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Cassius Thompson

"Do as I say."

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a character in “Descendant Academy”, as played by burning

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"Feel my will conquering yours! Hear my voice... look at my eyes. Look at me!"
- Kilgrave




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Cas , Kilgrave , Purple Man

a g e x // xThirty

g e n d e r x // xMale

s e x u a l i t y x // xBisexual

o r i g i n x // xLondon, England

s p e c i e s x // xMutant

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 9 β€” Mental






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x6'3", Cas towers over most, his height both intimidating and alluring.

w e i g h t x // x160 lbs, Lean and muscular, Cas' stature is reflective of his frequent work out regime.

h a i r x // xCas' hair is a deep chocolatey brown, kept long on top but always short at the sides. His signature style is that of a slight quiff, made to look effortless yet sophisticated. It's clear Cas takes pride in his hair.

e y e s x // xAt first glance Cas' eyes are a simple dark brown. However, at a longer glance, you'll come to realise they are, in fact, hazel in colour. The closer to the iris, the more the brown fades into a soft forest green.

o d d i t i e s x // xIt's easy to think that Cas is flawless. By the way that he presents himself you'd never be led to believe otherwise. What Cas doesn't reveal is the large scar that runs down his left side and along his ribcage. This was from an encounter gone terribly wrong with another mutant who was immune to his abilities. It's safe to say Cas tends to avoid those whose own abilities hinder the usage of his.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xThere is no denying that Cas is a truly stunning individual. His bone structure alone is strong enough to have people falling at his feet. While beauty is all well and good, what it doesn't make up for is his vanity. Cas knows just how good-looking he is and is not afraid to flaunt it. Although this is never done in an 'I'm better than you because I'm more attractive' kind of way, Cas has been known to have a rather inflated ego at times. Luckily, that can quickly be brought down by a few quips about his arrogance from those whom he likes enough not to make them punch themselves for such comments. He is known for almost always wearing purple, much like his father.






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P O W E R S

m i n d c o n t r o lx // x The ability to control another person's mind through literal verbal commands and make them completely obedient to Cas, thanks to a virus that's emitted through micro particles in the air. His abilities invade peoples thoughts and will, to the point of making them seemingly not feel emotion while performing his orders although this isn't always the case and in instances where those he's controlling is unable to fulfil Cas' demands, they begin to show severe signs of distress and anxiety. Cas' power also has a time limit of twelve to sixteen hours before his victims begin to regain their own will. Putting him unconscious with surgical anaesthesia will shut down different bodily functions, removing his control over others.


P R O F I C I E N C I E S

m a n i p u l a t i o nx // x Able to get others to almost anything he wants even without the use of his powers, Cas has become only more manipulative the more his powers have grown.
i n t e l l i g e n tx // x While he may look like your stereotypical stupid pretty boy, Cas is actually incredibly intelligent, having gotten a degree in psychology - and not through mind control.
c h a r m i n gx // x Unlike his sociopath of a father, Cas is able to seduce people through more than just his powers.



W E A K N E S S E S

m o r t a lx // x While he may have mutant abilities, Cas is not free from the fear of dying and while his abilities have helped him escape deadly situations many times, that still doesn't mean it's impossible to kill him.
c o m b a tx // x Luckily for Cas, his abilities means he's rarely gotten into physical altercations with anyone. Able to control them and hurt themselves instead, he's found little need to prepare himself for a fistfight.
e n t i t l e dx // x Used to getting everything he wants, it's not wonder that Cas is a particularly entitled individual. If he can't get something using his humanly abilities, he's more than happy to use mind control.



F E A R S

h i m s e l fx // x Cas can get people to do truly horrific and unspeakable things if he wants to, the fact that he even has this ability both scares and delights Cas.
r e j e c t i o nx // x Afraid that if he truly falls for someone they'll reject him without the use of his powers, Cas doesn't tend to form emotional connections with other for this reason.
r a t sx // x They're gross, dirty and spread disease - what's there to like?





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Unlike his predecessor, Cas drips with charisma and charm. A long way from the sociopath his father was, Cas is able to connect with others without the use of his powers. He is the kind of person who others stop to look at when he walks into a room - commanding everyone's attention. Be it down to his good looks or infatuating aura, Cas' presence almost demands to be acknowledged and it is a rare occasion when he is not the centre of attention.

The combination of mind control abilities and a generally alluring demeanour have made Cas a particularly successful manipulator. Although he finds it wrong to use his power for sexual gain, Cas often finds he doesn't really need to use it anyway because men and women alike tend to fall for him, regardless. Unused to not getting his way, Cas can almost be bratty when he doesn't get what he wants the 'moral' way, however he's quick to use his abilities in these instances so people resisting him doesn't tend to work for long. However there are those (though very few) who are not as susceptible to Cas' ability, meaning that he has had to rely on his natural charm to work on occasion, something he finds annoying and yet Cas is particularly intrigued by these individuals.

It should come as no surprise that Cas has a rather large ego. The power that he can exert over people, given the fact he can get almost anyone to do anything for him,
isn't to be taken lightly. Cas could have people bowing at his feet and kissing shoes in the blink of an eye and boy does he know it. This egotistical side to the man is by far his least appealing attribute, and Cas knows it, which is why he tries to keep himself in check and not let this ability of his get to his head. There are rules and boundaries with him, and unlike the previous Kilgrave, Cas isn't frivolous with his usage of it. He chooses his words very carefully in an effort not to inadvertently make someone do something against their will, but there have been times where Cas is simply not in control and that side of his that is far too much like his father, rises to the surface and takes over.

