OOC: He's not Canadian. Many Canadians like me have disowned him. He's a shame to all that is good and amazing about the Great White North.
Mike: On my way. See you soon. Letting you go, no texting and driving.
Raven: Hearing the commotion from the training rooms, she came up stairs. She was wearing a skin tight work out outfit, but not her work catsuit uniform, and guns and blades ranging in size from darts to shortswords were strapped to her arms and legs, and her hair was pulled back into a stub of her ponytail, leaving her mauled eye clear as day. "I heard a commotion from the training halls, and Jarvis said something was wrong. Is there a problem here? Oh, and Mr. Stark, you need more trainers, they're becoming obsolete and quite frankly are pretty pathetic. I mean, when they lasted for five minutes I still had room to improve, it was acceptable, but really, I can't have them quivering on the ground within sixty seconds, that's no help at all, I mean, honestly!"