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Descendant Academy

Descendant Academy

An elite academy for the proteges of the universe's most powerful heroes... And villains. PM if interested - Always open to adding awesome characters :D

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Topics: action, advanced, comic, dc, fiction, heroes, marvel, mature, original, powers, romance, superheroes, villains, and violence (Add Tags »)
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C R E A T I O N . . .

It’s been many years since superheroes rose up to protect the Earth and its inhabitants. It all began with the creation of Captain America during WWII, and since then more heroes, and subsequently, villains, have made themselves known. Some heroes such as the Avengers and Justice League have made themselves known to society, whether that was desired or not. While others, like the X-men, have remained in hiding. Either way, the world is no longer in the dark about the existence of heroes or villains.

For decades, these heroes have courageously defended and protected the citizens of Earth, along with many other planets in the universe. Our reach in the galaxy has shortened due to the knowledge from some intergalactic heroes like Thor, Superman and the Guardians of the Galaxy. But the current reign of heroes have reached their end. Some have died in service, while others desire to hang up their cape and retire. Many of these heroes could not leave innocent people defenseless and in return decided to pass on their legacy to their children. These proteges have inherited their parents skills, abilities and powers, while also growing up watching and being trained by their parents.

Many of these children attended Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters during their younger years, up through High School. A good starting ground that helped these students learn how to hone their abilities, while also getting a proper education. Professor X always desires the best for his students, wanting them to have bright futures to pursue whatever they wish… Be that a hero or a lawyer.

Although Prof. X’s school was marvelous in many ways, some heroes still didn’t think it was enough for when another attack presents itself. So before throwing in the towel, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark came together and funded the Descendant Academy. An elite, highly secretive facility that focused on the intense and vigorous training of the worlds finest heroes. Recruits were pulled from the most powerful and prestigious of proteges, only gaining entrance into the Academy if chosen. Bruce and Tony are highly selective about who joins the academy wanting uniquely useful and talented heroes to take up the reigns.

These Descendants come from all walks of life. Some are children of the most infamous and powerful heroes in the universe, some of simple human vigilantes and some… are even children of villains trying to get a clean slate for their family name. They all have been chosen to study, train and learn so that they can become the new saviors of the world.


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xxxxT H R E A T S . . .

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h y d r a x // x world-wide subversive organization

Hydra has been around as a looming threat since WWII when it was founded by a former Nazi commander. In short, their goal is global domination which is now expanding to most of the galaxy. Hydra has taken interest in current advances in intergalactic travel and their desire has expanded along with it. Their imminent threat involves the kidnapping and experimentation of enhanced individuals, brainwashing them to use them as weapons. But in their wake, they anhililate opposing forces, human and mutant, to achieve their goal. Eventually as part of their overarching domination, they intend to rid the galaxy of all enhanced.

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The Brotherhood of Mutants is a group dedicated to the cause of mutant superiority over humans. They embrace that their mutations or evolutionary, and that they deserve to rise about homo sapiens. Their goal is to either eradicating humanity, or subjugating it. This group was founded, and still ran, by Magneto. Unlike Hydra, they do not attempt to take any enhanced against their will, but recruit them for ’the greater good.’ They don’t target other mutants, but if they get in the way, the Brotherhood has no qualms with taking them out.


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xxxxD E S C E N D A N T S . . .

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xxxT O B I A S x L E H N S H E R Rxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x m a g n e t ox

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t a k e nx // xScar.-
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xerik lehnsherr
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
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xxxF R A N C I S x P A R K E Rxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x s p i d e r m a nx

xxxxxxxf cx // xcandice accola
t a k e nx // xScar.-
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xxxR O S S x M c C U L L O C Hxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x m i r r o r x m a s t e r x

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xsebastian stan
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xxxxxxxf cx // xholland roden
t a k e nx // xjuliebarnes
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xxxJ E N S E N x J O N E Sxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x j e s s i c a x j o n e s x

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t a k e nx // xjuliebarnes
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xxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
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xxxW Y N N E x W O R T H I N G T O Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x a n g e lx

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xxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xwaren kenneth worthington III
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xxxU L R I C H x Z O Dxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x g e n e r a l x z o dx

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xxxxxxxxxf cx // xaarif rahman
t a k e nx // xChrian Blaire
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xbobby drake
xxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
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R U L E S

I apologize in advance for the weird and somewhat excessive rules I have. This is my second attempt at this RP. The first lasted a fairly long while, but I let wayyyy too many people in and it subsequently hurt the RP’s duration. I really want this to last awhile. So, this is my way of trying to weed out the flakey and non-loyal people to get something truly awesome. If you have question, concerns, complaints or think I’m horrible because of this, feel free to PM me lol. Also passwords will be sprinkled throughout the rules.

Returning RPers & friends x // x Just because you were in the original does not guarantee you a spot in the reboot. Same goes for people I know on here. This is nothing personal, I still think you all are awesome and don’t want to offend or hurt anyone’s feelings. I’m just being highly selective about who I let in. i.e. people who can post once a week, 500+ words, etc.

I will not accept any WIPs x // x In the past, once I accept a CS even if it is a WIP, people tend to not finish the CS then. So, I will wait until it is completely finished to accept it. Also, for those of us who have multiple characters, you can ONLY post for completed characters, WIPs cannot be in a post. Password 1: Who founded the Descendants Academy?

Reservations x // x Not on a first come, first serve basis. I reserve the right to decline characters and all roles are competitive. If you’re wanting to request a reservation, it will be a slightly different process compared to most RPs. I will not be acknowledging OOC reservations. They all should be submitted by PM, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat and goof off in the general OOC :p Reservations should include : passwords, real FC & parentage.

Writers x // x My goal is no more than 10 writers. This has a potential to fluctuate, but I’m holding pretty firm to 10. I don’t want to let in too many people to the point where this gets bogged down. The more writer’s usually the quicker an RP dies. Also, no matter how far into this RP we are, if you’re interested in joining, contact me. There’s a possibility someone dipped, or we’re looking for more characters. Password 2 : Which superhero or villain would you want to go on a date with?

You have 3 days to get a WIP submitted x // x Once I’ve given you the green light for a character, you need to have a WIP submitted within 3 days. This could literally have nothing on the CS, and I won't accept it but I don't want to keep a reservation forever and then the CS is never made. Also, you have a week to finish the CS, unless you speak with me and we discuss an extension.

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• Ages from 21-35. I want to avoid the stereotypical bunch of teenagers. These descendants are at their peak physicality and age. I want them mature (relatively speaking) adults, like past superheroes when they were in their prime. I’m willing to allow for characters older than this range, but if you want to go younger the chances I will say no, but you can try to run it past me and we can talk about it.

• One superhero/villain per descendant. I don’t want people mixing the pot to get hybrid children and a mix of powers. There are some exceptions, but those can be discussed via PM. I know I allowed it last time, but not this time. So, keep it to one “special” parent and the other is an average Joe. They can be a comic book character but not a hero or villain (i.e. Pepper Pots or Jane Foster) Password 3 : How frequently are you online and post?

• One Descendant per hero/villain. I “might” be willing to allow exceptions but since this academy seeks out unique and powerful proteges it wouldn’t make sense for there to be two superman descendants. Again, everything is negotiable in PMs.

• All powers and abilities are inherited from the dominant parent. Descendants cannot develop new abilities that the parent did not already possess.

You CAN however have as many characters as you can handle x // x Alternate genders to keep everything fairly balance. Also do not monopolize all the super powerful or super popular heroes or villains. Keep this diverse. The best ones are the characters that are underrated, or overlooked. Password 4 : On average, what's your post word count? Current, not necessarily what the site says.

Gettin’ the boot x // x If you’re MIA from OOC or posting for over a week, I will send you a warning PM about needing to post. But, if you’re stalling the RP for too long, I will talk with the other writers and we’ll either : write out, kill or move past your character. I don’t like kicking people, but if you disappear or whatever it will happen. If you’re going to be gone or going through something just let me know. Life happens and we can talk about it.

OOCs x // x I will have a decent amount of OOC boards for penthouses, NPCs, relations, etc. I’d appreciate leaving the conversations for the main OOC so we don’t clutter the other boards with stuff that isn’t relevant to it.

General Rules x // x Violence, adult language and adult situations will happen so if you cannot handle that you may not want to join. I encourage romance, it’s fun and we all enjoy complicated romance stories. Kissing and what not is fine, but when this get handsy... or naked. Just fade to black, and have your characters imply it later or whatever. We have imaginations, plus site rules and stuff :p Don’t control someone else’s character without their ok, this includes their NPCs. Also this meant to be fun so please no OOC fighting. Any issues can be directed through me and I'll handle it :)


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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson
Wren Wilson played by Scar.-
"I wouldn't say I'm really a super hero... more like a super dick."
Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr "Du siehst den Wald vor lauter Baumen nicht."
Character Portrait: Frankie Parker "Have no fear... Franken-Spider is here!"
Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch "I bet yeh will ner touch meh."
Character Portrait: Caitria Allen "I'm the fastest being alive."
Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan "One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood."
Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle "The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal."
Character Portrait: Lilith Isley "Hope this is what you desire."
Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff "One look, and I can tell you of at least three mistakes you're making."
Character Portrait: Riley Barton "I might be less capable than everyone else here, but I can smile better than most of them. Can some of these guys even smile?"
Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers "Strive to better yourself."
Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos "First I'll break your spirit... Then your back."
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Ulrich Zod played by SparxALot
"Kneel...I'm kidding."
Character Portrait: Alec Constantine "God's kind of an asshole."
Character Portrait: Zachary Drake "After all, why else would we be living if it wasn't to try our best?"
Character Portrait: Jimmy Storm "Bet you can't beat me in hide and go seek."

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"I thought your mouth might work wonders, I wonder what other magic it does.” Cas cannot help the smirk that appears on his face at that comment. Usually he'd think she was coming on a little strong, but for some reason he knew this woman was different from anyone else. He actually found her forwardness extremely attractive.

The fact that you don’t know me makes it all the more intriguing. Not saying I’m a popular person, but I can’t throw a rock without it hitting someone who’s heard something terrible about me." Interesting, he knew she was more than just a pretty face but by the way her last sentence was phrased, Cas couldn't help but think perhaps she harboured that same kind of danger Cas seemed to bring with him wherever he went.

"So, I tell you what, Mr. Tall, dark and…" Cas bites his bottom lip ever so gently, both amused and a little hot under the collar as she exhales an mmm sound, her eyes gliding down his body and back up again, "Figure out who I am, you can have the honors of my first dance." Cas knew at that moment that even if he had to use his abilities to find out who this woman was, he'd do it. He'd probably have done a wide array of questionable things to find out who she was, actually. The man was captivated.

"And then?..." The entire time she had been talking Cas was silent, almost speechless by the words that came from her extremely distracting mouth, "Well... who knows?" Half tempted to ditch the gala and pull her away to his brand new penthouse right then and there, Cas opens his mouth to speak but is, instead, caught off guard by her next comment.

"And no mind tricks, purple boy. Cheating is no fun." With that she walks off, so abruptly that Cas finds he cannot take his eyes off her as she saunters away.

It took all of Cas' self restraint not to immediately follow after the redhead. Not one person in his entire thirty years on this earth had ever walked away from him like that. If he didn't have his sights set entirely on the woman before, now he did. Cas knew he would get that promised dance. He just had to find out her name.

Of course, she was familiar to him, but exactly whose child she was alluded Cas. Why could he not figure it out? It seemed she'd realised who Cas was from the mind games comment, however that did not seem to put her off at all. Which was interesting to Cas, since most people who knew of his father attempted to steer clear.

Downing the rest of his drink, Cas turns to face the barman, setting the empty glass down. "One more, please," He orders, before leaning over the bar ever so slightly, lowering his voice a little, "Oh, and I don't suppose you could tell me the name of the beautiful lady who just walked over there?" Gesturing ever so subtly to where she now stood, alongside a blonde woman and a man Cas had figured was U.N. since he didn't exactly look like any descendant Cas recognised. That being said, he clearly didn't know as many as he thought.

The barman chuckles a little, grabbing the bourbon. "You mean Wade Wilson's daughter?" He responds, and suddenly everything clicks. Of course. In an attempt to make himself feel a little less stupid, Cas thinks that it wasn't exactly an easy guess - she'd been lucky enough not to be gifted with her father's looks. With this new knowledge, as soon as the barman hands him a fresh drink, Cas makes a beeline for the woman he now realised was Wren Wilson. Not really caring about interrupting her current conversation.

Coming up from behind, Cas is confident in his approach to the table, grazing his fingers against Wren's arm so she's aware of his presence. "I apologise for the interruption," He begins, sending the blonde one of his ever so charming smiles and almost entirely ignoring the man. "However, Ms. Wilson promised me a dance, so I'm afraid I'll have to steal her away." Cas is sure to emphasise her name, making it be known to her that he's aware of who she is.

Catching Wren's eye, Cas extends a hand for her to take, just as the orchestra strikes up a new song. Perfect timing.

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As they made their way towards the orchestra, Petra grabbed them both a champagne flute from a passing waiter, then held one out towards him. Tobias silent toasted it towards her, then took a sip. "If Mystique - Raven - is in trouble, she can go to my mother's." He stopped mid step, turning to face her. "I worry it may be an obvious choice to your father, but it may buy her some time. It's better than her running around unguarded. I'll call and let my mother know."

Petra smiled, obviously trying not draw any attention towards them. Luckily, anything they said is quickly masked by the music but facial expressions don't need to be heard. She then reached her hand into his blazer, taking out her phone. "Mama. Yes. Oh, it's a party alright, but we all know what's going on. Listen - Mama - Tobias, you know he's also at the Academy with me, his mother," she looked up at him, gauging his expression. He was hesitant, not wanting to put his sister in trouble along with his mother.

After a moment, he took a long drink, nodding his head towards her in agreement. "Yes, her, she needs help. From Erik. Can you help her, please? No, you know what he's like. We can't leave her to fend for herself." Petra nodded her head. "Thank you. I'll see you soon." The phone call ended before she handed the phone to him. "Text her now. My mother will find her."

Tobias nodded his head, taking the phone. "Thanks, Petey." He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her cheek before he ran his fingers along the phone.

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"Help is coming. Don't trust anyone else beside Wanda. Petra and I will come see you as soon as possible."

He nodded his head towards Petra before slipping her phone back into the breast pocket of his blazer. Tobias took another drink of his champagne as his attention was drawn towards Thaddeus Ross as he introduced a young blonde woman with wings. Apparently, she'd be joining the academy. Something about that unsettled him. Not like Tobias was ever on his worst behavior, but knowing he was going to be watched turned his stomach.

"Hello. I'm Wynne Worthington, and I'm excited to be joining as a - temporary student, shall we say. I take my responsibilities at the United Nations very seriously, and through this period of time I hope to get to know you better so that I can speak better for your benefit. Thank you."

Like Petra, Tobias clapped his hands in a polite manner before finishing off his drink. He was almost certain that Petra heard Thaddeus Ross mention Lehnsherr. He tried his best not to let it bother him, instead passing his empty glass off to a waiter. He slipped his hands into his pant pockets, taking a few steps closer towards the orchestra. Although he didn't need to look back over his shoulder, he just had a guttural feeling that someone was making their way towards him. Eventually a blonde stepped into his peripheral view. He ran a hand back through his hair before turning to face her.

Wynne Worthington. Tobias understood why her father earned the name 'angel', which he was certain was passed down to her. She had an ethereal look to her, and he might have even found her attractive... if not for the circumstances. Considering she is basically a plant in the academy... And her less than subtle antics of beelining straight for him. She wasn't one for subtlety.

"Beautiful, isn't it? I always wanted to learn an instrument, but my parents thought the piano was more sophisticated. I'm Wynne Worthington." She extended her hand towards him.

"I do believe a piano is considered a musical instrument," Tobias responded, removing his right hand from his pocket, extending it to meet hers. "Tobias Lehnsherr, although I'm sure you knew that already." After he released her hand, he waved his index and middle finger towards a waiter. He grabbed two new, filled flutes of champagne, offering one to Wynne. He cleared his throat, holding his glass up in a polite toast. "Welcome to the academy Ms. Worthington."




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Riley obviously had no idea how to handle Ross, like at all. Of course, Ross was acting like an idiot. He didn't really need to be supported, but allowed his friend to usher him into the hall. He couldn't help but notice from the corner of his eye when Petra waved towards them. He was half tempted to raise a hand and wave it obnoxiously like Forest Gump, but quickly realized that it wasn't toward him before he could embarrass himself too much.

"Yes, alright, come on, drinks. Let's get you something strong and a seat." Riley moved Ross through the room like a child. He wasn't that messed up, or at least he didn't think so. But instead of fighting it, he allowed his friend to guide him to a table. He took a seat with a sigh. "You stay here."

Ross rolled his eyes. "'Em not five, ya bastard," he called after Riley as he walked towards the bar. As he sat there, he scanned the room. He was surprised at how many people were there, but that didn't make him nervous. It was the gorgeous red head on the other side of the hall. He wanted to go over and talk to her, or ask her to dance... Something. But, he felt like the second he'd get over there, he would stumble over his tongue. Maybe it was worth it.

Just as he was about to stand up and march over there, Riley placed a drink down in front of him. "That's for you. Do you want food?"