Much like father, Cas is quick to become obsessed with things or people he deems to be truly fascinating. For his old man, it was Jessica Jones, whilst Cas has yet to find that something or someone he's completely blind sighted by. It may not seem like it at times, but Cas is terrified of love - he knows what it did to his father and Cas doesn't want to be torn apart in the same way. Cas is scared that falling in love and then getting rejected by them could truly turn him to villainy, which is why he keeps his heart closely guarded.






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H I S T O R Y


Born to a single mother in the heart of London, Lilith never told her son who his father was. Afraid that Kevin would find out and try to take the child away from her, she kept Cas hidden an ocean away from the evil man who made up half of his genetics. Nothing particularly unusual occurred during Cas' childhood, in fact, he was pretty happy. No one could say no to Cas' sweet little face, meaning he almost always got what he wanted and never got into trouble. Lilith just assumed it was because Cas was so adorable, ignoring the very real fact that he could have obtained his father's abilities.

As time went on, Cas only grew more and more handsome; His abilities increasing alongside. He began to notice that commanding people to do something for him, rather than asking, seemed to get him far better results. Of course, he didn't realise these were mutant abilities, Cas just believed he was a very persuasive young man. It wasn't until he saw the effect he had on someone who was compelled to do what he wanted, but was unable to fulfil these wishes that Cas figured maybe something wasn't quite right.

Confronting his mother, Cas demanded she tell him who his father was - Kevin Thompson, she blurted out. Lilith also begged Cas not to try and find him. For a while, he obeyed her wishes but the curiosity just kept growing. When Lilith fell sick, Cas couldn't help himself, if he was going to lose his mother, he had to find his only other family member out there.

His mother passed away when Cas was twenty-five. Distraught, Cas threw himself even more into attempting to find his estranged father. Finding anything he could that would lead him to his father, someone who had kept themselves hidden from the public eye for years. It was then that Cas stumbled upon the alias Kilgrave. Could that be him? Deciding to go off this one, tiny, hunch, Cas travelled to the address he had found.

Hell's Kitchen, New York City.

However, the man that Cas found was not the father he had long hoped for. By this time, Kevin Thompson was completely gone, he had been entirely absorbed by Kilgrave.
The elder man tried to get Cas to stay with him, learn from him and eventually take over his role, but that's not how his son had been brought up. Perhaps if Cas had been with Kevin his whole life he would have become the same sociopath, but he was raised by a loving mother who taught him to be good. Even if he occasionally dithered from that path, Cas could never stoop so low as to do what his father had done. Nevertheless, Cas stayed with his father for two years, attempting to pull him out of the darkness he had fallen into so deeply. Eventually, he realised that these attempts were futile.

Escaping his father, Cas found himself alone and homeless in a city he didn't know. That was when Alfred came to visit him. Cas had been staying in a small hostel on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen when a kindly looking old man came to see him. Telling Cas that his bosses had been keeping tabs on Cas almost all of his life, Alfred invited Cas to join them in an already well established academy for others like himself. Jumping at the opportunity, Cas feels as though he's simply joining the academy fashionably late.





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Cas' flight from London had gotten in a mere few hours before the Gala was set to begin. While inwardly Cas felt more than a little jetlagged, his face remained as poised and alert as ever. Tiredness was a sign of weakness and Cas will never be seen as weak. As he relaxes against the headrest in the luxury car the Academy had sent to pick him up, Cas gazed out as the city flashed past him. Cas had only seen a tiny portion of America, after arriving here all those years ago. He'd spent so long in Hell's Kitchen, Cas almost forgot that there were other places he hadn't seen yet, New York felt like the entire world to him and the fact that he'd been able to go home and visit his mother briefly before joining the Academy had really brought Cas back down to earth.

"Here we are," The cars interface calls out and Cas turns to look out of the opposite window, "Descendant Tower." He found it kind of bizarre that he had been driven here by a driverless car, but he really should've expected it, coming to an Academy co-run by Tony Stark. "Thank you." Cas says, unsure on whether that was the appropriate thing to say or not as he essentially looked like he was just thanking himself from the outside.

Exiting the vehicle, Cas bends his neck to look up at the huge building, letting out a slow whistle. "I guess this is it." He says to himself as he heads for the large glass doors that led to the entrance. Being buzzed in, Cas is then searched and scanned, "You guys really take this stuff seriously, huh?" He mutters, eyeing the two guards in front of him up. "The safety and security of our students is of the utmost importance." A voice replies from behind Cas, and he turns to face Nick Fury. The man was tall and almost intimidating in stature - or at least he would be if Cas didn't match him in height. Sending the man his best smile, Cas extends a hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Cassius Thompson."

Fury's eyes fall to where his hand stayed, outstretched, before he spoke once more. "Yes, I know who you are - If you would follow these two guards, they'll escort you to your penthouse where you will be able to get ready for the upcoming gala." Biting his lip,
Cas keeps himself from making Fury shake his hand, instead he simply pulls it back and nods. "Of course." Are Cas' last words to Fury before he is marched off toward a set of large elevators. "Is everything here oversized?" Cas queries, gaining no response in return.

