[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color], [color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b], and [b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/9kyomr1nz/ezgif-4-74c91444c7.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Blackbird[/center][hr][hr]	[color=cc33ff]"I recognize that, Mare, but Charlie said door - not ramp - so I can adjust my sarcasm accordingly,"[/color] Guin said, pausing for a second. [color=cc33ff]"Charlie, don't do that - you'll get excited and fall and realize you can't fly. And it's not like you're at Zuko level yet where you could fly with fire. You have to wait to be redeemed as a hero so the Avatar can learn firebending first."[/color] She then snorted slightly, as the closest person they had to the Avatar was Captain America - and he wasn't over a hundred years old. Not yet. She supposed in that scenario, Romanoff would be Katara and Barton would be Sokka. But who would be Toph? Or would Sokka actually be her own father?

	She let out a little excited yelp as her first shot knocked a Sentinel down for the count. However, it might have just been beginner's luck and she frowned with disappointment as all the other shots missed. Guin frowned and doubled her concentration on it, dismissing the small part of her brain's processing power that was trying to assign various Avengers and X-Men to the characters in Avatar. She was really hoping that she'd be able to nail a few more of these glorified scraps of metal out of the sky - but hopefully not once they were flying above civilized areas. [color=cc33ff]"Hey - we're not flying over any hugely populated areas where flying bits of scrap metal raining down on them would potentially kill people, right?"[/color] 

	[color=0072bc]"Cornish is his fiancée, right?"[/color] Dean added, looking over at Lance. He had no idea how much Lance disliked him - though he did know that pretty much everyone on the plane thought of him as a speedster. While they weren't wrong, they weren't right either - it'd be like calling Guin a telepath. Sure, she had telepathic [i]like[/i] abilities but when it came to reading minds, she was pretty useless. It was a similar case with Dean when it came to speed. He could dodge all day, just like a speedster, but if you needed someone to break into the Pentagon and it relied on moving faster than the eye could perceive - he wasn't the man for the job. 

	A thought then occurred to him and he glanced at Pietro Maximoff and Guin Stark. How did kissing work with those two? Wouldn't it always seem incredibly slow to Maximoff? And way too fast to Stark? His thought process then went towards how other things worked and he felt incredibly confused - but realized, at least in this instance, it wasn't exactly something he could ask them. It was something just a bit too personal - like asking Lance how his parents managed to conceive him, given that Banner was his father. Or maybe he'd just wait to ask until this entire mess was over. 

	[color=0072bc][i]...Is prom still a thing?[/i][/color] Dean mused, not sure whether or not that would be appropriate to ask either. He and Bethany had done their best for Hank, but his condition didn't look the greatest to him. He was pretty sure his fur wasn't supposed to be looking purple in certain places (from the mixture of blur fur and red blood). [color=0072bc]"Wait...You've killed people? Holy fucking shit!"[/color] Dean exclaimed, staring at Carolina. 

	Folly nodded at Future Pietro, taking a seat as he had suggested. She smiled slightly at him, before she looked past him to see a familiar face. While many would have argued that Future Pietro was a father figure, he was more like an older brother to her. No, she was staring at the person who had been the closest thing she ever had to a real father - the best mentor she had ever had. The hallucination winked at her, taking a puff from its cigar. [i][color=a2d39c]"I hope you're using my claws to help rather than to hurt, kid."[/color][/i]

	She had never hallucinated Wolverine before and she smiled brightly at the image. She knew that he wasn't real - that her mentor had died, from her perspective, years ago. She pulled out her daggers for a moment and stared at them. After Wolverine's death, only his adamantium skeleton had remained. Guin Stark had spent a week salvaging what she could from Wolverine's body, completing the rather gruesome task to produce a set of daggers for Folly. 

	[color=a64dff]"I'll make you proud, Dai Latchi,"[/color] Folly whispered to the hallucination. She caught glimpse of a flash of ginger hair and she smiled a bit, tears welling up in her eyes. She was completely insane, but right now, her hallucinations were the good ones - the ones that so rarely ever appeared.