<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sub Basement Training/Weight Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Logan, Ares<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"> Carol had glanced back at Logan one more time and made an internal promise to later show him just what he was taunting. She felt like Gamoran and Ororo had things in hand at the moment and she needed to focus elsewhere before she forgot herself. As she worked her thigh muscles she noticed the new guy enter. He had an air about him of importance or maybe it was arrogance. Either way she wasn't sure if she liked it or if it frightened her a little. He tossed about those free weights as if they were nothing, but most normal weights were like that to her. The heavier, more sturdy equipment, obviously made for supers, was  where she would be spending her time. <br/><br/>She had moved on to a different machine and was laying on her stomach facing away from him when he had started to nearly choke himself. The air in the room grew heavy and then finally as he got up to go everything seemed calmer. Carol lifted her legs up behind her, sending her foot toward her shoulders, high and tight. She had done fifty reps and was ready to move onto working her arms next. The workout didn't usually take too long and then she'd move onto the pool for a cool down swim. Her left leg went up and she exhaled with the  motion before she  moved to get up. She noticed him leaving and rose a slender shaped brow. Her blue eyes looked Ares over then looked back to the equipment. Surely he wasn't intimidated by it or bested in any case. A slow smile crept over her lips as she thought of that and spoke up.<br/><br/><strong>"You leaving so soon?"</strong></span></span>