Summary:Barry Allen runs into Snart at a coffee shop… Log Info:Storyteller: N/A |
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My name, is Barry allen.
And I am the Fastest Ma-
WE KNOW.
Okay okay, yeesh.
Barry was at the coffee shop, no doubt off-duty from his work at the NYPD. He managed to piss off the Chief and so Barry is taking some time to chill and relax himself, lest he mouth off or say something quirky again at the worst moments. He waits in line. God, he knew he should've just FOR ONCE sped, made his own coffee, and left before anyone even knew what happened. but, Barry's too kind for that. SO he waits in line.
such a dreadfully slow line.
Lena Snart wasn't the fastest woman alive, but she was one cool customer. (Har har.) Be it fate or because of the location of this shop, Snart was waiting behind one of NYPD's finest. Hands in her pockets, she stares at his back with an apathetic expression. Eyes lined black, framing a chilly blue, she offers him a smooth smile of her dark lips should he looks around and catch her attention. "Saturdays, hmm?" She asks conversationally, glancing around and then forward again. The magic did not work - the queue was still as slow as lava.
Oh no. Oh nononononono. Barry knew that voice. He recognized the voice. But as she stands behind him, and speaks, Barry turns his head after taking a moment to regain his composure. No need to run. she likely didn't have her cold gun on her….right? "I know right. But..that's New York for you. City that Never Gives You A Coffee." he extends his hand to her. "Barry."
Chuckling, she nods. "Seems like. Nice to meet you, Barry." She offers her hand in return, her navy tipped fingers wrapping securely around his hand. "Lena." The shake is solid, but doesn't linger for too long, and soon she's pulling back and stuffing her hand back into her pocket. Eyeing him over, she cants her head to the side, peering as if trying to read him. Did she recognise something about him? "Lunch break? Stretching those legs after being stuffed behind a desk for too long?" Pause, smirk. "Pissed off the higher-ups?"
Barry shakes her hand firmly. "Nice to meet you Lena." of course, he already knows who Lena is. This lady is one of the best thieves on the planet. The cold gun only made it worse. "Yeah, I made the Chief a little upset. Didn't like I was late to the crime scene by a fraction of a minute." he looks annoyed for a minute. "So I'm here on forced lunch break. Hoping by the time I get back the old man's either forgotten about it or had a stroke." no, he wasn't being serious.
But…he does let out a small sigh. "You?"
"Well, here's to the fall of those above you." She smirks, glancing forward as they finally start shuffling closer to the counter. "I hope it goes well for you when you get back, Barry." Pause, "Crime scene? Detective?" She inquires, eyes up and settling on his face. Her brows knit as she searches for…something. "Hmm? Me? Oh, just getting something warm to drink before heading out to my own job."
"Well, I don't ACTUALLY want them to fall. That would kinda suck, wouldn't you agree? Then what would I do for a living?" though her wishing of luck is appeciated by Barry. "Uh, Forensic." he smiles. "Oh nice, what do you do?" he is FINALLY next in line, and he orders himself a nice black coffee. Nice, bitter, and full of energy. LIKE HIM RIGHT NOW.
"Well, you'd still have a job. Your boss kicks over doesn't mean you lose your position. Especially if it's in forensics. Taking a black-light to this city must be murder." Pun completely intended. She's silent as he orders and steps up, making her own request. Where his was bitter and dark, her own was light and sweet. Iced-mocha, one shot, whipped cream. Paying, even leaving a tip, she steps away and waits for it to be made. "I'm a collector." She explains.
"Well, I wasn't being serious! You don't have to take things so seriously." Barry laughs a bit, rubbing at his forehead. But, when she says she's a collector, he couldn't help but smile. He doesn't want to ask what she's a collector of, because she'd say something along the lines of 'various profitable entities' like an archeologist would. He does smile then, sipping his coffee. "Do tell. So then, how long do I get to talk to you for?"
"Mmhmm. I like collecting things, the prettier the better." Chuckling she nods, eyeing up and shifting out of the way of other people still moving about their day. "How long do you want to talk to me?" She asks, accepting her drink and taking the first sip from its straw. A few more steps away, she lingers by a table, the invitation there for him to join her if he so wishes. "I'm more a freelance type girl. I go and do as I please. It's you on a clock, isn't it? You have an office and yelling match to get back to, after all."
