An eyebrow popped up as Ms. Marvel bit her lower lip. She was surprised by the question, and although they had long since set up the spare bedroom as 'Ms. Marvel's', no one had ever asked to see it before. Of course, no one outside family who used it when they visited. Kamala had always said Ms. Marvel wouldn't mind using Aamir's old room. She cleared her throat. "I... Actually think... That's doable. I am an adult and have kept my nose clean except for today, but only because I promised you a date."<br/><br/>Abu looked up as Ms. Marvel arose. "What's doable, Beta?"<br/><br/>"Seeing my room, Abu."<br/><br/>Abu looked at her, then him, and back to her. "Yours. Don't accidentally walk into Kamala's like you did on that tour. You're just lucky Kamala was out. You know she's home this time. And probably doesn't want to be disturbed. Be responsible."<br/><br/>Ms. Marvel nodded. "Thanks, Abu. Yes, sir." She then led the way quietly, which was easy for her in her boots. They seemed to be made for stealth. She reached the top and pointed to the first door. "That was Aamir's and is mine when family visits... Unless it's him. You know he's married now with a child of his own? That's in the comics, one of many things they did research and have correct. That I'm Inhuman, is also right. Some of what goes on here or in battles? Meh, notsomuch. If they ever do one on the fight we had, it probably won't mention how Hulkster almost wet himself when he first saw the behemoth... Or how Zoë, who pretended to be me for a while, actually took over after Cyke and I got smacked away and through the building. No... Somehow, I'll come out unscathed to lead to victory." She rolled her eyes as if several past stories might not be<b>EXACTLY</b>as Marvel Comics told them. They walked to the first door on the opposite wall, and the other could be seen with Kamala's shoes she had worn to get Joseph, sitting to the side of it. With a big poster with brilliant reds, yellows and blues, declaring in violet,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:violet">KAMALA'S ROOM</span>. Sighing, Ms. Marvel led him into hers, nearer the steps.<br/><br/>Inside Ms. Marvel's room was almost typical to what could be expected from a superhero. An unmade bed, cluttered floor, neat closet with several exact copies of the very suit she had on. A dresser shaped bookcase lined with various awards, meticulously set so the owner could explain each one with a key to the city on the center shelf in the center of the case. A poster of Captain Marvel/(Carol Danvers) was opposite the closet, eyes looking out the big bedroom window with blue drapes, and small yellow lighting bolts in a pattern. A computer desk with office chair, sat in a corner, and it was that chair Ms. Marvel took as she pulled another to be both in front of her and to see the scene of the backyard and beyond for Joseph. "So...? Not exactly what you were expecting? Or exactly what you were expecting?" She smiled.