7139/An unofficial guided tour

An unofficial guided tour
Date of Scene:	30 July 2021
Location:	Avengers Mansion - First Floor
Synopsis:	Viv Vision gives Ms. Marvel a tour of the Avengers Mansion. They chat about non-hero stuff and how Captain America likes his coffee.
Cast of Characters:	Vivian Vision, Kamala Khan

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Vivian Vision has posed:
The Avengers Mansion is, for the most part, not the sort of place people can typically wander into unaccompanied. What tours you can take generally only cover the most public locations and tickets are hard to obtain. Providing you can of course pass all the background security checks to confirm you're not a super villain in disguise.

But there are exceptions to every rule. Like say if your new superhero friend's Dad is an Avenger and can get you in for a private tour.

Which is how Vivian Vision comes to be standing around the Avengers Mansion Foyer waiting for her guest, signed into the visitor book as 'Ms. Marvel', to make it through the security scanners. She's dressed much as she always is in yellow cargo pants and a green top. The one change is that, as is tradition for someone giving a tour, she's carrying a totally superfluous clipboard.

Kamala Khan has posed:
    A tour of the Avengers Mansion. A TOUR OF THE AVENGERS MANSION! What would she see? Who might she meet? Have they heard of her? What do they have in the cafeteria? Is there a gift shop? Would they have an ATM? The possibilities for today are endless and Kamala Khan can hardly contain her excitement.

    There's only one opportunity for a first impression, so Kamala made sure that Ms. Marvel would be arriving in style. Her burkini costume has been cleaned and neatly pressed and her domino mask is new. After putting a final polish on her bangle bracelets and stuffing her feet into her boots, Ms. Marvel was ready to go!

    "Wow!" is all she can say after coming in from the outside. Almost immediately, Ms. Marvel rescues her smartphone from the hidden compartment in her bracelets. Picture. Picture. Picture. Selfie. Portrait mode. Video. Panorama. She takes every type of picture that her phone will allow before finishing with a sudden selfie with Vivian Vision. "Vivian!" Ms. Marvel exclaims.

    "This. Is. SO. COOL!"

    She reaches into her bracelet compartment again and pulls out a tiny first aid kit. Her pockets, so to speak, have been emptied. She eagerly holds their contents in case the Avengers Mansion security is anything like the TSA. "Can we go in?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
The Mansion security is almost certainly not like the TSA. Not because it isn't thorough or effective. But because it's designed by some of the smartest people in the solar system and extremely discreet. Most of the checks likely having taken place before Kamala was even close enough to think about emptying her pockets! "Good day Ms Marvel, I trust that you are doing well?"

"It is?" She replies, looking around the lavish foyer. "I suppose it is more oppulant than a typical residence and the air conditioning is very efficient." She pauses to give the impression she's misunderstood the meaning of cool, then smiles. "Unfortunately I do not have permission to show you any of the really 'cool' areas. Doctor Pyms lab is probably the most exciting location in the building but... many of the devices contained within could probably destroy a small town so.."

She shrugs.

"For legal reasons I should inform you that we'll be recorded by security systems and sensors at all times." Another pause and a blink. "Oh except for in the bathrooms. Those are not monitored quite as closely for obvious reasons."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "Doing well?" Ms. Marvel repeats. "Of course I'm doing well! I'm /here/ in the Avengers Mansion!" The question itself almost seems nonsensical to her. She smiles brightly and manages to contain her enthusiasm long enough to give a cheery wave in Vivian's direction. "Hi, Vivian," she greets properly. With not much thought, she goes in for a friendly hug.

    "That makes sense," Ms. Marvel agrees with a nod. Of course there's surveillance. Still, she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't wondering what might happen if she suddenly morphed into someone else. Surely the Avengers security systems account for that, right?

    "So, what are we going to see first? Is Carol here?"

    Record screech. Would it be /good/ if Carol was here right now? Did she necessarily want to have this interaction today? Here? How would the Avenger react to seeing 'Ms. Marvel' on the visitor's list?

Vivian Vision has posed:
"I did think you looked pleased," Vivian admits, accepting the hug a little awkwardly thanks to the clipboard, then adds "But it is rude to make assumptions and you could have been feigning excitement to cover a multitude of events. Such as a romantic relationship ending or a recent defeat at the hands of a nemesis."

