[The coordinates that Robert provided were on the water, just at the river and overlooking the murky blue that Selina
assumed hid Tony's bay lab from nosy eyes. And,
honestly, what had the man been thinking? Building something down
there. It seemed the most unsafe thing a person could do, and it didn't surprise her at
all that Tony had done just that. Oh, she'd known about the lab when the
last version of Robert Banner had been working on it, but looking down at that murky water made her comprehend just how
deep the thing had to be.
Alright, so the kitty cat was fond of taking risks, but she was as hypocritical as anyone else. And right now? Right now she wanted to
hiss at the tin man. It didn't help that she was tense, and that her mood wasn't
precisely buoyant. And maybe she was a
tiny bit concerned with what they'd find inside the lab itself. JARVIS had all but confirmed that Tony was inside and
not doing well.
Impatient, she settled her hands on her hips. She'd taken a few minutes to change into skinny jeans and a simple t-shirt in black, her whip looped through the jean's beltloops, and heeled boots on her feet. And unlike the hotel lobby, now it was
her turn to pace.] What's
taking them so long?
[She assumed they'd let JARVIS know when everyone was there, and commence this farce of mortal danger that
somehow involved six people who hadn't even been in the same space prior to said mortal danger occurring. And the fact that JARVIS
went for that? It was the most worrisome thing of all.]