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Did this guy sell his soul to the devil for a shitty car?

Yes he did. 

Did he care?

No.

Did he expect himself to end up in San Francisco moving into some weird compound?

Also no.

Diego had gotten a few looks as he pulled up to the complex with his barely functioning 1999 Honda Civic. Puttering, the Japanese-made car was seemingly gasping for life as he'd arrived at the front door of the Avengers complex. Turning the car off, the weak puttering eventually shut off and was replaced by the distant sounds of San Francisco doing their thing. Stepping out of the car, he took a deep breath and inhaled the urine-scented air that inhabited the city of San Francisco. Yep. Los Angeles definitely beat the shit out of this city. 

But, he was here now, as much as he didn't want to be. Digging his stuff out of the trunk of his car, he pulled out one singular box with a pile of clothes and a backpack, both of which contained every single thing he owned outside of the Civic. Humming to himself, he had a rather odd pep in his step. The security guard up front was giving a Diego a weird look, which was compounded even further when he'd plopped the keys to his car in his hands. [color=red][b]"Thanks, vato."[/b][/color] Diego smiled, before swiping his keycard to let himself inside the tower.

The elevator had taken a while to make its way down to the lobby floor, which had given Diego some time to check out the tower. For a place that was supposed to handle superheroes, there sure were a lot of serious people in suits walking around. Continuing to hum to himself, the elevator eventually arrived. Oh good. At least this poor excuse of a city did something right.

Taking him up to the floor of the residences, he walked in to see... well he didn't know what he was seeing. Was that... a communal kitchen he saw? No, that wasn't it. A communal kitchen was very redundant. Of course a kitchen was communal. Anyway, he tsked to himself. He caught a few glimpses of fellow superheroes. Cool. Not like he'd need them anyway. He knew what he was capable of, and he didn't need to take a look at them to know that he could do their jobs and then some. 

Walking into his room, all that was inside was a bed. [color=red][b]"Heyyy, just like home!"[/b][/color] Diego exclaimed, dropping his box on the floor and plopping onto the bed like home as well. That was a huge mistake, considering the the bed felt way harder than a rock. He damn well nearly broke his beautiful face, but at the same time, it was still more comfortable than what he had at home. Taking a minute to revel in his bed, he then rolled out. Peering outside of his room, there was a group beginning to form. What was it about?

Guess Diego had to go find out for himself. Walking up to the group, he stuck his hand out for someone to shake. [color=red][b]"Eyy... what's crackin' homies? I'm Diego."[/b][/color]