Close up the clipboard just seems to have a bunch of cat pictures attached to it. It's not like the synthezoid really needs a script to follow!

"I am unsure how your ability works, but while we are within the Mansion I would request that you refrain from using it if at all possible. Because it might trigger the security system and while initially the response will be non-lethal I would not wish to explain an alert to Captain America." Or worse still. She might be unlucky enough to have to explain herself to Janet...

"There are various studies and meeting rooms I can show you. The gardens, kitchen and the dining area should also be acceptable. Unfortunately I do not have permission to show off the upstairs or basement levels." Her head tilts and her brow furrows. "I am unsure who exactly is present within the building right now. But I do know my Father is not in the city right now though."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Some color appears on Ms. Marvel's cheeks. "Uh, no, no, nothing like that," she awkwardly replies. No romantic relationship has ended because she never had one. "I'm just really excited to be here! Thank you for inviting me." Vivian Vision is Ms. Marvel's first hero friend.

    "Oh, the embiggening?" She questions. "That's what I call it, anyway. Maybe it's not the best name, since I can get really small, too, and all sorts of weird shapes. And... well, I can look like anyone, too.... Plus, I can ---" Stop bragging about your powers, Kamala! Not here.

    "Yeah, I'll just stay like this," Ms. Marvel agrees quietly.

    "Can we start?" She truly is excited. Anxious, too. Coming here as Ms. Marvel truly did risk an embarrassing moment.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"I hope you did not think I was trying to pry," Vivian adds quickly upon seeing the awkwardness. "I have just come to understand how Humans tend to maintain the appearance of some emotions even if they do not feel them. I was not trying to get you to reveal any personal information.. Although if you do wish to discuss any matters I assure you I can keep such matters confidential."

Who else but a synthezoid can encrypt her memories? No chance of blurting out secrets you can't always access yourself!

"Embiggening. That sounds like a reference to something? Pop culture perhaps? I am sure Doctor Pym would find the ability very interesting. My Great Aunt Nadia, also known as Waspette, would likely also find it worthy of study... They can both be very intense however. And I will not pressure you into visiting them as I can appreciate how unpleasant the idea of being examined might be."

She smiles and gestures for Kamala to follow her. "Lets start with the Kitchen." And thus the tour begins!

The Avengers Kitchen is surprisingly home-y despite the industrial kitchens. With plenty of high tech gadgets like expensive coffee machines. But hand made wooden tables and chairs designed for even the most Godly physiques. "Would you like a coffee? Perhaps some juice?"

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Time seems to stand still as Vivian Vision further examines that moment of awkwardness. The complexities of being a teenager require Kamala to be embarrassed about not having a relationship at this age, as most of her peers already have, while also trying to pretend that she's not bothered by this. She's supposed to pretend like she has it all figured out, right? After all, all of her peers have it figured out, or were they pretending too?

    "'A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man,'" Ms. Marvel recites with a grin. "It's from The Simpsons." It is strangely fitting for Ms. Marvel. A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man... or, woman, in this case. Girl.

    Ms. Marvel follows Vivian, though her head remains on a swivel. She is intent on seeing it all, remembering everything, and doing her absolute best to keep her powers in control. Her physical form can sometimes express her emotions when she's not paying attention. "Oh, yeah, I'd like to talk to Doctor Pym more about that," she replies. "We've actually met. Well...." The complexities of having an alter ego start to make themselves known. Who met Hank Pym? Was it Ms. Marvel or Kamala Khan? Sometimes it's tough to keep track. "...I might have met him as... well, not as Ms. Marvel." Enough said.

    "It's like a restaurant kitchen!" Ms. Marvel exclaims as she passes through the doorway. She's never been in a restaurant kitchen, but she /has/ seen Gordon Ramsey's shows, at least. Take it all in, Kamala! Coffee or juice? Coffee or juice? Tricky.

    "What's the most popular drink for the Avengers?" Ms. Marvel wonders. "I want /that/!"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"If it makes you feel any better the girl I like did not really notice I was interested," Viv says with a conspiratorial smile. It's hard for her not to notice how awkward the topic made Ms Marvel. After all each microexpression lasts rather a long time at synthezoid thinking speeds. "She's been far too distracted by working on a spaceship."