"Aye think 'em fine, mum." Ross wanted to give his friend the bird but refrained, grabbing the glass before him. Just as he was about to take a drink, he gave Riley a deadpan look. "Scotch?... Because 'em scottish? really?" He laughed weakly. Instead of taking his time with the drink, he chugged it quickly. With a deep breath, he slammed the empty glass down on the table.

Ross stood up, pushing his chair in abruptly. Now with liquid courage was his best opportunity to approach Petra. He cleared his throat, adjusting his blazer. "Aye um... Wish meh luck." He patted Riley on the back before he made his way towards the orchestra. He tried not to stare too long at Petra, may even looking like he was going to listen to the music. But, who was he kidding... What's the point in lying about it or pretending like he was going over there for any other reason.

As he approached, Ross slowed down his pace. Apparently in the time it took him to cross the hall, the Worthington girl approached Petra and Tobias. Of course, the blonde was more interested in the academy's resident attraction, son of Magneto. Perfect for him. He moved around the group until he was standing before Petra, smiling down at her as he ran a hand back through his hair. "Hey Red—" he cleared his throat, "Petra."

He rubbed the back of his neck, taking another step towards her. "You, uh... Ya look really beautiful." Ross' gaze drifted over towards Wynne and Tobias who, luckily, weren't paying attention. He was nervous, probably blushing so that his face was as read as her hair. After a moment, he smiled again, taking a deep breath. "Would ya like a drink? Wait, you have a drink." He laughed nervously, pointing to her glass. "Actually... Ey was wondering if you'd like to dance?" Ross then extended his right hand out towards her. Dear God he hoped she'd say yes. If not, Riley would need to get him a hell of a lot more alcohol.

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Nathaniel continued leaning over the bar examining his drink. He hadn't even noticed the blonde beauty that approached him until he heard her familiar soft voice, "Hey Nate," He suddenly perked up his stance and stood to face her. It was nearly impossible for him not to be in awe. She looked... Breathtaking. She opened her arms and Nathaniel lowered his body to attempt an awkward hug while she had drinks in hand but instead she wen up on her toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "You look handsome."

Frankie went away to meet with a man he recognized as Thaddeus Ross and Nathaniel was left there with his entire face flush to a bright hue of red. He was even smiling. Nathaniel Santos was actually grinning ear to ear. He had no idea what to do next other than just stand there and try to collect himself but it seemed rather hard with his heart beating out of his chest like middle schooler at his first dance.

It took over hearing a particularly unpleasant conversation to snap Nathaniel out of his Frankie trance. "And thorns." His attention drew over to a man chuckling across from Lilith. "What could they do? Oh I need a band aid, lookout." Nathaniel immediately downed his drink and began making his way over feeling suddenly like the protective older brother for his friend Lilith. Though he stopped half way there when Wren Wilson was the one to come to her aid. Clearly he wouldn't be needed and nor did he want to get caught in the cross fire. He gave Lilith a quick nod of assurance and walked away.

He looked around and was about to make his way to the bar when his eyes locked onto Bruce Wayne. His glared indicated that Nathaniel actually would have to socialize now. He sighed and looked around hoping for one person he could use to keep everyone happy while they played off being well behaved super freaks.

That's when his eyes fell on Frankie. Thaddeus had said something that had her appearing distraught. He watched her hold onto the back of her chair and down a glass of champagne. This was it. This was his chance. He took in a deep breathe and walked towards her. He pushed past people on his way, though it really didn't require much effort with his size, until he was standing in front of her. Nathaniel opened his mouth to say something and... Nothing came out. His cheeks flushed again as he tried to think of something, anything at this point, to say to her. He finally stammered out a few words. "You look beautiful..." He awkwardly smiled down at her feeling like an idiot.

Thank God the orchestra decided to start playing giving him another opportunity to not freeze up. He looked over at the dance floor of the ballroom and back at Frankie offering her his hand. "Would you honor me with a dance, Francita?" The right corner of his lip turned up as he waited and hoped she would say yes.

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Her eyes flickered to Nathaniel heading towards her when Wren slipped in from the side. "Watch yourself Ms. Isley, I may have to take you home myself... Because you look ravishing." Wren had said, and Lilith audibly exhaled. She returned a nod to Nathaniel.

Lilith was half tempted to jump to her feet and wrap Wren up in a big hug, but instead, she kept her composure in tact and smiled. “As do you.” Truly the woman in red looked ready to knock them dead and Lilith could only hope the figure of speech could be literal, just for this night and have a bullet meet her particular company's skull.

"Hi, I don't believe we've met." Wren shook hands with the male. "Wren Wilson, daughter of Wade Wilson." A smile crept ever so slowly across her lips as Lilith took a back seat and played observer.

For a flicker of a moment his eyes dared to race to hers searching for help ironically. Lilith smiled sweetly. "Did you know that some of the most dangerous creatures in the world are the most beautiful?" Wren said. Lilith smirked pressing her tongue to her cheek as if that would help contain the amusement and knowing.

"What?... Like poison dart frogs?" She scoffed disappointed in his lack of imagination. "Unless, you're hiding a dozen of those in that dress..." Lilith's eyes narrowed as the man was losing his subtly and if this kept up, so would she.

Lilith was used to being seen sexually, it was a part of the appeal and allure but how it effected people differed and ranged. Some thought they were utterly in love, some had puppy crushes, some saw her as an object. Usually, if Lilith didn't like it she could dispose of them.

Wren snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Eyes up here, pal. And, no. I don't mean frogs. I take it you haven't heard of death by a thousand cuts? Thorns do cut people, don't they Lil?"

Lilith glanced to Wren matching her smug grin. “You'd be surprised about the damage they do,” she chimed.

"Bandaids aren't meant to go everywhere."

Lilith covered her mouth to poorly conceal her grin. She could see the poor man try to reach the subtext or grab some smart remark or rebuttal, but to no avail. Watching him squirm was a treat.

"I apologise for the interruption," a new male voice said. Lilith's grin faded replaced by intrigue. "However, Ms. Wilson promised me a dance, so I'm afraid I'll have to steal her away." So likely not a UN official.

Lilith quirked up a brow then looked to Wren. “Steal away.” Not that he was asking. “And Wren, always a pleasure.” Which was her way of saying thank you. Had she more time before Wren could be whisked away to the dancefloor, Lilith might have tried to strike up a plan. She poisons him, Wren covers serving as a witness says that he simply couldn't hold his liquor and he wanted to be cremated immediately. Lazy plan but effective for Lilith at this rate.

Her eyes trailed back to the seat across from her to find the man still sitting there. “I'm an expert in Botany,” she said before he could so much as open his mouth, “that's basically the intimate study of plants. You don't hear many lethal cases of plants killing people but that's because it's nature and accidents happen. The most reported cases have been in Gotham and I believe,” she looked off and tapped her lips feigning deep thought, “that they were due to Poison Ivy.” She checked for his reaction. No, Pamela wasn't so notorious globally. “Maybe she hasn't reached your neck of the woods but if Batman weren't there...heck, if half of the villains weren't even there, it wouldn't be a city as much as a jungle.”

“Gotham is a jungle. Batman's allowed the villains to unite one too many times. Escaping's always in their best interest and for that, they often come together. Almost like a team. It's cute. But they should be put down before they become a threat again and they always do.”

“Do you know any of Gotham's most wanted?” It may have striked him odd and irrelevant but it was quite relevant. “I mean you got Nigma, Crane, The Sirens. Together that's brains, ambition and seduction right there. Now if word gets out that you want to start killing them, odds for survival won't be in your favor.”

“You think they'll come after me? Let them try. Then they'll give me a reason to put them down and get the Bat out of business.”

Yet, he listened to nothing she said. Lilith grabbed his wine glass and took a sip then placed it back in front of him with a few modifications and smiled. He took his glass, keeping eye contact with her. A hand flew down on their table. “Trevor. How are you?” Bruce greeted with fake enthusiasm and shook hands firmly with the man. “Let me get you another wine, our service can provide much better than this.” He stole the glass away and Lilith glared off at the wall. “Ms. Isley, I'd like you to accompany me.”

“To the bar? To get Trevor a drink?”

“Exactly. A harmless amount of time to your busy night,” he fired back

Lilith sighed through her nose. Anything would be better than sitting with the UN moron seeing as he wasn't going to die any time soon. She rose to her feet and accompanied Bruce ever so kindly to the bar.

“Ivy - Lilith. You have the choice to be different from your mother. That's why you're here. Poisoning an official isn't going to change anything but your own image. You're young. You don't belong in Arkham.”

“I was doing you a favor. He thinks he can run Gotham better than any of us and he doesn't even know it. He said he'd put us, our parents and you down given the opportunity.”

Bruce turned to her. “Lilith, let it go. If everything goes well tonight they won't be able to control Gotham or us.”

She watched her dolled up peers and chimps in suits. To not do anything but be on good behavior didn't feel like a solution. Yet so far everyone else had stayed behaved and she couldn't be the one to ruin it for everyone.

Bruce gestured to the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?”

“Is that your way of making it up to me for being a douche?”

“Only if you accept.”

Against better judgement, Lilith smiled at the technicality and accepted Bruce Wayne's brief dance offer.

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Wren slowly leaned back in her seat, resting her hands upon her knee. Unlike Lilith, she didn't try to conceal her own grin, while her gaze drifted towards her friend mischievously. The man seemed to search for something to say, squirming in his seat but was unable to find a response. It wasn't often Wren waved her name in people's face. Poison Ivy wasn't that notorious, Pamela Isley even less so. Anonymity is important to a lot of people, but not Wade Wilson. Everyone knew him and what he was capable of. Taunting that in an asshole's face was worth it occasionally.

Good behavior is subjective, especially in Wren's opinion. She might not have been the most selfless person, but she couldn't stand by and listen to a condescending suit. It's one thing seeing a man be a patronizing asshole to another woman. But, it was even more unsettling when they talked to them like they belonged in a zoo. Her fingers toyed with the hem of the slit in her gown, trying not to seem too overly pleased at the situation.

Wren's attention was drawn away from the not so friendly stares she made towards the man when she felt fingers graze her arm. Her fingers stopped twiddling with the hem of her gown as she slightly glanced behind her from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth as she looked over at Lilith with a quirked brow.

"I apologize for the interruption," Cassius' charming voice hummed behind her, speaking towards her blonde company. "However, Ms. Wilson promised me a dance, so I'm afraid I'll have to steal her away." Wren's lips pursed in a slight smirk, glancing down slightly as she noticed the emphasis on her name.

“Steal away,” Lilith said with a quirked brow. “And Wren, always a pleasure.”

"Try to have fun tonight, Lil." Wren slowly uncrossed her legs, extending her hand to rest it in Cassius' that he offered to her. Before she stood, she looked backed towards Lilith giving her a 'us freaks have to stick together' look. "You know where to find me if things get..." her gaze drifted to the invisible present company of the idiotic male. "Dull."

Wren allowed herself to stand, her eyes now locked on Cassius'. Her right hand slowly slipped from his grasp, trailing up his forearm and hooking in the bend of his arm. She couldn't help but notice the almost too perfectly timed cuing of the orchestra. She doubted Cas had enough time to work that much magic in such a short time, but it was quite ideal timing. "I'm impressed," she said, finally speaking up as they made their way to the open floor of the hall. "You worked faster than I expected."

As they walked, Wren couldn't help but notice some of the lingering glances of others, particularly the guests that plagued the Academy's halls that evening. Cassius was a new, fresh off the boat, student at the academy. But, she couldn't expect the suits not to know who he was. For some reason, they all seemed to know everyone and everything. With a father like his, she could see how he'd instantly be on their radars, similar to how Tobias was already under intense observation, evident to the winged newbie who was already chatting him up. It was safe to assume that all the U.N. pricks weren't the happiest that out of everyone at the academy, Cassius was walking arm and arm with Wren Wilson.

She slowed down as they came to stand somewhat center of the available dancing space. Wren's grasp on his arm slowly slipped as she moved to stand before Cassius. With a quirked brow, she noticed the glass of bourbon in his hand. She smirks slightly, taking a small step towards him. Her left hand moving forward to take hold of the drink, her fingers lightly brushing his hand as took it. "You need both hands to dance." With her gaze intent on his, she downed his drink and passed the empty glass off to a passing water. The alcohol effecting her like water. It'd take five kegs for Wren to even feel a buzz, let alone become drunk.

With a content sigh, Wren's left hand snakes up his right arm, resting upon his shoulder. She then brings her right hand up ever so slowly, placing it in his open palm. If she had to guess, the music was something of a waltz but last time Wren checked, she wasn't a dancing expert to know the difference, or steps needed for the different styles of dancing. Surprisingly, she wasn't quite sure what to say to the man. So far, she had done a majority of talking in her little game of cat and mouse. But there was no more chasing. There she stood, her arms around him ready to let the mysterious, handsome male lead her in a dance.




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Frankie's hand grasped at her side as she looked up from the table. She had no idea if what she said to Thaddeus would help or hurt the academy. She expected the later. Why did she let her emotions get the better of her as she tried to have a diplomatic discussion? It was a rookie mistake that she'd kick herself over for sometime. Bruce or Tony should be in charge of dealing with Thaddeus, not her. She didn't like the pressure.

She took a deep breathe, glancing around the hall. Many of the other students had arrived, mingling amongst themselves, some with their guests. A soft smile graced Frankie's lips when she found Riley among the crowd, seeming to aid a very nervous looking Ross. She couldn't help but chuckle. Ross lived for parties, gatherings and any other excuse to let his ego shine. But, he currently looked like a terrified puppy. When Riley finally noticed her, his head tilted slightly as he waved for her to come join them.

Frankie's hand pushed off the chair she held onto for support, preparing to cross the room towards her friend. But, she stopped when she saw the people before her part and make way for someone pushing their way towards her. Her lips parted, inhaling sharply when she saw Nathaniel emerge from the people, stopping to stand before her. She couldn't help but laugh softly when he opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. His cheeks flushed in the cute way they did when he was around her and struggled to find something to say, but she remained quiet and patient.

"You look beautiful..." the words finally stumbled out of his mouth, along with an awkward but sincere smile.

Frankie felt some of the stress and tension her interaction with Thaddeus cause slow melt away, able to take a deep, calming breath. "Thank you." She smiled softly.

Her attention turned towards the orchestra when a new song began. She instantly focused on Ross in his... Very Ross like green velvet blazer, beeling for Petra. No wonder he was nervous. She couldn't help but smile before her gaze was pulled towards a pool of red that crossed her line of sight. Frankie's brows furrowed together slightly when she noticed Wren being lead towards the dance floor by a dark and mysterious stranger. Not too long after, Bruce Wayne himself honored Lilith with a dance. That was nice, not often did the students actually get to interact with the founders. Of course, she was sure the founders and mentors alike were watching them all like hawks, prepared to step in whenever they put a toe out of line.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, a hand extended towards her. Frankie slowly looked down at the hand that was held out towards her, palm up in invitation. "Would you honor me with a dance, Francita?" Her gaze slowly moved up the arm until she was looking up at Nathaniel, the corner of his mouth pulled in a sweet, nervous smile.

Frankie's heart began to race in her chest as she stood before him. Nate has been her friend for awhile now. And she'd be lying if she said she hadn't grown found of him. She was always the one to invite him along with anything she did. The terminator that couldn't harm a fly and the heart of a teddy bear. For some reason this time sent her stomach in knots. For the first time, Nathaniel asked her... And not to be partners in a simulation like a protective friend.

She took a deep breath. Her hand slowly extended, before lightly resting in his open palm. Frankie tried to think of something to say. About time you asked... Do you really need to ask?... You dance?... "Of course," she finally replied, allowing her slender fingers to grasp his hand.

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Wren laughed at Caitria's comment. "I doubt Wade Wilson's daughter is first on their list of friends to make. A fucking leash..." Caitria sympathized with Wren as her friend scoffed under her breath, clacking her heel against the ground. "Five bucks says if the U.N. gets their way, they'll stick trackers in us... give us a serial number."

Caitria chuckled. "No bet. I don't have that much faith in the U.N."

The elevator arrived at the correct floor, letting out a soft ding! as the doors opened. Caitria watched Wren curiously as the latter took a deep breath. "Positive note... no matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk."

The two exited the elevator simultaneously. "Same 'ere. Ultrafast metabolism does that to you."

"I wonder if I slept with Thaddeus Ross, if that'd be enough and we can all go home?" Wren commented sardonically, chuckling as she glanced at Caitria. The blonde scoffed good-naturedly.

"Probably not. They all have a stick shoved up their asses."

Caitria glanced around the room warily - since when did that many politicians invest their time in the academy?

"... or him," Caitria turned to her redhead friend, who had a playful smirk on her face as she gazed across the room at a tall man who had definitely caught her eye. Wren turned around to face her blonde friend as she began walking in the man's direction. "Don't hate me." Wren blew Caitria a kiss and turned around, facing forward as she headed to the bar.

"Have fun," the blonde speedster's lips quirked into a smile as she gestured for her friend to approach the man.

Caitria turned in the direction of Thaddeus Ross as he began to speak. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued at the fact that a United Nations agent was joining the academy. She was sure that there were some out there who weren't very happy with the arrangement, but to be honest, Caitria herself couldn't care less whether or not this Wynne Worthington was a student.
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Thaleia decided to get a glass of Campari from the bar - after all, she really should take advantage of the gala's amenities. The brunette tilted the glass back as the bitter liqueur's flavor flooded her senses.

