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"Good," Jack said as he moved to his feet, tucking the envelope under his arm. "So next time, when you're slicing and dicing and unpinning grenades on an entire army of murderous Hydra bastards, don't do it alone. See ya around, crazy girl." He then winked at her before he went to walk away.
Wren quickly sat up, reaching her hand out to snatch the envelope from under his arm as he departed. "I don't trust steamy over there around our envelope." Her gaze drifts over to Jaxon, whom she raises a suggestive brow towards. Partially because he's attractive, but mostly because... Well, maybe to make Jack a teeny bit jealous. "His blood runs too hot."
She slunk back into her seat, holding the envelope to her chest. With a sigh, Wren gazed around at the other students. Most of whom were already congregating around their friends. Funny. She always knew she was off putting, and an acquired taste... But sometimes it surprised even her when, more often than not, she was left to her own devises. Whatever. It's not like she was there to make friends anyways.
Finally, her focus landed on Caitria who was over in her own world. Somehow easy to over look when she wasn't running about or whatever. Wren scooted closer to her slightly. "So... How long did it take you this time? 20... Maybe 30 seconds?" She smirked slightly, leaning back against the wall. "You're getting slowwww..." she teased with a slight sing in her voice.
Tobias tapped his fingers along his arms as they were crossed over his chest. His right hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. It seemed like everyone was there, so why were they standing around? For the first time... in awhile, he was actually tired. He probably could have even managed to doze off slightly where he stood, leaning back against the wall. But he heard someone approaching which caused him to open his eyes, finding Petra standing before him.
He gave a slight sideways smile towards her as she walked up to him. "Hello."
"Morning," he said, furrowing his brows. "Or... I don't know, whatever hour it is." He gave a weak grumble of a chuckled as he ran his hand back through his hair.
"How'd you find the simulation? They've got themselves in a bit of a tizzy there; very realistic simulation Mycroft's put up. Are they setting us up for something?"
Tobias slipped his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Went without a hitch. Thaleia is a formidable partner. Wasn't really expecting anyone to ask to team up with me." His gaze fell to his feet slightly as he sighed, before commenting upon her second question. "Well... Besides the Brotherhood, Hydra is still a threat. They just want to end all of us 'supers'... Or enslave us. If I had to guess the next simulation would be similar but focused on the Brotherhood." He shrugged. "Suppose it's designed so we know our enemies."
Frankie stood towards the back end of the lounge. Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel, who stood alone. But just as she was about to walk over towards him, Riley walked on over to her. She smiled happily, seeing that her best friend looked all in one piece. "Heya, Frankie. I'm not sure, I just got back myself. You and Nathaniel make it alright?"
Her hand waved towards Phoebe as she approached as well. "Hey!"
Frankie smiled towards Phoebe and then nodded her head to Riley, cupping her hands before her. "Oh, yeah." Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel slightly. "Nathaniel is very skilled... We got through without killing any guards, or setting off the alarms." She brushed loose curls behind her ear. "How was working with Conrad and T'Chioke?"
Once Frankie asked, she pursed her lips slightly. Her left hand reached out to take Riley's upper arm. "Sorry about that... Not picking you. I wasn't thinking. I was distracted by attractive men." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she playfully nudged. "Of course, you'd be the only man in my life if I was your type." She giggled. Of course, she wasn't going to say anything more than that. Riley's sexuality was not something for her to speak about openly. It wasn't her secret to share. But simply said, she isn't his type. As to the implications of that... It could simply be because she's blonde.
"Next time, promise." Frankie draped her arm across Riley's shoulders.
"Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here!"
Frankie scoffed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Guess us women aren't invited. Typical." She pursed her lips, shaking her head towards Phoebe. "Whatever... Guys suck anyways," she said sarcastically. "Well... Not all of them." She bumped Riley with her hip, but her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel briefly, before quickly looking back towards her current company.
Of course, Astrid didn't seem like she appreciated Ross' intervention in taking out the bullet. No surprise there. He figured that would happen. But, in all honesty, if the stubborn brunette wanted to believe it or not, it's easier if someone else took care of it. So, Ross would deal with the evil sideways glances.
“Thank you for your wisdom, doctor. Now if anything happens to me you’ll be accountable. Not only for your advice but your involvement,” Astrid said with a warning undertone.
