[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc33ff]Starkette[/color][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5832/6bc1e5018f8f84044197a5a492149d701cc9bb94_hq.gif[/img][hr][color=#cc33ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Xavier's Institute - Outskirts of New York
[color=#cc33ff]{[/color][i]"We live as though the world were as it should be."[/i][color=#cc33ff]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	Starkette sighed slightly, trying to pick at the skin around her fingernails, only to be stopped by colorful bandages she had applied earlier. It was a habit she was attempting to break and she had about as much success with it as Loki did during the Battle of New York. But that wasn't the most difficult challenge she faced. Sitting in the room set aside at the institute for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Starkette had her phone propped up in front of her, earbuds in her ears. 

	[color=cc33ff]"No, no, no, Dad...You really don't have to do that,"[/color] Starkette said, tugging at the bandage on her right hand. 

	A moment later, she shook her head. [color=cc33ff]"Of course I'm not picking at my fingers! I'm not a kid anymore. I can adult and all sorts of crap!"[/color] Starkette insisted, though she was looking off camera at that point. It was a clear lie and she knew that her father knew, but it was a lie she had to tell. It was practically obligatory at this point. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Fucking hell, fine,"[/color] Starkette said, rolling her eyes a bit. [color=cc33ff]"If it means that much to you, I'll be there. Just no cameras, got it? I [i]hate[/i] all the press at these things."[/color]

	Another minute passed and Starkette forced a smile, waving at the screen. It was an uncomfortable experience for her still, each time Charles decided to communicate with everyone mentally, but she was back on the clock. She didn't have much more time to argue with her dad as to whether or not he'd be allowed to throw her a huge birthday party in a few weeks. [color=cc33ff]"Love you too, Dad,"[/color] Starkette finished, before hanging up the call. 

	Shoving her phone away and pulling out her earbuds, she rolled her head a bit, in order to loosen her neck up. It was almost like going into battle, having a conversation with her father over the phone. She really ought to stretch before them, she figured, with the way she felt tired and cramped by the time they ended. She could only consider herself fortunate that her college classes wouldn't resume for another week or so, meaning that her only duties were for S.H.I.E.L.D., and not anything else. 

	It wasn't too long before she had made her way to the professor, seeing Marygold there. She was tempted to ask for a twenty-sider to roll, in order to determine if Marygold and herself would get into an argument today. But at the same time, she figured her gamer humor would be lost on most of those present. She rocked back and forth on her heels slightly, admittedly dying to learn the details of the mission. 

	It was then that Starkette realized she had accidentally forgotten to report to her supervising officer first, before heading onto the meeting with Charles. 

	[i]Oops.[/i]