Unfortunately, the world wasn't going to spare Thaleia from the pain of the UN.

"Hello." Thaleia did all she could not to slam the glass on the bar and glare daggers at the woman who approached her. She couldn't possibly have seemed interesting enough to be approached by a goddamned UN official. Of course, the universe had to prove her wrong once again.

Thaleia nodded curtly at the woman, knowing it would be unwise for her to open her mouth. The redhead who had approached her (she probably towered a least a foot over Thaleia, considering those monster heels) wouldn't take it, however, and continued speaking. She sat down next to Thaleia at the bar, extending a hand as she introduced herself.

Thaleia glanced around her (she already forgot the official's name); was anyone else getting treatment like hers?

Thaleia was forced to swallow down the bitter taste in her mouth that most certainly did not come from her Italian liqueur. "Thaleia Castle," she muttered darkly, stiffly shaking the UN official's hand.

The redhead (seriously, what is her name?) paid no attention to Thaleia's rather brutish handshake, instead wrinkling her nose at the brunette's name. "Castle," she mused, an undertone in her voice Thaleia certainly did not appreciate. "Is your father Francis Castle?"

Thaleia stubbornly refused to reply, instead taking a long sip of her drink. Unfortunately, the UN official took that as a yes, and rambled on, disgust clear in her voice. "I heard about your father's death from... seven years ago? Poor girl, losing your parents at such a young age. But to be perfectly honest, Francis Castle never had the most pure intentions. He committed assassinations unapproved by the United Nations. He had enemies in the wrong places, and had to be stopped before he could get himself into a situation he could wouldn't be able to get out of."

At this point, Thaleia felt sorry for the poor glass that was clenched in her fist. How dare this woman say that. Thaleia might be distant, cold, and not your perfect chummy friend, but she did care. She cared about her friends, and her deceased father, who was more of a mentor resembling a military officer rather than a loving father. Thaleia upheld a code of honor, and she wasn't going to allow someone she considered scum to speak of someone the brunette respected like they were worse than the bullshit that came out of said scum's mouths.

"Are you insulting my father in my face?" she seethed, trying to keep her cool. "Saying that he deserved to be murdered?" Thaleia slammed her glass down with a thud, shooting the UN official a look that could kill. "Let me tell you this - I know my father had many enemies. I know that he was considered evil by the greater part of society." Thaleia narrowed her eyes. "But he got rid of those who he considered evil. That was his job, and that duty has been passed to me. If you say what he did was wrong, than you should consider his death wrong as well."

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Alec barely had any time to enjoy the scenery around him when he felt himself get pulled away. "Oh no, there's Thaddeus Ross, quick let's go in the other direction," Jensen hissed into his ear as she dragged him along by the arm. "But I wanted to take a whack at showing him my southern charm..." Truthfully, Alec didn't put up much of a fight. It didn't take him very long to realize they were heading straight for the bar and that quickly shut down any further rebuttals from him. It didn't take very long for Alec to already have a bourbon in hand and another on the way with how quickly he could clear a shelf.

Jensen looked over at him and gave an apology, "Sorry about that. But - look, Wren!" Alec's gaze followed hers as he caught Wren down at the end of the bar with a man that had him struggling to pick his jaw up on the floor. "How do I get one of those?" He couldn't help but laugh as he downed the rest of his drink just as the other arrived. "That man would make me glad to go to Hell." Another chuckle as he started working through the next drink and ready to order another.

Wren eventually left the mystery hunk. Jensen continued to mess with their best friend but Alec instead raised his glass in admiration as he finished glass number... Whatever and order himself another before eventually addressing the other best friend that happened to be his date for the evening. He ordered his next glass of bourbon and also ordered Jensen another scotch.. "You know I do believe you need to make up dragging me over here..." He smiled at her coyly. "I just wonder what it could possibly be to satisfy my appetite for the evening." He stroked at his chin to play off thinking of ideas.

As if on cue, the music changed and he caught sight of people pairing off for the dance floor. Alec's expression slowly turned into a grin as he looked over at his date. He reached out his hand and gave a dramatic bow. "Jensen Jones, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to the dance floor?" He looked back up at her and winked. "After all, what better way to show off how ravishing you look tonight?"

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ImagePetra wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, which is why the Worthington girl managed to sneak up on her. It probably wasn't her intention, but she'd caught Petra off guard, leaving her unable to step between Tobias and whatever UN agent considered him a person of interest, so for all intents and purposes, she had been snuck up on.

"I'm Wynne Worthington." Regardless of her intentions, she had a warm smile, and Petra admired the way her expression never faltered even at Tobias's dry remark - though she thought she could hear faint screaming coming from somewhere in the general direction of Wynne's mind.

Petra reached out past Tobias to shake her hand just as he signalled a waiter for more champagne. "I'm Petra Maximoff. It's good to have you join us." Well, not really, but a little bit of diplomacy never hurt anyone. Besides, Petra admitted reluctantly to herself, there wasn't any point in making an enemy of the UN agent before her agenda was clear.

"Hey Red - Petra."

A different voice caught her attention, and she turned away from Tobias and Wynne to face Ross, her face lighting up almost immediately. Gods, but he looked good, even as nervous as he clearly was. She had to resist laughing at his expression, as comical as it was he was trying, and that counted for rather a lot in her book.

"You, uh... Ya look really beautiful," he continued, and this time it was Petra's turn to colour at the compliment, her face heating up. "Thank you. You look great, too," she returned, her voice steady. "Green is a good colour on you."

He didn't seem to respond, instead continuing, "Would ya like a drink? Wait, you have a drink. Actually... Ey was wondering if you'd like to dance?"

Oh. So that was what this was about. Petra paused for a moment to recollect herself. She was slipping - her mental barriers were weakening again, she could hear voices more clearly this time. Tonight was not the night to get a headache listening to a roomful of thoughts, so she reinforced the barriers and finished the little bit of champagne left in her glass, returning it to a passing waiter. "I would love to dance. But before that..." She reached up, tugging at his tie, straightening it. A whole ballroom's worth of people with international standing and he was going to walk around with his tie askew?... Not on her watch.

At least that's what she told herself.

"Don't you have any mirrors?" she teased once she was done, her fingers stilling at Ross's collar for a moment. "Now about that dance you asked for..." She took his hand and let him lead her onto the floor, casting one last glance back towards Tobias and Wynne. He looked fine, so she sent him a little telepathic reassurance - I'll be right there - and turned away, pulling her partner into an easy waltz. "How are you finding the party so far?"


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Image"Scotch?... Because 'em Scottish? Really?"

Riley resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his friend, then thought better of it and graced Ross with the best "I'm-not-amused-you-little-shit" expression he could muster. "You threatened to throw up when you entered the hall and absolutely lost your bloody mind at the sight of pretty girls... I think my judgement is marginally better than yours right now." He mock-scowled at Ross as he passed, although he did mutter a low "Good luck," as Ross headed towards the orchestra.

Straight people can be so nuts sometimes.

Alone now, Riley sank into the vacated chair and looked around for someone else he could join. The feeling of being watched by multiple pairs of judging eyes was creeping up his back again, and maybe being with someone friendly could convince his anxiety to back off. Maybe Frankie - no, she was talking to Nathaniel. And he'd just asked her for a dance. Riley smiled fondly at her departing back, feeling a little like a proud parent watching his kid go to prom. Who am I kidding, I'll never get a chance to have kids and send them to high school. Who was gonna stop him from living through his friends?

"I don't suppose this seat is taken?" A voice sounded somewhere above Riley's head, and he looked up to see a man, probably not that much older than him, hand resting on the empty chair by Riley's side. "Uh, no, go ahead." He watched, slightly bewildered, as the man - clearly another UN representative - pulled the chair out and slid in beside Riley, setting a glass of wine down to run his hands through his blond hair. "This is some party, huh?" I'm Solberg, I'm with the -" here he chuckled and gestured over his shoulder noncommittally, "the UN, but you probably knew that. You students don't get much action like this, huh? Everyone's so wound up." He met Riley's gaze, suddenly alarmed and earnest at once. "But look at my manners! I haven't given you a chance to introduce yourself!"

To say Riley was confused was perhaps something of an understatement - he'd never met anyone like Solberg before, and he did not fit the expected mould of a UN representative. Although he did seem genuinely friendly.

"Riley, Riley Barton," he managed, reaching over to shake Solberg's hand. "It's, uh, it's good to have you at the Academy tonight, Mr Solberg."

"Oh, look at the boy quaking in his nice suit!" the official laughed, letting go of Riley's hand to clasp his shoulder. "You can dispense with the formalities, just Sol is fine. You're Hawkeye's kid, aren't you?"

Riley nodded, settling back into his seat, trying to get comfortable. It might end up being a very long night.


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ImageNot actively hostile, that was already a good start. Up close, Tobias Lehnsherr was good-looking, more so than Wynne had expected, a kind of soft resigned quality to his gaze that made a glimmer of guilt twinge in her head for treating him like a target. He was a student - closer to the mutant situation than she could ever claim to be - and he couldn't help his heritage.

He could, however, help the side he chose to take, and this thought steeled Wynne's resolve again. She had to make sure he didn't side with his father, and if he did she had to find a way to negate the damage that could be caused.

So she kept her smile steady, not faltering at his offhand remark even as she tried not to flip at the idiot sentence she'd chosen as her opening. Petra was a touch friendlier than Tobias, and Wynne was sorry to see her attention pulled away by Ross McCulloch. Perhaps she might get to know then a little better later, but for now she didn't comment as they left, turning her attention back to Tobias.

Accepting the champagne with murmured thanks, Wynne raised her glass to mirror Tobias's, tilting it towards him in an effort to be less rigid. "Please. Just Wynne will do."

She adjusted her stance, shifting her weight onto one leg. It hadn't been that long since she'd interacted socially with people her age, but she hadn't the faintest idea what to do to endear herself to a school full of mutants who likely thought she was as much a blood traitor as Tobias's father considered her to be.

"So, Tobias. I don't know if you've ever been the new kid - goodness knows I've been that person too many times - but each school has its own culture, and though I might not have the chance to fit in fully given my short time here I thought it'd be nice to hear from a student. What's the Academy like? Do you like it? What do you guys do?"


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ImageWren left, and Jensen put her arm down, eyes flicking between the boy she'd left standing at the bar and Wren herself, off to go threaten some official. Looks like Wren might not hate the evening as much as she'd complained about before - hell, her companion was about as handsome as they come, and like Alec expressed much more creatively, Jensen wouldn't mind meeting someone cute and interesting either. Jensen wondered who he was. Not UN, surely? Wren had few limits dictating who she'd lay her charm on, but given her general distaste Jensen doubted she'd be so eager unless she was planning something.

A freshly refilled glass slid over by Jensen's arm as soon as she'd finished her drink, courtesy of Alec. "Thank you," she said absently, still looking around the hall. Some of these people she could still recognise, given that they didn't look all that different from usual - Petra Maximoff was about as fancy as she usually was, she'd probably wear that dress to brunch if the opportunity arose - but some of her classmates looked completely different. Like Thaleia Castle. Hot damn! Jensen didn't know she had that much gorgeous in her. To be fair, she and Wren themselves weren't all that beauty queen material anyway - yet here they were.

"You know I do believe you need to make up dragging me over here..." Jensen turned just in time to meet Alec's eyes, noting his smile that never could mean anything good was coming. "I just wonder what it could possibly be to satisfy my appetite for the evening."

"Just drink your alcohol and don't get any weird ideas," Jensen grumbled. I should've expected he'd have some nonsense up his sleeve, she couldn't help thinking fondly. A party wasn't a party without Alec trying to get a rise out of someone.

As it turned out, Alec didn't need to get any ideas, the music provided him with all he needed. Jensen realised her mistake in not leaving the moment the music changed, taking on a livelier tone, and Alec turned to her, affecting a bow. "Jensen Jones, will you do me the honour of accompanying me to the dance floor? After all, what better way to show off how ravishing you look tonight?"

"You're mocking me, Alec Constantine," Jensen scoffed, aiming a well-placed kick at his shin, not hard enough to do any real damage - didn't need any broken bones, not at the gala - but enough to hurt, at least for a few moments. She took his hand anyway, moving towards the floor a little reluctantly. She didn't know how to dance, and was loath to make a fool of herself trying to, especially here. "I hope you know how to dance, because I don't. And for your information, that bow was the stupidest thing I've seen in a while, aside from your face." She couldn't resist.

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"I'm impressed," Wren began after taking Cas' outstretched hand, his fingers folding on top of hers. The pair then moved toward the nearly empty dance floor, it seemed as if no one was wanting to take advantage of such a beautiful sounding orchestra and open space which in Cas' mind, was a damn shame. "You worked faster than I expected." Cas had realised that perhaps in his hurry to find out the mysterious woman's name, he may have seemed eager, but that was simply because he hadn't been this fascinated by a woman in a long, long time. Everyone else seemed just like the U.N. official he had been talking to earlier, moderately tolerable when Cas was bored, but otherwise utterly boring. "Couldn't stay away." He retorts whilst they walk, knowing full well that Wren would be where his sights were set for the rest of the evening. No one else even came close to piquing his interest.

When they reach the centre spot of the room, seemingly standing in the limelight, Cas notices multiple eyes on them. Most seemed to be U.N. officials, and he almost wanted to laugh at the looks on their faces. Of course they wouldn't be pleased that perhaps that the trigger-happy daughter of Wade Wilson was about to dance with the son of a villain who had the ability to control minds. It made sense and Cas couldn't help but think the he and his new friend had the potential to be the most formidable team. That's something he'd have to ponder further another time, as for now, Cas was focused more on finding the perfect time for them to slip away, back to his room.

"You need both hands to dance." Cas nearly kicked himself, too absorbed in the bemusing sight of disgruntled officials, he had forgotten to place down his scotch. However Cas only smirks as Wren continues to down the drink. Like father like daughter, he supposed. Moving his hand to lay low on Wren's back, he draws her tighter into him, grasping the hand she had placed into his open palm. Cas knew he couldn't possibly mess this up now, the waltz had always been his forte. A dance that can only be performed by two people, pressed against each other with arms entwined, what could be more beautiful?

As he led them in their waltz, Cas looks into Wren's eyes, making sure to continually keep time with the music. Although by this point he had noticed a couple more pairs join in the dancing, Cas was far to focused on the redhead he was currently dancing with to acknowledge who they were. "Wren Wilson," Cas says, his voice low and soft since their faces were mere inches apart, "I have to say you are not what I expected." And that was true, in all of his thoughts about potential friendships or hook-ups to come out of his stint at the academy, Cas never once thought he'd be at this gala with his arms around the daughter of one of the most prolific anti-heroes. Not that he was complaining, in fact Cas was elated to have found someone who wasn't dull just a few hours into his being at the academy.

Some part of Cas wanted to ask Wren so many questions, which was new. Typically he was the kind of guy to be interested in one thing and one thing only. However, just like all the other students at the academy, Wren was not an average person. They were all so fascinating, the lives that they had lived and the people they associated with, Cas almost felt inferior knowing that he had not even nearly such an intriguing backstory. He hadn't even known about his powers nor his father until his twenties, meaning that while he may well be amongst the most powerful of students, he was certainly not as developed as some.

However, Cas also realised that bombarding her with questions would undoubtably ruin the undeniable tension brewing between them. So, he let them dance in comfortable silence for a moment, glancing away from Wren only when necessary, since he didn't exactly want to waltz her right into another dancing couple. That and he found himself left ever so slightly speechless by her, he could already tell that Wren was a strong character with a loud mouth; while Cas couldn't deny that he too was a strong character, he tended to choose his words carefully. Since everyone who knew about Cas' parentage was either scared of him or hated his guts, it was odd for him to be dancing with a woman who knew exactly who he was, and even seemed to be familiar with what his father had done.

He'd been lucky that Kilgrave kept a low profile and despite the havoc he may have wreaked, he was a figure of anonymity, with only a select few knowing of his identity. This meant that Cas was never recognised as the child of a villain, and in fact, was able to lead a relatively normal life. It seemed, however, as if everyone here knew him. The officials gazes were still on him and Wren when he glanced over at them, he should've known he wouldn't be the most popular amongst the U.N. or really anyone particularly, but surely they didn't need to keep such a close eye on him. What did they think he was going to do? Make Wren go crazy and lash out? Sure she'd be the perfect superhuman to use his mind control on if he ever needed to, but Cas was not his father and he was not evil. Teetering on the edge of good and bad, perhaps, but certainly not about to start a battle in the middle of a swanky gala.

With these thoughts race around in his mind, Cas can't help but look at Wren, almost searching for any sign of fear in her eyes as she looks right back at him. Of course she wasn't scared of him, but Cas still couldn't help but think that even the most powerful of students don't want a mind-controlling freak crawling through their brain. "Do I not frighten you?" These words almost come out in a jumble, but Cas is able to steady them before they exit his mouth. The way in which Cas questions Wren seems almost as lighthearted as a 'how are you?' question, more than such an imposing one. Still, Cas couldn't keep it in and now that it was out in the open, Cas was curious as to what her answer would be. As he waits, Cas shifts his hand on her back, dropping it ever so slightly so that it grazes the lower edge of her waist.

