Calista gazed around the table and took big sip from her spiked coffee, carefully listening to the others' backgrounds in fighting or protecting others. It seemed that while everyone had a good handle on their abilities, almost none of them were ready to protect the Earth from anything aside from petty criminal activities. Maybe that would be the way to start out and not by fighting intergalactic threats that could end humanity. If that were to be the case, humanity was surely fucked. Or at least Calista thought so.<br/><br/>The cat purred in her arms, prompting her to pet its head lightly as she thought about the words that were yet to come out of her mouth. While she was an immortal like Andromeda, she had no experience protecting others, let alone using her magic to fight. Aside from a few fights and that fated bank robbery that prompted her unorthodox introduction int the world of the Avengers, she was just as clueless as the rest of her peers in this room.<br/><br/>"So... fighting experience. Well, I started taking martial arts classes when they became really popular a few decades ago. But I've done it mostly as a hobby to empower myself and for personal protection. I'm a black belt in karate and I know extensive Krav Maga. But aside from using it to help people during a bank roberry... I don't consider myself a protector of any kind." Calista said in the most honest she could manage, trying to not sound bitter. As she gazed at all the people in the room, she started to experience a good old case of imposter syndrome. Did she really deserve to breathe same air as the people here, who ad probably done way better things with their finite lives than she had in the apst 100 years?<br/><br/>Calista sighed loudly, sitting back on the chair. "The only time I tried saving people way before I even got my powers culminated on my friends and myself getting recaptured and burned at a stake by the Inquisitors. And that was the last I ever lead a team, if you could even call it that."<br/><br/>The young woman stood up from the chair and plopped Midnight down on the chair as she headed over to the window, opening it up to get some air. She glanced back at the others and bit her lower lip. "I... have PTSD, even after all these years and survivor's guilt."<br/><br/>"I am much better at covert missions. I have plenty of experience with them. I was a spy during World War I and 2 and I participated in many interrogations with Allied soldiers. I mostly scared the shit out of Nazis after revealing my true form and got them to spill the beans on their operations and helped liberate some camps. It was a small but worthy contribution," she said, not sounding very convinced of her efforts. "So... yeah no experience whatsoever. Who's next?"