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Theodore Dillon

"An avenger isn't just the name of a team."

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a character in “The Descendants”, as played by Seveneleven

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"The line between hero and villain isn't so cut and dry, sometimes, the hero is the villain."

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N A M E
Theodore Johnathan Nichols/Dillon

N I C K N A M E S
Ted, Theo, Electro

P H Y S I C A L 0 A G E
27

G E N D E R
Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

S P E C I E S
Meta-human



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H E I G H T
6'0"

W E I G H T
190 lbs

H A I R 0 C O L O R
Black

E Y E 0 C O L O R
Dark Brown

A P P E A R A N C E
Taller than his father, Theodore does appear to stick out more than his old man, who was constantly disregarded. Even noted to be quite handsome and attractive. Tall, dark, and just the right amount of mysteriousness, most of it however is born out of a deep seated resentment towards society. Yet that will be touched upon later. He keeps his hair short and sports cut facial hair. His skin remains it's natural color, even when Ted uses his electrical powers.


M A R K I N G S
Ted has two tattoos, each coming down from both shoulders and crossing over both pectoral muscles. They are in the shape of a lightning bolt and glow a luminescent blue when his powers are activated.






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"I'm what you call a purist. Energy is pure and there is nothing more purer than revenge."

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Vengeful ✫ Serious ✫ Wrathful ✫ Unrelenting

Theodore is characterized by outrage mixed with a seemingly calm temperament. While Theodore does distance himself from society it was out of choice rather than out of ignorance, like his father. He doesn't see himself as victimized but rather a defender of those that were victimized. Except this mindset is specified, not generalized. He believes himself to be the tool of his father's vengeance. That he was unjustly antagonized and accused for his actions. That the hate was misplaced and instead should have been directed on those who were truly responsible. Oscorp, Society, and Spider-Man primarily.

When Theodore isn't focused on vengeance, he is pretty remote from the other students. He finds it difficult to trust others especially since his father's trust was betrayed by those around him. Ted doesn't wish to have those same weaknesses such as trust, admiration, and naivety. He is a man on a mission and nothing more. Although if one were to appeal to his better angels, one would find a man that could be respectful. He does have a sense of morality, even though it is misguided. He is proud, strong, and determined, quality traits to be sure, but his conviction makes him one dangerous foe to the Spider Family.



L I K E S
    Science Like my father, I've learned what I could about electrical engineering and then other sciences like genetics.
    His real father, Max Dillon I wish I could have met the man before he was so unceremoniously blown up.
    His powers I've altered myself to control electricity itself, it brings me all that much closer to my dad.
    Hot Wings My favorite food
    Technology Interesting topic for sure, sometimes I build electrical equipment but at other times I fuck with the system.
    Mints Did you know if you bite down on a mint, the chemicals within it actually create a spark?
    Personal Space Nothing better than peace and quiet.
D I S L I K E S
    Spider-Man This so called hero, is nothing more than a liar and a murderer.
    Oscorp I don't like big business to begin with, but these corporate assholes stole from my father and then tried to dispose of him.
    Society They're quick to blame people like my father but really, they should look in the mirror sometimes.
    Heroes These guys strive to fight against people like my father yet protect the very same people responsible of the crimes they accused him of? Hypocrites.
    H O B B I E S
      Designing I like to fiddle around with designs for electrical and digital systems.
      Experimenting I like to constantly test the boundaries of power.
      Construction I like to work with my hands.
H A B I T S
Obsessive They say I'm a bit too focused on things like revenge, but, others strive to right wrongs as do I.
- Loner I guess I am a loner, but how can I be apart of a society that drove my father to his death?
Tinkerer I guess I mess with too much electrical equipment sometimes.
Violent Sometimes I just want to fry something.
F E A R S
Failure If I cannot avenge my father...then their is no point in all of this.
Betrayal It's so hard to trust anyone these days.
Imprisonment/Containment I don't wish to end up as someone's lab rat in a cage, or worse.




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✫ Electric Manipulation - The ability to absorb, control, and generate electric fields
✫ Flight - via Electric Manipulation
✫ Superhuman Strength - Theodore can gain incredible strength once fully charged
✫ Superhuman Speed - Theodore can become as fast as lightning itself, once fully charged
✫ Magnetic Manipulation - via Electromagnetism
✫ Teleportation - He can disappear and reappear elsewhere

A B I L I T I E S
✫ Conductor - Able transport himself through conductive surfaces like cables and wires by becoming pure energy
✫ Enhanced Combatant - Energy-enhanced strikes for powerful unarmed combat
✫ Disabler - Can create EMP waves that knock out digital and electric systems
✫ Living Current - Can transform himself into pure energy
✫ Shielding - Energy Shields that deflects on coming projectiles
✫ Charger - Enhances Stamina and Healing when absorbing energy

W E A K N E S S E S
✫ Water - Especially vulnerable when fully charged
✫ Will - His powers do react to his willpower and if shaken, his powers suffer.
✫ Overcharged - In the event he absorbs too much power, he can lose control over his powers.
✫ Emotional - Can lose focus when certain buttons are pressed.


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Born as Theodore Johnathan Dillon, he was renamed Theodore Johnathan Nichols, The son of William Jordan Nichols and Cynthia Nichols. Theodore didn't learn of his true parentage until much later when he overheard it from a fight between William and his mother. William was criticizing Cynthia for being lazy and unemployed, especially during a time when their money was tight. Cynthia began to argue and then escalated into a fight where Will shouted how much he hated supported both him and her, especially since the brat was not his own. As he said.

Despite growing up in an moderately alright setting, Ted did feel that there was more to his life than just what he saw. He was intelligent and had a gift for Science and engineering. Whereas his father and mother had no aptitude for intellectual pursuits, his dad being a delivery man. Yet he was curious to learn more about his supposed real father. After a serious fight that left her with a black eye and in a drunken stupor, confessed to Ted, the name of his father. A man named Max Dillon. Finding disgust for his current father, Ted did everything he could to find out more about Max. What he found was both shocking and...surprisingly, depressing. What the world saw was a monster, the very monster he knew to be responsible for the attack on Time Square and for the massive black out. He never thought that the villain named, Electro was in fact his father, Max Dillon.

It would be normal for someone in his position to feel disgust over the fact that his father was a criminal. Yet, the man his mother talked about did not match the man they all saw on TV and the Internet. He was shy, lonely, a wallflower, a veritable ghost that no one saw or no one cared existed. Yet, it wasn't enough he had to learn more. He earned an internship at Oscorp in order to get closer to his father. While Oscorp was efficient in erasing their files of Max Dillon, he did learn from one of the employees where he lived. What he found their was an old and bitter woman who shouted obscenities about how Max ran away and left her alone. His apartment was covered in clippings about Spider-Man, it wasn't hard to figure out that Max was a huge fan. She told him about how her Max met his mother and how she promptly left him after she found out she was pregnant. This only enraged Theodore even more. His father, so poor and alone, no one understood him and no one cared about him.

Ted decided he would care and with enough snooping around did learn about the unfortunate accident that created Electro. All thanks to a mysterious man who was more than generous in helping Theodore learn about his father. He didn't know his name, didn't even know what he looked like, he was some man in a suit that kept to the shadows. Regardless, he offered him power, power to bring justice to the true victim of the Electro attacks, Max Dillon. Being of similar genetic structure, he was able to transform his body to where it can generate, absorb, and control electricity like his dad. Becoming the new Electro, Theodore began the long hard road to revenge.


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I've never lived in such luxury, but I could care less about that.

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In Theodore's words...
This is part of my apartment. Sheesh, which rich nut job decided to give penthouses to a group of young guys and chicks? Yeah definitely not a bad mix. Still, I guess I get a taste of the so-called "good life." So far this whole place is a joke but, in the end it will be worth it. I just need to bide my time and act like I enjoy my stay and enjoy being here.


H E X C O D E : # * * * * * * C R E A T O R : Seveneleven F A C E C L A I M : FC Charles Michael Davis

So begins...

Theodore Dillon's Story

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Theodore stared out the windows of his penthouse apartment looking at the skyline of the nearby city. Just another boring morning in the same boring building. Leave it to him to find no joy being inside a lavish, God knows how much money, high tech secret building filled with the sons and daughters of the world's foremost super heroes and villains or what have you. He didn't care about the lot to be honest. He trusts them about as far as he could throw them, and trust him, he wouldn't throw worth a damn. Perhaps that says more about him than them. Paranoia, xenophobia? Who knows? It's not like he does attempt to make friends anyway, why have friends when he does have enemies.

