[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/1f93daa710c971b4c3edc2d7829f0b71/tumblr_pynpi8U8C51tlj9qlo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Stark Tower
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Guin didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit relieved that JARVIS didn't try to kill her on sight. She didn't need to contend with whatever that would do to her psyche, given that the AI had been one of the small handful of people actively involved in raising her as a child. It did make her sick though to hear the information he had, even though it was stuff she had mostly figured out already. She couldn't help but be angry at both the Avengers and Pepper and Happy for leaving Stark Tower in a mess like this; and for abandoning her after her abduction. She had never thought before that they had just been around her dad for the money, but now, she wasn't sure how else to explain it - how else they could throw everything away without a fight...

	[color=cc33ff]"Are there any Stark safe houses remaining in the city?"[/color] Guin asked JARVIS. She figured if any of them were still functioning, they could go crash there. In their reality, there were a few in cities around the world - she just didn't remember if any New York ones had been established prior to the formation of the Avengers. Unfortunately, JARVIS answered that there weren't any. They didn't have an easy, ready to use place to evacuate to. 

	[color=cc33ff]"What equipment or tools are still left, then?"[/color] Guin asked. Maybe there'd be something they could use to fix either Danger or the ship. JARVIS answered that larger tools had been moved to a warehouse, whereas smaller ones might still be in the tower. [color=cc33ff]"Pietro, can you rush around really quickly, see if you can find any tools?"[/color] Guin asked. She didn't know how much exploration she actually wanted to do of the tower - it felt like a tomb. A tomb that was threatening to bury her.[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color]
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/52Nr16y2/original.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Stark Tower
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa was grateful to see that her plea had been clearly communicated to Edus. She felt so completely overwhelmed in this situation, like her throat was being crushed under the foot of a mighty bilgesnipe. She had never been faced with a situation quite like this before - having someone she cared about so dearly just ripped away from her without a moment's notice. Even when all of Asgard would berate her and whisper horrible things about her, at least they had known who she was. She was nothing to Lance now; and it was breaking her heart, as he was everything to her. She was several hundred years old, but developmentally Runa was a teenager, learning that her boyfriend had severe total amnesia. 

	She sniffled slightly as Edus worked his magic - and as it failed. [color=#a81a75]"Thank you,"[/color] she murmured quietly, the sense of hopelessness clear in her voice. She felt far more despondent than she had when her last boyfriend had broken up with her - the Greek god Apollo. She felt like she had imagined it, when that flicker of recognition was in Lance's eyes - her hopes were pretty much dead and gone, it was just wishful thinking, she rationalized it away... 

	She nodded quietly as Lance led the way down another direction from the others. They ended up in what looked like a lab area, and Runa had to pause for a moment. She knew almost nothing about Midgardian technology - she was still confused as to how phones and whatnot worked. [color=#a81a75]"...I... I do not know what we are looking at, son of Banner,"[/color] Runa admitted.