[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/l8imn390v/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	[i][color=f7941d]Peace in our time...Peace in our time...Peace in our time...[/color][/i]

	No matter what she did, those words wouldn't stop echoing in her head. It was as if her brain had dedicated two frequencies for thought. The lower frequency was the commands of Kilgrave - to create a working prototype of Project Ultron and deliver it to him, without being caught. Yet the higher frequency - or perhaps higher speed would be more apt - those thoughts were her own. Throughout all of her drug abuse, she had wanted to slow her thoughts down to match the rate of the world. And now, it seemed that speed was the only thing allowing her some independent thought. But it was not without great cost, as while she could still think, she couldn't control her own actions. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"I've got something I need to work on - mind moving out of the way, Dad?"[/color] Guin asked, crossing her arms. 

	Banner frowned, looking at Lance and Guin again before looking at Tony. Guin [i]definitely[/i] was on something. She wasn't fidgeting like she had been lately anyways. As for Lance...Tony's description of his behavior seemed off. He didn't look high, but he could have just been hiding it. He sighed and pinched his nose. [color=8dc73f]"Maybe she slipped him something, would explain his behavior...You gotta get your kid under control, Tony..."[/color]