"Well, I have at least ten minutes." But even STILL, Barry would be late. Its just…how he operates and its a horrible habit. He does give a small smile though. "Freelance huh? Must be nice, to be able to come and go as you please." seriously, if Barry started running, he'd be in Russia in a few minutes. But, he does take a seat at the table with her. "So then, what's the most exciting place you've been to?"
A genuine smile settles on her features once he sits with her. Perhaps, for Allen, it's an odd expression to see from someone he knew in a different way. A very different way. But, it's there, and the girl seems happy. "It's not bad. Sometimes it's annoying, but the game is fun." She decides, nodding and pausing for a drink. "Exciting place?" Chuckling, she sips again and considers the question, pale gaze skipping about the patrons of the cafe before returning to settle on Barry. "I'd like to say France, but I'm actually not too big on travel. I'm rather partial to blue and I visited a gallery once with a pool made entirely out of rare gems. It was…majestic." Pause, "And you? Have you had a day where everything went just right?"
Barry looks at Lena with a bit of curiousity in his expression. He knows Captain Cold has always been a selfish little…erm, lady, but didn't think she'd be so open about it with the insinuations. Either way, he does look at her. "France, huh? well, I've never been, but I've heard its one of those ridiculously beautiful places." he grins. "Hmm…other than that, I've only really been to Canada." bullshit Barry. "It's really lovely this time of year, ya know?"
"I wouldn't, sadly. Like I said, I don't really get to travel much." Shrugging, she leans forward, arms crossing as she sinks deeper into the conversation and their social space. "Canada? Sounds nice. I do enjoy the cold." Punny, she can't help it sometimes. At this point, her drink is half gone, causing her to shift just enough to start stirring in her whipped cream into the rest of the beverage. "You frequent this place, Mr. Allen? Is this your spot or was this just the closest thing to you?"
Barry chuckles a bit. "Well…" oh, she is just giving out ALL the cold hints. geez. "I do frequent this place quite a bit. Best coffee in the city, take it from me." he Fastest Man Alive grins just a little bit before he looks around the place. "its also the closest place, not…not gonna lie." he chuckles hard enough that his shoulders rise and fall. He sips his coffee, before he hums. "Hope you're not getting cold feet now." Hey, she talked about the cold. SHE DOESN'T GET TO QUESTION THE COLD PUNS.
"Cold feet? Never and always." Touche, Allen. A brilliant smile his way, she starts finishing off her drink before setting it aside. "Why would I be getting jitters and what about? You?" She teases, head canting to the side as she smirks his way, a dimple pressing into her cheek.
Barry chuckles a bit. "Well, not everyone likes to be friends with cops." He teases her. "especially if they're into some shady business." he laughs. Clearly he was joking. Right? either way, Barry does start to get up. "But I should really be getting back. It was great to meet you, Lena. I think I'd like to see you again sometime soon."
Lena Snart just quirks a brow his way. "Rude, Mr. Allen." Nodding, she allows him to move up and away from her as he pleases, she only follows after to toss away their rubbish. "I wouldn't mind that, Barry. Say…tomorrow? Same time? I'll even buy you a bagel." Winking, she takes her leave, turning pointedly in the opposite direction he was going.
How long had it been? A hour? Two maybe? Before he could blink there was already something happening blocks away from his office. An armored car was trasporting something special to a jeweler in another burrow away and a certain ice princess wasn't going to let that happen. Cops were on alert, the traffic was at a stand still, tires 'frozen' in place, and there standing before the truck is a smirking face wearing silver shades and a winter coat.
"Now now, boys. Nice and easy. No one has to die today…" She promises, the thick soles of her boots thunking with every even step. "Step away from the truck." She advises, gun up and energy core glowing with life.
Oh COME ON really?!
Barry had JUST gotten back to finally sit at his desk. When suddenly, the alarms are going off for the jewelers down the road. Cops aren't gonna be able to mussel up the manpower to go handle it. Looks like another job for…The Flash!
2 minutes later.
A red and gold blur ZOOMS through the area, down the street, in between cars, until finally? He's right front and center of the jewelers, his vocal cords vibrating to allow Cold to not be able to recognize the voice. "Captain Cold! Stand down, NOW!"
"Hello, Flash." She greets, gun still on the men in their truck. "What took you so long?" Smirking, she casts a side glance his way, her steps taking her closer and closer to the truck. The men inside are frozen. They're making a delivery, after all, they didn't sign up for this part of the job. "I'm just making a pick up. Relax. I'm not going to hurt anyone."
