<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/2r5roet.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Alex Summers | Havok<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower, Upper Lounge<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Iron-Man, Thor, Rogue, Captain America, Scarlet Witch</span><br/><hr/><br/>Alex had spent the day out and away from the team. It was important that he had his own personal space. Everything had happened so quickly within the past few months that he just had to get away sometimes. He still kept his distance from the X-men, feeling like he would be looked upon and judged for the unspeakable crimes and atrocities that his older brother had committed. He and Scott had never truly seen eye to eye on a lot of things, but he had always seemed to have his back. That is until recently. Alex would have never thought he and Scott would have taken completely different paths on the quest for mutant acceptance and equality. Alex used to be the progressive and forward-thinking one in the family, while Scott always seemed so reserved and level-headed, always willing to find the peaceful solution to a problem rather than resort to using his abilities.<br/><br/>He had spent the majority of his day just walking around the city. He had taken some time to go to the gym and get in a good work out. Of course Stark Tower had all the amenities that anyone could wish for, but it still didn’t feel like a home to Alex. After dodging the team as long as he could, he finally decided to return. In some strange twist of fate, Steve had decided to appoint Alex to lead the new team of Avengers which had been a super group composed of former X-men and veteran Avenger members. It was a tall order, asking him to take on such a task. He had a history of leadership with X-Factor, but that was different. It didn’t seem like he had a ton of pressure within that group to be a real leader. With the new itieration of the Avengers, he had been thrust out into the public eye. He knew he would have to tread carefully with what he did and what he said from then on.<br/><br/>Walking into the lounge, he noticed most of the team was standing around conversing among themselves.<strong>”Sorry I’m late.”</strong>He muttered with a voice showing no real concern if he had missed anything important. Some leader huh? He breathed a deep sigh and approached the small group with hands tucked comfortably away into his leather jacket pockets.<strong>”What’d I miss?”</strong>His deep voice bellowed across the room. What trouble were they going to find themselves in now? It was one non-stop battle. The guy could never have enough time to clear his mind.<br/>