[She figures they're not tossing around costumes, so she shows up in casual clothes- loose black exercise pants and a SHIELD-issue tee-shirt she'd had in her bag. She figures the later ought to be enough for Steve to pick her out of the crowd. She parks her motorcycle out front, a sleek red Harley that she'd happened to be riding when she was pulled through (which she can only say her thanks for).
Ava's pretty but she doesn't usually stand out in a crowd, though part of that is because she rarely wants to. Five foot nothing, bright copper-red hair pulled into a short ponytail, probably not a buck even soaking wet. Her eyes are a little strange, bright blue, almost electric.
She figures he'll probably beat her there, and so she's scanning the faces, and if she sees him, she'll wave, trying to catch his eye as she walks over. This'll be fun. Good practice, anyway.]
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[She figures they're not tossing around costumes, so she shows up in casual clothes- loose black exercise pants and a SHIELD-issue tee-shirt she'd had in her bag. She figures the later ought to be enough for Steve to pick her out of the crowd. She parks her motorcycle out front, a sleek red Harley that she'd happened to be riding when she was pulled through (which she can only say her thanks for).
Ava's pretty but she doesn't usually stand out in a crowd, though part of that is because she rarely wants to. Five foot nothing, bright copper-red hair pulled into a short ponytail, probably not a buck even soaking wet. Her eyes are a little strange, bright blue, almost electric.
She figures he'll probably beat her there, and so she's scanning the faces, and if she sees him, she'll wave, trying to catch his eye as she walks over. This'll be fun. Good practice, anyway.]