Promises, promises. Before another word passes her lips, the gun cranks on and fires in an wide shield toward the red streak. It was soon going to twist into a battle against 'slow' and fast. Brilliant and bright in hue, she grins against the backflash of her weapon, its reflection glimmering across her visor.
Flash is faster than her gun. Even though she likely knows this. Flash ZOOMS once again, leaving a gust of hair perhaps flying Lena's way. He manages to limbo under one of her beams of ice before he finally manages to get behind cover. He takes a deep breath, before he gets moving again, this time, attempting to run straight for Lena with such speed that he essentially body checks her with his shoulder. But that armor will probably protect her from injury. What he needs to do is get the innocents inside unfrozen. Not like he can just put them in a heater. Ugh, where's a Heat Gun when you need one?!
Thankfully for The Flash, the people in the truck weren't frozen themselves. They were fine, more so frozen with fear than any affect of her gun. The jump had only started, after all. Their wheels, though, and that of others cars? Well, those were locked in place for sure. She misses him with the sweep, her feet bracing and trying to watch after him. He was fast, but then again of course he was. It's in a last attempt she tries to fire in front of herself, aiming to stop the speedster in his tracks down on a kinetic level. But she takes that crack, the slam sending her sliding back with force until her body stops with the aid of a stuck car. Growling, she sets the gun up and out again, aiming for the man in red himself. "Cool off, Flash!"
The Flash zooms alongside the truck and the people, making sure everyone was fine. Even giving a thumbs up! but The Flash had experience on his side. As soon as that blast was coming straight for him, he angles his body so that he's moving alongside the beam and not straight for it, managing to still body check her. "Oh my god, your cold puns are so lame. You should Chill out." okay…he does shrug at that one. "Dammit."
Before he gets blasted right in the insignia with the cold gun! He falls over, but quickly gets back to his feet and on the run. "So, what brings you here this time Snart? lookin' for a nice new ring for your beau?"
She hit once, she could do it again. Even as she felt the bruising starting up across her body, she sets the gun for another mark, turning the dial so that the ray would spread. Can't hit the speedster himself more than once, then slow the space around him. A flare out and she bites down on the inside of her cheek. A brilliant display shows from the triangular shape of her barrel, slicking the ground, the air, the space around her and making it hard to dodge, much less get around. Science, it has to be science when dealing with The Flash. How do you stop speed? You slow it down on an atomic level. "No, Flash…just wanting something a lil pretty for myself. You know us girls."
Oh man!
Barry sprints, dodging the cold blasts for a moment before ducking under another. His goal should be incapacitation or disarmament. As he runs, she manages to ping his leg, causing him to stumble and clumsily fall over. But when he ran? he picked up several rocks. He chuckes them at Lena to try and give himself some cover fire. "You know you ain't gonna get me, Cold! So why don't you just come quietly, and maybe this sentence won't be as severe!"
"You never make them stick, Flash!" She calls out, dodging the stones even as some still pelt off her armor and jacket. Going for cover of the stalled out cars, she makes small adjustments to her gun before even attempting to fire again. "Besides, you don't know how to treat a girl!" Slipping out of cover, she fires off again, making the sweep larger than before, burning the power in the attempt of stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Not trying to!" Flash is though forced to dive behind cover (which in this case, is a crappy looking Nisan) and he waits for the wave to pass over. Before the red streak lives again, with Barry charging forth to try shove Lena across the road! the armor would protect her, but still. "Surrender Cold, I'm just warming up." he keeps his arms crossed, hit or miss. "Because the next time I run at you, you're going to sleep." Flash's kind way of saying he's gonna knock her out.
This was an annoyance now. Her precious gun not working as it should was…well, annoying. A fire, and another, she works her way around the back of the truck finally and starts breaking in. She wanted her prize and all the bluster and talk from Flash didn't change that. She'd never surrender.
"You did this, Flash! Remember that!" She calls out, reaching for her score as her gun starts firing out again, not at him, but at the civlians around her. A spray, a blast, they might suffer a horrible fate should he not choose them over her. He was quick, he could handle it. Right?
She does know that she's the one who started all this, ri-OH SHIT.
Flash makes the quick decision. He zooms and and individually ferries each and every person out of harms way of the blast. Easy peezy. But then, he's looking for Cold. He knows he is much faster than her…but she knew how to get away.
And she had, with a different type of ice in her hands for good measure. The day was saved, but the loot was gone. She would have things to deal with personally, her gun having let her down, or she let it down. Either way, it would need some tweaking. Barry? How would he handle it given that he had a coffee date with the criminal the very next day?