Once he arrives at his floor, Cas is let into the place he will be living for however long and can't help but be wowed. Although he had picked out exactly how he'd wanted his apartment to look, Cas never actually expected that they'd do everything he asked. Running his hand over a purple velvet couches arm, Cas turns back to face the guards and grins. "Thanks fellas, I think I've got it from here."

After his two 'escorts' had left, Cas headed into every room, checking them all out and being surprised by what he found each time, despite the fact that he knew exactly what he was getting. "Okay, this is cool." He says aloud, before a voice replies, seeming to come from nowhere. "I'm glad you're pleased with your new living arrangements, Mr Thompson." Cas can only assume this is J.A.R.V.I.S the semi-creepy, semi-cool computer system that ran throughout the building. "You will find a suit has been picked out for you and is hanging on the back of your bedroom door." The man follows J.A.R.V.I.S's instructions and finds his way to the bedroom, grabbing the clothes bag that hung just where J.A.R.V.I.S said it would. "Please change and head to the gala as soon as you can."

"Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S." Cas calls up, unsure of where he was exactly supposed to address the computer."Welcome to Descendant Tower, Mr Thompson." it responds. Slipping out of his current travel clothes, Cas assesses the suit he had been given - typically he'd go for something a little more out there, maybe some velvet or a dash of purple, but hey, beggars can't be choosers and Cas was just glad he had anything to wear. Once he had on the suit, Cas rummaged around in his suitcase for one specific thing; happening upon it before long. Pulling out a silk purple handkerchief, Cas tucks it neatly into the breast pocket.

Dressed and ready to go, Cas finds his way back to those rather imposing elevators and enters the one heading down. Without pressing a button, Cas is carried down, "I assume that's you, J.A.R.V.I.S?" Cas asks, glancing at his watch. "Indeed it is, I hope that I didn't alarm you." Responding with a shake of his head, Cas utters a quick "Of course not." Before the elevator grinds to a halt.

Patting down his trousers, Cas makes sure to place a winning smile on his face before stepping out to face the public. A few women stop to stare at the handsome man whilst some others appear to be attempting to figure out who on earth he is. Walking further into the room, Cas makes a beeline for the bar and orders himself a bourbon. Not one person keeps his attention for long and after a few minutes of casual socialising as he sipped on his drink, Cas found himself bored by the people who surrounded him. Oh how he longed for a little excitement, events like this always ended up losing his interest quickly.

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"Yup, though I sort of wish I wasn't," Caitria said from the other side of the door before opening it to face Wren. "Let's go and try not to fall asleep."

Wren smiled down at Caitria, feeling abnormally tall in heels. But, if she didn't... Well, she'd be tripping over her gown more than she already was. Still, she smirked, offering the blonde her arm like she was a somewhat civilized date. "Well, don't you look hot." She couldn't help but chuckle, seeing as how her friend took her advice with the red.

Once on the elevator, she sighed softly, lifting her left foot to adjust the strap on her stiletto. "Hopefully, we can stay out of those officials' gray hairs for the entire night," Caitria said jokingly.

Wren laughed, tugging at the hems of her sleeves. "I doubt Wade Wilson's daughter is first on their list of friends to make." She looked up at the digital screen above the elevator doors showing their slow decent. "A fucking leash..." Wren scoffed under her breath, tapping her heel on the ground. "Five bucks says if the U.N. gets their way, they'll stick trackers in us... Give us a serial number."

The elevator came to a stop, the doors slowly opening. But Wren just stood there for a long moment, taking a deep breath. "Positive note... No matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk." She nodded her head towards Caitria, before exiting the lift and heading towards the source of the music. "I wonder if I slept with Thaddeus Ross, if that'd be enough and we can all go home?" She chuckled, looking over at Caitria as they entered the large ballroom.

Wren's eyes widened as she took everything in. There were so many politicians in the room that they nearly out numbered the students. She couldn't believe the lengths that the Academy went to, just to prove that we should have the right to work outside the law. They got an orchestra... A mother fucking orchestra. How in the hell was she was supposed to get down to the sound of a violin? She raised a hand to brush back a loose curl, scanning the room for the bar. Her gaze stopped when she not only found the bar, but a tall, dark and handsome drink of water standing beside it.

"...Or him," Wren said with a playful smirk on her face as she nodded her head towards the stranger. She started to walk towards the bar, pivoting on her heels to face Caitria as she walked backwards. "Don't hate me." She blew her friend a kiss, before facing the bar once again, walking towards it with a breath of fresh confidence and attitude.

Wren came to a stop before the counter, a few feet over from the handsome stranger. She raised her hand to get the bartender's attention. "Martini, dirty." As she waited for her drink, she couldn't help but make sideways glances at him. He cleaned up well, like a man who dresses like that on a regular basis. Tall, dark and handsome didn't even begin to describe it. He was taller than her, even with her heels on. He almost had a vampiric type of appearance, even though Wren was kicking herself over that comparison. Her attention was drawn back to the bartender when he served Wren her drink.

After taking a long drink, Wren finally turned to face the specimen of a male. Just as she parted her lips to speak towards him, a voice boomed throughout the hall. "Hello. May I have your attention, please...." Thaddeus Ross, she presumed. "Now, on behalf of the United Nations, I'd like to introduce Wynne Worthington to you." A young blonde... With wings took the spot light besides Thaddeus. Wren didn't know who she was, but she already didn't like her. She looked about as perfect as perfect could be. And well, in any girls' eyes that intimidating and a no go.

