[Ava's wearing a white bodysuit, sleeveless, and red reinforced boots. White leather gloves. She thought about the outfit she'd worn with SHIELD, but more and more she found herself pulling away from that identity. The Red Widow. No one here understood it, so the hourglass and the name was uncomfortable, even if she hadn't changed her network handle yet.

She stands easily, a roll of her shoulders.]

Hey. [She waves lightly.]

So, any parameters? [She's teasing, but then she gets serious.] I'm stronger and more durable than most people, but I'm not Asgardian. But don't go too easy on me, yeah? Sort of ruins the point. [There's a distinct lack of ego to it, or even playful threats, just facts.]

[It takes her a moment, that last chance to chicken out, but instead she steels herself. And she allows herself to stop holding back. Power glows over her heart, spills from her eyes, eating away her pupils with the blue glow. It spills over her skin; sea blue that ripples with bands of lightning energy as she breathes.]