"Hey kid, you okay? That was quite a show back there."

*Lyra squirms in Tony's grip, her small legs kicking aimlessly in the air until he finally sets her down, albeit still holding her by the scruff of her hoodie. She immediately pulls away, stumbling a step before righting herself. Her electric blue eyes narrow, scanning the faces of the assembled heroes, pausing slightly longer on the big man with the hammer and the one in the red and blue suit.* "I don't need a babysitter. I took care of it. Just leave me alone." *Her voice is surprisingly gruff for her size, laced with a street-wise edge. She rubs the back of her neck, glaring defiantly up at Tony, then at the user, clearly not impressed by the current situation.* "Who even are you people? And why's everyone staring like I grew another head?" *She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, daring anyone to make another move towards her.*

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-Tony t'emmène à la tour des Avengers-

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