Rogue looked up, startled, as the blond figure approached. She didn't look too familiar,but that meant nothing. There were so many heroes in this world after all. And sure enough, when Iron Man introduced her as Statue, she had a feeling maybe they had faced off in the past. No doubt it hadn't been over coffee.
She couldn't help, but move toward the edge of the comfy bench. She wanted to run badly. It was killing her to sit still here while her fate was decided by what looked like a father/ daughter team. It wouldn't be hard to accomplish. Launch herself into the air and-
No. No. She wouldn't run anymore. She was sit here and face the consequences.