The Simpsons quote gets a nod. She almost certainly had looked the quote up. But it's rude to point out the reference someone is making and steal their moment.

"Doctor Pym is very good at being discreet. If you approached him in your civilian identity I promise you he hasn't shared it with anyone. Nor would anyone extract the information through force. Not without the sort of battle we'd hear about on the news. My Great grandfather is quite formidable."

The synthezoid teenager heads over to the refridgerator and then pauses. "You want the most popular drink? Are you sure?" She opens the fridge, then closes it. "I am unsure if I am allowed to pour you an alcoholic drink... I'll make a coffee instead. I've checked with Jarvis and will make it how Captain America likes his coffee. Would that be acceptable?"

The coffee machine, as you might expect for a kitchen fitted by Tony Stark, activates without anyone touching anything.

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "I'm not interested in anyone," Ms. Marvel replies simply. She chooses this moment to look away from Vivian and examine the kitchen with greater interest. It's just one of those (in)human behaviors when presented with awkwardness. "Did you tell her you were interested or..." Her voice trails off as she lingers on recent, awkward memories of Bruno Carrelli's attempts to get Kamala to notice on her own without actually saying anything.

    "Because maybe you should just tell her instead of just hoping she brings it up on her own?" Ms. Marvel replies suddenly. Yeah, she has some experience in these matters, just on the receiving end. She's not blind.

    Ms. Marvel clears her throat and then quickly walks towards the fridge to peer inside. "Oh, no, I can't have..." Alcohol is haram. She perks up as Vivian quickly passes by that thought and proactively finds an alternative.

    "Yes!" Ms. Marvel replies excitedly. "Coffee like Captain America... the /same/ coffee... In the same /place/ he drinks it!" She goes over to the automatic coffee maker and bends down to watch it closely. "Will you have some?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"I tried to tell her yes. But there could have been some failures in communication. I am not very good at explaining emotional matters and like many super geniuses she is not really good with situations outside of her interests. I think perhaps I will have to wait and see how she feels when she is no longer so busy with her projects," Vivian replies with a sigh. "I am only two years old though. So I do not feel like I need to rush into a relationship."

She busies herself fetching a mug from a cabinet. Her mouth opens, about to point out that Steve probably drinks more coffee at Janets place, then closes when she catches how excited Kamala looks. "I don't really need to consume food or drink. Actually I prefer not to unless it's an emergency because I would rather not deal with the after effects. They are rather gross."

She puts a mug with an American flag on it under the coffee machine. It's probably not Steve's coffee cup, that'd be rude, but could well be one stocked as an Avengers in-joke. "I hope you do not mind that this will be black coffee. Captain America does not generally drink it with milk."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "Oh..." Her tone is mixed. On one hand, it sounds like she approves of Vivian trying to express her feelings deliberately, but it also sounds like she's sad for the synthezoid. Sad for her friend. "Well, I'm sure it'll work out -- you're great, after all." An obvious flattery, as the two clearly do not know each other that well. She sounds sincere, though.

    When the coffee machine finishes filling the mug -- the Captain America mug -- Ms. Marvel reaches out and takes it with enthusiasm. "Captain America's coffee mug!" she announces, staring at it. "I gotta post this!" Ms. Marvel spins a little so that the wall behind her is not so obviously part of the kitchen. She starts clicking off selfies with her smartphone, holding the mug up with a big smile on her face.

    The first bitter sip stifles some of Ms. Marvel's enthusiasm, but she recalls her smile. This is Captain America's mug, after all. Right?

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Part of me actually appreciates the difficulties because like my Father I am trying to understand what it is to be Human. And you can't do that if you only experience the positive aspects of life... I suppose that is a good example of the saying about silver linings on clouds," Vivian muses, bustling around tidying up after herself. By the time she's done the only trace they'll have been here is a log note in the coffee machines memory.

"In the interest of honest communications I can not confirm if Captain America has ever used that specific mug." Much like with the Grail in Indiana Jones it's more likely Steve uses a plain mug or that he's not really precious about which one he uses. "I could ask Jarvis but it might infringe on his privacy..."