"Wynne and her father, Warren Worthington, work with the United Nations to ensure that...powered individuals...such as the good students of the Academy are represented. Although, none of you have joined us - yet - and we're eager to gain some insight into the Academy. Therefore, Ms. Worthington here will be joining you amongst your ranks for a little while."

Wren snorted then quickly took a long drink of her martini. "None of you have joined us... yet" She clicked her tongue in her mouth, letting her gaze fall to her glass, running her index finger along the brim. So now the U.N. is planting their own fucking spies right in the middle of everything. Did that mean Wren was expected to behave perfectly all the time now? That wasn't going to fly. At that rate she might as well let Thaddeus put the noose around her neck right now.

Of course, now Ms. Perfect-Blonde was going to speak. Wren downed the rest of her drink, then tapped the empty glass with her finger, signaling the bartender for another. "Hello. I'm Wynne Worthington, and I'm excited to be joining as a - temporary student, shall we say. I take my responsibilities at the United Nations very seriously, and through this period of time I hope to get to know you better so that I can speak better for your benefit. Thank you."

With a fresh drink, Wren went to leave the bar almost forgetting the gent beside her. She had half a mind at this point to just leave. Maybe he was a plant too? I mean he looked around the same age as the rest of the Descendants but how was she to know if he was with U.N. or not. After all, she's never seen him before, so that gives a pretty strong indication that he may be. Wren took a deep breath, taking a half step towards him. "So... to avoid the risk of putting my foot in my mouth, I have to ask... Are you U.N.?"




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"Yes, of course. A moment, please," Petra responded before disappearing back into her apartment.

"Thanks," Tobias called after her as he waited patiently for her return.

Petra returned promptly, unlocking her phone before handing it to him. "And in exchange... you can help me carry it for the evening, please." She then hooked her hand around his elbow, guiding him towards the elevator. "Deep breath. We'll be there together."

"Yeah," he sighed softly. He let his gaze fall down to the unlocked phone. Tobias hesitated for a moment before tapping his fingers along the screen, and bringing the phone to his ear. "Hey mom, it's Tobβ€”" He was quickly cut off by Mystique who began freaking out and rambling on the phone. "Mom... Mom... Raven!" She finally grew quiet, allowing him to speak his peace. "I don't know if he has my phone tapped. I called you from Petra's..." His gaze drifted over towards her for a moment, before looking back down at the ground.

"Look, I need you to listen to me. You need to leave and go into hiding... Now." He looked up, watching the floor numbers tick by as they got closer to the desired level. "No, no. Just go... I can't tell you, just trust me please... If you need to contact me, call Petra. Just get out, get safe. Don't risk being seen as yourself." He sighed softly as his mother finally conceded. "Thank you... yes, I love you too. Ok, bye."

Tobias took Petra's phone, sliding it into the breast pocket of his blazer to keep it as she asked. He took a long moment before finally looking over at her. He clears his throat. "I'll explain everything to you tomorrow... I promise." He raised his free hand to softly pat hers that rested in the crook of his arm.

As if on cue, the elevator doors open letting the soft sounds of classical music flood from the hall towards them. This was a bad idea and Tobias knew it. Sure, there were other children of villains here at the academy... But, none of them had a parent currently heading a terrorist faction. It's different. "I don't suppose you're ready for this. I'm not," Petra said, vocalizing her nervousness.

Tobias sighed, looking down at her. "Not really." He lead her towards the ballroom, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He came to a stop before the entrance, looking towards Petra one last time. "No matter what anyone says about me... Just let it happen. We... You need to make a good impression and if that means letting the politicians talk poorly about me, then so be it." He didn't want her getting heated because someone says that Tobias is a piece of shit or anything else. He can handle it, he's got thick skin. And this gala is about so much more than his own pride.

With that, he lead them both into the ballroom. To say that the sight of everything was a shock, was a definite understatement. It seemed that the second Tobias crossed the threshold, all the laughter was sucked out of the room like a vacuum. All eyes were on him, drilling into the back of his skull like lasers as she decided to beeline for the orchestra. At least he could pretend to drown out everyone's comments by listening to the musicians play.

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Frankie tried not to nervous fidget too much as she made her way to the bar. Her fingers couldn't stop tapping and wiggling as she stared straight ahead. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard someone come up beside her. "Hey Spidey, good luck."

She gave a weak nervous laugh, looking over at Zach. "Thanks," she gulped trying not to let her nerves overwhelm her. Frankie gave him a feint wave of her fingers before continuing towards the bar. It took her all but two seconds to order Thaddeus' drink, but when it came to her own she was stumped. What the hell should she order? Liquor might make her look like she needs to alcohol to calm herself... Which she does, but she doesn't want to look like it. Non alcoholic might make her look like she's trying too hard to look perfect. Something too fruity or embellished will be a pain to drink without looking like an idiot.

"I'd suggest champagne," the bartender said towards her, almost like he read her mind.

Frankie chuckled, raising her hand to rub her temples. "Champagne, yeah... perfect." She smiled towards the man as he laughed softly, pouring her drink. As she waited she saw more people flood into the hall, some looking ecstatic, others terrified. At least she wasn't the only one. Just as she received the drinks, Thaddeus got up and announced the Worthingtons, along with Wynne's presence at the academy. Frankie hoped that this would be a good thing but something deep down said that it was a test. She wouldn't avoid the girl, Frankie wasn't like that but the fact that the U.N. felt the need to have someone join the academy on their behalf, showed their trust.. Or lack of it.

