<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/morena_baccarin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers' Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Assembling Avengers<br/><hr/>Jan giggled at Ares.  She blew her cheeks out, until they hurt, and moved her jaw in imitation of his chewing.  Her brows furrowed and she tried to grimace, which seemed a very unnatural state for her pleasant features.  Then stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him.  The guy needed to loosen up.  Maybe get laid even.<em>He'd have to look elsewhere for that though,</em>she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn to the white skinned woman with the spot over her eye.  Jan wasn't really attracted to the woman, so much as she was the woman's boots.  If there was one thing Jan could claim to be an expert at, it was footwear.  Those boots looked comfy, and functional.<br/><br/>The debutante leaned over the table conspiratorially to the tattooed woman, shielded her mouth from Stark and stage whispered, "Hey where'd you get your boots?"<br/><br/>When Stark started talking she gave him most of her attention.  Of course, when Johnny fell out of his chair, she snickered, and halfway through Tony's presentation she stiffed a yawn and stretched.  Admittedly, it was more boring than history class, even if the world was in danger.<br/><br/>As Stark finished his presentation, Jan's feet came off the table, hitting the floor flatly and her hand shot upward as it waved frantically.  Like Deadpool, she didn't really wait to be called upon.  "Oh!  Can I be on the infiltration team?  I would totally rock there."