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"Of course," Frankie's slender hand graced Nathaniel's palm and he could hardly keep himself from grinning ear to ear. The man was literally glowing at this point. He did it. He finally did it. After all this time of making a fool of himself and dragging himself along into grueling social situations... He finally made a move. Yes, it was just a dance but it was still his first move in the right direction and quite possibly his only chance to sweep Frankie off her feet.

He took her hand into the other as he swooped her arm inside of his and lead her towards the dance floor. He may not be the most extravagant dancer but he could pull off a waltz and he was determined to make the most of this. It was certainly obvious still just how nervous Frankie made him. He couldn't help it. Nathaniel had become increasingly fond of her company and it made him feel odd and nervous around her because she was the only person him to see him differently. The only one to see him as someone capable of good.

They finally reached a spot Nathaniel was satisfied with and he took her hand once more as he faced her. His left hand held her right while his right hand made it's way gently to the small of her back. The size comparison of the two probably looked a bit comical but Nathaniel honestly didn't care. He was still the one lucky enough to get a dance with Frankie Parker.

As he tuned his ear into the sound of the orchestra, Nathaniel began taking steps along to the beat. There were moments Nathaniel glanced down at his feet to keep himself in track but he kept to the basic steps as the two danced together. He decided step in closer towards her and he leaned down and whispered into Frankie's ear, "Thank you for saying yes..." He then added, "I don't know what else to say other than you look too beautiful for words." Nathaniel felt a bit daring and went for an underarm twirl before pulling her back close into his arms. "And it's not only today."



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"You're mocking me, Alec Constantine," Alec smirked at Jensen's scoffed response ready to have a clever comeback until she kicked his shin. Alec instead did his best to remain calm and collected which was certainly much easier considering how tipsy he already was. Besides, she still took his hand and let him lead her towards the dance floor. Alec counted that as a win in hi book even though he was going to have a bruised shin in the morning. It would be his battle scar in remembrance of convincing the Jensen Jones to dance with him. If he even remember anything in the morning that is.

Of course Jensen had another quip for him, "I hope you know how to dance, because I don't. And for your information, that bow was the stupidest thing I've seen in a while, aside from your face." Alec laughed as he faced her on the dance floor. He held her hand in his as he spoke, "Yet..." He tugged at her quickly. He wasn't super strong or anything but he was hoping to startle and get a reaction out of her as his hand went slowly from her hip to the small of her back and he whispered into her ear, "Here you are dancing with me having to stare at my face for a whole song, sugar." He chuckled into her before twirling her around. They certainly knew how to banter like best friends.

Alec continued to lead them in the waltz and couldn't help but have a big ol' smirk plastered across his face as they danced. "Not only do you get to stare at my face, but you also get to dance with Miss Purgatories dance partner two years running." He twirled her around again and pulled her suddenly back into him. "A perk of having a southern belle mother adamant on her son knowing how to dance so he charm all the lovely ladies in school." He was having way too much fun with this. He was certainly carrying the entire dance but he still managed to enjoy himself. He got to drag his best friend out into a crowd of people to dance and he got to enjoy a nice amount of free booze. What could possibly go wrong?

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Wren grinned up towards Cas as his fingers wrapped around her hand that was placed in his palm. His other hand moved to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer to him until her chest was lightly pressed to his. To no surprise, Cassius seemed to know exactly what he was doing. After all, he looked like the type to be well bread. So, anything that called for more tact and class, he'd excel at. On the other hand, Wren was probably the farthest thing at this academy from classy and graceful. Luckily for her, her partner seemed to be more than capable of leading a dance with ease. It was a decent amount of time into the dance before she realized that she was moving in sync with him without a hiccup.

His gaze was intense and direct. Normally, something like that would make her uncomfortable. But instead, Wren held his gaze with ease, a small smirk cemented on her face. It was safe to say she had never seen a more attractive specimen in her life. It should have been intimidating, but everyone who knew Wren knew she loved a challenge. But so far, there wasn't even a minor hurdle. Just electric sexual attraction... And who could turn that down? She wouldn't be the first to admit that something else about him was even more intriguing, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Wren Wilson," he said softly, his face so close to her own that she could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. "I have to say you are not what I expected."

Her hand slowly moved from his upper arm, coming to rest upon the curve of his neck. She tilted her head to the side slightly as her finger tips ran along the edge of his tuxedo collar. "Oh really?" Wren asked with a smirk. Being completely frank, she probably wasn't the first thing anyone expected. She was the kind of person who danced to the beat of her own drum and kick anyone's ass who gave her shit for it. "And what was it you were expecting?" She couldn't help herself from asking.

Wren always wondered what people assumed about her before they met her. Especially someone like Cassius. She couldn't help but wonder what preconceived notions would be in a mind like his. No doubt if he was his father, Kilgrave would waste no time in using Wren as a weapon. Would mind control even work on her? She knew that telepathic nonsense did little to nothing to her... Something with her healing factor and something something. Professor Xavier explained it to her once, but Wren was fairly certain she was zoning out. So, he might have told her at some point in that boring conversation about how mind control would effect her. But again, did she listen? Nope.

But, even if it did work on her... Wren wasn’t intimidated or scared. It took a lot to intimidate her. She might not have powers that she can use offensively like some of the others in the academy. But unlike them, she could take a lot. Mycroft seemed more intimidating than over half of the people in this ballroom. But it still didn't scare her. Wren could be the only woman up against an army of more powerful mutants and laugh in their faces. Her fears were much more basic and primal.

As they continued to dance, there was a long period of silence. But it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. A peaceful type of comfort without talking, allowing their minds to wonder while their bodies moved through the steps with ease. Then it seemed as though Cassius' gaze drew a bit more inquisitive and meaningful, causing Wren's brows to furrow ever so slightly like a silent question. "Do I not frighten you?" For such a heavy question, he asked it calmly. As he waited on her response, his hand slid lower down her back. The subtle movement sending a slight chill up her spine. She couldn't remember the last time someone's touch gave her chills… It was a good thing of course. If it wasn't, Cas' hand would be broken already.

This time instead of replying in a sarcastic or seductive manner, Wren kept herself fairly serious. She felt a question like that wasn't something to joke about. Contrary to what others believed, she did know when to be a sarcastic asshole and when not to be. Her hand shifted to the back of his neck, her thumb brushing the exposed skin above his suit collar. "No," she replied quietly with a slight shake of her head. She let her gaze drift about the hall, seeing the numerous eyes fixed upon the two of them. The sight of the both of them together obviously worrying them. A powerful and deadly combination, bodies pressed together in a waltz. It was almost like she was the gun and he was the trigger... And everyone there knew it. Wren looked back up at him. "Do I scare you?"

You know how it is always said there is a calm before the storm. An eery silence where a pin could drop and sound like a bomb. Sort of like the world was holding its breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. That sensation hit Wren like a freight train, causing her body to instantly tense. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up Cassius. She brought herself closer to him. Her cheek softly pressed to his while her arm wrapped around his shoulders. To anyone else their dance just seemed to grow more intimate but her body was in a more protective and alert position. She now had a large view of the gala. Wren tried her best not to look on edge as her eyes darted around looking for something out of place. "Something's not right," she whispered quietly into Cassius' ear.

The song slowly came to and end, the ballroom drawing silent. It was so quiet that Wren's own breathing was deafening. She took in a sharp breath and held it. "We need to—"

BOOM!

The explosion ripped through the ballroom, sending everything flying in every direction. Wren couldn't stop the force of the explosion from sending them flying across the hall. She held as tightly as she could to Cassius. When being thrown through the air its nearly impossible to control what's going to happen. Luckily, Wren was the one who was slammed into the wall. The descent to the ground far below was much slower than the force from the blast. As best as she could, Wren positioned herself to take most of the impact of their fall.

"Ah!" She groaned out on impact. Wren looked up at Cassius. "Are you ok? Were you hurt?"

As carefully as Wren could manage, she slid out from under Cas. While sitting up, she winced feeling every piece of debris shift with her movements. But that was the least of her worries. She slowly moved to her knees, peaking around an overturned table. A whole the size of a school bus was ripped through the side of the hall. A loud chopping noise grew as a helicraft lowered beside the opening. Its side doors flew open. Before she could see who was inside, dozens of smoke grenades were tossed into the ballroom. Aside from creating a thick fog, Wren could smell traces of numerous toxins and drugs within the cloud.

Soldiers in head to toe riot gear and gas masks started flooding into the room. For just a second she caught a glimpse of the symbol on one of the men. Hydra. "There!" one of them shouted while pointing at her just before the smoke consumed Wren.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Wren quickly tore a piece of fabric from the skirt of her dress and held it to Cas' nose and mouth. "Stay hidden and try not to take deep breaths." Unfortunately, no amount of fabric would block those toxins forever. As she stood up, Wren could already see many of the U.N. officials collapse from the knock out gas. She was kicking herself for following the rules this time. If she had her guns, or even her swords these Hydra soldiers’ asses would be grass… But no.

Wren pulled off her stilettos, ditching one while holding the other in her right hand. Without her shoes she was able to run towards the Hydra soliders making minimum noise. She came up behind one, using her left hand to yank his helmet off his head. Before he was able to turn around, Wren slammed the heel of her shoe through his eye socket. She pivoted on her heels, turning to face another approaching solider. She took off in a sprint, jumping up and slamming both of her feet into his chest, sending the guy flying backwards. Wren quickly got back up on her feet and pinned down the armored man before he could get up.

"Congrats. You've been promoted to hostage." Wren tore the gas mask from his face along with his helmet. Then in a single swift motion, she smashed his helmet down into his nose, knocking him unconscious.

Before Wren could get up, something slammed her in the back like a battering ram. The second it hit her, she spat out blood, gasping for breath. Wren inhaled a painful breath as she looked down to find a whaling harpoon protruding out of her abdomen. Like a claw, tendrils expanded from it, wrapping around her frame. Then with a forceful jerk, she was pulled backwards knocking over Hydra soldiers in her wake. She was brought to an abrupt stop once inside the helicraft. Gloved hands quickly grab her head and with a forceful twist, they snap her neck causing Wren to slump over unconscious.

"Lock her up!" one of the soldiers barked to the other. "If she wakes up, break her neck again... Unless you wanna deal with a pissed of Wilson in closed quarters."




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"I'm Petra Maximoff. It's good to have you join us." Tobias leaned out of the way slightly so that Petra could give Wynne a proper handshake. He wasn't going to stop her. Wynne may be trying to make nice, but she's fairly transparent when she goes straight for him. She wasn't fooling him.

But with the arrival of the ever so smooth Ross, Petra's attention was swiftly drawn to a more interesting companion. Not that Tobias blamed her or anything. She deserved to enjoy the night, as much as humanly possible. Wynne raised her champagne to meet his own that was extended towards her. "Please. Just Wynne will do." Tobias wasn't one for jokes like some of the others at the academy. If he was, he'd probably make some dumb remark referring to her as 'just Wynne.' But he wasn't. Instead he simply nodded his head in understanding before taking a sip of champagne.

"So, Tobias. I don't know if you've ever been the new kid - goodness knows I've been that person too many times - but each school has its own culture, and though I might not have the chance to fit in fully given my short time here I thought it'd be nice to hear from a student. What's the Academy like? Do you like it? What do you guys do?"

Tobias tried his best not to laugh coldly at the comment. Instead swirling his drink for a long moment. Be on your best behavior. Not that he was overly a dick like Wren Wilson or Thaleia, but he wasn't by any means the friendliest either. But, being friendly or at least cordial to Wynne was in the benefit of the academy. So he sighed softly, looking down at the ground for a moment. "Every day I feel like the new kid here." He didn't say it coldly or with a harsh bitterness. Just as a simple fact as if someone was asking him his age or favorite color.

He wasn't looking for pity or sympathy, but Tobias wasn't the type to lie either. There never seemed to be a purpose for that. She asked her questions, and now she will get her answers. He turned to face Wynne fully, tucking his free hand into his tuxedo jacket. "I do not believe I am the person to give you the answers you seek. Someone like you, a child of a hero would fit in much better than I do... And I've been here for years."

"It's better than where I was before this. Generally, everyone is treated equally... But, there are exceptions." Tobias didn't expand on that. Wynne seemed like a smart girl, and if she couldn't gather his meaning then it was her loss. "We spend most of our time training in simulations that test us on different levels." He sighed shrugging his shoulders. "If you're not going to be here long, as you say... Then why worry yourself over it? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... The fact that you're being planted into the academy by the U.N. doesn't make it all that likely for you to make friends."

Tobias wasn't trying to be harsh or heartless but he didn't feel the need to filter or sugar coat his thoughts either. She wanted to know what she was going to get into. "Sure some people will be nice to you out of obligation... Or the rare few like Frankie Parker who doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But most likely, people will skirt around you like they do with me." And that was the truth of it. Son of Magneto, mutant planted in the academy to assess how they function? Neither one is that appealing. But, Wynne still had a better chance at making friends than he ever did.

With nothing more to add to her onslaught of questions, Tobias raised his champagne flute to his lips. He took a long drink, glancing over his shoulder towards the dance floor. He was a bit surprised at how many people are started to join. Although, most of them looked to be students. Smart. You can't particularly approach someone and bombard them with questions while they are dancing with someone else. Well, you could but it'd be very rude.

Then out of nowhere there was a loud, abrupt bang that shook the entire building. Instantly, Tobias turned towards the explosion, placing himself in front of Wynne. He planted his feet as firmly as he could and raised his hands up before him. With all the power he could manage, he stopped the pieces of metal shrapnel, while trying hold himself firm in his place. He wasn't able to block it all, just what was coming towards himself and a few others in the general area. Every piece of metal he stopped, fused together building shields to block those around him. But, that didn't stop pieces of concrete, glass and other non metal debris from flying towards him.

Tobias held it until the explosion died down, and everything within the hall settled. He exhaled deeply, releasing his hold as he fell to his knees. The makeshift metal shields collapsed to ground when he seized his control. His breathing was heavy and labored. When he finally looked down, a piece of glass the size of a cellphone was lodged in his left side, along with other tiny pieces of debris everywhere else. He didn't have time to pick any of it out, or try to help others to safety. The moment everything went quiet, a helicraft was hovering at the gaping hole in the tower, and the room was quickly filled with dozens of knock out bombs.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, his left hand clutching his side. Between the knockout gas and the amount of blood loss from the wound, Tobias wasn't going to have strength for much longer. He looked towards the hole, watching as numerous Hydra soldiers flooded into the ballroom. He slowly stumbled to his feet, looking around through the dense smoke for Thaddeus Ross. Once Tobias found him, he waved his hand causing a metal box to entrap Thaddeus and the closest officials so that no one could get to them.

"Lehnsherr!" Several sets of footsteps came to a halt behind him. The sounds of gun safeties switching off and laser sights buzzing alerter him to the guns pointed at him. Tobias raised his hands in the air as he slowly turned around to face a dozen Hydra soldiers. After a second he gave his hands a quick flick... But nothing happened.

"Do you honestly think we didn't learn anything from your father?"

Tobias swept his right hand through the air in front of him, sending a table flying towards the soldier, knocking them over like bowling pins. He waved his index finger in a circle causing a metal chair to unravel and wrap itself around one of the Hydra men. Then with a push of Tobias' hand, the man shot backwards through the hole and plummeted to the bottom of the harbor. He started coughing as his vision began to get spots from the gas. He slowly limped his way forward, extending his hand towards another guard attempting to suck the iron from the man's blood.

But Tobias was too weak. Blood began to drip from his nose, while even more seeped through his fingers that clutched at his abdomen. While distracted with the man in front of him, he didn't notice the soldier that approached him from behind. Something slammed him hard in the back, wrapping around his body like a cobra. He screamed out when the tendrils pushed the piece of glass deeper into him as the fingers of the mechanism entrapped him. Without being able to control his own body, whatever was on him forced Tobias to his knees, with his arms extended behind him in a rigid pose.

"You can thank Kamar-Taj for that lovely piece of equipment," a cocky Hydra soldier said as he squatted down in front of Tobias. He gave the piece of machinery a flick. "The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak... Or Plastic Bands of Cyttorak if you want to get technical." The man stood up, and patted Tobias' cheek. "We figured you'd be a handful. I didn't think it'd actually be this easy."

Another soldier quickly joined them, looking between his companion and Tobias. "Are we taking him too?"

"Are you kidding?" The other responded, digging out a syringe from his utility pack. "We're already going to have the academy breathing down our necks. Do you really wanna have to deal with the Brotherhood too?" The man jabbed the syringe into Tobias' neck, injecting him with a powerful tranquilizer.

Tobias' eyelids quickly grew heavy, as the sounds around him started to mumble and blend together. "Have a nice sleep, Mr. Lehnsherr." The soldier then raised his gun, slamming the butt of the rifle into Tobias' head, instantly knocking him out cold.

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The pure happiness in Nathaniel's smile made Frankie's own grin grow, along with a soft flush upon her cheeks. She wasn't expecting him to look that happy, but it only helped calm some of her nerves. Nathaniel had always been sweet and kind to her. Frankie never understood why people were so scared of him, because in her eyes he was a gentle giant. Maybe he was a powerful weapon, but she knew he'd never hurt her.

Her gaze fell slightly as Nathaniel took her hand, moving it so that it rested in the bend of his arm. Frankie smiled to herself, unable to help but imagine what he might dance like. With his size, she wouldn't be surprised if he was kind of awkward. Not that it'd bother her, she'd still dance with him like nothing was wrong. While they walked towards the dance floor, Frankie couldn't help but notice his nerves. She raised her free hand and gently patted his arm while flashing him a reassuring smile.

