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[h1][color=#666699]Roman Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=#666699]Location:[/color] New York Sanctum - New York
[color=#666699]Skills: N/A[/color] 
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Roman let everybody say their goodbyes and make their peace with each other. He let them go about their speeches and whatnot about how they needed to succeed on their mission. It wasn't that he thought himself superior to the group, or that he felt such like he was in charge. Rather, it was the fact that the young man did not feel like he had much of a place to wish them luck. Not after he had been the cause of one of their teammates dying in the field. Not when he was basically useless on the previous mission they had come back from so recently. He simply didn't want to go interact with everybody. Instead he wanted to get to work on their time machine, to get results and unfuck their world.

While everybody was busy with their discussions, Roman's datapad was already in her hands. Tapping away at, he was already trying to get a jump on the whole making a time machine thing. He wanted to get started with some of the calculations he could use to help everybody move the project along that much sooner. He didn't much envy the idea of staying here any longer than they had to. Each passing second was another which Ultron could've found them within. The last thing they really needed was for the tin can man himself to show up and ruin all of their lives. That would certainly put a dampner on their plan to unfuck their timeline.