Once Thaddeus and Wynne were done speaking, Frankie grabbed the drinks and turned around. She was stopped abruptly by a walking wall. Her gaze slowly drifted up until she registered that it was Nathaniel. "Hey Nate," she said softly with a smile. Frankie opened her arms to give him a hug but froze, looking between the drinks in her hands. Instead, she shifted to her tip toes, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "You look handsome."

She smiled towards him one last time before, regretfully, heading back towards Thaddeus. Frankie held his drink out towards him. "Here you go, sir."

"Thank you, Ms. Parker." Thaddeus took the drink, before holding it up towards her. "To the academy?"

"The academy," Frankie said as convincingly as possible before tapping her glass against his.

They both took a drink before Thaddeus decided to take the conversation down a deeper and more pertinent route. "This academy is quite impressive. What are your thoughts on some of the other students?"

Frankie took another drink preparing herself, hoping she doesn't say the wrong thing at any point. "Everyone here has a unique set of skills to bring to the table. We were specifically chosen by Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne because they saw the potential all of us possess. I feel it is a great honor to be here, training alongside them. I've learn invaluable skills here, that I wouldn't have learned else where.... The difference between right and wrong, how to make decisions under pressure, what makes the difference between a hero and a villain β€”"

"Speaking of villains..." Shit. Thaddeus didn't even let Frankie continue her thought before he got down to brass tacks. Of course, this is what he wanted to talk about. The elephants in the room. "I've noticed that a fair amount of students enrolled here are descendants of some notorious villains."

"Well, yes. The founders see the potential in everyone. They don't judge based on parentage... We aren't our parents. I mean if you look at Wanda Maximoff for example, she was on the wrong side, but then joined the Avengers. All people are capable of good as long as they're shown that they are. Everyone here wants to help the world... Not hurt it."

Thaddeus had the decency to listen to her argument objectively. "And what about the Lehnsherr boy? Tobias, is it?" He asked, his gaze drifting over towards the tall tattooed male that stood near the orchestra.

"I have never seen him be anything but chivalrous and polite. People are scared of him because of his appearance and his father... But, I don't think he could kill a mouse. I mean, he came here tonight regardless of others thinking his presence would reflect negatively on the academy. I just think it shows our potential and how everyone is capable of greatness. A second chance to be better than their parents."

"A valid argument. But it could also be argued that it could all be a facade... A mask to make Tobias look like he's not like his father, but in fact he's a plant. The ultimate spy, directly feeding intel to his father." He takes a drink, glancing towards her. He never once spoke in a condescending way, but like adults having a intellectual debate. He was respectable which made this easier for Frankie. "It's different... Compared to someone like Ross McCulloch who is just a human with a fancy gun. His weapon isn't his mind and he could be stripped of it, if need be."

"Yes, that is true. But neither Ross nor Tobias has ever lashed out against another. Tobias may not be an extrovert like Ross but that doesn't make him a bad person."

"And what about this Nathaniel Santos?"

That question caught Frankie more off guard than she had expected. She could feel herself wanting to become more defensive than diplomatic, like someone was attacking her best friend. She took a deep breath trying to remain as level headed as possible. "What about him?"

"Well, his father was feral on venom. It must have passed onto his son."

"Nathaniel is sweeter and more gentle than half of the hero born descendants here. I'd trust him with my life... Regardless of his parentage."

"Hmm," Thaddeus mused as he finished his drink. "Well thank you for your insight Ms. Parker. I hope you enjoy the festivities."

With that, Thaddeus left Frankie to stand there frozen. Did she say the wrong thing? Did she say the right thing? Of course she didn't say the right thing. He just left her standing there like an idiot. Frankie's heart felt like it was in her throat, and her head was spinning. She quickly reached out a hand to grab the back of a near by chair to stabilize her. She took a few deep breaths before downing what remained of her champagne. Why in the hell did the mentors make me do this?




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Riley opened the door, looking dapper as ever. "Ross! Ah, we're going to be the envy of every couple there. Too bad I couldn't get you a nice bouquet of flowers to go with your eyes." Riley then pretended to tuck an invisible flower behind Ross' ear and offer him his arm.

"Ey guess ey can live without da flowers... As long as I've got me honey bunch," Ross says teasingly as his free hand playfully pokes Riley's cheek. It was nice having a friend to go with. Luckily for them, it looks like the severity of the gala kinda dampened the appeal of having a date to the event. After all, it wasn't about going and having a good time. They had to prove they don't need rules, a leash or whatever else the U.N. had to throw at them. But, the moral support of a good friend is always nice to have... Especially when dealing with political pieces of shite.

"Well, everyone must be awaiting our arrival already. Shall we?"

"Ey doubt J.A.R.V.I.S. would let us ditch the ole gala, even if ey wanted to," Ross replied, leading him towards the elevator.

"That would be correct sir. The mentors have made it very clear that every Descendant must be present for the gala."

"Thank ya, circuits." Ross saluted towards the ceiling before pressing the button to call the elevator. He sighed once they both entered the lift and began descending. "Ey wonder how long we have ta stick 'round before we can dip out?"

He looked over to Riley but his question was answered before Riley could reply. "Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne request your presence until our honored guests leave at the end of the evening."

