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For better or worse it seemed the team had...arrived. They were mingling and meshing which at least bode well for the downtime aspect of it all, but it was too early to call if that would translate into cohesion when it counted. On the field it wouldn't matter how chummy you were with each other if everyone started competing for how to do things a specific way. Teamwork was more than knowing each other's names and being friendly with one another. 

Carol Danvers, now without the buffer zone that were Tony and Steve, marched her way down the hall, brushing past various staff who were likely just as confused and unsure as the actual potential members of the heroing team. There was an aura of uncertainty about Carol's person and it showed on her face. It was still too early to tell but her initial trepidation was still lingering. Sure, she could admit that there was potential in some of them and she knew as well as anyone that it didn't take incredible super-abilities to be a hero or an Avenger (though they certainly helped) but she would at least have preferred them to be, well, old enough to [i]drink[/i]. 

At least then she wouldn't feel like a glorified babysitter. 

As she entered a central hub room that would hopefully one day serve as a general meeting for a team she could trust and rely on, her hand ran along the surface of a table boldly emblazoned with the Avengers logo; Stark architecture never were ones for subtlety. At the back of the room was a series of monitors and switches that looked more complicated than they actually were - it helped that there were nice labels over the things that mattered. The main monitor had a map of the city and surrounding area on the main screen; it seemed that things were in the green for the moment which was always nice to see despite it never lasting for long. Carol flipped a switch and throughout the complex a faint hum of white noise. [color=FFD700][b]"All candidates report to the first floor training ground. If you get lost, hopefully you can find your way to the exit. Ten minutes."[/b][/color] 

Was she being too harsh? She didn't think so. But when there were clear signs showing where things were, she didn't believe anyone had much of an excuse for getting lost. The training ground, known internally as the Assembly Hall, was a wide space on the ground level with enough roof space to accommodate for aerial specialists; it might as well have been in its own building given that it was attached via a corridor that resembled an airport walkway in order to keep it separated from the main building. Training had a tendency to make things...shake. 

The probationary members would know they were in the right place when they arrived in a rather sterile looking room with the logo on the floor with a balcony overlooking the area - the same balcony that their mentor was standing on, awaiting the charges in her care to arrive.[/center]