<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Tower interior, Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Schedules... Forms... copies of forms... And forms that request more Forms. SHIELD's method of torture must be thousands of paper cuts. At least that is what the tall, dark-skinned woman mumbled to herself in her native language. Slender arms push at the desk she had been sitting behind, sending the wheeled chair skittering backwards with a series of soft squeaks. Reaching up long and delicate fingers begin to rub at closed eyes. As her eyes open the typical crystal blue is gone, instead replaced by solid, glowing white. A sudden but brisk gust of wind fills the room as the completed, but still annoying paperwork takes to the air, forcefully sent from the surface of the desk.<br/><br/>A soft chuckle emanates from the African woman. True she would have to pick them all up now, but it was still terribly satisfying to send it all scattering to the floor and against the far wall. The heavier objects that rested on the desk where only slightly agitated, one of which was a remote control. Reaching down she grips the small black device and depresses a button with the tip of her sharp-looking fingernail. The LCD TV on the far side of the office flickers to life on command.<br/><br/>Sighing she raises to her feet, the long violet skirt she wore shifting as the fabric stretched back out to it's normal length. Turning she begins to methodicly bend forward and pick up piles of the paperwork she had sent scattering a moment before. The sounds of a news announcer caught her attention halfway through her second collection of papers, sending her to stand up straight. Crystal blue eyes focus on the screen as she takes a pair of long-strided steps towards the desk. Reaching down she grips the remote control once again, the volume on the television increasing considerably.<br/><br/>The events that had just happened downtown, played out again and in slow motion by the news reports drew her attention. Moving towards the television she focuses her eyes onto it, listening carefully to the reports, watching the captured and amateur video closely. "At least no one was -hurt-." She mumbles to herself, which given the involvement of "John" she was genuinely surprised about. The slight loss of property along with their exposure to public happened sooner than she had expected, and no doubt was ready to get an earful about it from the 'all-seeing-eye' at SHIELD. However the actions of the small 'team' altogether -did- deliver the message she had hoped they would. They are here to help, here to make sure no one gets hurt, and could use their powers for the greater good.<br/><br/>She made a mental note to have some words with Steve upon the return of the small group.