[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/DzWFs47s/tumblr-ovk970zr4t1t3gxyzo4-540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Chemical Laboratory - First Sub-Basement --> Hallway --> Pool
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Mental Link with Pietro Maximoff [/center][hr][hr]	[color=cc33ff]"Be careful, Lando, wouldn't want you to get any new scars,"[/color] Guin commented. She then hesitated for a moment. It was an awkward sort of sense at times, but she knew that Pietro was nearby. Though at the moment, she couldn't focus properly so she wasn't sure just [i]how[/i] near that was - he could be in the mansion or in the nearest city. She hadn't heard any sounds of distress from Richard cursing his fate, which was to be honest, at least a little bit disappointing. 

	Guin pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked it for a second. There were eight missed calls from her father. Three of them had voicemails. She sighed, taking her phone out and she listened to them. She felt antsy anyways. One of them was an actual apology. Glancing around at the others, Guin shrugged a bit and grabbed her stuff - including the collapsible bow she kept slung over her shoulder. [color=cc33ff]"Gotta take this. Smell you later,"[/color] she told them, heading out into the hallway. 

	She then called her father back. [color=cc33ff]"What?"[/color]

	[color=f7941d][i]"We didn't get to finish our conversation Penguin... I'm sorry for what had happened..."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Are you really? Or just sorry that I found out about it?"[/color] Guin asked, walking down the hallway. She opened the door to the pool and glanced inside. No one was there. The gymnasium was probably filled with stuff for the musical. 

	[color=f7941d][i]"No, I am sorry about what I did!"[/i][/color]

	"Why do you always yell at me?!"

	[color=f7941d][i]"I wasn't meaning to yell..."[/i][/color] Guin took a deep breath. She recited from memory the last few hosts of Saturday Night Live to calm her down slightly, as she walked inside and stood on the edge of the pool. [color=cc33ff]"...Sorry for losing my temper..."[/color] She had a bit of an urge to jump into the pool, fully clothed, and just let herself sink to the bottom and see how long she could hold her breath. 

	[color=f7941d][i]"No, I'm the one who should be sorry Guin..."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Why'd you do it, Dad? Why hurt Pietro?"[/color] [i][color=cc33ff]Why hurt me like that?[/color][/i] she thought.

	[color=f7941d][i]"...I got really annoyed with the kid alright? You know I never really liked him... Actually, sad thing is didn't take much, PHIL apparently already had a partial grudge against the speedster of his own, sort of just nudged it in that direction a bit more..."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"But [i]I[/i] like him, Dad! And he likes me for me and not because my dad is freaking Iron Man.... He makes me really happy."[/color] Guin's eyes were watering slightly. She was pacing back and forth. The pool water was looking more and more tempting. 

	[color=f7941d][i]"...I get that now Guin... I didn't lie when I said I'd been meaning to fix his coding or something... He's kind of grown on me so I don't exactly hate him..."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Dad, you can't just kill my boyfriend even if you don't l-l-like him!"[/color] She had accidentally triggered herself, bringing up memories of Muscles and his death. 

	[color=f7941d][i]"...Who said anything about killing?"[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"PHIL, constantly, all the time! Because of what you did!"[/color]

	[color=f7941d][i]"He hasn't tried to kill him Penguin, I only programmed PHIL to make the occasional comment in Pietro's direction, maybe make fun of him. Or on occasion maybe make a threat or something about what'll happen if he hurts you, anything else was from him, not me."[/i][/color]

	Guin calmed down slightly.[color=cc33ff]"Well PHIL is dead to me anyways now. Sorry if that ruins your dream of tracking my every move or whatever like a stalker."[/color] Her father had already admitted to installing PHIL's violent tendencies - but the AI had been far from perfect to begin with. She could see it being a mixture of the two sources. 

