<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Ryan-Kwanten_zpsxuj4nvjh.jpg)</div><strong>CHARACTER NAME:</strong>Cannonball aka Samuel Guthrie<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(14:16-14:20 PM), May 19th 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Complex, Upstate New York<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Wearing:<br/>(http://uncannyxmen.net/sites/default/files/images/costume/cannonball-bigcostume13.jpg)<br/>Tagged: Captain America and any assembled Avengers<br/>Warnings: None<br/><br/>"Ah guess Ah'm not gettin' any orange juice or coffee," Sam said, heading for his room.  He wasn't sure if he'd be able to change and be at the Quinjet inside of five minutes but if it looked like he was going to be late, he'd just grab his uniform and suit up in the Quinjet.  If he'd been fast enough, he wouldn't have needed to  ride in the Avenger's signature vehicle but even if his own ability to fly was considerable, the Quinjet was faster.<br/><br/>He'd grown used to throwing on whatever uniform he was currently wearing quickly.  He'd even stopped blushing when he needed to change in front of any of the various female mutants, metahumans and superheroes he'd worked with during his life.  Rogue was the one who could always make him blush with her southern accent, even if her comments were benign and not even remotely suggestive.  He smiled as he remembered his time with the X-Men.  Perhaps that was why he grabbed the black suit he'd worn with them.  It had the additional advantage of including a pair or high tech goggles that connected him to Friday.<br/><br/>Looking at his watch, he saw that he had slightly over a minute to make it to the Quinjet.  It was too far even to run in that time.  "Excuse me, Miss Friday, would you be so kind as to open Mah window?  Captain Rogers wants us at the Quinjet and if Ah want to be on time Ah'm goin' to have to fly."  He knew he didn't need to explain, especially since Friday already knew what was going on, but he felt rude asking the AI to do things simply by issuing commands.  He'd known several AIs over the years and he'd always preferred treating them like people.<br/><br/>"Certainly, Samuel," came the reply.  Sam was almost certain he could hear a smile in her voice. "Shall I close it after you're gone or do you want me to leave it open for when you return?"<br/><br/>"Please close it," Sam answered.  "Ah don't want to deal with all the mosquitahs that would sneak in while Ah was away."<br/><br/>It was a short flight from his window to the Quinjet pad.  He wasn't surprised see others there ahead of him.  One man stood out from the those assembled.  Even without his red, white and blue uniform, Steve Rogers stood out in a crowd. "Samuel Guthrie reportin' for duty, Captain Rogers." Sam said as he landed at the foot of the Quinjet access ramp.  "Permission to come aboard?"  Sam wasn't sure how formal the first Avenger was going to be on missions and he'd rather err on the side of caution.