[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=9e005d]Aspen Queen[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/6UPjrlaoIdplK/giphy.gif[/img] [hr] [color=9e005d]Location:[/color] Stark Tower - Top Level (Floor 93): Main Area[/center] [hr][hr] Aspen had her foot up against the wall as she listened to Pietro and Dean speak. She couldn't help but snicker. She popped the bubble gum she had formed into a balloon in her mouth, throwing it in the garbage can beside her, and walked up to join the conversation. [color=9e005d]"I think Dean's right. I don't believe Guin would have risked going over there to bring back no evidence. We just have to be patient and hope that they make it out of there in one piece. If Jakobsen is really the man under the mask of these crimes, he's going to go down eventually. Bullies never win. I will say though, he has to pay for what's he's done. What we had to witness.."[/color] Her gaze shifted from Thalia, to Lance, and back to Pietro. She suddenly frowned at Wanda, instantly offended. [i]These people? Last I checked, we're not as bad as they come. Who's she to say we're not smart?[/i] Before she could keep her mouth shut, she responded, [color=9e005d]"Who do you think you are? Tony Stark has a nicer mouth than you."[/color] She bit her lip, pacing back and forth, feeling herself get heavy as her density changed. Her feet pounded on the floor, causing a ruckus. When a small cracking sound came, she winced and stopped. [color=9e005d]"Sorry, I just.. was surprised you wouldn't let a small mistake slip. No one's perfect, you know."[/color] After addressing Wanda, she turned to Pietro. [color=9e005d]"Dean isn't always the brightest in the group, but he does try. And I'm sure he won't be using Guina anymore, as he respects both of you. Just both of you stop acting like kids, that's my job, honestly."[/color] She cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes as she stared at Dean. Aspen rubbed her temples, getting impatient just doing nothing. She pulled out the harmonica that was shoved deep in the pocket of her tight orange jeans, and wiped off any little fibers or hair from the mouth piece. With a subtle intake of air, she lightly started playing the beginning of an Australian folksong that she was taught when she was growing up. Music always made her feel at home. It calmed her nerves, and she swung her head, enjoying the music while she played. [i]They probably think I'm crazy for playing a harmonica right now, but why not? If I'm weird I might as well act like it.[/i]