One in particular the Spider-Girl. Yes, he knows, she isn't the daughter of the Amazing Spider-Man, the man he blames most. But, anyone who dares to don that familiar web lined costume deserves to be punished all the same. The very sight of that insignia sparks only rage that anyone would continue that liar's legacy in any way shape or form. It's a tarnished name and no one can see that. Well, that's where he comes in, he will be the one to bring the truth to light. He looks around as he gathers his clothes for the day to begin another thrilling episode of education in this sitcom of an academy. He heard the sounds of static over the PA system suddenly and he merely groaned.

He's not quite sure how many times he told the custodians that, hey, they need better wiring in this room. His powers seem to fuck with the electrical systems in the room. His lights flicker off and on and sometimes appliances just die. Luckily he can charge them back to life, providing he doesn't overcharge them and they blow up. One good thing he does have to say about the academy is their adequate skill in teaching. He has learned some useful tips in understanding how to control his power, something his father never had. He does count that as a blessing, with each passing day he does become stronger. Eventually strong enough to make Spider-Man pay for all that he had done. Not only him but everyone else as well.

As Theodore left his room he headed for his regularly scheduled classroom. It was somewhere around floor L1 as he headed for the nearest elevator. Soon he arrived on the floor in question and walked around looking for that specifically numbered room to which he must be in attendance for. That was when he spotted by one of the higher ups in the faculty. It was the one he believed was called Alfred. He didn't expect to see him up here but it was rather fortunate, the class was changed on him recently and he could use some direction. He walked up to the old man and asked him with slip in hand, "Hello, um, am I heading in the right direction?" All the while not realizing just what was going on. He also noticed another one of the higher ups, Phil Coulson he believed. And near them was a bunch of weapons? "What's with the stuff?" He asked as he looked into the classroom.

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#1C1AAD | Outfit | "Wanna hear me sing?"

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Mathias moaned as Jarvis rang out throughout the entire apartment, Mathias had the apartment 'acousticised',so as the sound flowed smoothly throughout, sure he could use the sound system that covered the entire apartment anyway, but if the power was cut, the system wouldn't work and his powers might be difficult to use through walls. Anyway, on mornings, well afternoons, Mathias was particularly upset with his decision on the matter, swearing under his breath he pushed himself up and shouted at Jarvis.
"Please be quiet before I download a lot of porn, from a lot of illegal and virus ridden websites." Obviously the AI didn't listen, Coulson had higher authority and his word was law before Mathias' but still, he threatened the AI.
"Hey, what time is it?" Mathias heard from beside him, but he merely shrugged and muttered into his pillow.
"I don't know, just let me sleep." Mathias didn't even flinch as the guy made a rush to leave, swearing at himself for sleeping in. "Bye, it was nice meeting you." Mathias limply waved his hand over the edge of the bed, not caring if the Agent... or was it a Scientist? even responded.

Mathias went back to sleep, ignoring the threats made by the AI for anyone who missed the lecture today, he simply put his music system on and lulled himself back to sleep, for at least another 20 or so minutes, until JARVIS override his system and woke him. "Sir." Mathias moaned into his pillow again, but it was a succession of moans, short and outward, as if mocking a cry. "I believe you are required downstairs on L1." Mathias shook his head.
"I have been to every class, can I not at least skip one?" Mathias flipped over so he was looking at the ceiling of his room. "... At least I think I haven't missed one."
"No." JARVIS answered, swiftly met with a huff.
"Fine! Fine. I'm going." Mathias pushed himself up and made his way to the bathroom. "Water on." The shower began to run as Mathias stripped himself of his boxers and simply stepped into the glass case, which was starting to steam. Mathias quickly washed himself, he didn't particularly feel clean and so tried to at least thoroughly wash himself even though he was in a rush.

Once washed, he wrapped himself in a soft and heated towel before returning to his bedroom to pick out his outfit, not particularly caring he grabbed some sweats, a t-shirt and a hat, he was not worrying about his hair today. With his ensemble chosen, he grabbed his underwear and quickly hopped into them. Before heading downstairs, he made his way to his living area and made himself something to eat, some toast spread with nutella and a few chops of banana inbetween the slices. As he took a seat to eat his meal, the robotic voice of the AI rang out again.
"Sir, you are already 20 minutes late." Mathias looked up from his food at the speakers.
"Thanks for telling earlier." He took one last bite of the sandwich and made for the balcony, throwing himself over it was going be a lot quicker descent than taking the lift, colder, but quicker.

As Mathias started to pick up speed, he focused in on the sound around him, if he could hear it, he could feel it, if he could feel it he could manipulate it. Once focused in on the sound, he focused on the image of bird winds, outstretched from his back and making him fly, if he could dream it, he could form it. With the wings, now outstretched from his back, Mathias pulled himself up, gliding across the courtyard he swerved himself round and made for the door, coming in hotter than he meant and throwing himself off. As he got closer to the door, Mathias had to decide now, smash the glass and get in more trouble or cancel the sound and possibly hurt himself. He opted for the second option, less trouble, less damage. So his wings faded and he was thrown through the door, it was now or never, manoeuvre or break a limb. Tucking himself up, he let himself weigh down, and as he reached the ground readied to flip, preventing any harm or breakage to his legs. As his feet graced the ground, he rolled along it, but in his excitement having made the drop, he forgot to plant his feet and ended up just laid out on his back, in the lobby.
"Well, that could have gone worse." He reassured himself, before sitting up and looking around him, quite a few eyes were on him, he nodded at one of the staring eyes before picking himself up and running towards the classroom. Coming round the corner of the corridor he say Theodore standing at the door, in front of Alfred and Coulson, causing Mathias to swear under his breath. "Mr Pennyworth, Agent Coulson." He addressed them as he approached. "Hey ElectroChoc." He said, with a smirk, nicknames for everyone and anyone, mostly relating to something he read, played or watched, Theodore's came from a radio station in GTA IV, it played electro music. "Should I just go see Tony now or do you wanna give me a lecture first? I mean, I wouldn't know the drill, I've never missed a class." Mathias slyly added the last part in hopes, he'd be let off a little lighter but then again there was probably some class he'd forgotten about at some point.

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Within the confines of a mess of clothes and sheets in the comforts of his bed, turned and tossed Jack Quill. Just another outcome of a night of hard liquor and naughty play time. The current chick that roams about his room is in the midst of cooking breakfast after being stirred awake from Jarvis's message. Jack of course was known to be a heavy sleeper and naturally ignored the call to action. Yet, he did not ignore the turning of his stomach as the pleasant aroma of sausage, eggs, and cheese whiffed by his nose. Out from underneath the covers, rose Jack Quill as he looked over to the babe wearing one of his t-shirts, with nothing underneath it of course.

He couldn't help but smile as he lazily fell of the side of his bed. The sudden dropped helped to awaken the half-asleep Jack as he quickly shot up to his feet. "Whoa, what you got cookin' good lookin'?" Despite the cheesiness of that line, it perhaps was on par with that cheesy omelette being cooked on that skillet. "An omelette, that's what." She responded with a playful wink. "Sweet." Jack spoke as he sat upon a barstool. Suddenly, toast sprang from the toaster as she slathered it in butter and raspberry jam. "Ah toast too, man, ain't I lucky bastard?" He spoke as she handed him the cooked bread. "Oh, hey Jack, while you were asleep some voice come on or something. Um, I don't know what he means, but he said something about classes?" The woman spoke. "Yeah, that's Jarvis, pretty stiff even for an A.I., what did he say?" Jack asked as he took bites from his toast.

"We'll he said in 15 minutes you have to go to floor L1 I think, oh and here's your omellette. Anyway said go to floor L1 for some class...everyone had to be there." She continued. "Yeah, yeah." Jack flippantly responded. "He said it was mandatory and if anyone was late they would be punished...even Stark's and Wayne's kids would be punished. That was like twenty minutes ago... Hey, is there someone related to Stark or Wayne here? I bet there hot." The girl continued to go on about the hotness level of their dads and possibly their sons as Jack's face elongated into one of shock. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" He shouted. He then tipped over in his bar stool as he rushed to clothe himself. Soon loose clothing flew up in the air as Jack frantically searched for something wearable. He eventually found a white T, his leather jacket, pants, a belt and his boots. He was practically in the middle of dressing himself as he tried to rush out the door.

"Oh shit, my tunes, my gun!" He yelled as he grabbed his iPhone, headphones, and the Element Gun. "Gotta fly see ya babe!" He shouted as he ran out the door one foot in a boot the other in a sock. "Wait food!" He shouted as he stole his other piece of toast and ran out. With a boot, toast, gun, and phone in hand Jack looked like some juggling side show with the amount of finagling he was doing. As he placed his phone on his hip he accidentally activated the button that was used to initiate his jet boots. "Oh, shit." He said with his mouthful of toast. He found himself on the floor as he rocketed down the hallway. He breezed past some of the staff, one a woman with a skirt. He got a quick look as he breezed past her. "Nice." He mumbled as he hanged on to his stuff for dear life.

