<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/665299663938650135/1007100826319339580/IMG_0010.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Dr. Morgan Stark (Aegis)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Aegis sensor suit<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ravager, Devils Nyght, Torrent, Roulette, Pandemic, War Bride, Mind Witch, Red Goblin, Magni,<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan was dancing in the sky, enjoying the open sky and the flexibility of the suit. It was like being in a slice of heaven. She was dancing to Shakira at three thousand feet. Then her thrusters cut out and she dropped like a rock. She reactivated the thrusters a mere forty feet up, landing feet first with a ground shaking thump. She pulled her suit into her body, the nanites deconstructing and settling into her long bones. She had her Extremis amping her blood production which allowed the nanites to use half the space in her bone marrow. She nodded to Kendall as the suit was disassembled and stored.<br/><br/>“Tempest. Good to see you, any of the facilities need work?” She asked as she remotely connected with the facility mainframe to ensure that Friday was working fine and had no issues. She imagined the terrorists who tried to kill her might come looking to check her crib out and see what her four years in the Quantum bubble taught her about tech. Four subjective years to her but 15 minutes in the real world. Friday whispered in her cochlear implant.<br/><br/>Everything is at optimum conditions Dr Stark and congratulations on your degree. Does MIT have any science programs you haven’t broken thru the grade curve in yet? The AI asked with her Irish accented voice. Morgan chuckled as she shook her head. “No Friday, I’ve been asked to teach about the Pym particles once a semester while I look for orbital certification. NASA is being quite hide bound in their certification program.”