[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://i.4pcdn.org/tv/1561674544437.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Stark Tower - The Roof
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[color=40E0A6]"Oh thank whatever deity slash deities that may or may not exist,"[/color] Iris groaned, letting out a large huff of relief as she watched the massive face in the sky and the much smaller, unconscious silver face (and body) on the roof disappear from sight. She leaned over, hands on her knees, breathing heavily for a few moments. [color=40E0A6]"If I died in New York City, I'd fucking kill myself."[/color] When she raised her head back up, a grin was spread wide across her lips. [i]They'd done it![/i] And everyone survived! At least, she thought everyone did. Her eyes scanned the crowd, counting heads, eventually stopping at Neil and Sara. Their little show of affection reminded Iris that, with the threat gone, she had time to kiss her own true love. 

The blonde girl stepped out of her beat up metal suit, shaking out her lengthy limbs, letting her body breathe in the not-so-fresh air of the city. She then dug her hands under her skirt, into the pockets of her leggings, pulling out a joint and her lighter. Tucking one end between her lips and lighting the other, she took a deep inhale, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds, before letting it float out of her lips. The gray cloud that formed in front of her face was accompanied by a hum of enjoyment. When Sara spoke, Iris took one more quick puff before responding.

[color=40E0A6]"If by R and R she means 'reefers and respiration,' I couldn't agree more,"[/color] Iris said, flicking away the bit of ash that had gathered on the tip. [color=40E0A6]"Let's wait to ponder our moral obligations as heroes until sometime we're not walking around with cracked ribs and concussions."[/color] She reached behind her head, touching her injury and cringing slightly. Her hair, along with her flower crown, were stained bright red from the wound. [color=40E0A6]"Do we by any chance have a personal doctor on hand? I don't wanna be that asshole who goes to a hospital after an alien attack because of minor head trauma."[/color]