"Ah shit!" He yelled as he crashed into an opened elevator nearly taking everyone inside off their feet. He then shot up to his feet, the jets deactivated. "Hey there, good morning right?" He chuckled as he pressed the button to floor L1. "Anyone going up?" He chuckled as some exited. Soon he found himself on floor L1 as he shoved his right foot into his boot. On the way he holstered his gun and iPhone as he slipped his headphones on and began his tunes. As he finished off his toast he saw that one guy and the other guy are there with two of the head honchos around here, the Secret Agent Man and the Butler. He then walked up to the group with swagger as if his morning went as perfectly as he planned it to be. He then nonchalantly spoke, "Hey there. Please somebody tell me that I just missed the most stirring lecture you gave to all the Johnny Come-Latelys. I mean, damn, I really wanted that stern talking to." He joked as he waved his finger in the classical scolding fashion. "Oh well, I better go and do my thing." He spoke sing-songly.

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Phil and Alfred watched patiently and silently as the students left the classroom in their pairs. Some happy, while others leave in a rather large commotion. Phil couldn't help but chuckle at their overreactions. Once everyone had left the room, Alfred looks over at him raising a brow. "You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" Phil rolled his eyes as he organized the room back to it's normal set up. The desks getting quite disheveled form the hoard. "I do believe they've been giving us shit for quite long enough. It's their turn to be put in a less that satisfying situation... Only fair." Alfred chuckled, as he gathered the paper work that laid on the desk.

Alfred heard someone enter the room, turning around to see a young man standing before him holding out a slip of paper. "Hello, um, am I heading in the right direction?" He let out a soft chuckle as he took the paper, not caring to look at it before he tore it in half. "You're here... And you are late Mr. Dillon. At least a good..." He looked down at his watch. "15 minutes now." Phil had made his way over to them by the point Theodore asked his next question, "What's with the stuff?" Phil unbuttoned his cuffs and began to roll up his sleeves. "Its your classmates weapons and gear. Your's would be in here as well if you were on time."

It wasn't another 30 seconds before yet another student came rushing to the classroom. "Mr Pennyworth, Agent Coulson." Phil looked over at Alfred, "That's 2 Mr. Pennyworth." He looked back towards the new comer, "Mr. Gold... This is very unlike you to be late for class." Mathias then asked, "Should I just go see Tony now or do you wanna give me a lecture first? I mean, I wouldn't know the drill, I've never missed a class." Alfred chuckles, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets. "Scare tactic Mr. Gold. How else could we assure that a majority of you would come to class?" Phil patted Alfred's shoulder, "You won't be reporting to Mr. Wayne or Mr. Stark... Instead you get to spend the day... With us."

Then lastly Mr. Quill nonchalantly strolling his way up to them. "Hey there. Please somebody tell me that I just missed the most stirring lecture you gave to all the Johnny Come-Latelys. I mean, damn, I really wanted that stern talking to." Phil rolled his eyes slightly, "Some students actually find their education here more important than getting between a woman's thighs Mr. Quill." Then the smug young man added, "Oh well, I better go and do my thing." Phil reached out, taking the young man by the shoulder, guiding him closer to him. Then Phil draped his arm over his shoulders, "You get to spend the day with us." He lightly patted Quill's chest with his free hand. "I know you've always wanted to."

Alfred motioned for the tardy students to follow. "Alright, this way." Al lead the students down a hallway to a locked door that only opened with his finger print and retinal scan. Once the door was unlocked he held it open for everyone else to file through, closing it once everyone was in. The room wasn't particularly large, maybe 10 chairs. But at the front were over a dozen rather large monitors and on each screen was a live feed of the different arenas the other students were in. "Come in, take a seat." Phil made his way towards the front of the room. "This is what you all would have been doing if you were on time. And if you were on time I wouldn't of had to improvise on some of the pairings last minute... But moving on." He motioned towards the monitors. "You will be observing their training. Your lesson will be this... I want you all to tell me when you see someone do something wrong or something you would do in a different way. You're basically critiquing their approaches to completing the tasks... No need to raise your hands."

Phil went to go take a seat and before he gave the floor to the students he put up a finger. "Oh yes... And you all will be on KP duty for a month and get an automatic failure. Don't worry though.. Just means you can't go to the dance." Alfred then steps forward to add, "There may still be a slight possibility you can go if you talk to either one of us about additional chores you can do to... Speed up your punishment."

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Theodore wasn't exactly pleased but he wasn't exactly angry over their ruling. Sure, he was irked they punished him over their own faults. He hasn't the fine control over his power, especially during unconsciousness and that screws with the digital and electrical systems in his room. So he didn't hear about this alert that was supposedly given to everyone else. Not to mention he's brought it up before, but perhaps he brought it up to the wrong people. Maybe he should tell these two men about it. Of course he looked over to Mathias with glare over his assigned nickname. "My name is Theodore in case you forgot." He coldly spoke. He then looked as that joke, Quill made a fool of himself. If only more tolerable people were late like him.

He then moved forward where Alfred had motioned for them to head to. When he entered the room he noticed all of the monitors showing what looked like arenas and within them, the other students. Besides learning about doing KP Duty for a month, at least this alternative assignment will provide useful insight for Theodore. He would be particularly glued to the monitor that would showcase Anansi Morales and whatever her partner is. Maybe he can gain some valuable information about his sworn enemy when they will, in his mind, inevitably clash. Theodore nodded and did look a bit pleased to be doing this assignment. He then heard about their prohibition from attending the dance.

This didn't bother Theodore at all. He found attending a dance with nuisances and enemies was not his definition of entertainment. Especially not enough incentive for him to speed up his punishment. Kitchen duty is enough for him. He found his way to a seat and began to watch the others.

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Jack chuckled a bit nervously over Coulson's and Alfred's behavior. "Yeah, I'm speechless." He sarcastically remarked. Oh well, he was late. Like a big deal that was, it shouldn't be to anyone's surprise by now. He was then led to a room where his next assignment will be held. What they proposed was an interesting idea. Although he would rather be apart of the actual assignment, but Jack supposes this ain't so bad. He decided to take a seat as he looked at the monitors. "Now which arenas have the babes in it?" He questioned to himself as he scanned over the monitors. "Ooh, Wren!! Man, that fiery hair drives me wild!!!" He shouted aloud as he saw the monitor with Wren and Magni. He then turned his head to another one and saw the one with Aiden Drake and Nigma. "Mr. Know-it-All and one of the Twinsies? Boooooooring!" He sang aloud as he turned his attentions else where.

He saw the one with Ethan Drake and Olivia. "Ooh, Olivia, I really do like blondes and by the way we really do have more fun. Me more so since I'm into the dirty kind." He then chuckled over his innuendo. He then saw the monitor with Tommy and Matt. "Another sausage fest? Pass!" He spoke. He then saw the room with Stark and Astrid. "Hey look it's Astrid, she's a cutie." He then looked towards another monitor where two figures entered one being Elizabeth and the other Kain. "Ooh, thin Lizzy! Another hottie and she's got that femme fatale thing going on. It's no wonder Dad thought Gamora was hot!" He commentated. It was then he nearly missed what Philly mentioned-only nearly.

He looked at him with this look of fear as he shouted, "WAIT HOLD ON!? THERE'S A DANCE AND I CAN'T GO TO IT!!?" He then frantically stood up and nearly got down on his hands and knees and begged Phil about changing his mind when Al mentioned at the last minute, those extra chores that could save him. It was then he got down on his knees to Al instead. "Please Al-er I mean, Mr. Pennyworth! Please I gotta go to that dance! I'll do whatever you want me to do! Clean Mr. Wayne's billion cars? Done! Clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush? Done! Flip a sign on the street corner for the local pizza place? Done! Donate to charity!? DONE!!! Please, oh please, you gotta let me go man!! There's gonna be chicks at this thing man!!! You don't know what this is gonna do to me man!!! Imagine it, Jack Quill no show at the dance, alone in his apartment with a bowl of SpaghettiO's! It's a regular Greek tragedy!!!" Jack cried.

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Mathias gave Coulson a disappointed shrug, he didn't exactly want to explain to him about his late night shenanigans, nor would he like to give Alfred a heart attack, sure he's probably seen everything living under Wayne Manor, but somethings are best left unspoken. When Mathias was informed on the scare tactic, he nodded in approval.
"It worked, didn't even get to finish my toast..." He joked as he rubbed the back of his neck, hoping Coulson wouldn't hone in on him having had time for toast but not getting to class. Mathias then caught Theodore correcting him on his name and he rolled his eyes before looking at him with an expression of exhaustion and ever so slight amusement.
"Come on, ElectroChoc, you don't want to be the only one in the entire building without a nickname..." He then looked at the two higher ups in front of him. "Unless you want to be treated like staff, then I mean Mr Dillon it is." Mathias pretended to stand in attention to Theodore. "And I'm pretty sure ElectroChoc is a better nickname than Baby Star..." Mathias looked at Jack before following after the pair, using his sound constructs to lift himself along the corridor.

