[color=fff200][b]Iron Fist[/b][/color]

After the briefing, Iron Fist was one of the first people on the Quinjet. He didn't have much to pack that he hadn't already brought with him; a tri-sectional staff and a nunchaku (he had really strted to enjoy practicing with staff weapons), and a wallet that held his Avengers ID card and a wad of cash (though since they were going to Europe, he wasn't sure how much use this would be). He had also taken a change of street clothes and a communicator that was provided by J.A.R.V.I.S. A rigid monastic upbringing in K'un-Lun had prepared him to go without comfort or entertainment. 

He also hadn't spent much time hanging around for chitchat with the newer heroes, like Spider-Man did. He always seemed like a lonely satellite in group conversations, never really knowing how to interact besides beaming a transmission into the atmosphere of conversation before spinning away out of sight. 

Buckling into his seat, Danny closed his eyes and began one of his meditation techniques. Chi was an ever-flowing form of energy, and you could never meditate too much.