"No one asked da peanut gallery," Ross groaned. He at least liked the tinniest possibility of being able to leave once their presence was severely unnoticed but it looked like J.A.R.V.I.S. was watching them all like a hawk. Go figure. He stood there adjusting his jacket numerous times before the doors finally slid open.

Ross' stomach turned just hearing the orchestral music echo down the hall towards them. Was it too late to drop out of the academy? Run away? Turn to the dark side and become a villain? They all sounded more appealing rather dealing with a bunch of politician idiots try to convince them that they need laws, and rules when it comes to protecting the world. He ran his hands back through his hair a couple times, before looking towards Riley, motioning for him to go first. "Well no turnin' back now."

They entered through the double doors that lead to the giant ballroom. To be honest, Ross wasn't sure if he even knew this was here. It was huge, but he couldn't remember ever seeing it. Then again, he rarely went anywhere aside from the simulation floors and his friends' penthouses. But still, something like this... you think he'd notice it. He stops dead in the entrance, his right hand resting on his abdomen. "Ey think em goin' to vomit... Er ya goin' to vomit? Em goin' to vomit."

Ross was about to take a step into the ballroom and froze when his gaze locked on Petra. God, did she look gorgeous. He always knew she was beautiful, there was no doubt there. But... damn. He should approach her. Offer her a drink, or a dance... Or... No. Maybe just go straight to the bar and get really drunk. No, he couldn't do that either, drunk equals a bad impression on the suits. He continued to toil over what to do. When he realized he was staring, he looked over at Riley like a dumb Scottish idiot. "Ey uh... What do ey do?... Drinks, right? Drinks?"

Maybe Riley could make out some sort of a sentence or something in that somewhere. Hopefully his friend's sanity was more in tact than Ross' and that he understand the scot's gibberish. Or, you know, Ross could just stand there like an idiot for the next couple of hours until the gala was over. If he didn't move soon, he'd probably just black out anyways.

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Cas had spent the short while he'd been at the gala drinking and chatting nonchalantly with random high society women. His eyes drifted around the room as he spoke, and Cas found himself unbearably bored by the uppity people surrounding him. It's mid-thought that Cas notices two women enter the room, their dresses both that of a firey red. His eyes follow the red-head as she makes her way through the swarth of people. Not only did her dress make her stand out, but there was something about those large, saucer like green eyes that contrasted against her flame hair and drew Cas' attention.

When Cas realised she was making her way to the bar, he averted his gaze, so as to not get caught staring. That wouldn't be a great first impression. Instead, Cas turned back to the woman who stood in front of him - he assumed she must be the wife of a wealthy politician or something. Resting an elbow on the bar, Cas ran his eyes over her outfit before flicking back to her face and smiling. "You look lovely Mrs..?" he breathed, placing more of a rasp into his voice as he often did to sound more seductive. It was a weird trick of his, but one that never failed him. "Miss Rhodes." She is quick to interject, letting it be known that she's not married. So, not a politician's wife afterall, interesting.

Cas keeps his sights on Miss Rhodes in front of him, while the redhead orders herself a drink. Best not to seem too eager. It's at this point that Cas' attention is pulled away from both women and toward where Thaddeus Ross stood; behind him was a woman - beautiful,
and she had wings? Intriguing. Captivated, Cas listens to her speech as she mentions that she'll be joining the Academy. Good, Cas wouldn't be the only new kid on the block.

Wynne steps back once her speech is over and the room erupts back into light chatter and Cas follows her as she moves around the room elegantly. This gala had just gotten an awful lot more interesting in the past fifteen or so minutes.

Not forgetting the beautiful woman that stood just a few inches away, fresh drink in hand. Cas is about to introduce himself before she beats him to it, well, kind of. "So... to avoid the risk of putting my foot in my mouth, I have to ask... Are you U.N.?" Taken aback a little, Cas simply lets out a small chuckle at first, unsure of what to respond. His eyes flit back over to where Miss Rhodes stood, looking around her for a new person to approach as it seems Cas had brushed her off. Oops, he wasn't usually so rude to a single woman.

Oh well, the beauty at the bar had taken his attention and Cas was not about to let her walk off, as she looked just like she was about to. "No, I'm not," Extending a hand out for her to shake, he continues, "I'm Cassius Thompson." He introduced himself, yet still kept it vague. Cas liked to keep a sense of mystery about him. He had already figured she was most likely a student at this Academy, and her question only made that more apparent.

Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, Cas really turns on the charm as he places a soft smile on his face. "And who might you be?" Quickly continuing, "Clearly you're not U.N. either - Having such a beautiful agent would be far too distracting." Taking his bourbon from its place on the bar, Cas sips at it, his dark eyes focused on hers as he waits for a response.

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The man chuckled, somewhat melodically, causing the corner of Wren's lips to tug in a slight smirk. Good answer. She couldn't help but allow her gaze to follow his, which turned towards a woman he was previously talking to. Wren quirked her brow towards the woman when they made brief eye contact. She smiled, toasting her drink towards the U.N. whomever. The lady didn't look like she wanted to test the waters, which was smart. Wren was satisfied using her, less than stable, reputation to her advantage every once and awhile.

Wren's eyes were back on the specimen before her, when his gaze moved back to her. "No, I'm not," he replied in regards to his affiliation with the U.N. big wigs.

Her smirk grew ever so slightly as she raised her drink to her lips. "Good answer," she said softly against the brim of the glass before taking a sip. She sized him up as she set her martini down on the bar beside her. Not U.N.. That only meant one other thing, new student. Lucky for her, she'd get to see this tantalizing face more than just tonight. Although, she'd most definitely like to see it in a disheveled mess tomorrow morning.

