She paused. It was true. Hardly anyone actually answered the 1-800-Avenger line anymore. "Just call Carol Danvers," she then reiterated. "She'll know what to do."
She smiled then. Roxie wasn't dying or anything, but she was spent, and in pain. But she could still smile, and converse a little bit. "I'm not being nice," she said. "Just honest." She nodded then. "It helps. I mean. You grow up in Avengers Mansion..." they did sort of become like a family. Though Roxie, with her hard partying ways and sometimes lewd behaviour, had sometimes been the black sheep of the family.
Which was what happened when you hit on most of the eligible men living under your roof.
"And thank you. I'd appreciate that. The world doesn't need any Clonebirds flying around." Too much oversexed energy, that.
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She smiled then. Roxie wasn't dying or anything, but she was spent, and in pain. But she could still smile, and converse a little bit. "I'm not being nice," she said. "Just honest." She nodded then. "It helps. I mean. You grow up in Avengers Mansion..." they did sort of become like a family. Though Roxie, with her hard partying ways and sometimes lewd behaviour, had sometimes been the black sheep of the family.
Which was what happened when you hit on most of the eligible men living under your roof.
"And thank you. I'd appreciate that. The world doesn't need any Clonebirds flying around." Too much oversexed energy, that.