Mathias dropped himself when they entered the room, he was amazed by the arenas and slightly upset with having not been woken up sooner, he went to ask Coulson a few questions before Jack burst out in the dramatics.
"Has anyone every thought about augmenting his vocal cords? I mean, you know you can shut them off right... Of course you do, that's what you indeed to do in there, wasn't it?" Mathias nodded again. "Anyway, I'm sure you could survive the ridicule of missing one party... Hey you could even claim you don't like balls so that's why you didn't go to the dance." Mathias laughed with a shrug, before returning to the seats. Thankfully his mother held some leadership roles during her time as a Thunderbolt and an Avenger, so Mathias knew what to look out for, she did it every time she watched the news and some superhero catastrophe was broadcasting, sometimes she didn't even noticed she was doing it.

Mathias looked at 2 screens in particular, the desert room and the closing room."Hey look, Enzo's putting on a show." He pointed to the screen as the pair were stripping down. "So... I know his plan will hopefully get them out of the quicksand, but crossing the rest of the sand and not sinking whilst freeing the civilian needs to be thought of before they get out of there. He then looked at Astrid and Maximilian. "Jesus, I don't think anyone bar the Hulkling or Bane baby could really work this one... Unless, do the walls move with every step they make or does it just move the closer they get?" Mathias was just blurting out everything, observation was a lot more fun than they made it out to be and he was enjoying the time, he'd probably learn a lot more witnessing this than being involved in it.

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Phil paid no mind to whatever Jack was saying when rating all the different females on levels of attractiveness. Of course he shouldn't have really expected more from the man... He thinks with what's between his legs before anything else. Theodore was rather quiet which didn't bother Phil one bit. At least someone knew when to talk and when not to. Alfred couldn't help but chuckle as Mr. Quill basically groveled on his knees to be allowed to go to the dance. "Mr. Quill stop groveling or there will be no option to redeem yourself and go. I'm sure the female population of this school would be relieved that you wouldn't be gazing at them with inappropriate thoughts while they enjoyed themselves for an evening."

Then Mathias had his own comments, "Has anyone every thought about augmenting his vocal cords? I mean, you know you can shut them off right... Of course you do, that's what you indeed to do in there, wasn't it? Anyway, I'm sure you could survive the ridicule of missing one party... Hey you could even claim you don't like balls so that's why you didn't go to the dance." Phil chuckled, "Maybe I should talk to Tony about making something like that.... Punishment, you don't get the right to speak." He tilted his head, nodding. "I like it."

Alfred continued to try and calm down Jack or do whatever he could to tame the over-reactor. Phil moved to stand near Theodore and Mathias. Theodore continued to observe and remain silent but Mathias began observing the training exercises. "So... I know his plan will hopefully get them out of the quicksand, but crossing the rest of the sand and not sinking whilst freeing the civilian needs to be thought of before they get out of there. Jesus, I don't think anyone but the Hulkling or Bane baby could really work this one... Unless, do the walls move with every step they make or does it just move the closer they get?"

Phil grinned slightly towards Mathias while loosening his tie. "Well see that's the thing isn't it? Everyone has to find out how all these arenas work just by.... Trial and error. So I'm not going to answer your question because you all know what they know."

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Jack changed his tune real quick after the response from Alfred as he jumped to his feet. He then regained his composure as he laughed his earlier behavior off. "Yeah, sure, no problem, your the man with the plan, Al-I mean, Mr. Pennyworth. Eesh, Glad no ladies were around to see that mess. Am I right guys?" He laughed. "Well Mathie, while I do not like balls, I do however like...," He then looked over to see Phil's face, "Well I'll just stop it right there, yeah, sure." He nervously chuckled. "Anyway, I'll just, walk over here and, uh, sit, yeah. Right who do we got now?" Jack spoke as he turned to look at the monitors once more.

Theodore was then on the edge of his seat as he saw the next students enter an arena. It was Junior and Anansi. "Oh hey look, it's Anansi, she cute too, but more in an adorable way rather than a sexy way. Huh? Well that's kinda weird thing for me to say." Jack spoke to no one in particular. "Wait, whose that with her again?" Jack asked. "It's Junior." A voice spoke from across the way. "Whoa, he lives!" Jack exclaimed. "Who was Junior again?" Jack asked as he tuned his attention to the other monitors.

Theodore wasn't really pleased with the pairing. Junior is unpredictable and not in the useful, wild card, type of way. No, it's unclear where his allegiances and intentions lie. He could be your ally one minute and your enemy the next, and he'll laugh about that very fact that you can't begin to read him. He'll take you by surprise that one. "You better watch yourself, Joker, you would do well to remember that Morales is mine." He thought to himself. The filling glass chamber reminded him of that one trick Houdini did. Even without her gear, he doesn't foresee any issues for Anansi completing this challenge, the real threat is her partner. It's difficult to work with someone you can't trust at all, especially one that will stab you in the back. In order to complete this challenge she cannot dwell on that fact, merely be aware of it. Still it's too early for him to comment on their progress, considering none has been made.

Jack then took notice of the latest arrivals. "Here comes our next contestants now." Jack spoke in a mock, Game Show Announcer's voice. "And they are, uh, oh, Speedy! And...," he dropped the fake accent and suddenly shouted, "...hubba, hubba, hubba, what do we got here!?!?" He then made a cat call as he shouted, "Lilith! Oh man, now that is a hard one. You know there are alot of fine ladies at this academy, but so far on these screens, hm, so far Wren, Liz, and Lilith are the hottest ones but which one is hotter?" He then rubbed his hair frantically. "Ah, man the decision is killing me!" Jack shouted. "Then stop thinking about it and shut up." Theodore spoke. "Huh, wha?" Jack slurred. "Why you gotta be like that huh? Just trying to livin' up this joint, sheesh." Jack spoke as he went back to looking at the monitors.

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Mathias rolled his eyes with a smirk, "Well my trial was asking, my error expecting an actual answer." He shrugged before returning his attention to the monitors, before Jack brought the attention back to him. "You never know Starbaby, maybe Stormy Olive is in the room." He chuckled, before shaking his head. "I'm so glad you decided not to finish that sentence... I didn't get much breakfast, I'd like to keep it where it is."

Mathias kept silent for the exchange between Jack and Theodore, before his eyes were drawn to the monitor with Anansi and Junior, a sigh escaped his lips. "I get he can't be trusted, but threatening him won't get you anywhere." He thought aloud. "Keep him thinking he's got the upper hand, whilst you've got your eye on him... Makes him cocky in his backstabbing, easier to trip up when you're cocky." He then heard Jack mocking a sports game before returning to his usual sex obsessed demeanour. "My god, you're like a dog with a... No, I'm not even gonna say it." He then looked at Jai and Lilith, or motormouth and bean sprout, respectively. He shook his head as Jai ran off without Lilith, the kid was hyperactive sure, but risking a team mate like that in a simulation of natural disasters, he may have returned to find Isley sucked up into a tornado or blown up by lava, plants can't do much against lava.

He then looked to Magni and Wren's monitor, he visibly jumped at the Asgardian's disregard for any sort of warning and shook his head as he joked it off. "That throw risked not only Wren but the civilian too, sure they'll both laugh it off but that was a risky move, had Wren not have been ready or even if he got excited in his little joke, he probably could have turned her to goo." He then looked over at the other's and realised how much he was talking. "Sorry, now I know how my mother does it without realising." He let out a slight, amused breath with an awkward smile. "Hey, it's good to vent every once in awhile... Am I right?"

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Jack started on his long spiel of thanking Alfred, "Yeah, sure, no problem, your the man with the plan, Al-I mean, Mr. Pennyworth. Eesh, Glad no ladies were around to see that mess. Am I right guys?" Alfred sighed softly as he shifted where he stood, adjusting his cuff links. "Do sit down and contemplate thinking before talking. I'd hate for you to lose my gratitude due to your mouth." Jack then looked towards Mathias, "Well Mathie, while I do not like balls, I do however like..." He then looked towards Phil, Well I'll just stop it right there, yeah, sure." Phil sighed softly. "No one needs to be a psychic to know what you like Mr. Quill. You present yourself as a textbook playboy." Alfred raised an index finger before interjecting, "I do believe Tony Stark trademarked that for himself." Phil chuckled, "Ah I forgot... womanizer then."