Ross rolled his eyes slightly. "Whatever yeh say, ma'am." He shook his head playfully, before leaving the 'intimidating' Rogers to herself. She'd be fine. He trudged his way over to an open seat next to Wren Wilson. He sighed, slinking down on the seat, resting his head back against the wall. He raised his hands to rub his face, the grogginess really starting to kick in. When he finally moved his hands from his face and opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Petra... But only for a moment before a bald and annoying Mycroft stepped in the way to address everyone.
Alfred, Phil and Mycroft finally entered the lobby with clip boards in hand. Mycroft cleared his throat to get the attention of the students. But before he had a chance to speak up, Alfred stepped forward. "Well done everyone. Each one of you has completed the simulation by passing standards. It was nice to see some of you even take advantage of team work —"
"Yes, yes," Mycroft interrupted. "Passing standards hardly, but that is a technicality that I will let slip. You all are alive... And have your envelopes, so I won't knit pick."
By the look on Mycroft's face, he had half a mind to fail some of them but the nice thing about a group of mentors was sometimes his sunny disposition was out voted. And in this case, it looked like Phil and Alfred out voted his disagreements. Phil took a stepped forward, motioning his hand towards the students. "You all may now open your envelopes."
Wren ripped open the lip of the large envelope, and stuck her hand inside. She pulled out a piece of paper, it was thick, on a heavier stock. When she flipped it over, she shot up to her feet. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?"
Alfred moved towards Wren with his hands held out in a slight attempt to calm her. "Please, Ms. Wilson. If you'd calm down, we will explain."
He then looked towards the rest of the students. "Tomorrow evening Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark and Descendant Academy are holding a gala. Many important people will be present to donate to our foundation, but more importantly... Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross will also be there. He among other members of the U.N. will be present. They are attempting to get our Academy shut down or put under military control to be used as a weapon for the U.N.. Similar to the same issues the Avengers encountered following the events of Sokovia."
Mycroft slipped his clipboard under his arm. "I argued against letting the lot of you even be inside the tower during the gala. After all, we need to impress these people. Prove that we do not need government control. But Mr. Wayne and Stark have different ideas."
Phil cupped his hands before him. "They believe that if our students are present and show how well mannered, well behaved and disciplined they are, that it will give us the footing we need to dispute their attempts at containing us."
"Which I know you all aren't. You all are as well behaved as circus clowns." Mycroft said, cold and emotionless. Per usual. "So, you all will go. And if you put a single toe out of order... Not only will you be removed from the gala, you will most likely be removed from the academy as well. Your actions tomorrow night will not only reflect upon yourselves and this academy, but upon your parents as well. If you cannot act like civilized adults, then the worlds defenders will become puppets on strings."
Alfred and Phil both shifted, apparent that they did not agree with Mycroft's brutal honesty or coldness. Alfred gives a halfhearted smile. "We all want you to enjoy yourselves. Socialize, meet some of our benefactors... Dance, take a date. Have fun, just be civilized. We think you all are wonderful and have great potential to do amazing things for the world. We just need to prove it to Secretary Ross and the U.N."
With nothing more to say, the mentors headed towards the elevators. "You're dismissed. We will resume training the morning after the Gala,"[/color] Phil added as the departed.
Wren stared down at the Gala invitation. She was furious. She knew it was a training exercise and that most likely whatever was in the envelope was a joke anyways. But this was lower than that. It was like throwing battery acid in a wound. She had half a mind to tear it up and leave it in shreds on the floor. Instead he shoved and beelined her way through her classmates to Jack. With probably more force than was necessary, she slammed the invitation against his chest. "Here. You can fucking have it... I can barely stomach looking at it."
She felt no need to stick around there anymore. Everyone was chatting and making plans for what to do after the simulation, and as far as Wren could tell, she wasn't invited. She walked down the hallway, practically clawing at her suit as she unzip the upper portion. She felt like she was suffocating and her temper didn't help. With a glance down she could see all the wounds in her abdomen more clearly as they healed. Even her sports bra was a lovely shade of blood from earlier.
Instead of having to get in the elevator with the mentors, Wren diverted right and threw open the door to the stair case. It was a long way up, but it wasn't like she got fatigued like everyone else. With a sigh, she dug her hand into her utility belt and pulled out her cellphone. She unwrapped the earbuds and stuck them in her ears, before blasting some music as she slowly trudged up the stairs.
