Things tended to happen when Dane was in New York, strange and weird things - and yet here he was. He had gone and done stood as the godfather for his latest second cousin (he really did think his name had been drawn out of a hat, he could come up with no other reason as to why his family would ask him to be a godfather to the son of a cousin he had hardly talked to growing up), and now he was here in New York. Tempting fate perhaps.
Walking along he had stopped by the home of 'The Avengers', thinking that it looked nice from the outside, and wondering if they found themselves almost buried in paperwork. He'd be willing to bet that they didn't have to hunt leprechauns either.
The person next to him said something in French, and Dane caught Eiffel. He should keep his mouth shut. He should. But he didn't. "No, but it's still pretty impressive." Hey - he might work for MI:13, but The Avenges were based out of America so that made them the home team. Kinda. Sorta.