"Of the remaining locations we are able to visit without an escort there is the front and back yards. Also I think we can peek into the training room, although the equipment in there is very dangerous so I don't think we'll be able to do more than look in from the doorway."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "That's..." Ms. Marvel stops, taking a second to think that through. "That's a very interesting way to look at it, Vivian." She sounds impressed, even appreciative. The standard human experience meant trying to avoid negative experiences. Huh. She looks down at the dark liquid in her coffee mug and takes another sip. "I'm in a similar situation. My friend. I just wish he'd say something so we could just move past it. Get it over with." It sounds like she has no intention of reciprocating these alleged feelings, but who knows? Teenagers are funny that way.

    Ms. Marvel looks from the mug, to Vivian, and then back to the mug that likely holds no significance to Cap. "Don't ask Jarvis. Let's just pretend he used it," she suggests with a grin, apparently having no issue acting like she believes this arbitrary fact.

    "Oh, yes, let's see that!" Ms. Marvel exclaims, apparently preferring the training room over the front and back yards. The mostly-still-full mug is placed into the sink and Ms. Marvel takes a step in the direction she assumes the training room to be in. She's excited.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian Vision shrugs. "I've already had quite a lot of horrible things happen in my life," she admits. "Every organic member of my extended family has either been kidnapped or lost in another dimension at least once. I decided I needed to learn to cope with sad events or I'd never be able to operate without my emotional core disabled."

She bites her lip and then adds "Perhaps he knows you will not return his feelings and would rather keep the hope alive. A romance based schrodinger's cat if you will."

Her eyes flick to the mug and back. Making a mental note that presumably Ms. Marvel does not infact like strong black black with no sugar. "If we are dealing with hypothetical situations then it's entirely possible every single Avenger has used that mug." Possible but not likely.

And then they're off to the training room! Thankfully even if Kamala is very excited there aren't many ways in or out of the Kitchen. So all routes lead to their destination. A gym of sorts, although far more high tech, with plenty of room for group training and with lots of equipment intended for use by powered individuals. "The room has the capacity to simulate various combat environments and situations. Which is why we can't go in without supervision." She grins. "And no, Supervision is not one of my relatives."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "Yeah, maybe. But, I kind of hate that he is willing to ruin our friendship over it," Ms. Marvel mutters before shrugging. "But, he knows I'm Ms. Marvel, so... maybe it /would/ be a good thing. I wouldn't need to lie about it..." She gives this hypothetical some further thought before shaking her head. "No, it would be weird."

    The moment passes once the pair get to the training room. Ms. Marvel's smile grows. "Super Vision," she repeats. "That's funny!" Her tone suggests surprise, as though the thought of Vivian telling a joke never occurred to her. She presses her face up to the glass and peers inside. "Are you sure we can't go in, Vivian? I mean, we both have abilities..." It's dangerous, but the thought of training where the Avengers train is tempting.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"It is hard for me to predict motivations without more data. But his failure to say anything might be because deep down he is not willing to ruin your friendship?" Vivian suggests, brow furrowed with concentration. "One thing I do know is that when it comes to romance logic rarely works how it should do."

She winks when Ms. Marvel smiles at the joke.

"Humour is another thing I have been trying to learn. It often makes a similar amount of sense to me as romance. But I am trying." Her hand rests on the handle to the training room. "I can open the door for a better look but... Some of the equipment in here is designed to challenge the Hulk. And the simulation equipment could hypothetically be subverted to attack anyone using it." She bites her lip. "I'm sorry, it is not that I do not trust you it's just... I had given my word we would stick to specific approved areas."

And then her mood brightens. "But perhaps I can arrange for you to come in and train with someone? Then you'd be able to use the facilities with someone qualified to help you train."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "Yeah..." Ms. Marvel agrees. "Maybe you're right. But, it's all... weird and obvious, so he's kind of ruining things in that way." She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a demonstrative huff. "I mean, we're best friends. We have been for so long. Dating would just be... Well, it would be perfect. It would be too perfect." She says it like this would be a bad thing. It makes absolutely no sense and, yet, makes perfect sense. This is the conundrum that any teen faces when confronted with a best friend who wants to be more.

    "Plus my parents would ground me until I'm old enough to ground my own kids."

    Ms. Marvel doesn't press Vivian on giving her access to the training room. She's excited and obviously wants to go in there, but the peer pressure disappears as quickly as it appears. Her attention, however, is captured by Vivian's offer.

