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Avengers Tower

Clint followed through with what he said the night before and went through to Florence's room first thing in the morning. Florence however suffered a night of tossing and turning and eventually gave up on trying to sleep and instead practised with her powers, anyone who looked at her could tell she was suffering from the lack of sleep, but they knew not to comment on it. She was already dressed and ready for the day when he knocked on her door.

"Morning Flo, want to get some breakfast and head to the lab?" He asked her, already concerned for her due to last nights events and how she reacted to them.

"No I'm good, you can go ahead, I went down earlier to get something to eat." She replied, coming out of her room to head to the lab. "Hey, do you know why JARVIS is down? I haven't been able to access anything this morning." 

"That's down to Ultron he-" Clint was cut of by Florence moaning in frustration. "Of course it was Ultron, which means that it's Tony's fault which then means this is another problem created by Tony Stark that everyone else is going to have to fix." She ranted, pacing in front of her door.

Florence was still really pissed off from last nights events and would hold Tony accountable for as long as she could, Florence though that the man was way out of his depth -which he was- and that he couldn't just stop.

"Flo, I know, but we're a team and even though this is Tony and Bruce's doing, we need to help them out. Save the world. Be the avengers and shit." Clint tried to calm her down and placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "Lets go up to the lab and help out, do not go up there to start a fight cause that won't have a good outcome for anyone. Okay?"

Florence mumbled a 'Sure' and they made their way up to the lab where the rest of the group were.

"Strucker's dead." They heard someone say. "And he pulled a Banksy right at the scene for us." Tony piped up. "Hey guys, look who turned up. Finally decided to grace us with your presence Florence. Did you have something better to do?" He sassed. 

Florence balled her hands into fists as her green wisps surrounded them, her eyes began to turn green and the inside of the lab began to turn cold. "You really don't know when to stop do you?" She walked towards Tony who was moving backwards, afraid of what Florence was going to do. 

"You really don't want to test me today after the shit that went down last night." Clint and Nat both looked at each other in concern, knowing that they'd have to calm her down quickly before anyone, mainly Tony, gets hurt.

"Florence come on, you know I was just joking right? Tensions are high, I just wanted to joke about like we always do, right?" Speaking fast, Tony tried to reason with the woman, not wanting things to escalate. "You are so lucky I promised Clint that I wasn't going to start a fight." Florence mumbled as the lab's temperature returned to normal, her eyes changed back to their original blue and the green wisps around her fists disappeared. 

She walked across the room, away from the others and sat on the stairs to calm herself down as the team came up with a plan to find something Ultron wanted them to miss. She tuned everyone out until Steve nudged her shoulder with his, unaware that he had even sat down next to her. 

"We've got an idea of where Ultron might heading. You've got 10 minutes to suit up and get to the Quinjet. Got it?" Steve was concerned that Florence wouldn't be able to control her abilities when they see Ultron next after last night's and this morning's events.

"Got it, see you in 10." Florence got up, not even bothering to look at Steve or anyone else and quickly walked straight back to her room. She groaned and mumbled under her breath as she got her suit on and her hair tied back. After checking she had everything she needed, she walked towards the Quinjet, wanting to be one of the first few people there so she could get her favourite seat, the one in the corner away from anyone else. Florence plugged her headphones in her phone and played her favourite songs to calm her down before getting into action.

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