Dan was glad to have Kara with him as they struggled their way into the building; or at least, part of him was. Bringing a largely untested rookie whose powers he only vaguely understood into a situation that he didn't even remotely understand was admittedly making him a little pensive; but at least having someone in a SHIELD uniform standing next to him made his outfit seem a little less weird.

His usual uniform - the awesome gold and blue jumpsuit that was the epitome of post apocalyptic coolness and fashion - was perfectly fine, and he would neither say nor hear a negative word about it. Unfortunately, the swift and bumpy ride in the helijet hadn't provided him with enough time or opportunity to change from one outfit into the other; and the idea of stripping down to his blue and gold boxer shorts in front of Specialist Hawkins and the mysterious probably-British guy had not been a particularly appealing prospect. Instead, he'd just decided to pull on the essentials, which had transformed his US Air Force uniform into possibly the most poorly accessorised outfit in the history of fashion. It was like someone had taken a Captain Dan Myers action figure - which, if that didn't already exist, absolutely needed to - and had put the uniform of a GI Joe on over the top without removing it's costume, the golden boots and the blue and gold gloves poking out from underneath the dark but probably not Navy blue because it was the Air Force pants and sleeves.

It could be worse, he mused. At least the tinted shades make you look cool.

Apparently neither the military nor SHIELD uniforms were enough to convince the security guards that maybe they should step aside and let them in. Neither, surprisingly, was the badge that Dan flashed at them: apparently movies and television had misled him when they'd made it seem like doing that would work.

Dan let out a sigh, and in one fluid movement wrapped his arm around Specialist Hawkins, using the other shoulder to barge into the nearest guard. His powers wrapped around his target at the point of impact, momentarily cancelling out most of the weight bestowed by the force of gravity and allowing the inertia from the impact to send him sprawling across the lobby with relative ease. Not waiting for the other guard to act, he let his powers envelop himself and the Specialist and, triggering a control stud in his glove, activated his boots. The small surge of electromagnetic repulsion wasn't much, but combined with a little extra thrust from his knees and the fact that he and Hawkins now had the combined weight of a small chihuahua, it was enough to launch them into a graceful parabola, clearing security and landing with a soft thud just outside the elevator.

"Sorry about that, Specialist," he said in a faintly deadpan and distracted tone, an arm keeping the doors open as he waited for Kara to step inside first. "I usually try not to get so handsy on a first date."

He heard the sound of one of the guards fumbling a sidearm out of the button-down holster on their belt. His head turned towards them, his arm reaching out to aim a fist threateningly towards the armed guard. "Son," he warned, a golden glow of energy slowly beginning to intensify at the end of a metallic protrusion on the back of his knuckles, "Just don't."