<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/plZxkCq.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>        Xavin<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  ?<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Aunt May's place<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Xavin saw the creepy crawlies heading up the wall towards her. They seemed to grow from the bricks and the cracks of the old tenement, her first thought was to ignite, burn them all, take off into the sky and torch the entire block.<em>No no you're thinking like a hero.</em>She told herself.<em>You're not a hero anymore. Time to fight like a skrull.</em>For just a moment a wicked grin appeared on her face.<em>Showtime.</em><br/><br/>The next moment she had cocked her wide hips put her hands to her face and screeched bloody murder, playing the perfect little damsel in distress, shaking her shoulders just enough to make sure any male eyes looking her way would stick on her. She backed a few steps away from the window as if terrified of the crawling threat, but making sure she wasn't so far back that nobody could see her.<br/><br/><em>See how scared I am. See how vulnerable I am. Kidnap me. Rescue me. Fight over me.</em>She willed the assembled heroes and villains to focus on her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to give one side or the other the advantage, but as a top notch skrull agent she had contingencies upon contingencies in place.<em>I need to climb the ladder. Whether with this Apocalypse or those fighting him. I just can't decide which side deserves me more...</em>She put a forearm to her forehead, letting her eyes roll back a little and expertly faking an oncoming swoon.