<div align="center">(http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/waspfbmain.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>Names:</strong> Hope Van Dyne-Pym<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Wasp<br/><strong>Affiliations:</strong> Avengers<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower (Formerly Stark Tower) New York City  <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br/><hr/> </div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/5b/92/c65b924bb4eaf445496c543e734fc95c.jpg)</div><br/>Cohabitation. Despite her and her father’s redeveloping relationship she didn’t think it would be wise to be a grown ass woman living at home. He had suggested that she at minimum visit and chat regarding events in her life. He did know about the invitation for Stark Tower and managed to convince the thirty-two year old to consider it.<br/><br/>Now she stood in front of the tower a scowl on her face as she contemplated going in.<em>This is so stupid. I should just go back home. Open a bottle of wine.. wait it’s still early. Dammit! A mimosa then those are acceptable this time of day..</em>She thought as she hesitated on opening the door and stepping inside. Someone managed to rip the choice from her as the door man spotted her beyond the glass, heavy bags in tote, and opened the door graciously for her.<br/><br/><strong>”Good morning, ma’am..”</strong><br/><br/>“Morning.. uhh thank you. Can you point me in the direction of the elevator?”<br/><br/><strong>”Certainly.”</strong><br/><br/>With that Hope Pym made her way to the elevator reluctantly as she made her way up to the top alone. “Please be empty..” she muttered under her breath as she reached the top and heard activity, story of her life here she was hoping everyone was sound asleep so she could head back out. Talk about mission failure.<br/><br/>“Morning everyone..” Hope greeted as she arched a brow spotting one of them drinking directly from the coffee pot. Suddenly she was hit with a feeling of coming home, she couldn’t explain it as she walked out dropping her bags on the couch before scavenging a cabinet for a mug to force Barton into sharing.