Tony: WHO
Steve: WHEN
Nat: WHERE
Thor: HOW
Nat: uhh Thor how are babies made
Thor: simple a piece of the bifrost chips off and kisses a woman and that is how she gets the large stomach.
Everyone *facepalm
(Anne is online)
Anne- hi dad.
Everyone- *le faints
Bruce- ignore them.
Steve- HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Anne- 21
Tony- WHO IS YOUR MOTHER????
Anne- I was adopted.
Thor- SO YOU ARE NOT THE SPAWN OF THE BANNER OF BRUCE?!?!???
Anne- uh wha?
Nat- I speak Thor.* So you are not the child of Bruce banner?*
Anne- ohhhh no I'm not.
Clint- who knew Bruce was the child type.
Bruce- she's special!
Pepper- your her dad ur soposed to say that.
Anne- but I really am special
Tony- you said butt.
Steve- ignore him he's drunk.
Anne- I am special, look!
Anne- *le runs around super fast moving things around*
Steve- *le flipping
Tony- *le spills scotch on le self
Clint-*le kissing Nat
Nat-*le kissing Clint
Thor-*le eating carrots
Pepper-*le karate pose
Bruce-*le superman pose
Anne- see.
Steve-*le falls on face
Clint-*le backs away awkwardly
Nat-*le back away even more awkwardly
Thor-*le spits out carrots
Pepper-*le regains composer
Tony-*le passes out
(Tony has gone offline)
Bruce- told ya she was special!
Nat- ok we believe u.
Pepper- Steve can you help me move tony to the couch
Steve-*le moves tony to couch
Pepper- thx
Clint- I feel hawkward!
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Anne is based on Quicksilver from Days of Future Past, the forth (?) xmen movie. I just think supers speed is an awesome power so I wanted to add it in here! Anne is my own character! I might add one of my other characters named Sam (not falcon) into the story later one...
Bye my Unicorns! Be forever unicorns 😸
Ps I added her picture
Ps. Ps. I'll try to update every Monday😄
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