<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower - Male Dorms<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ares/John<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Carol had wasted no time in getting into the Tower. Once the coast was clear she literally flew in and headed to the stairs. The elevator was always slow moving upward and coming back down. She literally flew up the stairs, pausing only a moment to consider grabbing some food before shaking her head. If anything she could ask Jarvis if he'd bring up something or maybe she could bribe John to go out and get something with her. Carol had high hopes he wasn't in a rut still and the story from Johnny that morning made her believe fully that the god of war would be pouting at having been admonished by the sorcerer supreme. She was standing in front of John's door when the elevator rang out announcing its arrival to that floor. She smiled at her own ingenious thoughts as she started to knock. Her hand lifted then fell again. She smoothed out her hair and her dress before finally giving in.<br/><br/>Her knuckles rapped at the wooden door as she waited and tried to slow her breathing. Ororo had told her that if she had wanted to be with Ares it was up to her and she would be supportive either way. Carol really knew that Ororo was more or less just admitting that when or if Ares took over John completely and broke her heart she'd be there to help her piece it back together again. The sunshine haired female nearly turned and chickened out but shook her head at herself. She was never one to back down and she wasn't going to start by doing so because of her feelings for a guy. He'd have to deal with it. <br/><br/><br/><br/></span><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bobby, Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Staring at the doors, Greer moved past each one in turn. No signs on anything it seemed. She didn't try to open any of them as it was hard to say what might be behind those doors. Tugging her bag over her shoulder, she  loosened the strap enough to let it rest along one hip as it draped across the whole of her midriff. Her hands stuffed down into the front pockets of her Fantastic Four hoodie as she continued walking around the spanse of the open lobby area. The dark haired female wasn't expecting anyone to approach but she heard him long before he said anything. Turning toward him she gave a polite smile back, albeit a touch shy and reserved.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah... its a bit overwhelming in its entirety. I'm Greer. Nice to meetcha, Bobby."</strong><br/><br/>She took his hand and gave it a shake as much as you'd expect from a teenage girl. She had learned some control over strength and other more enhanced abilities during her time with S.H.I.E.L.D. and so she adapted into the "normal girl" routine rather quickly.<br/><br/><strong>"I was told to check in with Dr. Stephen Strange or Ms Ororo Monroe. I know Ms Monroe went up to the next floor with a group for some tour I'd assume but would you happen to know which way is Dr. Strange's office?"</strong><br/><br/>The rumbling of her stomach gave way to a quiet groan at herself for such a loud unexpected and involuntary exclamation from her body. It was true that she hadn't eaten anything since the night before, that is if you didn't count the pretzels on the flight. She could feel herself unwinding as energy levels were slightly lower than norm for her and her high metabolism craved that high protein diet she so wanted. Rubbing a few slender fingers across her middle she looked back up at him and pushed a few silken locks behind one ear.<br/><br/><strong>"Second thought... maybe a kitchen or somewhere to eat?"</strong><br/><br/>She flushed with embarrassment at the admission of needing food first and gave Bobby a sideways look of unsure hesitation before glancing back to her feet. Her long hair fell back down into her face again, obscuring her vision temporarily.<br/>