Tobias sighed, rubbing his eyes. Although he wasn't prone to outbursts like Wren Wilson, he wasn't any less pissed about the situation. He looked over to Petra with an unamused expression. "How much do you want to bet that invitation... Excludes me." He rubbed the back of his head before pushing off the wall.
His gaze shifted to the departing mentors, and his helmet under Mycroft's arm. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. Tobias' gaze shifted to Petra for a moment, "Excuse me, sorry."
He jogged down the hallway towards the elevator. The doors were about to close when he extended his hand, stopping the metal doors and forcing them to open back up as he continued to approach them. "Xavier!" He stopped several feet from the elevators, his hand still held out to keep the elevator from moving.
Mycroft scowled slightly as he removed the Magneto helmet from under his arm, and held it out towards Tobias. "Next time, just tell me not to bring it," Tobias said as he held out his other hand, causing the helmet to fly out of Mycroft's hand and into his own.
Mycroft cupped his hands before him, with a snide smirk. "Oh, and Mr. Lehnsherr... That invitation excludes children of current terrorist factions."
Tobias remained unwavering at the comment, not giving Mycroft the satisfaction of pissing him off. "I know." He clenched his fist causing the elevator doors to snap shut. And just in case the mentors felt the need to step back out, he motioned his hand upward, sending the elevator into its ascension.
With his helmet in hand, Tobias sighed looking down at it. Not that he necessarily wanted to go to the gala, and the chances of him getting a date were less than likely... He hated the discrimination he felt due to his father. Numerous of the students here were Descendants of villains, but because his was still a major threat, he was treated like scum on the bottom of their shoes. Instead of dealing with the glances and stares if he turned back towards the crowd of classmates, he walked towards the staircase without a glance backwards.
Frankie sighed looking between Riley and Phoebe. "Huh..." She couldn't really manage to say anything else. She scratched the top of her head. "Well I couldn't sleep if I wanted to." Her gaze drifted over to Jack and Jaxon, then back to Phoebe. "I think I'm just going to go to my room. You can come if you want, if you're as wide awake as I am. Looks like Hell's kitchen over there has his own plans... Plus, we probably should figure out what we're going to wear," she teased with a slight giggle.
Sure, Frankie wasn't thrilled that the envelope only contained an invitation to the Gala. But she was glad that she could participate and try to help persuade the Secretary of State and U.N. that they are really doing good here. She's worked so hard to get into the academy and succeed. She'd hate to see them become controlled by the government, who doesn't always know what's best and when they should intervene. That would keep them from even helping on the streets. What they don't understand now is crime rates would just rise when they couldn't operate with their own judgement.
So, whatever part she could play in helping them remain they way they are, she would do it. Frankie looked back over towards Nathaniel, seeing him standing alone. "Guys, I'll be right back."
She walked over to Nathaniel, smiling softly. "Hey... Umm... I'm heading up to my room, Phoebe might be coming. I just thought I'd see if you wanted to come hang out with us. You don't have to, just thought I'd offer." Frankie lightly patted his upper arm with a smile. "And good job in their partner." She nodded her head towards him, before backing away and returning to Riley and Phoebe.
"Riley is going to have to let us know all the juicy details boys talk about when the girls are away," she teased, playfully nudging him with her elbow.
Great. Not only was Ross woken up during some serious REM cycle shit. All he got out of it was an invitation to some stupid gala where they have to impress assholes who want to control them. And people said the academy wouldn't be fun. At least now he could go to bed. Hell, he didn't even know if he'd go to the stupid dance thing or not anyways. He isn't known for always being on his best behavior.
With a groan, he pushed off he seat, standing up and stretching. Ross' attention was drawn towards Tobias and the mentors. Arseholes. him and Tobias weren't best friends or anything, but that was still shitty. He was half tempted to ask for the tattoo brute to be his date so that he could go... Just to ruffle Mycroft's feathers. In Ross' opinion, showing how Tobias wants to fight for the good guys, even with his father being who he is, would show those government fucks even more that what they are doing is good.
Ross rubbed his head as he walked over to Petra. "Aye, Red." He looked towards the hallway as Tobias disappeared up the staircase. "Ey think, maybe... If Tobias went to the gala, thing... It could really help." He slid his hands into his pockets. "Ya know. Show those government fucks dat even a son of a current threat wants to fight for the good guys."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just thought ya might want ta mention that to 'em... If he went as someone's date, dat technically is a loop hole." Ross motioned his hand towards Petra. "You could always take 'em... Ya know... unless there was someone else ya wanted ta go with."
