[h3][b]Transition from [u]Queens, New York[/u] to [u]Avengers Tower[/u][/b][/h3]

[color=red][i]"The audacity of those ungrateful simpletons. . ."[/i][/color]began the beginning a long-winded ranting session as the individual made her way to her destination via swinging from one web to another. 
[color=red][i]"For two years I've leant my aid to them whenever they called. When they needed me, I was [b]there[/b]. Now, I'm being treated like some accident-prone rookie who couldn't differentiate their posterior from their own head? The [b]n e r v e[/b]. . ."[/i][/color] Though on the surface of the stagnant blank-stare of her mask, Paris wore quite a scowl. The way the pitch of her voice dropped with distaste could've made it a dead give away, nonetheless. She felt entitled to be seen as an equal & superior amongst the team of Avengers. She had it all. Cunning, intellect, speed, power, skill, and good judgement.

Sure, she may have taken a life or two, but one was a psychopathic serial killer, and the other was under the process of going through with his death sentence. . . She merely helped in making certain it all went [i]accordingly[/i]. 
She may have also beat a dozen or two of criminals to an inch of their lives, but she knew [i]enough[/i] restraint. They didn't die, but definitely required a long visit at a hospital.

There was also that one time the Avengers had suspicions of her possibly being a. . . [color=red]{Skrull, I believe the Libertist said?}[/color] beings capable of assuming the appearance of anyone.
They demanded to run a test on her. She refused. Then they fought. [color=red]{I remember hearing a strange, ominous voice.. Then taking the Libertist's shield to the face. Whose voice was that, anyways?}[/color]

As she traveled down memory lab within her subconscious, she maneuvered through the city. It was like second nature, she didn't need to put forth much focus to it. A routine well drilled into her mind, which had brought her within range to see the tower.
[color=red][i]"Hmph."[/i][/color] upon seeing that large "A" built into the upper level of the building, she was reminded of her disdain for her so called "team". Still, she kept on her merry way toward the agreed meeting place. Left, right -- she fired two more lines of web at two buildings adjacent of one another before shooting the third & final at the Avengers Tower logo for a powerful tug. Properly managing the trajectory of her body, her efforts led to her descending from about ten feet in the air, and down over the helipad-region of the roof. She landed into a crouched position, a hand clasping upon the solid surface.

She rised and made her way over to join the ever-growing crowd of vigilantes. For now, she would heed what they had to say. Maybe.. [i] Just maybe[/i] this would turn out to be bigger than she expected.