Her gaze fell towards his hand as he extended it towards her, along with giving his name. "I'm Cassius Thompson." Thompson. Thompson? Where had she heard that name before?

Wren took a slight step towards him, placing her hand in his, never breaking eye contact. "Sorry if I scared off your date." Her gaze flicked over to where the woman once was, but no longer stood. She leaned her head forward slightly, her tone dropping to almost a whisper. "But between you and me, I'm much better company."

When Cassius smiled, Wren couldn't help but mirror it, resting her elbow on the bar beside her. "And who might you be? Clearly you're not U.N. either - Having such a beautiful agent would be far too distracting."

β€œWell well," Wren tilted her head coyly, as her finger traced circles around the brim of her glass. "I thought your mouth might work wonders." She quirked a suggestive brow as she raised her martini to take a sip. "I wonder what other magic it does.” She was skirting around the question, almost enticing a game of cat and mouse. Keep them wanting more. Plus, as much as people would like to say she is, Wren isn't dumb. Mr. Thompson was wanting to be a little mysterious... Two can play that game.

β€œThe fact that you don’t know me makes it all the more intriguing. Not saying I’m a popular person, but I can’t throw a rock without it hitting someone who’s heard something terrible about me." Wren shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant manner. Her reputation did proceed her, and who was she kidding... She liked it. "So, I tell you what, Mr. Tall, dark and…" Her gaze looked him over from head to toe. "mmmm." Her smirk turned seductively mischievous. "Figure out who I am, you can have the honors of my first dance.”

She shifted from leaning against the counter, pushing off against it so that she was standing up right. Her right hand twirling the toothpick in her drink slowly. "And then?..." Wren shrugs her shoulders, pulling one of the olives off the toothpick with her teeth, chewing it as she held his gaze. "Well... who knows?"

With that, Wren began to slowly walk away from the bar. She finally allowed herself to look around the room and saw Jensen with an all too I-know-what-you're-doing face, waving at her dramatically. Wren was tempted to flip her the bird, but remembered she was supposed to 'be on her best behavior'. So, she gave a wave of her fingers with a sarcastic grin that basically said go fuck yourself.

She looked back over her shoulder towards Cassius, pointing her finger that held her drink at him. β€œAnd no mind tricks, purple boy. Cheating is no fun.” Wren smiled towards him with a wink. After some thought she knew who he was. She remembered hearing about his father, Kevin Thompson, on the news sometime ago. Someone Jensen's mom dealt with awhile back. She had no idea if he was as... Bad as his father, but Wren was too fucked up for a Clark Kent type anyway. Cassius had her intrigued. The villainous background only added to his dark, eccentric appeal.

She weaved her way through a few of the tables, making her way towards a vacant one a few more turns away. But, Wren was stopped in her tracks when she couldn't help but over hear the tail end of a conversation. "And thorns." A man's deep chuckle caused her head to turn towards the table to the left where an obvious politician sat with Lilith. "What could they do? Oh I need a band aid, lookout."

If they weren't trying to be on their best behavior, Wren probably would have flipped this penguin suited fuck right on his back, smack dab in the middle of the table. Then let Lilith shove some of her thorns down his throat. Put a bandaid on that. But, today was about behaving herself... That didn't mean turning off her sarcastic veiled threats, right? Wren took a step towards the table, smiling towards Lilith. "Watch yourself Ms. Isley, I may have to take you home myself... Because you look ravishing."

"Hi, I don't believe we've met." Wren extended her hand towards the man, shaking it in a firm greeting. "Wren Wilson, daughter of Wade Wilson." She smirked in a matter of fact way, then pulled out a chair, taking a seat beside Lilith, across from the patronizing asshole. She couldn't help but notice the man's demeanor shift in an uncomfortable way. This guy knew who she was. Perfect. Now, he'd probably try to ass kiss. Should be hilarious.

She couldn't help but let her gaze drift over towards Cas as she crossed her legs. She leaned forward, placing her elbow on the table. Her eyes shifting towards the man before her as she rested her chin on the back of her hand. "Did you know that some of the most dangerous creatures in the world are the most beautiful?" She raised an inquisitive brow as she took a sip of her drink.

"What?... Like poison dart frogs?" The man chuckled, leaning back in his seat unimpressed. "Unless, you're hiding a dozen of those in that dress..." His gaze drifted lower on Lilith towards her chest.

Wren snapped in front of his face, motioning her middle and index finger towards her eyes. "Eyes up here, pal." She downed the rest of her drink, setting the empty glass on the table. "And, no. I don't mean frogs." This guy was the reason she hated people. They're dumb and degrading, and needed a bullet between the eyes. "I take it you haven't heard of death by a thousand cuts?" She quirked her head to the side. "Thorns do cut people, don't they Lil?" She turned her head towards Lilith with a smug grin, before looking back towards the man. "Bandaids aren't meant to go everywhere," she said, motioning her index finger up and down the male.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

β€œSteal away,” Lilith said with a quirked brow. β€œAnd Wren, always a pleasure.”

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Red - Petra."

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

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

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

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

At least that's what she told herself.

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


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

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

Straight people can be so nuts sometimes.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BOOM!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BOOM!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take him." Someone else says.