Wren quickly sat up, reaching her hand out to snatch the envelope from under his arm as he departed. "I don't trust steamy over there around our envelope." Her gaze drifts over to Jaxon, whom she raises a suggestive brow towards. Partially because he's attractive, but mostly because... Well, maybe to make Jack a teeny bit jealous. "His blood runs too hot."
She slunk back into her seat, holding the envelope to her chest. With a sigh, Wren gazed around at the other students. Most of whom were already congregating around their friends. Funny. She always knew she was off putting, and an acquired taste... But sometimes it surprised even her when, more often than not, she was left to her own devises. Whatever. It's not like she was there to make friends anyways.
Finally, her focus landed on Caitria who was over in her own world. Somehow easy to over look when she wasn't running about or whatever. Wren scooted closer to her slightly. "So... How long did it take you this time? 20... Maybe 30 seconds?" She smirked slightly, leaning back against the wall. "You're getting slowwww..." she teased with a slight sing in her voice.
***
Tobias tapped his fingers along his arms as they were crossed over his chest. His right hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. It seemed like everyone was there, so why were they standing around? For the first time... in awhile, he was actually tired. He probably could have even managed to doze off slightly where he stood, leaning back against the wall. But he heard someone approaching which caused him to open his eyes, finding Petra standing before him.
He gave a slight sideways smile towards her as she walked up to him. "Hello."
"Morning," he said, furrowing his brows. "Or... I don't know, whatever hour it is." He gave a weak grumble of a chuckled as he ran his hand back through his hair.
"How'd you find the simulation? They've got themselves in a bit of a tizzy there; very realistic simulation Mycroft's put up. Are they setting us up for something?"
Tobias slipped his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Went without a hitch. Thaleia is a formidable partner. Wasn't really expecting anyone to ask to team up with me." His gaze fell to his feet slightly as he sighed, before commenting upon her second question. "Well... Besides the Brotherhood, Hydra is still a threat. They just want to end all of us 'supers'... Or enslave us. If I had to guess the next simulation would be similar but focused on the Brotherhood." He shrugged. "Suppose it's designed so we know our enemies."
***
Frankie stood towards the back end of the lounge. Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel, who stood alone. But just as she was about to walk over towards him, Riley walked on over to her. She smiled happily, seeing that her best friend looked all in one piece. "Heya, Frankie. I'm not sure, I just got back myself. You and Nathaniel make it alright?"
Her hand waved towards Phoebe as she approached as well. "Hey!"
Frankie smiled towards Phoebe and then nodded her head to Riley, cupping her hands before her. "Oh, yeah." Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel slightly. "Nathaniel is very skilled... We got through without killing any guards, or setting off the alarms." She brushed loose curls behind her ear. "How was working with Conrad and T'Chioke?"
Once Frankie asked, she pursed her lips slightly. Her left hand reached out to take Riley's upper arm. "Sorry about that... Not picking you. I wasn't thinking. I was distracted by attractive men." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she playfully nudged. "Of course, you'd be the only man in my life if I was your type." She giggled. Of course, she wasn't going to say anything more than that. Riley's sexuality was not something for her to speak about openly. It wasn't her secret to share. But simply said, she isn't his type. As to the implications of that... It could simply be because she's blonde.
"Next time, promise." Frankie draped her arm across Riley's shoulders.
"Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here!"
Frankie scoffed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Guess us women aren't invited. Typical." She pursed her lips, shaking her head towards Phoebe. "Whatever... Guys suck anyways," she said sarcastically. "Well... Not all of them." She bumped Riley with her hip, but her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel briefly, before quickly looking back towards her current company.
***
Of course, Astrid didn't seem like she appreciated Ross' intervention in taking out the bullet. No surprise there. He figured that would happen. But, in all honesty, if the stubborn brunette wanted to believe it or not, it's easier if someone else took care of it. So, Ross would deal with the evil sideways glances.
“Thank you for your wisdom, doctor. Now if anything happens to me you’ll be accountable. Not only for your advice but your involvement,” Astrid said with a warning undertone.
