[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]	[color=#cc33ff]"Nah, I wasn't doing drugs so you can just chill, Dad, and we will [i]not[/i] be continuing this conversation,"[/color] Guin argued. She then ran after him, wondering if he realized that his phrasing implied that she'd get to take a suit out for a spin and fight the Hulk. Guin highly doubted that he did. Sure, Romanoff had been training her how to defend herself, but her skills were effective against human threats of low training - not the rage and fury of the [b][i]Hulk. [/i][/b] She'd be lucky to last thirty seconds going up against Banner - and thrilled if she made it to ten seconds, if she was honest. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"But does this mean I get to suit up with you?"[/color] Guin asked curiously. [color=#cc33ff]"Or am I supposed to stay here in my room quietly and pretend I don't exist?"[/color] she quipped, referencing [i]Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.[/i]

	Meanwhile, the Hulk was smashing his way through Harlem when Lance sent out the blast of light to his face. His vision went dark and rather than dropping Lance, the Hulk's grip on him tightened. He stumbled off of the main room and crashed through a wall, ending up in a thankfully vacant office space that was for rent. He let out another roar, flailing and thrashing as he tried to reclaim his vision but it wasn't working. He was accidentally swinging Lance around wildly, giving him an experience that could probably only properly be described as a Vomit Comet. [color=8dc73f][b][i]"WHERE LIGHT GO?!"[/i][/b][/color]