They both began to pay more attention to the monitors than the students. After all they were still in charge of grading and scoring the students that did bother to show up on time for class that day. Phil's attention was drawn back to Jack when he asked, "Who was Junior again?" Phil sighed, "Son of Harley Quinn and Joker..." He realized when that probably still didn't trigger anything for him he added, "Psychopath dating Enzo... The one who wears all the green, tells riddles and is a sociopath." Then Mathias spoke up about Junior, "I get he can't be trusted, but threatening him won't get you anywhere. Keep him thinking he's got the upper hand, whilst you've got your eye on him... Makes him cocky in his backstabbing, easier to trip up when you're cocky." Alfred smiled, "At least someone is taking this assignment seriously." Al nodded his head towards Mathias, "Looks like someone might have earned their way out of KP duty and back into the dance just by doing what he's supposed to."

Phil watched on slight edge as Magni threw Wren at the cage, his attention shifting towards Mathias once again when he spoke up. "That throw risked not only Wren but the civilian too, sure they'll both laugh it off but that was a risky move, had Wren not have been ready or even if he got excited in his little joke, he probably could have turned her to goo." Alfred nodded his head agreeing with Mathias, "I agree but how else would you suggest they get the civilian out unharmed, using team work in under 5 minutes?" Phil sighed softly when Wren landed safely on the cage, but then only grew nervous again when the booby traps set in. He turned his attention away from the monitor and towards Alfred not wanting to see in case she doesn't make it. "Al, we may have to go into the witness protection program if she dies... Wade will make it his goal to end us if we're the reason for his beloved daughter's death." Alfred shook his head slightly, "You were the one that designed this arena Mr. Coulson, not I."

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"Yeah, of course being quiet now." Jack spoke. "No arguments here." Jack responded when Phil called him a womanizer. It's true, he has an issue with the ladies sometimes, but so did his Dad. Just incredible libidos they both have. Jack then gave a nod, "Ah gotcha! Yeah those guys...sorry, I just will never understand homosexuality, no offense Mathie." Jack spoke as he placed both hands up in a surrender pose. He then grumbled as Alfred gave Mathias praise for actually doing something. It was then he overheard what they were saying about Wren and Magni's trial, it was then Jack raised is hand.

"I'll tell ya how." Jack then grew a smirk. "Instead of throwing Miss Red Hot, he should have thrown one of those spikes at the chains. If those spikes can pierce through Human flesh and bone, and if Magni is a strong as he claims. Then the force of his throw should have severed those chains. Actually it might be better to leave some chain hanging, because as soon as that cage drops, Viking Man will either A, grab the cage itself as both reach to the other side, or B, in case he misses the target he could at least grab hold of the chain and still make it to the other side." Jack spoke as he took a pause. "Oh and before you say, Where's the teamwork, well, Wren has super regenerative powers right? Well she'll have the job of catching those spikes in her body, since Magni can't really do it. She will then hand him those spikes like pins from a pin cushion. Also that would have eliminated the tough pickle that Wren is in right now." Jack spoke finishing his answer.

"See, I can pay attention to more than just how hot a babe is." Jack spoke as he looked at the other monitors. "As for the others, well the Cat Guy or whatever he's called and the other dude with him. They ain't working to full team capability. In fact they're competing with themselves instead of the arena and the time on the clock. Already enough shit to deal with in that room. Also Lizzie and the dude with her, she may say she will get over their differences but you can tell that's easier said than done. My Dad has dealt with issues with team work before, hell the Guardians are not what you would call hero material. All of them were motivated by pure self-interest, but that is when you need a defined leader, someone who can rally together friend and foe to become a cohesive unit. My Dad, was able to convince his partners to become just that, partners. These teams of two, some can work together, others not so much. It's good to have defined roles in a team. One should be the leader, someone who can keep their cool, someone tactical, and someone assertive. Although I would follow Lizzie anywhere, she's already shown to have lost her cool. I think the dude with her should be coming up with the plans, at least he's keeping his cool. Hell, he's even thinking before he acts." Jack continued.

"Speedy and Lily, well, he's the opposite, acting before thinking. Doesn't take the time to fully discuss and hash out strategy, just goes in head first. Not good, definitely would put Lilith in charge, and also because she's super sexy." Jack chuckled. He then took notice of Phil and Alfred's concerned about Wren's fall. "Wait!? This isn't a simulation!?" Jack spoke up, concern showing on his face. "LEAP MAGNI! FOR THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL BABES EVERYWHERE, LEAP GODDAMMIT!!!" Jack shouted slamming his fist on the table.

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Theodore continued to sit and listen. He heard Mathias's questions and evaluations. Theodore knows what he would have done, but not everyone here has powers beyond normal Human limitations. It was then Jack chimed in an gave, what seemed like a seminar, in his ideas and course of action. He was actually surprised how into it he was, he thought he only cared about sex. It was then the room grew concerned about Wren. He wasn't quite sure why, isn't she the daughter of Deadpool? He's heard the stories about the famed mercenary. The man could survive anything, shot, stabbed, blown up, poisoned, and of course burned, and yet he still lives. Doesn't Wren have that same power? After all he has his father's power.

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Mathias shook his head with a smirk at Jack's comment on homosexuality,
"I'll try not to hold it against you." Using the sound he'd just emitted he produced some birds to flutter around his shoulders, before making them fly towards Jack and then flutter around him, like annoying bugs. "But who said they wouldn't?" He then chuckled before making them fade.

He then listened intently to what Jack had to say about the team work being displayed, both Mathias and Jack were held under the shadow of leaders, but that means they could learn some significant things from them, it was the same with Astrid, Caleb, Kamaria, and Kallistrate. He then responded to Coulson's question. "I'm not saying the plan wasn't good, I'm saying the immaturity was unprofessional." He then heard the whispers between Coulson and Alfred, he visibly flinched but was frozen to react. Thankfully, Jack spoke up but Mathias was still frozen.

"So these simulations can kill the students?" Mathias heard himself utter. He was thankful he'd slept in but then he looked at the monitors, he was friends with them and now they were being risked for a training simulation. "I didn't realise we were so disposable." Mathias felt himself vibrate with anger and pain, as he watched the simulations. He watched as Olivia and Ethan saved each other from the dangers of the maze, then to the screen with Enzo and Aiden as they sank in the sand, still trying to make the line, then to Elizabeth and Kain leaping onto platforms with drops that could kill them and across all the several screens. A shiver shot down his spine as he watched them, he then gripped the edges of the nearest desk before leaning back on the desk.

He then looked at Theodore, he was oddly quiet about the situation, it made Mathias feel uncomfortable, sure Theo didn't exactly like the hero kids because of what happened to his father, but still he had to of made friends with somebody, knowing these simulations risked everyone's life's must have bothered him.

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As Alex wrote in a notebook with his left hand he reached to grab one of the vials out of the many on the shelve in front of him with his left. Each clear glass vial held a liquid inside, each one labeled. For the last two weeks he had been experimenting on a sleeping serum that the company he worked for had asked him to perfect and he was extremely close to doing just that. Very few people knew that Alex worked as a pharmaceutical scientist. The people other than his family who knew; Mr.Wayne, Mr.Stark, Alfred, and Coulson, didn't know why though. While he is exceptionally smart and has a love for botany and working with chemicals and natural materials, he isn't very interested in the well-being of the human race. With a smirk Alex remembered the begrudged pride his parents had looked at him with after they found out he stole $250,000 from their savings for his transfer to the academy. With a sigh Alex remembered that only moments later they had informed him that he would be paying them back four times the amount he took. While he had payed off his debt a month into his attendance of the academy Alex loved the challenge that being a pharmaceutical scientist provided. He rarely found anything that could hold his interest for more than a week or so but the company he worked for was constantly giving him new projects and therefore he had yet to loose interest.

