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Lark's head flew up at the sound of another entering the room. His gaze swept the room, lingering on Stark. Honestly, Lark was starting to envy the girl a bit. She was gorgeous and everyone in the room seemed to know it, including her. Lark knew she was good looking herself, and she could get men to do her bidding for her after her mother's lessons, but Stark seemed to take the cake on this one. If only Lark was taller than five foot...

Lark shook her head and looked up as Captain America's son introduced himself as a 'bad-ass'. Lark half-snorted-half-laughed at him. "And oh-so modest. I bet all the ladies swoon when they see you," she said sarcastically. In a way, Lark liked the manly aspect of some guys, but when it got to being a plain ol' ass like this guy, Lark stayed far away.

Lively cleared her throat a couple of times as she was clearly effectively being ignored. She cleared it once more very loudly and looked around in annoyance. "Look, quite honestly I don't care if you hate each others' guts, but right now we have a situation on our hands that we thought six children of superheroes could handle without killing each other. Maybe we were wrong." Lively paused a moment, sighed, and then continued, "How 'bout this. You six do this one mission and save and afterward I give you full permission to beat each other to a pulp."