[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/73/3f/ff733f92936a5c3c2cc4b289c91a7f24.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]
	Iris was oddly chipper as the group touched down on Liberty Island to face the God of Mischief. The place had been on her list of sights to see during her time in New York. Despite disliking the city, she felt compelled to explore it, for the new experiences if nothing else. She'd even once attempted to borrow the Blackbird to fly out there, only for her attempts to be foiled by her utter lack of knowledge of how the high-tech plane worked. So as they got out of the aircraft, she had a skip in her step, more reminiscent of a tourist than a warrior.  

	[color=40E0A6]"Does it feel weird to anyone else? Us having a plan, I mean? It's like...wearing shoes while walking on grass,"[/color] she pondered aloud, her eyes immediately gazing up at the massive statue that was the island's main attraction. She listened to the extended plan, though, even if it looked like her attention was elsewhere, a fact made evident when she took a large step towards Mira at the mention of teams. She hoped that prodding the girl with this little nonverbal olive branch would help her figure out whether she was still mad at Iris. Without saying anything to Mira, Iris turned her gaze down to Mary and spoke up. 

	[color=40E0A6]"Hey, so, I knooooow I said fire was never the answer, but..."[/color] she began, her hand fishing into her pocket to grab something. She brought out a lighter, which she flicked open, causing the small flame to dance in place. [color=40E0A6]"If we start a little fire, we'll be able to start evacuating people faster without raising suspicion. A little arson goes a long way. Plus, we're surrounded by a big old ocean, so if it gets out of control, our lovely love goddess will be able to put it out no problem!"[/color]