Just before Alex grabbed the vial he was reaching for the intercom in his lab clicked on and he paused both his writing and movements. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." There was a pause before the announcement continued."Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you" At the stressed importance of the time limit Alex frowned. "Hey J.A.R.V.I.S what is my fastest recorded showering time?" As Alex was a top-class procrastinator, J.A.R.V.I.S often recorded times of simple activities at his request so that he could calculate his options, as he was doing now. "Exactly 6 minutes and 42 seconds sir." Alex pressed his lips together in a tight line before nodding. "Okay. Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S" Setting down his pencil Alex left his lab to shower quickly and get dressed, returning to the room once he was done. "J.A.R.V.I.S how much time do I have left? The AI answered promptly. "You have two minutes left sir. Should I inform Sir Alfred and Mr. Coulson that you will be late?" Alex shook his head and responded. "Nah, I'll just hope to slip in a few minutes late. There’s usually that first few minutes when Coulson is busy organizing his papers and I really want to finish this test.” J.A.R.V.I.S answered and Alex swore that he could hear the disapproval in the AI’s voice. ”Of course, Sir.” Alex looked over at one of the speakers that the AI spoke through and frowned before shrugging and going back to his lab. After making his way over to his desk Alex grabbed a jar. Measuring out 50 milliliter and poured it into the beaker he had previously put other chemicals and herbal essences into. Alex then wrote the amount and 'Passiflora Incarnata' onto the list. Setting the jar, which was labeled ‘Passiflora Caerulea Leaves’ on the table Alex grabbed a stirrer and mixed the contents. Pouring a third of the mixture out of the beaker and into a small cup Alex downed the mixture without a second thought.
Alex turned and started out of the room, wanting to make a cup of coffee to bring with him. It only took a few moments for the effects to kick in and suddenly Alex was having trouble breathing. Gasping due to his sudden lack of breath he turned to go back and look at his list but promptly passed out cold.

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J.A.R.V.I.S had asked Alex three times in the last five minutes if he had finished his experiment but had gotten no answer. While Alex was horrible with time frames he wasn't one to ignore someone, even if they were just an AI. With a final warning of plans to contact Mr. Coulson directly if he Alex didn't answer, and still no response, J.A.R.V.I.S clicked onto the intercom in the training room Coulson, Alfred, and the late students were in. "Sir” He waited for an acknowledgment from Coulson before continuing. ”Mr.Wilson has been unresponsive for 17 minutes. He was working in his lab when he last spoke with me.”

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"Wait!? This isn't a simulation!?" Alfred turned to respond, "Well technically it is. But our simulations, curtesy of Mr. Stark, are 'real' as well.... Stark tech is the best." Then as Wren began to free fall through the air Jack shouted out "LEAP MAGNI! FOR THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL BABES EVERYWHERE, LEAP GODDAMMIT!!!" Then Mathias asked, "So these simulations can kill the students?" Phil turned towards him, nodding his head. "Yes. And each of the students knew this going in when we debriefed them." Phil felt the need to add that bit so he didn't seem like they were being tricky about the way the simulations worked.

"I didn't realise we were so disposable." Mathias added. Alfred then decided to chime in. "Sir, how do you expect to learn how to save the world? It won't be simulations without a risk of death. Your parents risked their lives on a daily basis, that's what made them heroes. So if you all are to be heroes then you must train like heroes... Not children." Phil crossed his arms over his chest, nodding his head in a pleased agreement. "There is no 'bunny hill' when it comes to training boys. You can take it or leave it. But Tony and Bruce hired us to train you to be the best you can be. They knew the risks... They believe in all of you to prevail."

Phil turned back to the monitors letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Magni catch Wren and them exit the simulation. "Well Master Coulson it seems as though you are in the clear for now... And we have our first completed pairing." Phil marked them both off on his list before J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke towards him. "Sir," "Yes J.A.R.V.I.S.?" ”Mr. Wilson has been unresponsive for 17 minutes. He was working in his lab when he last spoke with me.” Phil sighed, bringing his hand up to rub his temples. "This place will be the death of me." Alfred then quickly interjected, "Don't have a heart attack... I'll go check on the boy." As Alfred went to leave, Phil motioned his hand towards the first aid kit on the wall. "Take an adrenalin shot..."

As asked, Alfred grabbed the adrenalin shot then casually made his way up to Mr. Wilson's pent house. He wasn't rushing or hurrying though. If they freaked out every time something like this happened, they'd put themselves into an early grave. Once reaching the room, Alfred spoke to J.A.R.V.I.S., "Open the door please." The computer then replying, "Yes sir... I also took the liberty in circulating fresh air into the room while removing the toxins." Alfred nodded his head before entering. It didn't take long for him to find Alex unconscious on the ground. Without hesitation he uncapped the adrenalin shot and impale it through the sternum into the chest cavity. After squeezing the contents of the syringe into the boy. He calmly moved to his feet, counting the time on his watch.

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"How do you expect us to save the world if we're dead?" Mathias retorted, his argument was going to be weak but, nonetheless, he needed to make a point. "The threat of death can do a lot more than actual death, placebos are effective for a reason." Mathias scanned the other screens for the others, his mind now more worried than it had been. "Not that it matters, Wren survived... Doesn't mean Wade won't be angry though." Mathias knew his back talk would get him in trouble, but he needed to voice his concern about his friends, let alone his team mates. His anger more directed at himself, his friends were in their risking their life whilst he was sitting in the observation room risking his dignity at Kitchen duty, had Alfred or Coulson looked he'd have seen the hurt in his eyes at the idea of being observer, even if it was self inflicted.

Mathias watched as Alfred left the room to go check on Alex, having heard JARVIS's announcement. Mathias lifted himself from the desk and moved to a seat, something just seemed to drain him of his energy all of a sudden and he felt it was something to do with what he'd just found out about the trials he was witnessing. "How much longer does everyone have until the simulations end automatically?" Mathias asked, simply trying to fill the air and distract himself, he needed sound, his question was more directed at Theodore and Jack, knowing Jack would make a comment about something unrelated and offhand.

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"Well that was bit of a close one huh?" He mildly chuckled in relief. He then sat back down in his seat as he heard Mathias attempting an argument with the boss men. "Whoa, that sounded a bit like defiance there? When I woke up this morning I would never expect Mathie to back talk the head honchos around here." He chuckled as he looked over the Mathias. "Don't worry I hear ya bro." Jack nodded. He then heard Phil's comment about death and Jack added, "Well wasn't that the point?" He chuckled. He then saw Alfred rushed and thought, "Feel bad for the guy who's gonna get an earful." It was then he was once again distracted by the monitors. "Whoa, hold up, hottie alert firing on all cylinders!" Jack spoke returning to his usual self. He looked at the monitor that showed Kumiko and Kallistrate attempt their trial.

"Ah sweet an all female one! This one is already my favorite...lets see, Kumiko, so we got ourselves a little Asian persuasion in there and...," Jack paused for a moment, "Damn, that's a lot of woman there! She's got them legs that last for miles!" Jack said aloud. He then took notice of the water. "Oh, man, please tell me one of them will go for a dip, that would be freakin' sweet." He said with a laugh. He then looked over to another monitor and noted it was another all female trial. "Look it's the other Lizzie! And she's with Adrienne. As much as I like women, those two, are a bit out there...don't know how I feel about someone that can read your mind while the other...well, I don't even know what to say for her." Jack spoke while in thought.

He then snapped out of his train of thought when he heard Mathias speak. "Huh? What did you say?" He asked. He wasn't sure if he was talking to him or not.

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Theodore sat there and watched as everyone seemed to calm down after Magni saved Wren. Like Jack, he was a bit surprised to see Mathias argue but it didn't really matter to him. Yet, it was the words that Alfred and Coulson spoke, Theodore found himself oddly agreeing with. He then looked towards Mathias who seem perturbed by all of this. "Their not wrong Mathias...death is omnipresent. Who knows one day you could just walk outside and be struck by lightning." Theodore spoke. Jack made a face over his comment but before he could speak, "Don't say a word, Jack." Theodore warned. Jack then backed off by placing his hands in the air.

"My point is, the real world doesn't give a shit about your survival. Better off for the rest of you to face death in this school now, then perhaps you won't get caught with your dick in your hands when it does happen." Theodore finished. Jack made another face like he was about to say something but Theodore flashed him another glare that made him back off. He then returned his attention back to Junior's and Anansi's trial. He scoffed when the cage started to fill with water. He was curious as to how she will respond? So far, she didn't seem worried, confident in her abilities. Good, maybe she won't fail or maybe she will?

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Mathias tilted his head towards Jack and sucked through his teeth, "You do know Melissa sent me here because I was caught stealing a priceless artefact and near killing a taxi driver?" He then pursed his lips and looked up at his furrowed brow. "The taxi driver was an accident though, he got spooked when I landed on his car, it was a whole big thing." Mathias retorted, trying to show himself as more than just a do good and brown noser, having somewhat forgotten his upset at his mentor disregard for his friends, due to his defensiveness about his intentions. "And I do plenty of things that we're not supposed to around here!" He announced, forgetting Coulson was there as he tried to prove his point. "I am regularly sleeping..." Having realised Coulson was present, his eyes widened and his mouth tightened. "Sleeping at a suitable time and not doing alcohol or drugs because I am a virtuous virgin and my mother need know no different." He sat back in his seat, embarrassed for himself and Coulson, and worried his words would get back to his mother, someone who regularly contacted Coulson for updates on his progress and wellbeing.

