[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/389c0ac6b62d482eb709d0517b347589/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo3_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (H4 -> H5 -> E2 -> H5)
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color]Hide, Perception, Run[/center][hr][hr]
When Waverley's discovery sparked up a conversation between a few of the other members, Colossus included, she felt herself swell with more pride than she cared to admit. For the first time in her new superhero career, she'd done something useful. She couldn't help a small smirk from taking residence on her face. That smirk quickly dropped, however, when the next emotion set in: complete and utter terror. If she had been useful, and the transmission did mean something, that meant there was a possibility that something was about to go down. And Waverley was not ready to be throne into an actual, real life superhero situation. She hadn't even really been trained how to fight, and she didn't really have a power she could fall back on in that respect. She did her best to shake off this fear as she looked to Colossus. 

She was about to stutter out that if she was able to pick them up randomly, they had to be within at least a mile, but before she could, their human taser fell to her knees in agony. It caused Waverley to let out a loud gasp, her eyes going wide. She took a step towards Spark Plug with the intention of helping her, but before she could, she spotted two new forms at the top of the staircase, pulling her attention away from her ally. [i]God[/i] they even looked like supervillains in a sense. One looking like some sort of smooth devilish rogue type, and the other just looking like a maniac. Waverley glanced back at Colossus for direction only to see - Why the [i]fuck[/i] wasn't he metal?! 

She didn't have time to ask, as a bright flash in front of her caught her eyes, causing her to look back at the pillar in front of her, only for her to find that it was falling. The falling of it inspired the falling of Waverley, ungracefully tripping on her rear, covering her face with a hand to protect it from rubble. Luckily for her, the collapsing pillar was far enough away and hit at such an angle that the damage caused didn't stretch out to her. Once she'd realized she was thankfully unscathed, she scrambled forward on her hands and knees, ducking behind the pile of what had minutes before been a pillar and what had seconds ago been the thing Waverley thought would kill her.

Her eyes scanned the area, to see their strategist running at the Destroyer of Pillars, unleashing a flurry of blows on the man. She also saw the gothy teen with what appeared to be a magical sword straight from some sort of anime running at the long-haired young man and Colossus, who, Waverley couldn't help but noticed, was still flesh and blood. And, of course there was Spark Plug, still freaking out on the ground for a reason Waverley assumed was because of their assailants. There was no way Waverley was gonna last a minute out there with just her fists. 

So, as any sane person would, she turned her attention back to the rubble pile, and began to dig through it, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. After a few moments, her hand fell on something metal. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a tug, pulling it out enough to figure out what it was: rebar. She gave it a harder tug, pulling it out of the crumbling concrete like some discount Excalibur. It wasn't a magic sword, but it'd have to do. She looked back up at the scene in front of her, eyes darting between her choices, trying to decide what to do.

They finally landed on Magik, making her way towards Colossus and the long-haired guy, with the Spark Plug in pain on her knees not too far away. If she stayed where she was, it didn’t seem unlikely she’d catch some of whatever the magic sword girl was about to do to Colossus. Waverley let out a breath and rested her rebar on her shoulder, before leaping out of hiding and bolting for Spark Plug. The sudden movement caused her to trip over her feet for the first step, but she managed to catch herself. She ran behind Leighton, quickly getting to Spark Plug, and she tucked her head under the woman’s arm, her own arm holding onto the woman’s far shoulder. She let out a grunt as she helped her off the ground, practically dragging her back to her hiding spot behind the rubble. Once there, Waverley placed Spark Plug on the ground leaning against the pile.