As they reached the dance floor, Nathaniel slowly turned to face her. His left hand took her right. Frankie couldn't help from holding her breath as his right hand moved to rest upon the small of her back. She swallowed and took a step towards him. Her left hand slowly moved up his arm until it rested upon his broad shoulder. Frankie hadn't paid much attention to how much larger Nathaniel was until this moment. Even in heels, she found herself still standing on her toes slightly. She quickly grew nervous, hoping her mermaid styled dress wouldn't inhibit her ability to keep up with his larger strides.

Frankie finally let herself breathe as Nathaniel began leading them in the waltz. Thankfully, her dad danced with her when she was younger, giving her a little taste of what it was like. Of course, Frankie was standing on his feet, but it was still practice none the less. She couldn't help but giggle softly when she saw Nate look down at his feet, checking the steps. "It's ok," she whispered up at him with a smile. "You're not stepping on my feet."

They danced in silence for awhile, finding their groove with the beat of the song, weaving between the other couples on the dance floor. She felt Nathaniel move in closer to her, causing Frankie to look up at him. He leaned his head down so that his cheek brushed hers and his lips were next to her ear. Her heart skipped a beat, as her hands subconsciously gripped his hand and shoulder tighter. "Thank you for saying yes..." Before she could reply, Nate spoke again, his breath tickling her ear slightly. "I don't know what else to say other than you look too beautiful for words."

Frankie's cheeks flushed, unable to fight the smile that spread across her face. Then Nathaniel gently slid his hand from her back and guided her in a spin. Frankie couldn't help but giggle as she twirled under his arm while holding his hand. Nate gently pulled her back towards him, her free hand returning to its place upon his shoulder. He leaned in, speaking quietly to her one more time. "And it's not only today." Frankie moved closer to him, hiding half of her face in his shoulder. She wasn't able to stop smiling or hide the bright flush that covered her cheeks.

She couldn't help how happy she felt in that moment. Frankie and Nathaniel had known each other for such a long time. She had noticed her own crush brewing for quite sometime now, but Nate was so hard to read. One day she felt like they were on the same page, and other days she worried that he only saw her as a little sister. Frankie was still surprised he approached her for a dance. It was like the instance he did, her whole conversation with Thaddeus earlier just melted away. It wasn't important anymore. This was.

But just her luck... It couldn't last longer than a fleeting moment. Frankie felt the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stand up. Her spidey sense was tingling off the charts. Her body froze, bringing the waltz to a screeching halt. She quickly tried to catch back up with Nathaniel, but her body was rigid. Frankie allowed herself to drift back from him, just enough so that she could look up at him. "My spidey sense," she whispered, a concerned look on her face. "It's never been this strong before." She was going to suggest that they should leave, or at least move off of the dance floor, but it was too late.

The force of the explosion hit Frankie like a wave. It instantly knocked her off her feet and sent her fly backwards. When she slammed into the wall, she quickly pressed her hands to the surface, keeping herself from falling. She tucked her head behind one of her arms, trying to block herself from the blast. But no matter how strong her hands held, Frankie still began to slip, unable to get a grip through her heels. She kicked off her shoes, accidentally tearing her dress up the side as her toes pressed against the wall.

When everything beneath her started to settle, Frankie released her grip on the wall. She landed on the ground quietly in a crouching position. As she stood, her eyes quickly scanned the devastation that was the ball room. Frankie started to panic when she couldn't see Nathaniel. Her attention was so focused, that she didn't notice the helicraft move into place or even the gas grenades until one stopped on the ground before her. She quickly picked it up and threw it towards the onslaught of Hydra soldiers.

Frankie winced when the projectile left her hand. A burning sensation quickly began to cover her palm. Insecticide. Mixed in with all those other toxins and gases, the Hydra soldiers also laced the grenades with insecticides. Anything else, and Frankie would be unaffected. But this quickly washed over her. The moment the smoke surrounded her, she began coughing hysterically. Frankie grew weak at a rapid rate. She tried her best to get away, but her feet felt like they were held down by weights. She stumbled through the debris, until she bumped into an over turned table and fell to the ground.

She gasped for air, crawling on all fours. Just when she thought she couldn't move any farther, Frankie was snatched up two Hydra soldiers. They each held one of her arms as they dragged her towards the whole in the wall. It took a moment for hrt to register what exactly was happening. Then what little bit of energy Frankie had left, she began thrashing against their hold. "Nate!" she screamed out. No matter how hard she fought, in her weakened state she was no match for the soldiers holding her. "Let me go!" she cried, digging her heels into the ground trying to stop them. "NATE!"




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The second Petra turned to face Ross, his heart skipped a beat. She was without a doubt, the most beautiful woman at the gala that night. And he'd fight anyone who argued otherwise. Her face almost seemed to light up when she saw him, which helped put some of his nerves at ease. She even complimented him... And being the idiot he was, he rambled on afterwards. But he was sure his blushing cheeks and smile that didn't know how to chill probably said he was thankful for the compliment.

She seemed to take awhile after he asked her to dance. Ross started to worry that he shouldn't have asked, or he miss read signs from her. Petra finished her champagne and passed it off, while he stood there waiting. He might have looked relatively calm on the outside but was moderately freaking out inside.

"I would love to dance. But before that..." Petra finally answered. Ross' gaze dropped to her hands as she moved them to his necktie. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed when she adjusted it. Had it been wrong this whole time!?

He raised his gaze to hers, giving a weak apologetic smile. "Thanks, Red."

"Don't you have any mirrors?" she asked, her fingers resting at his collar for a moment.

Ross laughed softly, nodding his head. "'Course aye do. Maybeh it was all part of meh evil plan." He raised his brows, grinning mischievously. Of course, it wasn't. But little did Petra know, this was the first time he ever had the need to actually wear a necktie. Thieves don't usually find the need to dress black tie formal.

"Now about that dance you asked for..." Petra took his hand and he smiled. Ross slowly lead her to the clearing in the hall that must have been designated for dancing. If it wasn't, then the academy could get over it. From what he could tell there was already a handful of partners taking advantage of the space. "How are you finding the party so far?"

Before answering, Ross grinned playfully. Then in a smooth manner, he gave Petra a spin not caring who was watching. After she made her turn, his other hand moved to her back and gently guided her closer to him. "Aye may have just gotten 'ere like five minutes 'go." He laughed. He couldn't help himself. Ross saw how beautiful Petra looked, and had to ask her to dance before someone else beat him to it. "But, its significantly improved since aye arrived." And that was the truth.

Ross wasn't the most conventional person by any means. Whatever he was doing, well it wasn't the waltz. But they were dancing. It's not like he was uncoordinated or anything. He just preferred to have fun while dancing instead of being all proper and uppity. He didn't care who was watching, as long as he wasn't being a total arse in front of Petra and she was enjoying herself, that's all that matter. So whenever the tempo in the song picked up, Ross would release her waist to spin her. Sometimes, even dipping her, if he felt so inclined. The entire time, he couldn't remove the smile from his face.

When he brought Petra close to him once again, Ross let them dance calmly for a minute. "How's all de...?" He wiggled his fingers next to his head, referring to her telepathic ability. "'m sure it's not easy wit all these people here." He moved with her slowly, looking around at the numerous people who cluttered the hall. "If ye get tired of holdin' up yer barriers... Ye can always focus on my mind." Ross smiled sweetly. "Not much is goin' on up there, ya know... Besides you."

Then his gut twisted into a knot making him want to vomit. Why did he say that? God, he sounded like such an idiot. He wanted to kick himself for opening his big stupid mouth. Don't tell the girl you think about her. Probably sounds creepy or stalker-ish... Or whatever. He didn't let his face show how mad he was at himself, but wasn't able to hide the flushing that crept up to his cheeks as he looked away from her. "Aye'm glad you brought Tobias. Mycroft was a total arse earlier." He tried to quickly divert the conversation before he put his foot in his mouth again.

When the song came to an end, Ross' heart sank a little. Hopefully Petra didn't walk away, and decided to stick around for another dance. But he wouldn't pry. She probably has other people she wants to socialize with, not just him. No matter how much he wanted that second dance, it wasn't going to happen. Not that night anyways. Ross looked down at Petra with a smile and parted his lips to thank her for the dance.

BOOM!

It felt like an instant earth quake shook the tower down to its very core as a hole was ripped into the side of the building. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Ross tried to move himself in front of Petra but it was futile. The explosion ripped through the room like a tidal wave sending everyone and everything flying. Ross was flung backwards knocking into a table and some chairs before the wall stopped him.

Ross laid there for a moment in a daze, stars in his vision and ringing in his ears. He coughed as he shifted a top the rubble, moving to all fours. He squinted his eyes, looking around for Petra. When he saw her several feet away, Ross stumbled to his feet and ran over to her. He slid to his knees beside her. His eyes scanned her body for any serious injuries. "Red! Are y'ok?! Are ya hurt?" He reached out, carefully trying to help her sit up. His right hand moved to brush her hair from her face as he continued to inspect her.

His body tensed when he heard the helicraft lower to the level of the opening in the tower. When Ross saw numerous gas grenades get tossed into the ballroom, he switched like a light becoming more alert and quick on his feet. As fast as he could, he pulled off his blazer and ripped it down the middle. Ross handed one half to Petra. "Hurry, cover yer face," he whispered towards her. He then took the sleeve off of the other half and wrapped it around his face, tying it behind his head. Ross knew this wouldn't stop the gases forever but it'd slow their effect down. He didn't quite have the time to ask Petra if she was immune to toxins, so he decided it was better safe than sorry.

Trying to remain as quiet as possible, Ross slid over to the nearest overturned table. Placing his feet against the flat surface, with a couple jerks he was able to get one of the legs free. He kept himself crouched down behind the table, watching as the Hydra soldiers started to spread out. When one them walked past him, Ross stood up and slammed his makeshift weapon down on the back of the guys head. Once the guy was on the ground, he yanked off his helmet, chucking it across the room. Ross pinned him down, then smacked the butt of the table leg into the soldier's nose, knocking him out.

Ross could feel the gases slowly starting to effect him, seeping through the sleeve wrapped around his face. He tried not to cough as he snuck up behind more guards. "Wren Wilson has been apprehended," one of the men said.

"Who else do we—there's the Maximoff girl!" another said, pointed his gloved hand at Petra.

Without a moment's hesitation, he struck the table leg into the back of the soldier's legs. As the man fell, Ross grabbed the guy by the head and slammed their face into his knee, then kicked him in the jaw. He ducked when another Hydra soldier went to throw the butt of their gun into Ross' head. As he dropped, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the compact mirror he grabbed before leaving his penthouse earlier. "'m sorry," Ross mouthed towards Petra. He opened the compact and slid it across the ground like a hockey puck. The moment the mirror touched Petra, it sucked her inside and closed shut.

Ross let out a sigh of relief just before a steal toed boot clocked him right in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. He rolled over onto his side, coughing and spitting up blood. The soldier moved to stand over him, grabbing a fist full of his shirt. "Where is she!?" he demanded.

Ross smiled a bloody grin. "Suck me cock ya piece of shite." He laughed until it turned to more coughing.

Furious, the Hydra soldier punched him. Then continued, again and again. The man hit Ross so many times that he lost count after three and the one that broke his nose. He would have fought back, but the effects of the knock out gases were already too strong. But that didn't stop him from laughing in their faces after every hit.

The guy went to hit him again, but was stopped by an approaching soldier. "Forget about him and the girl. We have to go!"

The soldier who held Ross up growled out of frustration. He forcefully pushed him down on the ground and turned to leave. But just before he left, the guy turned around, landing one last powerful kick straight into Ross' ribs.

He couldn't move, and was barely able to breath with a nose broken and the wind knocked out of him. Through bloody gasps, Ross pointed his index finger towards the leaving Hydra soldier. "'m not done with..." His hand fell to the ground as the gases finally over powered him, causing him to black out.





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I'm putting this here because sometimes we forget to read the OOC. (It's ok, I do it too lol) These are just somethings to remember when posting with the plot ordeal with Hydra. Those of you who knew this was coming, this is more of a refresher. Everyone else, I just wanted to tack this here just in case :)

x The only characters getting kidnapped/taken by Hydra are one's where I've discussed it with the writer. If you really want one of your characters snatched up, PM me and we can talk about it. But know that Hydra isn't interested in any humans, and want people with specifically unique and strong abilities. Which is why I've chosen who I have so far.

x Anyone who doesn't have a toxin immunity will be knocked unconscious by the gas and it works fastest on humans.

xSadly, we can't save any of the people getting taken. But feel free to have your characters try. You can have them kick ass, scream, cry and whatever else you like :) The world is your oyster!

x Lastly, once everyone is kidnapped, there will be a minor time jump until the next morning when everyone who was knocked out is waking up, etc. But no need to worry about that, because I'll initiate it. So, feel free to have your characters get injured, knocked out, beaten up... Or chase the Hydra assholes away like a maniac. All is possible :D

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Everything was perfect for a moment. But just as suddenly as it had came... It was gone. Frankie stopped suddenly causing Nathaniel to become worried. Something was setting off her spidey sense. Nathaniel went to shield an arm over her so they could quickly make it off the dance floor but it was too late. The explosion had already hit and even managed to knock Nathaniel completely off his feet.

He was sent through the air and hit hard against the wall leaving a large indentation behind him. The whiplash left him disoriented for a moment with his ears ringing. Hydra soldiers were piling in and he couldn't see Frankie anywhere. What was going? There was a smoke in the air but it wouldn't affect Nathaniel. He slowly brought himself up watching one by one as the UN officials fell to the ground. Two soldiers approached him as he was still trying to calm the ringing going on in his head. He couldn't hear what was said but he saw one lunge at him with a needle.

A change quickly happened within Nathaniel as he reacted. His heart rate began to increase slightly as everything in the room finally calmed around him and he could take in what was happening. With one swift motion, he snapped the wrist of the man causing him to drop the needle in hand that with no doubt was a tranquilizer laced with Venom. Hydra did their homework.

He brought his free hand back and smacked the other soldier back hard against the wall. He grabbed the one in front of him by the neck and lifted him with ease into the air with one hand. "Where is she?" He demanded as the soldier began to gasp for air and grab at Nathaniel's hand. "I don't know who you're talking about." Nathaniel pressed harder and the soldier actually had the audacity to laugh. "You'll never get to her in time." He continued pressing harder hoping to get something out of him but the man continued to laugh.

Nathaniel could faintly hear a cry as he searched around the room hoping to find her somewhere. Anywhere. That was when the cry became loud and fully took his attention. "NATE!" His eyes locked across the room as he saw Frankie being dragged away drugged by two soldiers. She was barely hanging on as she tried to fight them. That was when something in Nathaniel snapped... Literally. Everything in the room fell silent until all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat growing faster and faster. Beads of sweat began to form around his body as his veins began to protrude with a translucent green color flowing through them.

He dropped the lifeless body of the Hydra soldier and took a step towards Frankie when the other one from earlier was suddenly awake. He lunged at him with the needle but Nathaniel was much faster than before. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him up against the wall again but kept kitting him over and over again letting blood paint the walls and the soldier fell dead to the ground.

Nathaniel finally hit feral and nothing was going to snap him out of it as he made his way through the ball room killing every soldier he encountered. A neck snap here. A head smash there. Everywhere a dead Hydra soldier that tried to stop him. He was gone. All he could hear was his heart and all he could see were the two soldiers and Frankie. It didn't matter to him who stood in his way. Anyone who tried to stop him was going to end up dead.

Another soldier made a move at him and tried to shoot Nathaniel down. Looks like not all of Hydra did their homework on the Bane family. He grabbed him by the head and took two large thumbs as he gouged out the mans eyes. He let him cry out in wails of pain before dropping him to the ground. It wasn't much more bloodshed until he was finally closing in on Frankie and the two soldiers.

"Circle him now!" One of them cried out as a group of them surrounded him. One of the soldiers through down a smoke bomb as it covered the group of them inside. Nathaniel began to cough as he covered his arm realizing it was laced with venom. Though the moment didn't last long when for a brief he caught Frankie's eye. Gun shots began to go off within the smoke but Nathaniel moved at nearly superhuman levels this time as he began to rip off limbs and smash heads together. One tried to escape but Nathaniel stopped him by stepping on his back and grabbing both arms behind him and pulling until he heard a snap. Now all that was left was the soldiers that held Frankie. He could practically taste their panic as he smirked and began to walk towards them.



Frankie fought so hard trying to keep her head up, trying to get herself free from the soldiers but to no avail. Her eyes widened when she saw Nathaniel coming towards her, fighting through the hoard. Then they started to circle him, and threw a smoke grenade his direction. "No!" she cried out, tugging against their hold. "Don't hurt him!" For a moment their gaze met before they began opening fire on him. "Nate!" she cried out, trying to find him through the cloud of fog.

Cries of terror and pain echoed throughout the hall as limbs came flying out of the cloud of smoke. When it finally settled, Nathaniel was the only one left standing. As he started to approach them, the Hydra soldiers made one last desperate attempt. The one to the right of Frankie, kicked her in the back of her leg, sending her to her knees. Before Nate could get any closer, he pulled out a pistol and pressed it to the blonde's head.

