<strong>Name:</strong>Ms Marvel  (alias- Carol Danvers)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hellicarrier (Over New York), Command Deck<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Nick Fury<br/><br/>(http://static.1ms.net/media/1/ms-marvel-229069.jpg)<br/><br/>The sun glared upon the large window portal of the command deck.   The reflective surface kept the glare from intruding into the command deck.   Sitting is a eighties looking blonde bombshell,  dressed as if she were ready for an aerobics class with her big eighties long blonde hair.   To complete the form fitting leotard with a crooked lightning bolt,  a red sash is tied around her waist.<br/><br/>Moments earlier she had voiced her reservation to what is asked of her.  Infiltrating the new prime operation known as the Avengers.    A group of super power beings who have been brought together to form a protect and serve off the charts special team.   A team that has slipped the control, becoming more independent.<br/><br/>Fury response to her straight to the point retort on who would watch her is glossed over with he trusts her.    Carol drops her head as her gaze goes to the packets of files on the desk for her to look over.   Her head snap up as the meeting is suddenly ended and Fury rises and heads out of  the command room.   Leaving her with said packets and her marching orders to join the Avengers.   To keep tabs on the super power group of freaks.   Of which she also is one.<br/><br/>She reach out and look through the packets,  picking up one which is on Tony Stark she begin reading through it.    She read through each one of them left for her.   For she might not like the mission she been tasked with.   She would still do it.   After a good hour of looking through the files.  She would rise up,  a tentative idea on how she would introduce herself to the Avengers.    So they ask her to join.   Its not like she could just go up and say hay.   Fury sent me to keep tabs on you.    Or hi I want to join,  I seen the attack on New York and what you guys did.<br/><br/>Well the truth is its the latter that she will use.   In a way of a groupie,  but one who packed a whole lot of punch.   Rising up from her seat.   She look out of the window.  The feint outline of her reflection.    She didn't look eighties,  not with her thigh high boots.   She grin then,  'nope more like a go go dancer',   Tony Stark should like that.<br/><br/>Carol wheel and head out of the command deck then.<br/>