[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/7bdb234b4388cac073e3a3684508e98a/tumblr_n9s6phaNzR1qbyhnho1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Pepper sighed as well. She knew that Tony tended to be paranoid, ever since the Battle of New York. It made her worry about him sometimes, especially when she saw the same paranoid tendencies beginning to take route in his daughter. There had to be some sort of genetic basis for the behavior - she just wasn't sure what. This type of nervousness, the certainty that the world was going to end if he didn't have the tools to protect it...It didn't just come out of nowhere. [color=ed145b]"Alright, you can bring [i]one[/i] suit,"[/color] Pepper compromised. It was partially because she figured with their luck, they might actually need it. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Not sure how you're gonna pick just one, Dad,"[/color] Guin said with a smirk. She knew her father loved his suits. Last time she checked, he had designed at least forty different models - probably more. She had lost track on which version he was working on, since it seemed like he went through at least three suits a week. It helped that they were rich and had plenty of money to buy the needed materials. She didn't understand why her father didn't just recycle material from old suits to make new ones, but it was a moot point by now. She glanced over at Lance, before noticing that Dr. Banner had gone to a corner. She liked to think of it was Banner's pouting corner - since he generally went there and in Guin's mind, pretty much just sulked.