<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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>Heading into the Hangar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Johnny, Ares<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><br/><strong>"What's not to love?  What about the tantrums?  If Sue, Reed and Ben get hurt as a result of that guy's ego and temper on this mission, I'll show him the meaning of 'turn up the heat'.  I'm serious... the guy is a liability.  One of these days he or Gamoran is going to attack a teammate and Dr Strange won't be around to stop them.  What then? We should go over who we are and what we can do... I'm Johnny Storm, but on missions I go by the Human Torch, or just Torch.  I can control and create fire and heat... oh and yeah, I can fly."</strong><br/><br/>Carol had to admit that Johnny was right about those tantrums. Thankfully whoever was above seemed to keep him in check up to a point. She just stood there watching him continue on his rant for a bit and then looked back to Johnny again and whispered back.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah. I know. I'm working on it."</strong><br/><br/>When the call out for expressing what you could do and who you were came about, the blonde superheroine just smiled and looked around. She'd wait her turn to speak and toyed with the long red sash absently. Her fingers tugged on it and ran along the length before releasing it and then picking it back up again. It was a repetitive motion but it kept her hands busy. <br/><br/><em>Yes Johnny.. you are hot.. we know this.</em><br/><br/>Ms Marvel, as she was known in costume, was ready to head over toward Ares in an attempt to calm the waters. She looked around and smiled at those who looked her way. The lovely teenager spoke in a clear voice, loud enough for them all to hear her.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Ms Marvel. I guess you could say I'm decent in close combat and ranged. I deal with energy absorption and expulsion. I am also super tough and super strong as well as a flier."</strong><br/><br/>Glancing around toward Jack and then to Logan she started across the room with Ares in her sights. Someone had to redirect his desire to fight. She wanted to make sure he kept all that rage and desire for action focused in the right direction. If they started fighting within their own ranks, Doom would have already won. <br/><br/><strong>"She has it right. Lets keep our focus, please. We should all head into the hangar."</strong><br/><br/>Carol moved up beside Ares and looked up at him with a knowing look. She could feel it just by being close to him. He had that danger about him in that form but she wasn't going to back down. The last time she didn't so this time she wasn't about to start doing so. He looked like he was ready to go into war and it almost made her feel a bit under-dressed. Her smaller hand reached out to touch his arm as she glanced to the hangar doors then back to him as if nodding for him to go with her. Her long hair was flying freely about her as she stood by him. She made sure not to lead him or even direct him in any outward way. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she caused her actions to look like she had to keep him on a leash. Whipped as some would put it. He'd not react well to that. So, she let him do the leading. She'd just stay by his side as any good woman would do.  </span></span>