[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/0fd8b12d0c043822cf354cba03b44cb5/6dc23ad8beb60b3b-f0/s640x960/e9778ecec4f22360387e5b71d2179602c02d5456.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills: [/b][/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Iris knew she'd never get used to flying. It wasn't exactly that flying scared her, though there was something unsettling about hanging in the air with no support from anything other than the fickle mistress of physics, which, if her time with the X-Men had taught her anything, was not constant. But mainly, it just felt, to her, extremely unnatural. Iris would never claim to be one of those people who get so obsessed with separating from society that they abhor all forms of technology. Quite the contrary, actually; Iris had loved learning about all the new toys and tidbits she'd missed out on while she was in Oregon. But flying just didn't sit well with her. People are constantly scared of falling off rooftops or driving off cliffs, but as soon as they get into an iron burrito decorated with flimsy slabs of sheet metal, those fears drift away. It always seemed odd to Iris. 

Once the Blackbird had landed, Iris followed the others into Stark Tower. She purposely fell towards the back of the group as they walked. Being relatively new to the group, she'd only heard of the heroes they'd be meeting in passing. She had no clue what to expect. What she definitely wasn't expecting, however, was what she got: a room full of people who looked like they were coming from a costume party. It caused Iris' lips to curl into an involuntary grin, despite the somber feeling throughout the room. Best of all, everyone looked so serious. It was so brilliantly absurd that Iris couldn't help but stifle a small laugh. For once, Upsilon, who took up residence eerily lingering behind a couch where a man and a pregnant woman sat, was among the more normal-looking in the room, at very least in terms of apparel. 

Iris drifted towards the outer edges of the room, standing in front of a window as everyone sauntered to different parts of the room. She listened as the group discussed, though her eyes often drifted from the costumed heroes to the massive purple clouds outside. Not too long after the discussion started, Iris could see a pair of sharp, glowing piercing through the clouds, before they began to separate, revealing the head of something bigger than anything she had ever seen. Her jaw dropped, and let out a quiet gasp.

[color=40E0A6]"Holy flaming fuckballs..."[/color] she mumbled to herself as she stared up at the thing, before turning back to the others. As the others began to ask questions, and one, Bethany, Iris remembered her name was, tried to argue for them being capable adults, Iris stepped up. [color=40E0A6]"I think the guy with the goatee has a point,"[/color] she said to her peers, pointing a thumb at one of the more casually dressed people, the only odd thing about him being his seemingly glowing chest. [color=40E0A6]"As totally dope as I think it would be to go to space, are we really the best ones for the job? I mean, a decent amount of us can't even legally drink."[/color]