<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Julie Parish (Blackout)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<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>Kitchens off of the skylounge<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>THE VISION! Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>It was always fun when people were shouting at one another, and hilarious when the police showed up. As a trap though, a single police officer, one who was, it appeared, struck 'fanboy' at the sight of Daredevil, was somewhat of a disappointment. Then the bloody Vision showed up and gave them some good news. Or what he seemed to think was good news. The Vision wasn't really there of course, Julie couldn't 'scan' him, but the voice was fairly clearly him. Or it, or they, it was hard to tell without asking. Julie made a mental note to raise that if/when the opportunity arose and seemed to be appropriate. However, the AI seemed to be making several large assumptions here, which didn't seem to be in character for an AI...<br/><br/>"If you are a cold, logical mind that is ruled by reason, facts and evidence, why are you assuming that we are all going to do precisely and exactly what you want, to whit, joining this team?" Julie's voice was English, quiet but with clear strength. "What did you have planned in case we decide we don't want to take part? Is there a backup plan if we decide to wander off?"<br/><br/>The whole thing turned out to be a plot to force a bunch of strange and disparate characters to join together into a 'Secret Avengers'? Julie, to be fair, was flattered but more than a little concerned that she wasn't going to be happy forced to work with one or more of these oddball characters. The one that smelled of sulphur and regret for a start. The cop didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed but she hadn't heard enough sillyness from him to start to form an opinion as yet. The others? Well... Cipher she knew would be halfway solid being an X colleague, the flame woman looked familiar, and hadn't come across yet as a total flannel, and, well, Daredevil would be solid if his reputation was to be believed. She had certainly heard good things about the man from Logan. Logan. She missed that hairy old man. He was a total loony, but the good sort. So many of her friends just gone. She tried to keep the pain of that thought from her face.