    "Seriously?" Ms. Marvel nearly squeals. "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! Who will it be? No! Don't tell me!"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Part of me thinks it would be logical to just kiss him out of the blue and see how the situation resolves," Vivian informs solemnly. "But that would probably cause a great deal of unnecessary complications, bad feelings and drama. You know, now that I consider the situation, this might be the first time I have engaged in what could be described as 'girl talk'."

"Whenever I talk with people at the Titans or GIRL we are usually concerning ourselves with pop culture, food, strategy or science. Mostly food. Pizza specifically. My Great Aunt is slightly obsessed with trying every possible combination of toppings..."

Her fingers idly twirl a lock of her hair. "I don't think my family place any restrictions on my actions. Except I am forbidden from directly involving myself in the stock market. Are your parents very strict?"

A few quick blinks follow before she adds "I couldn't even if I wished to. At this point I have not had chance to raise the issue with anyone."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Ms. Marvel's attention is pulled, miraculously, from the training room. She turns her head and just /stares/ at Vivian. Her advice is to kiss Bruno right out of the blue? Really? Ms. Marvel reaches out with a hand to pat Vivian's shoulder a couple of times. "Vivian..." she begins. "...Be sure to consult with me before you try that so I can tell you not to."

    "Ha!" Ms. Marvel lets out a sudden outburst that sounds like the first sound in a laugh that stops immediately. Are her parents very strict? "My parents don't let me do anything. No parties. No boys..." It's kind of unclear where Kamala's troubles come from. Some of the restrictions placed upon her, those she chooses to follow, come from her religion and some come from her parents.

    "We're Muslim," Ms. Marvel explains. "And from Pakistan. So, there's, like, I dunno... this pressure on me, I think..." Ah, the plight of the first generation children of immigrant parents.

    Ms. Marvel shrugs her shoulders and then tilts her head a little. "Hey, Vivian?" she begins. "Did you try that kiss idea yourself?" She sounds a little worried.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"If you find sudden kissing to be a problem you will need to steel yourself if you ever meet the Titan known as Starfire," Vivian informs with a giggle. "I believe there is a cultural element involved for her. But it does show that it's possible for friendships to withstand such an act."

Her head tilts curiously as Kamala describes her situation. "I suppose my family must seem very lenient in comparison. Even if I do have monitoring software fitted... Which sounds bad but it's as much for my own protection as anything else. My technology is likely considered a national security matter."

"The pressure I can empathise with though. I believe I'm the first AI to openly attend a school. Potentially it's historically noteworthy. Depending on how AI research and rights legislation progresses."

At the question she winks. "A synthezoid would not kiss and tell... but no. I have not kissed her."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "I'll, uh, keep that in mind," Ms. Marvel replies nervously. Starfire might need to be avoided. She lowers her eyes, lingering on thoughts of Vivian Vision's monitoring software. "Wow..." she replies idly. "That's got to be tough. Monitoring software... Don't you worry about not having any privacy?" Ms. Marvel reaches up and straightens out her scarves.

    "You're... so calm about all that..." The monitoring software. The pressure of being the first AI in school. "Don't you worry about messing up?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"It only monitors my online activity and, in an emergency, my location. No-one can read what I'm thinking or see out my eyes," Vivian assures with an emphatic nod of her head. "It can also be... circumvented. At least by a few very gifted individuals." The sort of which she thankfully spends a lot of time around. "I do generally refrain from searching online for anything I don't want an Avenger to read. I can however simply do that kind of search via a cellphone or computer."

Her head tilts to one side.

"You would seem just as calm if you had conscious control over your expression, vocal tone and could dampen your emotional state." Another sigh. "Generally though I am too busy worrying the planet is going to get destroyed to think much about how I'll look in a history text book."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "/All/ of your online activity?" Ms. Marvel asks suddenly. Blink. She looks away, embarrassed, before reaching up and running a hand through her hair. She keeps her eyes focused on the training equipment visible to her through the glass. Some of it is obvious, though most of the training room is completely alien to her. The Avengers don't use just regular workout equipment, after all.

    Finally, Ms. Marvel peels her eyes from the training room and folds her arms across her chest. "Being able to dampen your emotional state must be so helpful," Ms. Marvel admits. She takes a breath and clears her throat. "Maybe we should see the next thing?" It's as though this discomfort was merely caused by where they happen to be on the tour at this present time.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"As I said earlier I could very easily crash the stock market and cause widespread chaos without any real effort so..." Vivian points out earnestly. "So all of my online activity with my internal systems. But as I mentioned I do have the same access to unsupervised internet searches as anyone else my age."

