<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Firestar-Marvel-Comics-Warriors-Avengers-h2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Costume<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Avengers Tower -> Centeral New York<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>The Roof to the skylounge.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>Things are so quiet now; she's still not used to it. She knows, from the sirens and the excited whispering of rumours in the apartment  building and around her in class, that things are rough out there, in that world she used to belong to. Angelica doesn't watch the news anymore, and she takes her mp3 player with her when she leaves her apartment. It's too much, and she knows enough to be glad of her choice; she doesn't need to know more, to be drawn back into it and have to choose again. She wrestles every day the back and forth of being a superhero....of being her....Firestar. But the worlds heroes were gone, The Avengers, the X-men, The Inhumans, The Fantastic Four. It has left a big hole and everywhere she goes in the city she sees  anger in the citizens of New York. Angelica had been pretty much everything at one point ore another, she had been a Hellion under the thumb of Emma Frost at first. Then a New Warrior, A Avenger, a *Diva* (Don't ask), a Young Ally(REALLY dont ask) and more recently a X-man. But they were all gone and such a gap was present in their place. The Avengers and the X-men she knew personally and she couldn't get over they were....gone.<br/><br/>Angelica was a year and a half into remission which was nothing to sneeze at. She was a cancer survivor which was its own kinde of Superhero. She had close friends like Patsy, Moncia and Felicia all of whom told her she needed to be public about it, the poster girl. And although she may have been a Avenger for a hot minute she was also still a mutant and the world still hated mutants. Her friendship group was kinda broken and she was living in  box room in the Village working as a waitress in a restraint. But tonight was her day off and she was just on her bed looking up at the ceiling. She got a text and her phone buzzed on the table next to her, she rolled over in her bed and saw it was just a message from a blocked number. The Avengers Logo popped up with a similar message she had received a few times before. "Angelica Jones, will you answer the call?" It was a rally cry. Maybe the Avenger's were back? Maybe the remaining Avengers on Earth wanted to form a new line up. Angelica rolled her eyes, she couldn't be a part of it. She had a job now and she was thinking of saving for a puppy (for company) She thought about it for a few moments before knowing exactly what she was going to do. She knew the phone would have a GPS so she decided what the hell and would go investigate. She suited up in her trademark red and yellow costume complete with Marvel Girl inspired mask. She took the phone and was out the window. It was ranining but her firepower kept her warm as she had in envelope her entire body.<br/><br/>She flew through the city and headed towards said destination. Avengers Tower, but she thought it was detested? Tony Stark sold it didn't he? Firestar however flew to the roof and flew down onto the landing pad. She walked towards the front entrance doors, they were locked, she pulled on them, again but harder. She rolled her eyes and used her microwave powers to burn down the lock so she could get inside. The whole place was deserted and derelict. Angelica looked around clutching the mobile phone in her right Hand. "H-Hello?" She called out rather naively. If this was a trap then she had potentially walked into it without thinking. Was she so sad and pathetic as a 24 year old washed up superhero she was willing to leap into an situation that presented itself? Angelica used her left hand as a torch holding up in the air given it was miserable outside and there was very little light coming from the once prestigious lounge area the Avengers had socialised in.