	[color=f7941d][i]"Alright, that's fine with me Guin... You are an adult after all and can make your own choices now..."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"You promise? No tricks?"[/color]

	[color=f7941d][i]"Promise Penguin."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Is that a full promise or 12% of a promise?"[/color]

	[color=f7941d][i]"Full promise."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"....Love you Daddy,"[/color] she mumbled. She wasn't certain if the full promise would end up being a real promise, however. Her father was a trickster at times. 

	[color=f7941d][i]"I love you too Penguin."[/i][/color] The phone call ended and Guin turned her phone off, before putting it back into her pocket. She knelt down by the edge of the water and looked at it intently. [color=cc33ff]"Do you count as important water? Will I find out if I'm a real princess or not?"[/color] Guin asked the pool water. She didn't expect an answer and truthfully, getting one would have freaked her out a little bit. The water didn't respond of course and she sighed, brushing a bit of hair out of her face. 

	Everyone else on the team had amazing powers and abilities - but when she looked at her reflection in the water, she saw just herself - just Guin. Someone who shouldn't be on the team - someone who might have somehow caused Muscles' death by being in a battle when they shouldn't have been. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Her hands where shaking and her mind was starting to suggest sad thoughts to her - that maybe Pietro was avoiding her since he was nearby and hadn't come to say hello. Logically, she knew it was stupid - but emotionally, it felt like ages since she had seen him. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/pXK8z0WD/tumblr-ojxkiiv-C0-G1qlgpk0o3-250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Patio - Outside
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr][hr]	Dean huffed a bit as Mary came up to him. He was fully prepared to yell at her too, to point out that she was running a team that was filled with a hostile work environment. If his family had been rich enough to have a family attorney, he would have been ready to call them and ask to sue the school for trauma. But as she brought out the customized plant with his favorite colors, the tension in his shoulders lessened slightly. He took the plant from her and instantly felt stressed - was he responsible enough to care for a plant?

	[color=0072bc]"...How'd you know pink, orange, and blue are my favorite colors?"[/color] Dean asked her, a bit stunned. His cheeks then flushed. Had Mary found his secret Pinterest board with wedding decor and the likes? He hadn't been brave enough to admit it to anyone just yet, but he was really getting into planning events of any sort of kind - and weddings just made his heart sing. He didn't quite know what else to say to Mary. 

	Dean then glanced, seeing the craft land and his eyes widened. His first thought? [color=0072bc]"...Crap, aliens?"[/color] he whispered. Mary however didn't seem to be alarmed at all and he clutched his potted plant protectively. He really liked his plant already and had named it Princess Peach secretly. One of his friends, Quicksilver, then showed up and Dean looked at him, confused. 

	[color=0072bc]"...Pietro, what did you do?"[/color] Dean asked, nodding at the hat. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Oh, this? I've had one for a while... Lost it a few years back though, so I just stopped by while I was racing back to New York and well... The rest is kind of history..."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"...You broke into the Pentagon to steal a hat?"[/color] Dean asked, incredulous. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/0QXqD07w/tumblr-pje366m7w71tafowwo3-540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] Library - Ground Floor
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Drawing, Perception [/center][hr][hr]	Neil nodded, as his group agreed on taking a slight break while Mira ran outside. As much as he was curious, his legs felt like jelly as Sara winked at him. He folded his legs up onto the seat and grabbed his sketch pad. He then took out a pencil and started to draw. His checks had a slight blush to them, since he knew what his hand had started to draw, but it was just a gift to someone who put up with his lackluster DMing skills. Or maybe he would never even show it to her! 

	His sketching was very quick and dirty. It was probably a good idea that he had decided not to show it to her. His proportions were all off and by the time he finished, well... It looked more like a pig than it did Sara. His eyes widened slightly and he quickly scrawled [i]Pig by N.S.[/i] underneath as the title. He wished that he could just disappear as he tried to fold more and more into himself. At least they couldn't see his sketchpad, right? Neil frantically flipped to a new, fresh sheet of paper in it. Oh god, he was ruined... His heart was pounding about a thousand times a second and he felt like he might die if Sara even looked at him right then.