A conspiratorial grin. "Not that either of us would ever need such a thing."

A nod follows and she gestures for Ms. Marvel to follow her. "Out to the back yard then?" Clearly it's a rhetorical question as the synthezoid teen sets off in that direction. "It can be helpful but it limits my ability to think about things with emotional intelligence. Which is not always an advantage."

The Back Yard is rather substantial as far as yards go. A luxurious looking swimming pool, covered seating, an area for outside cooking and social gatherings. Not to mention sprawling grounds with ornamental hedge-rows and decorative trees. "This area is often used for parties and informal social functions."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "Yeah, but, you wouldn't do that..." Ms. Marvel protests before pushing off from the door to follow Vivian to the next spectacle. "Crash the stock market, I mean." She doesn't know Vivian that well, of course, but sometimes you can just get a feeling about someone and form an opinion.

    "Woah!" Ms. Marvel can't help but react to the backyard and its splendor. "...This is great! Do you ever have parties back here? Or sleep overs?" A pregnant pause appears between the first question and the second question. Did the Avengers have sleep overs?

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian Vision glances around at the gardens. "But I could do it and there are people with abilities that can compel others to act in accordance with their wishes. Besides it reassures the Government. And I imagine my life would be much less enjoyable if they felt I was adjusting the global economy to suit my agenda."

Even if she probably could do more good for the world by making some modest changes..

"I can't recall being to many events here. Janet.. Wasp tends to use her private yacht or book exclusive but public locations. Nor does anyone my own age stay here. We /did/ have a sleepover at GIRL, despite my lacking a need for sleep. Most of the time was spent talking about interstellar spaceship design."

And it's probably best not to imagine the kind of sleepovers Tony Stark has had here..

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "That...doesn't sound like much of a sleepover," Ms. Marvel observes. "But, hey, if you had fun... " The backyard will forever be remembered as the ultimate missed opportunity. How could they not have fun parties and things back here? An obnoxious ringing comes from within Ms. Marvel's bangle bracelets. She opens the hidden storage and retrieves her cellphone. The screen is given a glance before it gets tucked back into the bracelets.

    "Remember how I said I have really strict parents?" she begins with a smirk. "I gotta go or else I'm going to be grounded until the heat death of the universe!"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"GIRL is entirely composed of, largely teenage, genius and supergenius scientists," Vivian explains, smiling. "And yes it was fun. We also watched science fiction movies and I was able to show off my cooking skills by baking snacks for the guests."

She glances away when Ms. Marvels cellphone rings. Giving her a moment of privacy as she checks her messages.

"Oh that is not going to happen. The planet would be destroyed by the Sun long before that point." She gives a moment for this statement to sink in then adds "Obviously I understand your use of hyperbole but nonetheless I would not wish you to get in trouble. To save time I'll show you the path round to the front of the building. It's not much faster but you will be able to enjoy a better view of the grounds."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    A group made of teenage scientists. Huh. "Should tell Bruno about that," Ms. Marvel replies softly. She blows an errand lock of hair away from her eyes and begins walking towards the path. "Somehow my parents would manage to keep me grounded even after the end of the Earth..."

    "One of these days I should show you around the Ms. Marvel International Headquarters," she jokes. That would be quite the disaster.

    When she nears the gate, Ms. Marvel reaches out with one arm to give Vivian a half-hug. "Thanks for inviting me, Vivian. This was great!"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"He would probably be disappointed that it's currently only accepting female members if you told him about it," Vivian points out awkwardly as she leads the way around the Mansion. "But I would be happy to foward any research he wishes input on to Pym Technologies. They are always looking for good intern and scholarship candidates."

There's a smile though when Ms. Marvel suggests a visit to her International Headquarters. "I'm sure that would be fun." Who knows what she's imagining though. A teenagers room? Or perhaps Ms. Marvel is yet another billionaire's child with her own lair.

The synthezoid teen returns the half-hug "It was enjoyable and I am glad you had fun. I shall let you know when I can arrange for that training session.. Do not be discouraged if it takes a while though. Scheduling with Avengers can be tricky."