story takes place before Adam's time as Death)

Somewhere on Manhattan...

The young Titan looked from the paper map in his hands once more and up to the building in front of himself, then back to the map. Then cast his gaze around several more times until he was able to find a street sign. All in all the effort took only a few seconds, actually a shorter time than the groan of annoyance he let out as he tried to fold the map back up in his hands. The San Francisco demi-native (well, he HAD lived in New York once, ages ago) eventually gave up on that endeavor as well and simply began folding it haphazardly until it could fit into his pocket.

He was off from his intended destination, but not so badly as to make the entire endeavor pointless. "At least I'm in the right borough." Adam conceded to himself after several moments and stuffing his hands into his pockets. The whole trip was quickly proving that, perhaps, he'd greatly over-estimated his abilities to navigate cities that weren't San Francisco... still, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Only recently had Adam discovered that there was an actual Shaolin Temple branch in New York, more to the point it was headed by a real monk at that... and most promisingly: it had somehow survived the battle eight years ago.

Naturally, he'd wanted to spend a few days there to train. Getting permission from his mother had been difficult (borderline impossible, honestly. He was burning up a lot of favors getting this far) but at least he'd managed to work out a place to stay with Ted Grant. The old boxer had considered it an excellent idea to let the boy learn some other tricks.

But now, he realized, he'd very nearly missed his window of opportunity to reach the temple for the day... and sight seeing was never a bad idea, right? "And I'm NOT telling Mr. Grant that I was aiming for Lower Manhattan and wound up near Times Square." The boy added to himself, shaking his head vigorously before he started walking once again, careful to avoid the throngs of people milling about. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do, though. Maybe figure out which 'Famous Ray's Original Pizza' really WAS the original?

It was hard to really decide where to start with New York, but as if it was an omen or lazy writing a flyer drawn by the breeze slapped the youngster in his face, startling him from his reverie. The paper in question was an advertisement for 'Discovery Times Square'.

Limited time showing, mysteries of the Mediterranean exhibit!
Featuring the Bow of Apollo!

"...Really? They're just advertising that?" He asked, not even bothering to read the rest of the flyer, except what he needed to find the address, hoping he could locate THIS building at least. "I mean, that's basically asking Wonder Woman's villains to show up and try to steal it..."

(OOC: After much back and forth, it's finally here! ...And terrible. But hopefully it'll get better!)

It turned out that, no matter the job, security detail was always really boring. Didn't matter how good it sounded on paper, it was always the same thing. 'Come guard the Bow of Apollo, it'll be great! Archer history and doing the country proud.' Uh huh, when SHIELD said it like that, it sounded fun. Turned out that it really only took five minutes to see everything the Bow of Apollo had to offer. Yes, the craftsmanship was amazing, and it had a great history. Still only took about five minutes to appreciate all of that several times, which left Aileen with a lot of time to fill it with and not a lot to do.

To represent the Avengers, Aileen had come out in full costume. Not that she wasn't distinctive without it, one of the drawbacks of being a tall, redhead, model, superhero, but she was a hell of a lot more recognisable with it on. So there was the usual load of small children who wanted to take pictures with a hero - they were fine, it was impossible to get mad at small children. Then you had teenage guys who thought they were cool and charming with lines like 'I've seen your photoshoots, they're awesome.' A few of them had asked for pictures as well, and it had usually taken a lot of effort not to drag them out by their ears. And, no matter who was asking, replying 'yes I am' dozens of times to the question 'are you Hawkeye?' over the space of a couple of hours could really grate on you.

It also didn't help that she had to stand sort of between the entrance and the bow, so she was seen by pretty much everyone who walked into the exhibit. Her suit, luckily, was made to be both practical and comfortable to wear for an extended period of time. If she had some ridiculous skimpy leotard of the sort that had seemed so popular for a while, she was sure she'd have lost it. Thank god for practical tailoring. Still, even with a half-size quiver of arrows and a collapsible bow at her belt instead of her regular full-length one, it was hard not to feel a bit self-conscious, mixing in with the boredom. It'd almost be preferable if somebody did try and steal the bow. Apart from giving her something interesting, it'd also ensure that her time there wasn't completely wasted. Time she could have spent with friends or working out. Hell, time in bed would be an improvement over just standing there. 

Paying the fee to enter the exhibit was a simple enough matter. It seemed that despite the impressive name and promise of showing an actual piece of myth for the general public that there were very few takers to actually come and see it. Probably enough people had the same suspicion that such a major piece was simply inviting a supervillain attack that they chose not to come.

Or, maybe Greek Mythology just wasn't as popular as it once was.

Whatever the case, there was plenty of breathing room for the teen as he looked at some of the other exhibits first, meandering his way slowly past some of the Hellenic statuary, glancing at the plaque as he tilted his head in consideration of it. Seizing on a brief bit of whimsy, Adam attempted to strike the same pose as a discus wielding statue in front of himself, comparing his own physique to the Grecian ideal... and one conclusion was made obvious.

"I need to work out more." He huffed, still smiling as he resumed his wandering among the exhibits before he caught sight of a particular bit of color from the corner of his eye and finally came to a legitimate stop, blinking several times over.

Well, Adam finally thought to himself, thumbing the straps of the backpack he was wearing, thinking of his own costume inside of it. no expense was spared on security. They have an actual Avenger here! ...Wonder if I could have gotten in free by putting my costume on and coming as Tiger? He considered, finding himself next to Hawkeye as another gaggle of fans (whether of her heroics or other works) were meandering away.

"I would have thought museum security was a bit below the Avengers' radar." He mused with a broad and bright smile. "Or is this freelance? Does world saving not pay as well as I think it does?" The youth added, completely glossing over, or perhaps simply ignoring, her other career with the question.