Mayhem glanced up as the first person entered the room, immediately breaking into laughter at the sight of the familiar face. Of course, of all people, Murder would be the one to walk through the door. Here, he'd been worried about shooting him a text later, and it turned out Fury had taken his recommendation seriously. Beaming as his best friend loaded a plate for himself, Mayhem tracked him as he moved about the room, coming to sit in the chair next to him.<b>"Looks like you did too. All that vigilante shit amounted to something, huh?"</b>He chuckled, looking over to Fury with a mischievous glint in his eye.<b>"I don't think the world is prepared for this kind of Avengers team."</b>It was a true statement, as he doubted there had ever been a duo quite like them. It bode well for the rest of the team, at least, and made Mayhem wonder at the kind of people Fury had gathered.<br/><br/>The second to enter the room was a young blonde woman, and she seemed none too pleased with being awake, to say the least. Mayhem appraised her over his cup of coffee, noting the disparity in their outfits. Of the three, she looked the least put together, almost looking as though she had just rolled out of bed and thrown on the nearest jeans. Based on the wrinkles in her shirt, that much might be true. She muttered as she selected a small pile of fruit, looking like not nearly enough to sustain her.<i>That will be a pain in the ass in training. Gotta eat enough to sustain the energy burnt in combat.</i>As she sat, she made a passive aggressive comment to Fury, and Mayhem rolled his eyes. Setting his hand on the table in Murder's reach, he sipped his coffee slowly, electing to stay silent as he scooted his chair closer to his best friend.<br/><br/>Third was another woman, far at contrast with the other with dark hair and eyes, set against clothing that looked like it came out of a goth club. He was far from judging, looking like a fan standing backstage at a Motionless in White show, admiring the cut of the leather pants. He'd have to see if they fit the same size clothes, considering she was<i>definitely</i>the same height. Mayhem could only hope he was so lucky, and could already think of a few of his pieces that would look killer on her. He gave her a two-fingered salute with an arched brow as she sat down, a smile playing over his cheeks.<b>"Morning. Hell of a style ya got."</b><br/><br/><br/>The next to enter was a man who- to put it bluntly- Mayhem briefly contemplated asking if he could climb like a tree. Looking over to Murder, he gave the man a wide smirk, knowing his friend would understand the thought going through his head. After all, Murder knew better than anyone what his type was. He walked straight up to Fury, shaking his hand and thanking him before grabbing himself food and sitting in the corner.<br/><br/>Finishing his cup of coffee as the fifth person walked in, he gave the man a cursory glance, waiting behind him at a reasonable distance as he shuffled to get himself coffee and a plate of food. Mayhem refilled his cup, adding a spoonful of sugar before returning to his seat, glancing at the newcomer with an arched brow.<i>Blind, eh? Curious what his abilities might be.</i>He muttered out a greeting, and he couldn't help but smile, always appreciative of a pretty voice.<br/><br/>The last to arrive was a woman- very much late according to the clock, which read 10:07- bearing luggage and... a cat? Mayhem arched a quizzical brow at her as she began feeding it, leaning into Murder as he sipped his coffee. At her question, Mayhem shrugged.<b>"Isn't it a bit early for drinking?"</b><br/><br/>Fury had said a team of seven, right? That must mean they were all here.<b>"Guess we should all do a brief rundown of our skills and abilities, eh? Good enough an icebreaker as any, and I fucking hate small talk."</b>Glancing to Fury for the okay to continue, he sat up straight, duotone eyes scanning the room as he spoke.<b>"I go by Mayhem. Voidwalker extraordinaire, level 5 kali expert, and full-time rabid Chihuahua. Got a temper a mile wide, and a switchblade wit." </b>Pointing to Murder, he leaned his shoulder into the taller man's with a wide grin.<b>"This is my emotional support raptor. Careful, he bites."</b>