[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]: Hanson Power Plant
[color=#cc33ff]{[/color][i]"You obviously don't comprehend the level of insane I operate at."[/i][color=#cc33ff]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	Starkette heard the gust of wind before company arrived, the short haired brunette looking up from her work to find herself face to face with none other than Pietro Maximoff. Raising a bit of an eyebrow, she noted the electrical tape dangling from his hands. It would've been a thoughtful gesture, had he been on their side. But the only people Starkette expected would want to help them would be the Avengers and she doubted a Maximoff would [i]ever[/i] join that team. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Sweet taste in music. Bit more popular than Uptown Girl but...You know, we can't all be hipsters,"[/color] Starkette shrugged. The only other person she knew with taste in music that old was Captain America, though his stuff dated a few decades earlier. 

	But the silver haired "man" just kept grinning at her. Even the slightest movement of her hand to try to grab the tape caused him to lift it a few inches higher, taking advantage of her short stature. She had her mother to blame for it, though her father wasn't one of the tallest people in the world either. Rolling her eyes slightly, Starkette knew that the man was a speedster. He was faster than she ever could be. But at the same time, the man was cocky. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Do you listen to Duran Duran and stuff?"[/color] Starkette asked, her eyes locked up towards Quicksilver and the tape, while she quickly kicked at his legs, effectively sweeping him to the ground. But the man, a good half a foot and then some taller than Starkette and with faster reflexes, dragged her down as well. By the time the two of them hit the ground, Quicksilver was on top of her in a rather [i]compromising[/i] position. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Whoops, sorry about that. You know, you're kinda cute,"[/color] Quicksilver chuckled, still holding that damn electrical tape out of Starkette's reach. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s youngest agent tilted her head at him slightly, before realizing that he likely didn't know that she was a human. And you know, per his daddy dearest's visions, would be killed or enslaved or [i]something[/i] in the new world order.

	[color=#cc33ff]"Thanks, you too. You should come to my b-day party in a few weeks,"[/color] Starkette replied, before ramming her knee upwards with all the force she had. She connected with her target--Quicksilver's family jewels--but given that he was, once more, a speedster and on top, Quicksilver managed to stop most of the blow. But in the process, Starkette was also able to grab the tape, holding it tightly in her hands. Livin' On a Prayer continued to play in the background. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Hey! No need to get cranky!"[/color] Quicksilver protested, clearly amused with the entire situation. Starkette groaned and rolled her eyes, unable to get out from underneath him. For the moment, he had her pinned. Grabbing the tape had been a saving grace, but it was the only stroke of good luck she had so far. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Hate to break it to you, Silver Balls, but I'm not a mutant,"[/color] Starkette explained. [color=#cc33ff]"I'm one of those nasty little human things that hides under your bed at night and goes [b]boo[/b]!"[/color]