The soldier to Frankie's left grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back with a sick grin. Frankie's gaze was locked on Nathaniel. For the first time in forever, she was terrified. Scared for his life, for her own life... And what would happened to her if Hydra took her away.

"Bane! Take one more step and I'll paint the walls in her blood."

Nathaniel froze in place. He finally snapped himself into reality the second his eyes locked onto the gun. His breath began to steady and his heart stopped pounding through his ears as he took everything in around him. The bloodshed that surrounded him, the man's grip around Frankie's hair, and the look of pure terror in her eyes. For the first time in forever, Nathaniel felt utterly helpless. He sank down onto his knees in defeat as a soldier injected a needle into his neck to finally sedate him.

He couldn't save her. Tears steadily rolled down his cheek as he looked at her. "I will find you, Francita. I promise." Another soldier laid a fist across his face to knock him down completely as they dragged Frankie away from him. He was going to find her after this. No matter what it would take.

A tear ran down Frankie's cheek as she closed her eyes. The Hydra soldier, amused with himself, brought the butt of his pistol down on her head. Frankie's head fell forward, unconscious. Before Nathaniel could do anything else, one of the men picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

Two soldiers stayed behind. They continued to wail on him as payment for what he did to their brethren. It continued on until Nathaniel was finally left helpless and unconscious on the floor.

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As they continued to dance, the tension between the pair hung thick in the air; Cas' eyes were solely on Wren now, as he waited for a response. "Oh really?" Her mouth curls up into a smirk and Cas cannot help but let his eyes fall to her lips. "And what was it you were expecting?" Now that he thought about it, what was he expecting from the daughter of Wade Wilson? Certainly not someone as beautiful as Wren that's for sure, but her personality wasn't too dissimilar from what he would have pictured. Adjusting his grip on the hand that held hers, he finally responds, "I suppose I wasn't entirely sure." True enough, it may not have been the answer that Wren was looking for, but it was all he could think of to say in the moment, so captivated with the woman in his arms that his brain was almost too focused on her to think of witty responses.

However, when he lets slip a question that has bugged him all of his life, Cas comes back to reality, almost tense as he awaited her reply. It was true that Cas sometimes felt less like a human and more like a monster when others learnt of his parentage. Although Kilgrave was hardly known, at events such as this, almost everyone was aware - and therefore extremely wary of him. Almost to the point of being deathly afraid, which was why he felt compelled to ask Wren. Despite knowing full well that she was perhaps more powerful that him, in different ways, meaning that maybe it was he who should be scared of her.

They danced in silence for a moment whilst Wren pondered his question, his eyes only leaving hers once to glance around the room, everyone seemed to be in good spirits and it seemed as though many of the descendants were up and dancing now. "No," She finally said, and Cas couldn't help the genuine smile that formed on his face, perhaps Wren was the one person in this place who could understand, just because he is his father's son does not mean he has to become a villain. "Do I scare you?" For some reason, Cas wasn't expecting her to ask him in return. The obvious answer would be no, since he didn't feel frightened with his arms wrapped around her, dancing in such close proximity but then, he thought about if he were the villain his father was - he wouldn't really stand a chance against Wren if she could find a way to bind his mouth shut.

Cas is about to respond before she pulls him into a tighter embrace, her lips at his ear. He had only a second to enjoy this though, before she whispers "Something's not right," and Cas immediately becomes tense. Keeping them moving in their dance, Cas scans the crowd, suddenly feeling the sense of calm before the storm. Wren was right, something was up. But what? Everyone looked fairly happy, even the U.N. officials had turned their gazes to other things instead of being glued on him and Wren.

As the song ended Cas releases his grip on Wren a little, looking back at her, about to say that they should warn the others before she cuts in. "We need to—"

BOOM


The pair are sent flying backwards and Cas realises that Wren has wrapped herself around his back to take the brunt of the crash. "Ah!" Wren exhales and Cas turns around to look at her, visible worry on his face, "Are you ok? Were you hurt?" Cas almost laughs, she was asking him if he were ok? She'd been the one to take almost the entire force of the explosion for them. However, knowing that now was certainly not the time, Cas only nods. Moving off of her, "Wren-" Cas begins, wanting to make sure she was fine, of course she was nearly invincible, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel pain and the force of not just the explosion, but Cas' body weight, would be enough to shatter her ribs. Before he can continue with his sentence, the sound of a helicraft lowering itself just in-front of the new opening caused by the explosion, drowns out all other sound.

Suddenly they are surrounded by smoke and Cas hears Wren curse loudly, shoving a piece of fabric from her dress over his mouth and nose. Cas holds it in place as he attempts to see through the thick fog, hearing someone yell "There!" in Wren's direction. Were they trying to take her? Is that what this was? Snapping into offensive mode, Cas vows that he would not let them run off with her. Pulling himself to his feet, Cas hears Wren say, "Stay hidden and try not to take deep breaths." Surely she couldn't expect him to do nothing? The toxins from the gas were slowly seeping through his makeshift mask, but so long as Cas was awake, he would not go down quietly. Turning to grab Wren's hand, Cas realises she's run off straight into the onslaught of soldiers filing into the gala.

Taking short, shallow breaths, Cas heads in the direction that Wren ran off in, urgently needing to find her. However, all Cas is met with is a solider, his gun pointed directly at Cas' head. "Freeze," Cas yells through the cloth, however the words are muffled by Wren's dress fabric and are barely audible to the solider who laughs in Cas' face. "Get on your fucking knees." He yells and Cas complies, attempting to think up another solution.

When nothing comes to mind, Cas thinks fuck it and drops the cloth, yelling "Freeze." once more, this time, the man becomes rigid, unable to move yet still alive. Jumping up, Cas runs over and takes his gun, and shooting him in both legs. The man falls to the floor in agony. Kicking his wounds purely in spite, Cas keeps moving past the soldier, attempting to be as quiet as he can and using the fog to his advantage.

Catching sight of red hair, Cas runs toward Wren, the gas hitting him suddenly and all at once. He slows, "Wren!" He shouts again, shooting at soldiers that were approaching her. They were trying to take her. Before he can get to Wren, Cas is shot at by two more soldiers. Feeling a bullet rip through the flesh on his arm, Cas just about manages to keep from yelling out in pain, stifling it with a grimace. "Bad idea," He whispers before raising his voice, "Jump." Is all Cas says, motioning to the hole the explosion had made. The soldiers pause complete for a moment, staring at Cas, "I said jump!" He repeats and sure enough, the men follow his command, walking over to the explosion sight, clear terror in their eyes. Then suddenly, they are falling. Down, down, splat. The soldier's are mere ants by the time they are fallen several stories to their death.

"What the fuck," Another soldier shouts, looking around at his comrades, "I think that's Kilgrave's son." Hearing them mention his father, Cas rounds on the new set of soldiers, his gaze steely despite the haziness of his brain, barely able to keep himself awake at this point. "What is he doing here?" Another yells aiming his gun toward Cas, clearly they hadn't been alerted to the new arrival at the academy. Good, Cas did love a surprise. "You," He begins, extending a finger to the closest soldier, "Shoot them all." Before the others can react they're laying dead on the ground, having been killed by a fellow soldier. "Now shoot yourself in the head." He does and Cas grits his teeth, his mind may be drifting into unconsciousness but all he could think about was Wren still. Frantically looking around for her, he sees Wren standing, injured but alive, nearby him. Reaching out a hand to grab her shoulder, Cas is centimetres from the woman when she is impaled, her whole body begin flung back. "You fucking bastards." Cas' words slur as he calls out at the soldiers, his head feeling heavy on his shoulders. "What do we do with him?" A voice asks, unable to place who it was or the distance they were from him, Cas falls down on one knee.

"Take him." Someone else says.

"But he wasn't-" The first voice is cut off, "I said fucking take him, they'll want the son of Kilgrave."

Barely conscious at this point, Cas feels himself being lifted up by multiple hands and he thrashes around. "You-" He begins but then the cloth that he had discarded earlier is shoved into his mouth. Gagging on the material, Cas yells through it but nothing that he says is audible to the soldiers. He can't use his abilities on them with part of Wren's dress in the way.

As Cas is lifted into the helicraft, his eyes slowly open and when he turns his head to the side, all Cas sees is Wren slumped in a corner, her neck visibly broken. Eyes widening, Cas' whole body becomes tense. No. She wasn't dead, but Wren was completely incapacitated. Clenching his fits Cas gets up, to the surprise of the remaining soldiers. Throwing a punch at one, he manages to land a hit directly on his jaw before he's piled on by the rest. Feeling his hands being bound behind his back, someone hits him hard in the head with the butt of a gun and Cas is knocked out entirely. Pushed back, next to Wren, inside the helicraft. Blood seeping from the wound in his arm.

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Ulrich was one of the last she expected to sit with her, but she had been so deep in thought it became particularly startling, making her jolt upright when she heard his voice speak. “You look stressed,” he had said.

Astrid blew out her lips looking dejected. “Thank you for your candor.”

“What about?” he asked next, looking genuinely curious, almost as if he did care or adopt the human emotion exceptionally well. She went to explain the circumstances carefully but was cut off. "Shouldn't you talk to the spy?"

Her eyes widened and she nudged an elbow into him. “Ssh, Ulirch,” she scolded gently, looking around self-consciously. Any U.N official or one of her peers overhearing Wynne referred to as a spy, and things could get quickly political and ugly. Besides, Astrid didn't want that chore or responsibility of investigating the "temporary student". Too many expectations. Too many topics to tread carefully around.

She glanced into his innocent blue eyes and Astrid felt guilty for being so dismissive. She sometimes forgot Earth wasn't even Ulrich's custom. “The U.N aren't the enemy, but they are looking for the weak spots in our armor to take over. Implanting Miss Worthington shows they're searching harder and they don't trust us. To me at least anyway.” She crossed her arms, resting them on her lap. “We don't send temporary officials to check what they do.” Then her mind seemed to light up. Astrid turned her body to Ulrich. “Can you hear them?”Astrid's brows rose expectantly, hinting that it was a request rather than genuinely asking. Of course the man could hear them if he only attuned to them. She watched Ulrich intently, waiting for the report.

Rather than much of Ulrich's words, she was met with a boom and force throwing her off her seat and to the floor, and she instinctively covered her head. Startled screams and panic seemed to surround her, until something worse entered the scene. A chopper was in place of the gaping hole in the wall and the party threw gas bombs into the ballroom. Astrid's eyes lit up with fear and she furiously tore off her heels and ran to meet the men in masks that orchestrated the assault. She charged one man by surprise, but it seemed the rest were alerted to any more surprise attacks.

While she was able to get a few down, noticing their hydra patches on their uniform along the way taking out their legs or ankles or pushing a helmet head aside, one good stun punch had her reeling back then they jabbed her in the ribs feeling like a mini hammer instead of a fist. Astrid fell to a knee and coughed. “Well, well, if it isn't the Captains daughter, I got something special for you.” He showed his knuckle dusters. He pulled back for another punch and Astrid caught his wrist. Her arm trembled trying to keep his force at bay even when she felt weaker by the second, the gas taking effect on her body. He punched her with his free hand making her fall back. He stood over her with a pistol aimed at her head. But his features started to smudge like a fresh painting. Astrid opened her palms in surrender. The blur above her fixed his aim and shot her in the shoulder. Astrid's body jerked and she pressed her hand to cradle her wound and the pain. The same damn shoulder as the simulation. One shadow figure tugged the other away. “Why…?” she muttered, watching others struggle in vain as they were pulled towards the helicopter. They were abducting her peers. Astrid ordered her body to chase after them but it was a dominant haze over her body and mind that won.


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They slow danced, Lilith taking to mind that Bruce Wayne was a millionaire and bachelor and she was probably making women envious. If Bruce wasn't some deranged version of a fairy god-father figure, Lilith might have up-played it, dancing closer, gazing into his eyes and laughing musically. But no. Instead she danced for her own content and allowed Bruce to lead.

“Not to spoil your mood but I think this shows you trust me. Every beat, you're not fighting me, but following my guidance.”

She didn't confirm nor deny it. She only grinned looking elsewhere. Lilith was thankful he was kind enough to give her the whole song rather than abandon her on the dance floor like she had assumed, to which she'd have to do an awkward shuffle past the other couples to the side of the room again. Lilith curtsied and Bruce nodded.

The burst of the explosion sent her flying, although she was cushioned by something - more likely someone's chest, but it still left her feeling disorientated. That's why when she tried to get up she stumbled a few steps and grabbed her head, being courteous enough to mutter an apology and thanks. “Sorry, thank you.”

A helicopter buzzed in placed of the explosion and once some gas bombs were deployed, men from the aircraft swarmed. Whatever the mixture was, it was unique. There was commotion all around Lilith, all too loud and frantic for her to make up, until someone made a beeline for her. She narrowed her eyes and tore off his mask, then threw her knee into his groin. “Have some of mine.” Lilith clamped a hand over his airways, the effects of her toxins taking their toll on his body immediately. Another seized her arm and luckily, between Wren and Astrid, Lilith learned a reversal or two, managing to flip him over and punch him in the windpipe. Lilith spotted a shard of glass. Fancy his bad luck. Lilith grabbed it and shoved it in the side of his neck. Among the chaos, her inner queen saw a chance to make an example of being disrespected. Lilith sought out the U.N man that doubted Gotham, and doubted her, dodging bodies that would either eject from the gas cloud or were already down.

Another firm grip caught her followed by a pinch and sting in her arm. “Ow!” she growled, turning to see a man hold an empty syringe. “Really?”

“That’s Poison's daughter, idiot! You can't sedate her. At least you found her though. Put your hands up, Ivy!”
Lilith kicked the universe's idiot shin and pushed her hands out, shooting a thick vine out that crushed a line of soldiers.

Suddenly she was being slammed to a wall too, the impact making her cry out in pain. A muscular arm was at her neck that she tried to push off in vain. Lilith tried to reach for his mask instead but was slammed against the wall again. She gasped, his arm pressing firmer against her windpipe. “Real tough guy,” she croaked. Why the hell did she get the Ulrich and Nathaniel of their group?

“Shut up! You better be worth the grief you caused for my men. We didn't expect much of a fight from you.”

By that time, she couldn't spare some smart retort, her body focused on breathing.Lilith felt herself getting weaker against the might of such a man as her air supply was getting crushed. She knew she wasn't going to be victorious. She knew her body was going to turn limp any second and they'd carry her off.

And that's what happened. Her body turned limp. The soldier heaved her over his shoulder and carried her to the helicraft. Her last attempt of safety was a hand reaching out for anyone and no one at the same time before there was only darkness.



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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones
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ImageWhatever Ross was doing, it definitely wasn't the waltz. But Petra followed his lead, sensing his confidence, and she had to admit dancing was a lot more fun when she didn't have to remember to watch her steps.

"Aye may have just gotten 'ere like five minutes 'go. But, it's significantly improved since aye arrived," he said in response to her question. She would have answered in kind, except he dipped her suddenly, and she had to focus on keeping her mouth shut to avoid revealing her surprise.

The music gradually slowed, and so did the dance, the two of them moving easily in tandem. "How's all de...?" Ross began. Petra tilted her chin up, requesting more context, which came in the form of him wiggling his fingers by his temples. "'m sure it's not easy wit all these people here." She shook her head and smiled, grateful that he'd remembered. "I'm getting better at blocking it all out, but you know thoughts - they just keep coming."

"If ye get tired of holdin' up yer barriers... Ye can always focus on my mind. Not much is goin' on up there, ya know... Besides you." His smile was so sweet and so genuine that she couldn't help smiling back, surprised at the offer. What an oddly adorable offer to make.

The blush working its way up his neck didn't escape her notice, nor did his sudden averted gaze. "Aye'm glad you brought Tobias. Mycroft was a total arse earlier."

"Oh. Uh, yeah." She decided to run with the change in topic - if Ross had felt so negatively about his remark earlier she wouldn't pursue it. "I'm glad he decided to come. This school - this administration," Petra amended, shaking her head - it wasn't everyone's fault - "has not been kind to him. It's not his fault. We're descended from the same man, except he's closer. And look how much of a difference that one generation has made."

The song ended far too soon, and their feet slowed to a stop on the floor. Looking up into Ross's face, Petra felt bad about letting the offer slide earlier. If he'd asked, the least she could do was respond, and pretending that he hadn't said anything would be incredibly rude of her. Of course she'd love to focus on him. Petra, no - He was all she wanted to focus on, just to forget everything else going on around her.

BOOM.

The force of the blast struck Petra before she'd even had time to register what had happened. It was as though her senses of the world around her had suddenly been reduced to a few snapshots: flying debris, Ross with his arms stretched out towards her, the room moving away suddenly. No, that was an illusion - it was Petra who was being thrown backwards. Fortunately (or unfortunately) there was nothing in her way, and she went straight into the wall, unable to catch herself midair or even attempt to cushion the fall with her magic.

The blow caused her to black out for a minute, losing all sense of what was happening around her while her brain attempted to sort itself out. When she came to, it was to Ross talking frantically. It took a moment longer for her hearing to return, but she could understand well enough what he was trying to say. "I'm fine. What happened?" With some help from Ross, she managed to sit up, though she felt like screaming at the pain that throbbed suddenly through her back and head.

When she was properly upright, she looked around. It was chaos, debris lying everywhere, tables lying overturned, people prone on the floor. What scared her the most, though, was that despite her mental barriers dropping the moment she'd been knocked unconscious, everything was a lot quieter than it originally was.

