<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 - Hallway and into Girls Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No One<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Carol slipped out of the briefing room once they were released to go suit up. She had her answers and knew the mission at hand required swift actions. John may not have liked having to be flown up but if it came down to it, she was going to take him whether he liked it or not. Hopefully he wouldn't fight it much or someone could come up with a better solution. She thought about their time in the break room and the whole getting to know you bits. It was nice that he was trying to know who she was and what she was about. It was at least a start on any sort of relationship. She had to admit if he never asked she'd likely have thought he didn't really care as much as he claimed. <br/><br/>Upon reaching the dorm level floor, she opened up the heavy door without a sound. Most exit doors in a lot of buildings rattled or made some sort of alerting sound to being opened, this one however did not. It showed good craftsmanship and attention to detail, to her at least. If anything Tony was a perfectionist but at least he knew what he was doing. She started down the hallway at a decent pace, heading for her room. She paused just once to glance toward the area that she knew was Storms room and sighed some. It appeared the woman didn't really want to talk to her anymore. Carol thought that things were worked out with her relations to Ares and such. Mistakes happen and sometimes feelings get hurt beyond repair, there was nothing that the super powered female could do to fix it or make the dark skinned woman see her way of things. <br/><br/>After a few moments of contemplation she headed into her own room. The room was clean and her marvelous suit was hanging in the closet ready to be slid into. Carol didn't waste anytime grabbing it out and slipping out of her dress. Pulling off her undergarments next, she stood there looking at herself for a moment and smoothed her hands over the soft surface of her stomach before moving to grab up the leotard like spandex costume. She slid it on with ease and tied on the bright red silk sash to her waist. It hung down at her side, over her hip and along the length of her thigh. Pulling the fabric from her buttcheeks Carol turned in the mirror to examine herself. Everything was in place and proper, the shimmering lightening bolt across the chest was positioned perfectly, and she wasn't spilling out of her costume in any direction. Now she just needed to pull on her mask and then her boots. Those boots were her love. They were what made the outfit complete. The teen hero decided to put the boots on next instead and easily slid her leg down into the length of the leather. Securing each boot, she grabbed up the face mask and tied it around her eyes. It was a simple black mask that matched her suit. </span></span>