[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FF8CBD]Tinley Abercrombie[/color][/i][/b] and [b][i][color=841536]Tempest Renroir[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media1.tenor.com/images/e429af32f124fa4902f5802b358c74ac/tenor.gif?itemid=9411991[/img][img]https://i.gifer.com/K555.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FF8CBD]Location:[/color][/b] Pym Technologies
[b][color=841536]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

She could lose her job. That thought ran across Tinley's mind the whole journey there. She could lose everything she had worked so hard to obtain and for what? To bring her team back? Was that truly worth the cost? The answer was, of course, 100% yes. Even if she was chewed out, demoted, or even fired, she knew she had made the right call. She just wished Novikova trusted her to include her from the get-go. They could have avoided all of this hassle.

Instead, she had to lead a team she was becoming more sure didn't trust her. What had she done so wrong? She had tried doing everything to the best of her abilities. She knew their skills, knew where they would work best, but yet they still had people like Flynn going behind her back because they thought they knew best. Did Fury deal with this kind of thing often? Perhaps she should talk to him about it.

Tempest, meanwhile, was like a kid in a candy store, almost running around the lab, looking at all the technology. Even if Pym didn't believe any of them knew what was going on, Tempest was one of the few who maybe had an inkling of an idea. [color=841536]"Umm I wouldn't mind hearing about it, Dr. Pym. Or Mr. Pym. Or Sir Pym whatever you wanna be called. By the way, BIG fan. Super into all of this."[/color] She gleefully poked and prodded anything she felt would not explode in her face as the others were set up. She was on standby, just in case, along with an actual doctor.

As they finished and Novikova went in, Tinley felt sick. [color=FF8CBD]"If anything happens to her, I will see this entire thing destroyed. Now, let's bring them home."[/color]