Then the helicraft appeared outside the hole in the wall and it got worse. Smoke grenades were thrown in and Ross leapt into action, tearing his blazer up so they could both have something cover their faces with. Thinking quickly, she tried to manipulate the air particles around them so that the gas would take longer to reach them. She couldn't hold it off forever but she could try to buy a little more time. While Ross found himself a makeshift weapon, she knelt behind the table, trying her best to manage the gas swirling around so her classmates would have a better fighting chance - but it wasn't enough. She couldn't keep the gas away, manipulate their luck, and attack the soldiers all at once, and the shock of her injuries had weakened her.

But she did what she could. Still pressing Ross's torn blazer to her face, she used her free hand to target whoever she could, firing blasts strong enough to knock them over. Watching her classmates get hurt, yet being unable to help them all, she cursed her own powerlessness, wishing that she could do more.

When she turned back, Ross was already gone, caught in combat with another soldier. She had no time to react as he tossed his compact at her, knowing too late what was happening. "Ross McCulloch, don't you dare -"

The sensation was no less strange as it had been the first time. Everything shrank away from Petra in an instant, and before she knew it she was staring at a glass shard, out at the fighting, while she was trapped inside.

"No!" Desperate, she banged her palms against the glass, which stayed solid. All around her were multiple shards reflecting different angles of the ballroom, all equally as unyielding. All another plane of the dimension she was trapped in.

Turning this way and that, Petra was treated to scenes of various people caught in battle - but one in particular caught her attention. She supposed it must have been through the visor of one of the soldier's helmets. It showed Ross being punched, again and again and again, laughing even as blood spurted from his broken nose. "Ross, no," she cried brokenly, her fists beating uselessly against the glass. When the soldier's point of view lifted, showing her the rest of the room, she tried to shove an energy blast through, hoping that it could at least pass through the dimensional barrier. No dice - nothing would go through without Ross's gun.

One final kick to Ross's prone form, and the scene before Petra swung around as the soldier headed back to the Hydra helicraft. Petra's knees wobbled and buckled under her, sending her to the floor in a heap. Face buried in her hands, suddenly despondent, she could only sob helplessly, surrounded by visions of pain and fear.


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ImageTo say that Solberg - excuse me, Sol - wasn't anything Riley had ever expected of a United Nations official was something of an understatement. The man was relaxed, genuine and, if Riley wasn't mistaken, flirting with him.

"So, you know, I had to come, but I thought it'd be incredibly boring - UN dinner functions almost always are, the absolute worst - but we did forget who's throwing this party. They might be more upstanding members of the community now, but Stark and Wayne did always know how to be good hosts. I'm a little jealous of the Worthington girl, really, I'd love to stay on here. Just standing around open-mouthed at everything you guys can do."

"Mr - uh, Sol," Riley tried to interrupt as nicely as he could, but his intentions were misunderstood. Sol only leaned in, and continued talking.

"There's no need to be modest, I know what your father used to call himself! Does self-deprecation run in the family? Carnie or not, you must have had some amount of talent to make it this far. Were you at Xavier's before? Oh, no, the Avengers trained you, that makes it all the more impressive..."

Something very wrong was going on. Riley didn't have Spidey sense like Frankie, but he did have very good intuition, and there was an abject sense of wrongness in the air. He got to his feet, not wanting to be caught off guard.

It was a surprise anyway. An explosion ripped through the room, sending Riley and Sol flying through the air. They were already fairly close to the wall, and Riley's back struck it hard, knocking the breath out of him. He lay stunned for a minute, barely able to think, ears ringing, little bolts of white shooting across his vision. He couldn't fully understand the situation, but before he really thought about it he was turning over and sitting up. Sol was lying a short distance away, pinned under a table. Distantly, Riley noted that it was the table they'd been sitting at just a minute ago, judging by the splash of red wine staining the tablecloth. No doubt from Sol's unfinished glass. Later it would be a moment he'd remember with startling clarity, but for now there was only one thing on his mind - to get Sol out, and then come back and help who he could. The students could probably handle themselves, but there was a whole party of humans that probably couldn't fight for nuts.

By the time Riley got to his feet and hurried over to the unconscious official, smoke was filling the room, obscuring his vision and clouding his lungs. He began coughing, trying to press his sleeve over his mouth and nose. No dice. As human as he was, he had better endurance, so, crouching behind the table Sol had so recently been pinned under, he ripped two swatches of fabric from the tablecloth and tied them around Sol's face first, then his own.

Cursing his lack of weapons, Riley peered out from behind the table, trying to figure out a plan of action. The Hydra soldiers didn't seem too interested in him, aiming for a select few students. Riley's heart sank, knowing he couldn't help save them. But there was something else he could do.

Debris littered the floor around them. Lots of cement, some cloth of various origins - but more importantly, glass. And Riley didn't need a bow and arrow to be a sharp shot. He picked up a few good-sized shards of glass, stashing them in his blazer pocket. No point drawing attention right now. Already Sol was beginning to cough and choke behind him - a good sign that he was coming to, but also serving to draw the toxic gas further into his lungs.

Riley hefted Sol upright, managing most of his weight. The man was coming to, his grip around Riley's shoulders tightening. "Hey, if you can hear me... I'm getting you out of here. Hang on for a little longer." He tried to keep close to the wall, avoiding drawing attention as much as possible.

"Hey!" The shout stopped Riley dead - one of the soldiers had stepped directly into his path. Riley was tall, but this guy was taller, and decked out in riot gear with no visible weak points.

Thinking quickly, Riley lashed out, kicking his right leg out to clip the soldier's jaw. The soldier's head snapped backwards, and his helmet came loose, exposing some of his neck. With one arm around Sol, Riley gripped one of his glass shards between two fingers and snapped it towards the exposed sliver of flesh. His shot was true, embedding itself deep in the soldier's jugular, who stumbled backward with a strangled cry. No time to stick around and finish the job - Riley kicked him backward, smashing his heel into the soldier's now-exposed nose, and hurried on with Sol.

Almost out the ballroom... Through the chaos, he passed a familiar figure. "Andrew! Little bit of help, please," he gasped, gesturing at the official on his shoulder. "Just gotta get him outside, then we can come back for the others..."

He managed to make it to the exit, one foot out the door. Yet suddenly Sol's weight, the toxic gas, the aches from being flung against the wall, everything came crashing down on Riley. He was only so human. His legs went weak, the world wobbled, and everything was tilting as it faded into the darkness. Riley went crashing to the floor, unconscious.


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Image"Every day I feel like the new kid here. I do not believe I am the person to give you the answers you seek. Someone like you, a child of a hero would fit in much better than I do... And I've been here for years." He said it matter-of-factly, looking at her steadily. Wynne didn't attempt to explain himself, merely let him continue talking. "If you're not going to be here long, as you say... Then why worry yourself over it? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... The fact that you're being planted into the Academy by the U.N. doesn't make it all that likely for you to make friends." Hurtful, but true. No matter which mutant community she tried to make herself a part of, the identity of United Nations delegate would always hover over her, and she'd be branded a spy wherever she went. Among her own kind, a mole and a blood traitor - among the other kind, half of her own heritage, a freak and an outcast, only useful when they needed a cuckoo's egg. "But most likely, people will skirt around you like they do with me."

His tone was final, and so rooted in its surety that Wynne almost laughed. What an idea to have about her, Wynne Kinsley Worthington, the girl who was homeschooled by the best teachers money could buy until she was of university age because her parents feared her becoming a target for both her wings and her status; the girl whose father used to go on secret trips to some secluded forest with her to teach her how to fly because he didn't want anyone accusing him of developing another weapon, because her wings would atrophy and wither away if they weren't used; the girl who was repeatedly ostracised even in university, the insults and fear following her wherever she went, even from her own professors; the girl who'd, like her father before her, attempted to cut her own wings off, and when that didn't work began turning her blade to other parts; the girl who'd overcome all other odds to become one of, if not the youngest United Nations delegate in history. People will skirt around you didn't even begin to cover it.

Not that she'd ever tell him as much, though. That was her burden to bear by virtue of being Warren Worthington's blood, and she wasn't going to complain about the circumstances of her birth.

Then a blast shook the building. Instinctively, the way they'd always done when she was younger and lacked impulse control, her wings unfurled from their tightly tucked position to envelop her. They weren't as sturdy as her father's, but worked in a pinch to protect her face and head. Most of the debris that came her way struck her wings and bounced off, but some shards stuck fast, slicing and sticking where they landed. Wynne cried out in pain as blood spots marred the grey feathers, and lowered her wings gently, letting them drag on the floor beside her.

A sudden movement on her right drew her attention. Tobias Lehnsherr was on his knees, a path of metal pieces in front of him, and Wynne instinctively knew what he'd done. For her, a stranger and quite likely the enemy, from his point of view.

"Tobias," she called, only at that moment the whirring of a helicraft filled the room. It pulled up alongside the gigantic hole blasted in the wall, and smoke bombs were tossed in.

In a panic, Wynne backed away, her wings extending to their fullest. Her only goal was to avoid breathing in the gases, and so she did the only thing she could think to do in that instant.

Her wings began to beat a heavy rhythm. The force lifted her a couple of feet off the ground, and she tucked her arms close to her body to avoid hindering their movement. At their full length, her wings were a sight to behold, cutting through the air to fan the toxic gases away from herself. She didn't need to press cloth to her face like the other students, or gas masks like the soldiers. For a moment, buoyed by her adrenaline, she almost forgot the danger, suspended in midair, doing what she was supposed to do. What she was born to do.

"Don't hurt her!" Wynne spun around to find a line of soldiers advancing on her. One ordered, "That's Worthington's kid. She'll be worth something for sure." He laughed at his own bad joke, readying a syringe. "Although I'm not sure her wings are really any use, if she's busy folding them out of sight for the United Nations."

The first shot went wide as Wynne descended quickly to plant both feet back on the floor. The second shot tore through the wrist of her left wing. Blood spattered on the floor behind her and ran thickly through the feathers below, and for a moment Wynne's vision went white with pain. She lashed out, sweeping her uninjured wing across the line of soldiers, knocking them down like a row of pins, then expelled feathers from her wings like projectiles at the ones that were still standing, slashing indiscriminately.

She was close to the doors. If she could only...

It came from one of the soldiers still in the hall. A bullet pierced her side, lodging there. She screamed, falling against the wall. Almost there. Almost there. It kept repeating in her mind, as though by stepping foot out the door she could be home safe.

"Leave her! We've got what we came for. Let's go," the same soldier from earlier called behind her. Whoever it was that had targeted her backed off, heading back for the helicraft. Half-formulated prayers all she could think of as she struggled to leave, the toxic gases had still entered her system anyway. One hand still pressed to her bleeding torso, her knees finally gave way, and she slumped against the wall, legs folded underneath her, wings still dripping gore onto the floor.


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ImageAlec's hands were unexpectedly warm, almost scorching where one enveloped Jensen's hand, and one rested at the small of her back. "Yet... Here you are dancing with me having to stare at my face for a whole song, sugar," he returned without missing a beat, twirling her around. Jensen laughed, trying not to blush, and decided that she could be a little charitable for the night, given the occasion.

"Your mother trained you well," she agreed, trying to follow his lead closely so she didn't tread on his feet. It happened anyway, her foot landing squarely on top of his as she stepped the wrong way. "Sorry! I seem to be causing a lot of damage tonight." Her rueful grin made it clear that there was no ill intention, only her own uneasiness. "You know, I've been thinking -"

She was interrupted by an explosion. There was hardly any time to react, only to push Alec behind her and raise her arms to shield her head, digging her heels in to keep her ground. Bits of concrete and metal flew in her direction, scoring her forearms in crimson.

It was over as quickly as it had started, and when Jensen looked down she saw that her heels had gouged lines in the floor from her strength. Far more concerning, though, was the damage done to the wall - a hole had been blown through it, revealing the sky outside. She turned to Alec, panicked. "Are you okay? Can you -" This time, she stopped herself short, acutely aware of what was wrong. He doesn't have his hat.

As if on cue, as if she'd just asked the universe to give her something worse, a helicraft pulled up alongside the new exit to the ballroom, ejecting first smoke bombs and then soldiers in full riot gear. Jensen's heart stopped cold, and she glanced around, trying to assess the situation.

"Alec - Alec, listen to me, cover your nose and get out of here right now," she said clearly, pushing him in the direction of the doors. With all her abilities intact, she could perhaps buy a little time, even against that whole swarm of soldiers if she had to.

She took a step forward, and her foot finally landed wrong, the one action she'd been fearing all night. Her ankle twisted, the muscles protesting loudly as it sprained. Oh god, those stupid shoes. Without bothering with the straps, Jensen reached down and yanked them off, the ribbons breaking at the root.

Already she could feel the gases' effect taking place, seeping into her bloodstream and clouding her brain. Not so much that she still couldn't function, though. Taking a running start, she leapt onto a soldier's shoulders, twisting in midair so they both went crashing to the ground. Reaching down, she grabbed his head and snapped his neck cleanly.

Something zipped past her. She turned, distracted, and met Wren's eyes as she was pulled past, some kind of contraption around her...protruding through her body...

Then she saw where the line attached to her best friend ended. "Wren! No!" she cried, horrified, starting to sprint towards her. But it was too late - Wren landed inside the helicraft, and Jensen could only watch as her head was twisted the same way she'd just done to the soldier lying lifeless at her feet.

She had to get to Wren. That was the only way she could fix this all. She began cleaving a path through people and debris alike, launching herself at whatever target she could find. Years of training and practice went out the window as she kicked and punched wherever she could reach, which wasn't a very good strategy but worked, for the most part...

Until she miscalculated, and received a well-placed fist to her jaw for her troubles, a blow that sent her reeling backwards and snapped her lip into her teeth, warm blood spurting into her mouth almost immediately. She spat it aside, and prepared to retaliate, jabbing her elbow in the soldier's direction - but he was too fast. Weakened by the gases, the pain of her injuries (there was probably a cracked rib among that number), and the shock of seeing what had happened to Wren, Jensen was no match for her opponent, who was faster and had more defensive gear on his side. Her caught her elbow and pulled her forward (remembering how Alec had pulled her towards him just minutes ago) so she went sprawling, hitting the floor with her hands and elbows first. Before she could get back up he was on her, pressing his knees into the small of her back.

Something thin and unspeakably cold pierced the skin of her neck, and right before she passed out she registered someone slamming her head forward, breaking her nose in one go.

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Her elbow nudged him. “Ssh, Ulrich.” He was met with Astrid's warning look and he naively cocked his head. Ulrich doubted he misread the circumstances, the brief speech, rather announcement, Thaddeaus Ross and Wynne Worthington made sounded exactly like she was a spy entering the academy. Not even a good one because they openly announced it.

“The U.N aren't the enemy, but they are looking for the weak spots in our armor to take over. Implanting Miss Worthington shows they're searching harder and they don't trust us. To me at least anyway.” Ulrich doubted she was the only one that thought so. Astrid was too modest to admit that on behalf of others was all. Likewise, the U.N's want to take over and searching for the weak spots in their armors sounded pretty nemesis like. “We don't send temporary officials to check what they do.” He was aware, though he felt it must have been more of a gentle remark by Astrid towards the unfair circumstances. The academy already bowed to the U.N and that was as good as a battle lost in Ulrich's world.
"Just because they're not hostile, doesn't mean they're not a threat or the enemy," Ulrich voiced finally.
“Can you hear them?”
"Aren't heroes supposed...never mind." The last thing she needed to feel was bad or that her morals were twisted. For once it actually seemed she was making the right call.

Selective super hearing was harder to accomplish but definitely doable. With a nod he tuned the orchestra out and tried to pick up on conversation. He furrowed his brows gently, most of it being invaluable to Astrid and himself, and at the same time it was hard to focus on a single discussion. The floor was full of idle chatter leaving nothing for Ulrich to hone in on. Ulrich shook his head slowly then heard something foreign.
"Astri-"

BOOM!

Too late. The girl had skid along the floor and Ulrich fought the impact of the blast, flashing to his feet, fists clenched by his sides, but cringing. The sound of the explosion deafened him. Ulrich would have attempted to steady anybody that flew his way, but it was so sudden, most of them already met the ground or wall. The debris hardly settled when a loud chopping noise and buzz grew obnoxiously close, in place of the hole then smoke was thrown out of the vehicle, then people dressed in special gear took over the ballroom. Ulrich smirked slightly. An invasion.

He thought to suck in the gas, but it was an exceptional quantity and having the U.N's representatives out of the picture was for the better because things were getting ugly. Frankly, Ulrich didn't know what to do but spectate. Was it another training exercise because bravo.

"Kryptonian! I found the Kryptonian. Give me the meteori-" Ulrich flashed to him closing a hand around his throat then tossed him out of the hole where he came from, only he didn't make it back into the helicraft.
Apparently Ulrich was too late though, because fellow soldiers had gathered around by that time.
Ulrich grabbed one's collar levitating and lifting him off the ground to punch him back into it with a snap. His eyes blazed wickedly. "Anybody else?" They raised their guns and Ulrich let them take their shots. Let them be fearful first. They got a few shots off before Ulrich was there, snapping their arms, flinging their fragile bodies to the wall, on occasion tearing a hole through their armor, vest and chest. But then one bullet embedded into his back and he faltered. Ulrich tried to reach back for it but couldn't reach. It stung and burned and made him feel like he was suffocating all at once. Then three consecutive shots followed and Ulrich finally fell. The soldiers surrounded him and one round-housed him quickly.
Ulrich tried to contain it but blood started to form in his mouth and he spat it out, locking eyes with the individual that decided to exploit his mortality in such a state.
"I'll kill you," he whispered. At least, that's what he meant.