Ross rolled his eyes slightly. "Whatever yeh say, ma'am." He shook his head playfully, before leaving the 'intimidating' Rogers to herself. She'd be fine. He trudged his way over to an open seat next to Wren Wilson. He sighed, slinking down on the seat, resting his head back against the wall. He raised his hands to rub his face, the grogginess really starting to kick in. When he finally moved his hands from his face and opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Petra... But only for a moment before a bald and annoying Mycroft stepped in the way to address everyone.
***
Alfred, Phil and Mycroft finally entered the lobby with clip boards in hand. Mycroft cleared his throat to get the attention of the students. But before he had a chance to speak up, Alfred stepped forward. "Well done everyone. Each one of you has completed the simulation by passing standards. It was nice to see some of you even take advantage of team work —"
"Yes, yes," Mycroft interrupted. "Passing standards hardly, but that is a technicality that I will let slip. You all are alive... And have your envelopes, so I won't knit pick."
By the look on Mycroft's face, he had half a mind to fail some of them but the nice thing about a group of mentors was sometimes his sunny disposition was out voted. And in this case, it looked like Phil and Alfred out voted his disagreements. Phil took a stepped forward, motioning his hand towards the students. "You all may now open your envelopes."
Wren ripped open the lip of the large envelope, and stuck her hand inside. She pulled out a piece of paper, it was thick, on a heavier stock. When she flipped it over, she shot up to her feet. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?"
Alfred moved towards Wren with his hands held out in a slight attempt to calm her. "Please, Ms. Wilson. If you'd calm down, we will explain."
He then looked towards the rest of the students. "Tomorrow evening Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark and Descendant Academy are holding a gala. Many important people will be present to donate to our foundation, but more importantly... Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross will also be there. He among other members of the U.N. will be present. They are attempting to get our Academy shut down or put under military control to be used as a weapon for the U.N.. Similar to the same issues the Avengers encountered following the events of Sokovia."
Mycroft slipped his clipboard under his arm. "I argued against letting the lot of you even be inside the tower during the gala. After all, we need to impress these people. Prove that we do not need government control. But Mr. Wayne and Stark have different ideas."
Phil cupped his hands before him. "They believe that if our students are present and show how well mannered, well behaved and disciplined they are, that it will give us the footing we need to dispute their attempts at containing us."
"Which I know you all aren't. You all are as well behaved as circus clowns." Mycroft said, cold and emotionless. Per usual. "So, you all will go. And if you put a single toe out of order... Not only will you be removed from the gala, you will most likely be removed from the academy as well. Your actions tomorrow night will not only reflect upon yourselves and this academy, but upon your parents as well. If you cannot act like civilized adults, then the worlds defenders will become puppets on strings."
Alfred and Phil both shifted, apparent that they did not agree with Mycroft's brutal honesty or coldness. Alfred gives a halfhearted smile. "We all want you to enjoy yourselves. Socialize, meet some of our benefactors... Dance, take a date. Have fun, just be civilized. We think you all are wonderful and have great potential to do amazing things for the world. We just need to prove it to Secretary Ross and the U.N."
With nothing more to say, the mentors headed towards the elevators. "You're dismissed. We will resume training the morning after the Gala,"[/color] Phil added as the departed.
***
Wren stared down at the Gala invitation. She was furious. She knew it was a training exercise and that most likely whatever was in the envelope was a joke anyways. But this was lower than that. It was like throwing battery acid in a wound. She had half a mind to tear it up and leave it in shreds on the floor. Instead he shoved and beelined her way through her classmates to Jack. With probably more force than was necessary, she slammed the invitation against his chest. "Here. You can fucking have it... I can barely stomach looking at it."
She felt no need to stick around there anymore. Everyone was chatting and making plans for what to do after the simulation, and as far as Wren could tell, she wasn't invited. She walked down the hallway, practically clawing at her suit as she unzip the upper portion. She felt like she was suffocating and her temper didn't help. With a glance down she could see all the wounds in her abdomen more clearly as they healed. Even her sports bra was a lovely shade of blood from earlier.
Instead of having to get in the elevator with the mentors, Wren diverted right and threw open the door to the stair case. It was a long way up, but it wasn't like she got fatigued like everyone else. With a sigh, she dug her hand into her utility belt and pulled out her cellphone. She unwrapped the earbuds and stuck them in her ears, before blasting some music as she slowly trudged up the stairs.
***
Tobias sighed, rubbing his eyes. Although he wasn't prone to outbursts like Wren Wilson, he wasn't any less pissed about the situation. He looked over to Petra with an unamused expression. "How much do you want to bet that invitation... Excludes me." He rubbed the back of his head before pushing off the wall.