His attention having being returned to Coulson, Mathias slumped back into his seat and watched, when he heard Jack's outburst, he simply furrowed his brow and directed his eyes in his direction, not turning his head to give him the satisfaction of being the centre of attention, but then he addressed Mathias directly again, but he simply shook his head and mouthed 'it doesn't matter'.

Then he heard Theodore speak up, he turned his head to look at him and then an expression of anger took to his face. "Was that a threat?" Mathias questioned, before explaining his reasoning. "Seems a bit odd that you would refer to lightning hitting me instead of a car or a bullet, something more common and likely." He then returned to his normal position and watched the monitors. "Death may be omnipresent, but the threat of it is far more looming. I'd worry more about how I'm gonna die, than actually dying." He then looked at Coulson and made a second point. "I mean, they don't throw soldiers into actual minefields when they're training them, or sending them to combat training with live guns, it's like airsoft or paintballs they use." He then rolled his eyes and slumped back into his seat. "Not that it matters, it's done now and wouldn't want to tarnish my brown nose with some clean spots would I?" His eyes darted at Jack when he said his final part, the sarcasm strongly present.

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Theodore wouldn't have been drawn into this conversation, hell, he even wouldn't have given Mathias the time of day. Except right now he is bothered especially after Mathias's misinterpretation of his words. He perhaps could have thought something better to say but it is a common expression, coming from him however people are gonna think otherwise. "If I wanted to threaten you, believe me, you would feel threatened." Theodore responded coldly. Theodore intended to leave it at that but he decided to add more of his two cents into the conversation, because, well, Jack certainly isn't going to add anything intelligent to it. Unless he surprises him again like he did earlier with stating his observations.

"Yeah but soldiers can't fire sonic waves with their vocal cords, or fire electricity from their hands. We are different and the threats we face reflect that. Soldiers train to fight other soldiers, we on the other hand fight beings with inconceivable power. Take Magni's father for instance, they say he's a God and he's faced threats that could kill him. If their are things and people out there that can kill Gods then what chance does a soldier have? This world relies on people like us to protect them because they understand that if they fought for themselves, they would be utterly destroyed." Theodore spoke.

"That is why these guys are pushing us. Having us face death even during a simple training simulation. Because we are on another level and therefor our training must be extreme. To have us go through anything less would be an insult to our capability and a waste of time on their part." Theodore finished.

Jack sat their listening. He wasn't quite sure what Mathias's problem seemed to be. It sounded to him like he though that he was acting like an asshole. He wouldn't be surprised if many people thought he was, it wouldn't be the first time someone interpreted him as such. Sure he can be loud and annoying and seem to not care about a thing. And sure he remembers a time or two where he has acted like an asshole. Yet it was towards other assholes as well. He didn't mean to seem like such an ass to Mathias, he had no issues with the guy. He just likes to poke fun but Jack does have difficulty in knowing the RIGHT people to poke fun at.

The attitude in the room seemed to change despite his best efforts. He felt and worried an confrontation between Theo and Mathie might come about. Jack coughed, "Ahem!" He then looked at Theo with a smile. "Um, you sure did say us a lot...I thought you were like anti-good guy or whatever." He chuckled. "Shut up." Theodore responded. "Hey I'm just saying." Jack chuckled again.

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Mathias rolled his eyes at Theodore, "You're missing the point of my argument. I'm saying there's no need to actually make the simulation kill us. Again, the threat of death is just as much a motivator as actual death, they could have simply told us the simulation could kill us, not like he's not in the business of lying." His comment was more of a backhanded statement than an attack on Coulson.
"Most of our parents were inexperienced when it came to the art of combat, yet they managed to defend their cities and worlds without much worry." He then chuckled to himself. "Then there's the... bad guys." He clicked his tongue, silently thinking about how they regularly failed in their plans, not always initially but they were eventually stopped.

He then heard Theodore snap at Jack, "Don't snap at him for trying to make the situation more tense." Mathias smiled at Jack, as way of silent apology for snapping earlier and as an apology for him having to witness the argument. "You are more than welcome to threaten me, always wanted to know what packed more of a punch, the thunder or the lightning."

Just after he finished warning Theodore, he looked to the screen to see Olivia and Ethan had completed their simulation, with Olivia standing next to the civilian and calling out for Ethan. Her cries worrying him, worried he'd been hurt or worse for the sake of a simulation, he scanned the screen intently as he searched for the missing twin.

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Seeing as how Aiden wasn't being very helpful, Enzo grabbed the guys arm and pulled himself through the sand towards him. Once there, he yank the make shift tether from him. "Give me that..." He sighed, "Fucking worthless." He muttered under his breath. Enzo squinted his eyes watching the latch of the suspenders, gently tugging it towards them until it latched upon the post. "Score!"

Reluctantly, Enzo hooked his arm with Aiden's and tug them both towards the civilian. Thank God Enzo works out because he honestly doesn't know if he would have been able to get himself and Aiden to the post with only one arm able to pull them along. But within just the knick of time he got the both of them to the Civilian. The second his hand was placed upon the civilian, the simulation shut off. In the matter of seconds every bit of the room returned to a concrete square box, leaving the 2 of them standing there in the boxers.

Enzo was thrilled it was over. He shoved Aiden away and padded his bare feet towards the door. At first when he tried to open it, it did not budge. Enzo was in no frame of mind to stay around his less then satisfactory partner. "J.A.R.V.I.S. Let me out!" "Sorry sir. Right away." The click of the latch opening caused him to sigh in relief. Enzo shoved his way through the door, out into the lobby. He grabbed a towel that rested on a bench, wiping sweat from his face and muscular abdomen as he made his way to the elevator.




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Phil was more focused on the monitors and not the squabbling that was going on between the students behind him. He took notes in a file, marking when certain pairs finish and which others were close or may not finish in time. Every now and then he'd wonder about Alfred but he knew the old man could more than handle himself. Over hearing some of the argument, Phil couldn't help but smirk at Theodore's comment about the reasons behind the simulation being deadly. He was correct... Right on the nose as to the reasons behind their methods.

"You're missing the point of my argument. I'm saying there's no need to actually make the simulation kill us. Again, the threat of death is just as much a motivator as actual death, they could have simply told us the simulation could kill us, not like he's not in the business of lying." Mathias' response got Phil's attention enough to cause him to turn to face the boy. He made his way over towards him, grabbing a chair and taking a seat so he could face him. "Mr. Gold when have I ever lied to you or anyone else in this room?" This got Phil's curiosity because he found no need when it came to lying, he never felt the need to. He always put things rather plainly to the students.

"Most of our parents were inexperienced when it came to the art of combat, yet they managed to defend their cities and worlds without much worry." Phil laughed softly. "Yes... and over half of them almost died in the process. The world knows about heroes now and the dangers that come will be far worse than anything your parents faced. So... You all need training because you need to be better that your parents... Which means death must always be lingering to keep you all motivated. Not fake or false death. But real imminent death Mr. Gold."

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Theodore twitched a little at Mathais's little quip about the villains. He didn't see his father as one but he understood the classification. He was just trying to get a rise out of him. His brow began to furrow but Theo kept control over his emotions but Mathias was beginning to push him. If he knew what's best for him, he would leave it at that.

Then Mathias came to Jack's defense which Theodore responded with a roll of his eyes. It was then Mathias had to say one word further and there it came. It could have been another quip but this felt like a personal challenge and without hesitation he stood up and walked over to Mathias, despite Coulson standing right there. "You wanna fight me Mathias, huh, is that what you want? Come on then, say the word, because I would like to see you try." He spoke, irritation rising in his voice.

Jack then shot up and spoke, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey wait a minute, let's just pause for the cause for a moment. Now we don't need you guys doin' the rain dance in front of Phil-I mean Mr. Coulson. Now Teddy, can I call you Teddy?" Jack spoke as he wrapped an arm around Theodore's shoulder. "It's Theodore!" He proclaimed as he tossed his arm aside. "Okay, Okay, bad move, I'll admit it, but you're about to make one yourself right now." Jack spoke. "What's it matter to you what I do? Just stay out of this unless you want some of this too." Theodore spoke raising his fist to Jack. "Uh, I may have been called crazy before but I don't think I need electro-shock therapy just yet, but joking aside, I get it. Why all of a sudden would I give two shits about you getting into trouble? It doesn't affect me if you make an ass out of yourself, but hey, we're in this together aren't we? We're all just trying to pass the same classes and figure out our shit right? I mean these guys are making things tough on all of us, so don't think we already have enough shit to deal with without adding more on ourselves?" Jack asked.

Theo looked at him and shook his head. "Whatever." He said with a tired expression. He then walked away from the situation, it was starting to become more trouble than it was worth. He then made his way back to his seat and sat down. Jack sighed as he looked at Mathias as he shrugged at him. He then went back to his seat. He then looked at the monitor with Kallistrate and Kumiko. "Uh oh, looks like feeding time at Sea World!" He said aloud.