"Get the cuffs. Keep the bullets there. We don't want any surprises on the way back." They snapped some shackles on him and dragged him to the craft. Ulrich tried to stop the pull, but with a quick tug he was forced to follow suit. They shoved him into the chopper with the others, and Ulrich was barely able to keep his eyes open. From what he did see, the soldiers were above him. He must've fallen or been shoved to the floor. "Here, hold this for me," one added pulling out a glowing green rock and placed it on Ulrich's chest.


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Caitria didn't sense the explosion before it took place. But she was alert immediately when it started, beginning to perceive the world at super speed. Caitria whipped her head around, watching the explosion in slow motion with wide eyes. She willed herself to move faster, just to buy herself more time. Her dress wasn't ideal for running, and Caitria knew that. Luckily, she did indeed bring a change of clothes (although those weren't too convenient eithr, they were still better than a dress).

Caitria changed as quickly as possible without burning her clothes, fully aware of the explosion that was about to reach her. She was sure that she could outrun it, and maybe she could try to be a hero and save everybody else.

Suddenly, Caitria felt herself slowing down. Her eyes widened; this wasn't her doing. Caitria forced herself to run faster, managing to get the closest people to her - Thaleia Castle, a couple UN officials, and some of her peers she didn't bother to identify in the heat of the moment - before time ran out and she had to defend herself from the explosion.

Luckily, Caitria only sustained minimal damage. She recovered quickly, beginning to dash around the room to see who was in critical condition. However, as Caitria attempted to do so, she could practically feel the speed being sucked out of her body.

"What the fuck?" she muttered to herself. "It's impossible for someone to extract the Speed Force out of me... what the hell is happening?" Within a few seconds, she was reduced the running at the maximum speed of 30 miles per hour. Even that wouldn't last, though. Caitria felt large metal needles attach to her body as she slowed down drastically. She grunted, before stopping altogether and collapsing on the ground. She attempted to move; it wasn't like the needles were making it painful for her to do so, but it was as if nearly every bit of kinetic energy Caitria produced was being taken away from her.

"Ms. Allen," a snake-like voice interrupted Caitria's struggle. Her head snapped up to meet the steely dark eyes of a towering man with a mask over his face. "I've heard much about you. You speedsters always think you're untouchable - after all, you can just run away from your problems." The man leaned down, rudely flicking the blonde in the forehead. Caitria gave the man a smoldering glare, but felt herself getting dizzier as her surroundings grew blurrier. "But you see, all we have to do to you arrogant little creatures is take away your speed - and then you'll be utterly helpless."

Caitria attempted to curse in the man's face, but she felt her consciousness slowly slip away from her as the energy to do so left her. The last thing she saw before she blacked out were the glittering black eyes of the man who captured her.
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Andrew definitely wasn't expecting the explosion, but looking back, it wasn't such an unreasonable thing to happen at the gala.

The brunette man was blown to his feet, but managed to recover more quickly than some others due to his sonic resistance. He noticed the Hydra soldiers lurking around, targeting Wren Wilson and Caitria Allen. Andrew immediately transformed his limbs into weapons, but there was no avail. Andrew knew that all he would do it put the others in danger by attempting to save them; after all, Caitria was more of a solo fighter, doing best when there wasn't someone she had to coordinate with. As much as it pained him, Andrew knew they were best left on their own.

"Andrew!" said man whipped his head around at the call, spotting Riley dragging some UN official on his shoulder. "Little bit of help, please," Riley wheezed, motioning at the official on his shoulder. "Just gotta get him outside, then we can come back for the others..."

Andrew nodded rapidly, dashing to Riley's side to help lift the UN official. With the two of them carrying the weight, the process was certainly going much faster, but Riley only managed to just barely make it out of the door before he collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

"Riley!" Andrew yelled, dropping the UN official as gently as possible before running to Riley's side. He knelt down beside his friend, feeling around for his pulse. Good - Riley was still breathing, and his heart was still pumping blood. The toxin must have gotten to him faster than Andrew, the latter being a mutant.

However, at the end of the day, despite who Andrew's father was, he himself did not have toxin immunity. The brunette man slowly felt himself losing touch with his senses - black spots started to invade his vision, and he couldn't really feel where the ground was. The man fell, limp, as the battle continued around him.
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Yes, Thaleia was only human - completely unaltered. But she had trained herself to be on edge, always looking out for potential threats. And she definitely expected something bad to happen - the air seemed to grow colder, and the talking began to quiet down and cease, as if it was preparing for a devastating incident to occur.

Thaleia drew her weapon (as if she was going anywhere without one) just as the explosion took place. She grunted, the explosion slamming her into the wall. Thaleia lifted her arms to defend her body - better to have two broken arms than a broken spine, she figured.

Thaleia loaded her gun, aiming it at one of the invaders who had yet to notice her. However, she was interrupted when a flash of purplish-gray lighting zipped towards her. The next moment, Thaleia was outside, safe from danger.

"What the fuck?!" she snapped at the space where Caitria Allen once stood - if she were going to try and save people, she should probably save the people who really wanted to be saved in the first place.

Unfortunately, despite Allen's speed, Thaleia had still been exposed to the toxins in the air. She was only human, after all; she furrowed her brows, trying to stay conscious, but there was no avail as the brunette's grip on her gun loosened and her body crumpled to the ground.

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Zachary was sipping and enjoying his drink away with Mia. He couldn't be happier that he got to attend a wonderful occasion like this with his best friend, although as much as he would prefer if they do not have to be so tensed up like this. "Say, do you want to go somewhere to stir up some troubles after this? I mean, this whole gala is fun and all, but seriously, we can't enjoy it if we have to watch our backs all the time like this, huh?" Zachary offered.

Mia's gaze was pulled from the dancing figures as he said this, a grin forming at the corner of her lips. "Sounds like a plan." She replies with a wink, pondering on the best place to take him. They weren't exactly allowed out of the tower without permission to go drinking but Mia didn't really care, pissing off Mycroft was the last thing on her mind when she could have Zachary all to herself.

Mia is about to open her mouth and mention a little dive bar she knew not too far from the academy until a strange man, who dressed like an important political figure, approached the two of them with a drink in his hand.

"Well, good evening, I hope I am not interrupting anything." The man smiled and turned to Zachary, "I'm assuming you are Mr. Drake."

"Yes, that is my name." Zachary shook hands with the man as a sign of respect, "Nice to meet you, sir."

"And you, young lady, you are?" As the man now turns to face Mia, she cocks her eyebrow ever so slightly, her grip firm as she takes her turn in shaking hands with him.

"Mia." She retorts, eyeing him up, he was clearly sent over here to see what they were chatting about, not that the daughter of Luke Cage and son of Iceman would particularly be seen as a threat, but nevertheless, the U.N. were nosey. "Cage?" He questions and Mia nods in response. "The vigilante's daughter," She knew her father wouldn't like being called that, "You don't seem quite as tough."

With his hand still in hers, Mia tightens her grip until the man is visibly uncomfortable, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Looks can be deceiving." Is all she says before letting go, watching as the official cradles his hand in his arm.

"And you, sir? May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Zachary asked, smiling. He too knows all too well why this official was approaching them. He notices quite a few of them did the same to the other descendants. They weren't kidding with their intentions of checking up on them, after all. But this sort of thing is his job. Zachary can manage this and he is pretty sure Mia will as well.

"Kasper Carrigan." The man spoke of his name, which Zachary took note of. He's heard of this person somewhere before. Another big player, that he can be certain of. "You know, my daughter once said she is a big fan of your father. I too found that his contributions to both human and mutant community are quite admirable."

"I am privileged to hear such praises from you, as his son, Mr. Carrigan." Zachary said, "Though I must admit that I still have a lot to learn here before I can achieve something like him."

"But of course, that is the purpose which this Academy was founded in the first place. For the descendants to step into their predecessors' shoes." Kasper spoke with a slight leering tone. Zachary slightly twitched his eyebrow over how the official is driving this conversation, "But the question is, can you? Are you confident that you won't be overshadowed by those before you?"

Mia didn't like the way he spoke to Zachary, almost as if he was talking down to her friend. Stepping ever so slightly closer to Zachary, in a subconscious protective move, Mia is the one to answer Kasper's question. "Zach is one of the most intelligent men I know," She retorts, her voice curt, "He works incredibly hard and succeeds in all endeavours he puts his mind to." Pushing a strand of hair from her eyes, Mia continues, her gaze firmly planted on Kasper, "I don't suppose someone like you could understand the struggle it is to keep our abilities contained," Tilting her head to the side, a small smirk finds it's way onto her mouth, "And still Zach manages to make it look easy."

While both she and Zachary may have caused trouble together, Zachary was always the one who knew when to stop. Mia had never been so good at working a crowd or getting people onside, too blunt and fiery for most. Zachary was charming and knew how to act in situations such as this, whilst Mia let her emotions take control.

"Oh, my utmost apology if I offended you, Miss Cage. I was just merely voicing my uncertainty." Kasper smiled contentedly, as if Mia's reaction was exactly what he expected, "I'm afraid it is a sad fact that people will not look at how hard you work to judge you, they will only see you as how you are based on the results. I mean, if you are truly as almighty and capable like your predecessors, you would be out there, turning cities upside down like the Avengers to protect the world, instead of confining yourselves here, hmm?"

Before she reacted, Zachary held Mia's hand and smiled to her, winking to her with the implication, 'Let me take care of this.' He casually put both of his hands into his jacket's bags and stood confidently in front of the U.N. official, as his smile never fades. "You did have a point, Mr. Carrigan, is that no matter how hard you tried, the results in the end are still what matter the most. I myself admit that I only work hard is because what I aim for is the best outcomes possibly. But it is the experiences we earn during our way are what made us unique."

Zachary pauses a bit, before continuing, "You forgot one important point, is that those before us weren't just 'almighty' from the start. They also need time to stand where they are now. The same applies to you, I presume, or else you wouldn't be standing here. And that's why we are here, and why this Academy exists. We cannot tell how will we be in the future, so we cannot be certain our feats would be as glorious as our parents. But I can be sure of one thing, is that no matter what, none of us will be overshadowed by them, or even thinking of stepping into their shoes. I will not just be a copy of Robert Drake, nor Mia here will be a replica of Luke Cage."

He does admit that he has a tendency to give long rantings and arguments whenever someone tried to challenge him with words, but being a lecturer is his job. What else would you expect? Zachary is not going to lose to this official, no matter how long and tedious this conversation is going to take. After all, if he isn't going to literally freeze someone with his ice, he would be freezing them with his words.

Luckily, Kasper seems to admit that trying to talk down on and challenge the two of them into a debate isn't going to get him anywhere. "Well, it was interesting to have this conversation with promising talents like you two. I hope you will keep up that spirit." With that said, the official took his retreat.

Zachary raised his hand to do a high-five with Mia; she laughs at his goofiness as they did."Another victory for us then." He smiled, before the music changed and people are beginning to take their partners for a dance. Of course, Zachary isn't going to let this slip. He bowed to Mia in a gentleman's manner before extending his hand for her hand, "Well, Miss Cage. Do I have the privilege?"

Beaming, Mia takes his hand, following him into the dance floor. "I thought you'd never ask." She teases. Zachary grins as he holds her and places his arm around her waist for the waltz. Mia had never been particularly graceful nor elegant, so dancing was certainly not her forte, however Zachary definitely seemed to know what he was doing and so Mia was forced to let him take the lead, this time.

As they dance, Mia can't help but think about what a wonderful night it had turned into. Sure, she had been dreading coming here before, wanting to crawl into bed and sleep for a week, but drinking and dancing had quickly become the highlight of her day. The same for Zachary. Having to attend an event right after he had just disembarked from his long trip is the last thing he wanted to do. But in the end, this gala doesn't seem at all bad.

BOOM!

The sudden explosion from nearby put an abrupt end to their contentment, just as Mia opens her mouth to comment on Zachary's excellent dancing abilities and he is about to praise her for how lady-like she is tonight. They both find themselves being thrown backwards.

Mia's back hits the wall with a crack, the area she collided with crumbling slightly due to the sheer force she had hit it with. Falling down onto the floor, the pain in her back forces Mia to groan. However, she was more worried about Zachary, since Mia could take a hit like that a lot better than he. Looking around for him, Mia's view is quickly obstructed by a haze seeping into the gala. Was that gas?

Zachary's back was exposed right in front of the explosion, and so the debris from the wall rained down on him. And that was on top of him being sent flying as his abdomen landed right on the edge of the bar counter nearby. Excruciating pain was sent from his spines to all over his body. He coughs and winches as he struggles just to crawl. The impacts from earlier probably had broken at least a few of his ribs. Normally they would have caused no problems to him at all, because if he could enter his ice form, he could fix them up in less than a second.

But the gas emitted from the explosion is messing with his senses. His vision is getting blurred by the seconds and the numbness from both the gas and his injuries make him feel like staying conscious is hard enough, let alone creating a small cube of ice.

Glancing to the explosion sight, Mia plugs her ears as the deafening sound of a helicraft finding the new opening grows louder. Fuck. Covering her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her jacket, she crawls onto her knees before standing, her back still aching. Realising one of her heels had broken off, Mia removes the other, gripping the broken heel in her hand as a makeshift weapon.

Walking through the haze, Mia finally spots Zachary and rushes over to him, her eyes full of concern. "Zach," She gasps, crouching down next to him, "You need to cover your face." Mia easily rips a chunk of his suit trouser leg off, before shoving it over his mouth and nose. Neither of them would be able to stay awake through this gas, but at least this way they had more of a chance.

"I... knew it. There's... no way nothing would happen..." Zachary mumble,d but it was hard for him just to do so, "This gas will... knock us out... soon, we need to get out... of here..."

But before they could even gather themselves, they see them - the Hydra soldiers. They were coming for the descendants. Watching as her peers engage in combat with the sudden influx of bad guys, Mia jumps to her feet, her mind immediately switching into offensive mode.

There was no way Mia was about to let them take her friends without a fight. Turning back to Zachary, Mia knows that he is perfectly capable of holding his own, but cannot help wanting to protect him. Thinking on her feet, she wants to get him to shelter, but the Hydra soldiers are quickly closing in.

Two soldiers had spotted them and were heading directly for the pair. Cracking her knuckles, Mia grits her teeth. If they wanted a fight they were gonna get a goddamn fight.

"You," One yells, "On the floor."

Standing her ground Mia ignores them, stepping in front of Zachary as they continued to get closer, the rag still held firmly to her mouth. Zachary, too, is also ready to back her up. Although entering his ice form is unthinkable right now, he can still at least give an icy reception even if his consciousness is going to last for a few more minutes at most.

"On. The. Floor." They shout again, but still Mia does not move from her spot.

Visibly mad, one of the soldiers points his gun at Mia's chest, "Fine, it's your funeral."

He shoots three times, and Mia falls backwards. That was enough to have killed anyone and so he safely assumed that Mia would be dead. Stepping over her body, they move onto Zachary, cocky in their approach. But little did they take notice of the ice that is secretly forming near them.

"Your tur-" Before Zachary could act, the soldier is cut off as Mia throws an arm around his throat, choking him. Having dropped the piece of fabric from her face to free her other hand, she had played dead and then hit him from behind.

Bewildered for a moment, the other soldier does not know what to do, and begins shooting at her again. The bullets only ricocheting off of her impenetrable skin. "Ouch." She replies sarcastically, feeling the soldier in her arms slump down, unconscious.

Zachary almost chuckled at Mia's statement, before noticing more of them coming towards them. He struggled to sit up, but eventually succeeded as he leaned his back against a table near him for support. The gas is still causing haziness over his sight, but he managed to conjure large boulders of ice and launched them towards the approaching soldiers, taking them out. He can at least cover Mia for now and with any luck, they may make it out of here in one piece. As much as Zachary wanted to give these Hydra goons a hard beating, he accepted that he stand no chance in this state.

"Y'know," Mia continues, rounding on the other guy, a wicked grin on her face as the gas hits her head and she begins to feel almost delirious, "You're lucky my daddy taught me good morals," Mia narrows her eyes, "Or you'd be dead right now."

Turning around, the remaining soldier attempts to flee but Mia lunges after him, sloppier than usual but still able to grab hold of him. "Zach." She calls, realising she wasn't strong enough to take him out without her friend, just about able to force herself to stay conscious.

Able to free himself from her grip as Mia's mind drifts, the soldier spins around, head butting Mia and pushing her backwards. "You bitch." He growls, kicking her in the ribs. The last thing she remembers before completely losing consciousness in Zachary's face, then, nothing.

On Zachary's side, he too is about to reach his limit. But the Hydra soldiers have stopped coming towards his way and starting to retreat, after having beaten up his fellow descendants badly and abducted a number of them. Apparently they have accomplished what they came here for, and none of them were able to even put up a fight to them.

When Zachary heard Mia calling out his name, he turned his face towards to her direction, only to see that she was knocked out cold from inhaling the gas. This is absolutely the worst... was the last thing he thought before he too is succumbed to the same fate.

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