His gaze shifted to the departing mentors, and his helmet under Mycroft's arm. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. Tobias' gaze shifted to Petra for a moment, "Excuse me, sorry."
He jogged down the hallway towards the elevator. The doors were about to close when he extended his hand, stopping the metal doors and forcing them to open back up as he continued to approach them. "Xavier!" He stopped several feet from the elevators, his hand still held out to keep the elevator from moving.
Mycroft scowled slightly as he removed the Magneto helmet from under his arm, and held it out towards Tobias. "Next time, just tell me not to bring it," Tobias said as he held out his other hand, causing the helmet to fly out of Mycroft's hand and into his own.
Mycroft cupped his hands before him, with a snide smirk. "Oh, and Mr. Lehnsherr... That invitation excludes children of current terrorist factions."
Tobias remained unwavering at the comment, not giving Mycroft the satisfaction of pissing him off. "I know." He clenched his fist causing the elevator doors to snap shut. And just in case the mentors felt the need to step back out, he motioned his hand upward, sending the elevator into its ascension.
With his helmet in hand, Tobias sighed looking down at it. Not that he necessarily wanted to go to the gala, and the chances of him getting a date were less than likely... He hated the discrimination he felt due to his father. Numerous of the students here were Descendants of villains, but because his was still a major threat, he was treated like scum on the bottom of their shoes. Instead of dealing with the glances and stares if he turned back towards the crowd of classmates, he walked towards the staircase without a glance backwards.
***
Frankie sighed looking between Riley and Phoebe. "Huh..." She couldn't really manage to say anything else. She scratched the top of her head. "Well I couldn't sleep if I wanted to." Her gaze drifted over to Jack and Jaxon, then back to Phoebe. "I think I'm just going to go to my room. You can come if you want, if you're as wide awake as I am. Looks like Hell's kitchen over there has his own plans... Plus, we probably should figure out what we're going to wear," she teased with a slight giggle.
Sure, Frankie wasn't thrilled that the envelope only contained an invitation to the Gala. But she was glad that she could participate and try to help persuade the Secretary of State and U.N. that they are really doing good here. She's worked so hard to get into the academy and succeed. She'd hate to see them become controlled by the government, who doesn't always know what's best and when they should intervene. That would keep them from even helping on the streets. What they don't understand now is crime rates would just rise when they couldn't operate with their own judgement.
So, whatever part she could play in helping them remain they way they are, she would do it. Frankie looked back over towards Nathaniel, seeing him standing alone. "Guys, I'll be right back."
She walked over to Nathaniel, smiling softly. "Hey... Umm... I'm heading up to my room, Phoebe might be coming. I just thought I'd see if you wanted to come hang out with us. You don't have to, just thought I'd offer." Frankie lightly patted his upper arm with a smile. "And good job in their partner." She nodded her head towards him, before backing away and returning to Riley and Phoebe.
"Riley is going to have to let us know all the juicy details boys talk about when the girls are away," she teased, playfully nudging him with her elbow.
***
Great. Not only was Ross woken up during some serious REM cycle shit. All he got out of it was an invitation to some stupid gala where they have to impress assholes who want to control them. And people said the academy wouldn't be fun. At least now he could go to bed. Hell, he didn't even know if he'd go to the stupid dance thing or not anyways. He isn't known for always being on his best behavior.
With a groan, he pushed off he seat, standing up and stretching. Ross' attention was drawn towards Tobias and the mentors. Arseholes. him and Tobias weren't best friends or anything, but that was still shitty. He was half tempted to ask for the tattoo brute to be his date so that he could go... Just to ruffle Mycroft's feathers. In Ross' opinion, showing how Tobias wants to fight for the good guys, even with his father being who he is, would show those government fucks even more that what they are doing is good.
Ross rubbed his head as he walked over to Petra. "Aye, Red." He looked towards the hallway as Tobias disappeared up the staircase. "Ey think, maybe... If Tobias went to the gala, thing... It could really help." He slid his hands into his pockets. "Ya know. Show those government fucks dat even a son of a current threat wants to fight for the good guys."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just thought ya might want ta mention that to 'em... If he went as someone's date, dat technically is a loop hole." Ross motioned his hand towards Petra. "You could always take 'em... Ya know... unless there was someone else ya wanted ta go with."