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Mathias rolled his eyes at Coulson, he wasn't going to be able to argue his point much longer so simply took a step back, imitating retreat with his hands up. "Good luck protecting this places if half of us are dead." As he retreated from Coulson, Theodore continued their prior engagement with an abrupt approach. Out of instinct, Mathias pulled the sound around him, the sound turning solid and a translucent pink aura surrounded him, the aura slightly picking up off the ground and into a hover.

"It'd be a pretty even match, Theodore, we've basically been given the same training." As he clenched his fist, Jack stepped up and acted more responsible than he usually did, regardless of him still passing remarks and making humour out of the situation. He then released the sound he had held around him and nodded to Jack before returning to the watch the monitors.

Just as he leant back against the table, he heard Jack's remark and decided to throw in a bit of his own humour to distract him from the tension in the room. "I wonder if it's payback for all the Sushi we eat."

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After all of the simulations have come to an end, studies have finished for the day. Phil and Coulson attended to taking any injured students to the Infirmary while students were allowed to move about casually for the rest of the day.




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Wren, more than anyone, was happy to be finished with that damn simulation. After all, the stakes of the dance were resting on her passing that stupid test and she nearly died from it. Totally not cool, and this asshat thought it was funny to write me up almost dying. Figures. Safe to say that she was in need of some serious party therapy.

"J.A.R.V.I.S.!!!" She shouted up at the ceiling as she walked through the halls of the giant building. "Yes Ms. Wilson" "I do believe it is announcement time my fine robotic fellow." She smirked. J.A.R.V.I.S. seemed to hesitate before responding, "Ms. Wilson might I just inform everyone per protocol?" Wren held up her index finger in argument. "You promised!" If robots and A.I.s could give sass, you better believe he did before his voice came in over the P.A. system throughout the building. "Good evening. Ms. Wilson would like me to inform you asshats that she is throwing a killer party in her penthouse. She'd like me to also say that you should 'be there or be square' and that it will be a party that only boring twats won't join..." He groaned, if that's even possible. "Thank you."

Wren was practically rolling on the ground as J.A.R.V.I.S. read the prescripted announcement she gave him. She probably had Phil and Alfred gunning for her but she didn't care. Because she also got J.A.R.V.I.S. to act as bouncer to her party and no one can enter without a mandatory tequila shot. Take that superiors! Now that that was taken care of, she had to round up her posse, so she made her way to the Infirmary.

It only took Wren a few minutes to reach the appropriate floor. She then whipped out her phone and started blasting that one song from Risky business that no one ever knows the name of, they just remember Tom Cruise half naked dancing. Once it was playing, she tucked her phone in her bra and prepared herself. When the timing was right she slid to a stop at the center of the entrance leading to the room Alex and Jai were held up in. "This is for you shitheads..." She pointed to them both before putting on her sunglasses and dancing to the song.

When the song came to an end, she threw her shades and made a pose. "I know, I know... Don't swoon because I won't catch you." Once Wren was done being full of herself, she shoved either one of them on the shoulders. "Come on bitches we have a party to get to... Mine!"




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Enzo was over everything. The incompetence of his partner left his angrier then when he started... And more naked. If Aiden had the balls to cross his path in the next century, he'd lose some important appendage in the blink of an eye. He stood in the hall outside his arena, trying to dust a majority of the lingering sand from his fit frame when he heard J.A.R.V.I.S.'s announcement. "Good evening. Ms. Wilson would like me to inform you asshats that she is throwing a killer party in her penthouse. She'd like me to also say that you should 'be there or be square' and that it will be a party that only boring twats won't join... Thank you."

He shook his head while chuckling to himself. Enzo couldn't help but wonder what Wren had to do to get J.A.R.V.I.S. to agree to saying that over the intercom. He figured he nothing better to do, and alcohol and partying seemed like a fine way to end a day like the one he just had. So he made his way to towards the elevator trying to decide if he should round up Junior or just go to his room. As he stood there waiting for the slowest machine in this damn building, he shook the sand from his hair. "God it's going to take 5 showers to get this shit off." He mumbled to himself.

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Mathias sighed as the simulations ended, he looked at the monitors and saw several injured friends and he couldn't help but shake his head at the risk the simulations had taken. He stood to leave the observation room, when he heard the announcement, his eyes widened in disbelief and he looked at Jack before chuckling a little bit.
"I wonder how Wren managed that... You can't exactly bribe an AI." He then chuckled at his own joke before sharing it with the room. "Maybe she promised to stop watching her porn on dodgy websites."

Mathias then dropped his head with a sigh, "I guess, I'll have to go get a nice outfit sorted then." He lifted his head to look at Jack and smiled. "No doubt you'll be there hitting on every thing with a pulse and a pair of breasts." He smirked before excusing himself, but just as he was leaving the room, he stopped in the doorway and looked back to Theodore. "No hard feelings, ElectroChoc."

Mathias quickly headed for the elevator, but when he saw that all of the elevators were on higher levels, he sucked in a long breath through his teeth before making his way to the main lobby and courtyard, he made sure to make his movements seem less suspicious, if they knew he was going to fly up instead of just waiting on the lifts, he'd get an earful and so decided best to seem inconspicuous, having reached the courtyard, he let himself hear the sounds around him and drew their vibrations in and around him, turning the sound to solid matter and moulding it give himself wings that lifted him up into the air and he shot towards the sky at an incredible pace, as he reached a fast pace he broke his wings and let the momentum fly him up higher before he did a backflip and refocused on the sound again, drawing it back in around him and giving himself wings.

With the showman ship out of the way, Mathias directed himself to his balcony. He stepped into the kitchen portion of his penthouse and grabbed himself a blueberry muffin and a bottle of Snapple Fruit Punch before heading to the elevators. When he finally got in a lift he pressed the button that took him to the Infirmary, as he descended the building, the lift made several stops and his impatience getting the better of him he began to tap his feet every time the lift doors opened. He was a few floors away from the Infirmary when the doors split to reveal Enzo Nigma, with only his boxers on, Mathias nodded in greeting before complimenting him on the simulation. "Nice going on the simulation." Mathias then noticed the sand in his hair. "Do you need some help getting that out?" He pointed at the hair.

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Jack stepped out of the monitor room feeling the experience bitter sweet. Sure he got to see how everyone performs but he would rather had the chance to prove his stuff, not to mention he wouldn't have to be privy to seeing all the injured. Still his spirits were not any less dampened as he felt that his contributions (The constructive ones anyway), could land him a spot in the school dance. Of course that was all up in the air depending on what the top brass has to say about that.

Yet fate would deem it, that Jack is born to party and decided to throw him a bone. When the announcement came over the intercoms via J.A.R.V.I.S, he couldn't help but grin. Since this wasn't a school function but rather someone else's party...well, he could feel that he could let loose without the fear of administrators forcing him to leave. He then looked over to Mathias who commented on how Wren managed to convince J.A.R.V.I.S to even do that. He shrugged at the question, he did really so much care about the how since the party is going down.

It was then he laughed at Mathias's joke and came up with one on his own. "If that's all that it takes then J.A.R.V.I.S would give me the whole building!" Jack laughed. As he continued to move on Mathias seemed to gripe about clothes and then he thought about his clothing. He would obviously be in style that is both cool and sexy for the ladies. Probably tighter clothes than normal. He then looked over to Mathias with a mischievous grin, "Well, you know me." He joked. As Mathias made his departure he looked over to Theodore who didn't seem to share in their mood. He could ask, hey what's up, but then probably get a face full of electricity...probably best not to bug him.

As Jack made for his dormitory, Theodore looked up to Mathias who tried to bury the hatchet with him. "Yeah, sure." He responded not sounding all too genuine. Still he looked rather distracted, perhaps on how the simulations went. He wasn't sure about his thoughts on attending the party. He didn't feel all too amiable at the moment and probably would cause a scene. That or short circuit the speakers and the lights, talk about a party killer. Whatever his course of action may be, he decided to return to his room and see where the night takes him. Who knows? Maybe he will surprise even himself.

Jack quickly returned to his penthouse and began to frantically rifle through his closet and drawers in search for tonight's look. One thing that is a must, is the leather jacket, it worked for his father so why fix what isn't broken. Of course it's not the one he always wears it's a more, expensive one, worn for occasions such as these. Coupled that with nice, form fitting clothing and swanky, leather boots and he was off to the races! Now what to say to all the ladies when he gets there? Oh and how could he forget! It's not only important to look good but smell good too. One thing good that did come from being late is not coming away stinky and full of sweat. Just need to put on that lucky cologne and there, done, he was now a force to be reckoned with.