Nodding her head lightly to the beat of the music blaring from her headphones, Angelique kept her eyes fixed firmly on the skyline as she tapped her fingers absent-mindedly to the tune. She was sat atop the roof of some random block of backstreet flats, in the run-down area of the Tenderloin. She had been offered a lift straight to "Superhero school" from Stark tower, but she'd rejected it. There was shit she had to take care of before running away to some high class school to get her powers in check. Unfortunately, said shit was still at her supposed "home" in uptown 'Cisco. There were old friends to say swift goodbyes to, and certain items she had to collect from her bedroom... none of that materialistic rubbish that her [i]cazzo[/i] of a father had bought her, but the things that actually meant something to her. An old locket of her mother's; a woven bracelet made by her youngest cousin; a tattered postcard sent from Venice by her Aunt and Uncle; and a thirty-year-old bottle of grappa, home brewed by her crazy, alcoholic [i]Nonno[/i], her grandfather, among other items. The liquor inside was divine, and likely had an alcohol content higher than the country of America allowed, but the grapes bobbing about within the liquid? They tasted of pure death, and she was going to take great delight in sharing them with her future comrades. 

Unless, of course, they were some kind of goody-two-shoes that would just report her for having alcohol. The silly American laws on youthful intoxication was yet another thing she hated about having moved over here, and Angel wasn't going to let someone try and use that on her. Not on a place like the heli-carrier, after all. 

"Well, well. Speak of the devil." Angel murmured quietly as her eyes caught sight of the quin-jet, slowly yet smoothly descending on the rooftop behind her. It was quite the beauty, that was certain. She'd seen it a few times, on various new stations whenever the Avengers had come to save the day - she hadn't expected to be picked up in it, that's for sure.

Pulling the headphone jack from her iPod to halt the music, Angel threw her carry-all over her shoulder as she stood up, wincing ever so slightly at the motion. When she'd been hastily collecting her things, she'd tripped a silent alarm. Stupid, and reckless, but she'd been pretty emotional at the time - enough so to not think straight. Anyways, the sentry bots her father had had put in were awakened by it, and started attacking her. Angel wanted to think that he'd programmed that purposefully, but she knew that wasn't likely... he wasn't that heartless, after all. Either AIM had gotten their filthy paws on it, or he'd just programmed it wrong. Knowing what failures went on in Hammer Industries, it was likely the latter. The stupid things were always malfunctioning. Still, it probably didn't help that she'd broken in. Either way, one had pulled a lucky shot as she'd taken off with her bags of stuff, and grazed her arm. Thankfully, it was a lousy shot. Still stung like a bitch though.

Shaking off the thought, Angel pulled the headphones from her ears and gripped them in her free hand as she entered the quin-jet, glancing at each of the four individuals.

[i]"Okay... so, we've got a new-age viking minus the beard... the token Broody "Don't-Make-Friends-With-Me-Because-My-Life-Is-Full-Of-Darkness" McGlower... a guy who looks about twelve-years old... and some normal brunette. Cool."[/i] She thought to herself as she took each of them in. There was some modicum of diversity here; irregardless of the lack of women.

"[i]Ciao![/i] I suppose I'm the first female?" She began with an easy grin to the four of them, setting her bag on one of the many empty seats. "I'm Angelique di Diavolo - please call me Angel. It's less of a mouthful for you, and less of an annoyance for me." Her accent still carried traces of her Italian heritage, some strong in some places, others not so obvious as the generic American accent took over. Sitting down in a seat by the blond, Angel wrapped her headphones up and placed them back in her satchel, which hung from her shoulder. "I look forward to working with you all - this should be interesting." Said with a somewhat foxy grin, she waited on the names of the others. They certainly seemed interesting, in their own respects.