Strange did not begin to appropriately, nor approximately, summarize the group assembled. Not that Susan thought each of them bizarre; only some of them. But when you threw them all together and shook the bag, what came out? A team of supers? It sounded nice enough, but Susan Storm knew that was not how it worked. Her team of supers had been a family--literally, a family. But there was no family in this room. Only a collection of super-powered strangers. Susan knew what leaving the Fantastic Four would mean, DID mean.<br/><br/>It didn't just mean the end of family, to Susan. It meant the end of the Fantastic Four...at least for now.<br/><br/>With supreme ease did Susan slip from the couch, and find her high-heeled booted feet. One by one, blue eyes struck a hero as she slowly walked to the bar. First there was Logan; he was case study in isolationism, but at least Susan believed she could trust him in a fight. Otherwise, the man was a mess. When her eyes hit Hyperion, there wasn't much to think: Susan knew Hyperion little to not at all. He would know The Invisible Woman from the Fantastic Four, that's who they all saw when they looked at Susan Storm. When you're the public face of the world's first superhero group, it comes with the territory. But it was still more than she knew about him. Natasha was a liar, and a spy, and mortal besides--but it was clear that Natasha cared, at least, for this group.<br/><br/>It would be enough, at least, for Susan to go on. For now. It was much the same for Hawkeye, save that Susan wasn't quite as sure Clint was as dedicated as Natasha. Susan couldn't even understand the life of an assassin, let alone the emotional give and take of one. Banner was a joy, if only because she understood what it was like to have radiation change you. It wasn't just physical, it was just as emotional and mental. But Banner was a scientist, like Reed; they'd of given their lives for their science. In a way, they had. Bruce's life would never simply belong to him again.<br/><br/>Much as Susan could never just be Sue Storm again. The Invisible Woman was never going away, Reed had tried.<br/><br/>Just like no matter how hard she closed her eyes and wished, Tony Stark was never going away, either. Her eyes touched upon Stark, then almost immediately blinked and looked elsewhere. His egotism was more unappealing than cosmic radiation--saying something, coming from the thoughts of The Invisible Woman. But Susan was determined to find SOMETHING about the man she could like.<br/><br/>Sue was still looking, though, and didn't expect to find anything tonight. Jessica would be easier to see the virtue in, Sue had a feeling, even if Susan knew much about Spider-Woman and very little about Jessica herself. Then there was Steve, a man her blue eyes hit as she stepped up to the bar, and found her poured shot. Of resolutions...only one came to mind, as she lifted the glass in the air.<br/><br/>"To being the same hero, with or without family." A quick smile, and Susan's head leaned back in a  sudden motion--downing the drink in seconds and replacing the glass with a 'thud' upon the bar. "Thanks, Cap."