[That makes him lift his brows, though he doesn't voice his surprise at this. Explain he does though, with no guile or games. It wasn't giving up; it was regrouping.]

Well, like with Stark and his grand idea for a little fight club in the tunnels, I've been getting restless too. I've tried little projects here or there--journal stalking, costuming...

I tried to make smoke bombs too. I haven't found any of my tools aside from my gun here, so I figured I'd try to rig some together. Lockpicks...are easy. Just get to the right shops, find the right set of pliers...

But smoke bombs? Not so much. I--well. I kinda set my room on fire. Pissed off several people, including my neighbor above my room.

She is very tall, very strong, very beautiful, and was very angry. We had a little 'altercation', lets just say, and she kicked me pretty damn hard. Cracked a few ribs.

But the restlessness didn't go away, so when Tony made his announcement and we talked, he kinda pissed me off, so I wasn't really thinking when I jumped in. Then...[shrug] I was in. No fighting it, except obviously to fight.

If you're looking for names, the woman was Daisy, and my opponent was a kid called Spada. Seemed like a trained fighter--and I just wanted to blow steam.

It was stupid, in hind sight.