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Cassius Thompson
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Wren woke with a horrible crick in her neck. She tried to move her right hand to her jaw so that she could pop her neck, but her hand didn't move. It was restrained. She groaned, keeping her eyes shut. What kind of night did I have? She felt like absolute hell, and from what she could tell, her hands were tied up. Cas must have turned out to be a freak in the bed orβ€”

Then it hit her. Like a monstrous tsunami to the face, it smacked her back to reality and her eyes shot open. Head wounds always left her brain fuzzy, no doubt someone breaking her neck would do the same thing.

Wren's eyes darted to either of her hands, they were still attached but restrained. Her arms were held out to either side of her, spread like a bird. Thick metal brackets pinned them to the walls. She groaned, pulling against the cuffs with all the strength she had and nothing. Of course, she didn't have the strength of someone like the hulk, but she'd able to break out of standard metal restraints.

Wren had been captured pretty early on into the Hydra's attack. For the best of her knowledge, she thought she was the only one. But, once she stopped freaking out about her own situation, she finally let herself take in her surroundings. Wren inhaled sharply when she saw others with her. She could handle going through something like this alone, but it is a whole new ballpark when others are involved.

Frankie, Lilith, Caitria, Ulrich, Alec and... Cassius.

She sat there in silent shock. Hydra knew what they were doing, and that was scary. Everyone of them was restrained and bound in just the right ways that would refrain them from being able to use their abilities to escape. They all looked like they were part of the prom from hell.

Wren looked at Lilith who sat across from her. She tried her best to smile, even though it was probably evident that it wasn't the most sincere smile. "I saw you kicking ass back there. Your training is showing... But, when we get out of here, I'll have to teach you how to get out of a choke hold." Her gaze then drifted over to Alec. She didn't really know what to say to him, just looked at him as she tried to keep herself from freaking out.

As Wren's memories slowly started to piece together, the more furious she got. The next thing she remembered was the harpoon. A mother fucking harpoon... Right through the chest. Her gaze fell to her chest, where the abdomen portion of her dress was ripped to shreds. It must have done a number on her because large spider shaped wound was still healing. Within another hour or so it'd be back to normal, but it was definitely the worst injury she's ever sustained... Aside from her neck being snapped.

Then everything that happened before the explosion slowly came back. She remembered dancing, and actually being somewhat happy to be at the gala which was not expected when she went. Wren slowly looked over at Cas, her brows furrowing as she frowned slightly. His restraints didn't look all that spectacular, probably iron, unlike her own. After all, it's not like he had super strength so he didn't need a special arrangement like some of the rest of them. But what he did have that the others didn't, was a gag. How in the hell did Hydra even know about him? Cassius was so new to the Academy, that everyone else in the room wouldn't even know who he was. But somehow Hydra knew, and they had him here.

She got a brief flash of a thought, hearing him call after her in the middle of all the chaos. Did he try to save her? No one tried to save Wren. Her and Mia Cage were some of the most indestructible people at the school. It's was usually assumed that they could handle their own. Wren stared at his arm which had a haphazard bandage around it that was stained crimson. She sighed softly. "I told you to hide," she said quietly to him. "Are you ok?"

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She couldn't fight the tears that started to run down her cheeks as she continued to struggle against the restraints. Images of the previous night flashed through her head like snapshots going from a dance to the hell that she was in now. Frankie's memories froze on the sight of Nathaniel, falling to his knees when he couldn't save her. The sadness she saw his in his eyes overwhelmed her. "I will find you, Francita. I promise."

Frankie slowly gave up, her thrashing and seizing until she sat there with her head hung in defeat. She sniffled back the tears. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Overreacting wasn't going to help anything, but how could she not? After a moment, she raised her head to look around the room. "Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" Her eyes searched all of them for any answers they might have. Although she could guess what the answer was, she still hoped someone knew more than she did.

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Tobias slowly woke up, his head dizzy and sightly fuzzy. He tried to sit up but before he could even shift, a hand was on his shoulder holding him down against the bed. "Mr. Lehnsherr, you can't make any sudden movements or you'll tear your stitches."

He groaned, looking down at his abdomen. Tobias blinked the grogginess from his eyes as he tried to focus. Bandages were wrapped around his bare torso where he last remembered seeing blood and a piece of glass protruding from his side. He moved his hand to run his fingertips along the wrappings, furrowing his brows slightly. He sighed softly, looking back over to the hand that had held him down, meeting the gaze of a concerned nurse.

"You're going to be fine. The mechanism they put you in pushed the piece of glass further into your side. You suffered some minor internal bleeding, bumps and bruises, but nothing that won't heal over time."

Tobias nodded his head, keeping his hand on his side focused on the field of white that broke up his tattooed abdomen. His gaze slowly drifted to look around the medical wing. Honestly, Tobias had never stepped foot in this part of the academy. He never had to. All the simulations were relatively safe and any injuries he sustained were minor enough to just use a simple first aid kit. The room was stark white, with large windows that looked out over the harbor. But, most of the view was blocked by cranes and construction equipment as work had already begun to fix the hole in the side of the tower.

He looked around the large room, countless beds filled with the injured bodies of his classmates. Many faces he recognized populated the room, and obvious ones were missing. What calm he had started to fade away when he noticed the absence of a particular red head. Disregarding the nurse's warning, he sat up abruptly, holding his side with a groan. He tried to get out of his bed, but was stopped. "Where are the others? Where's Petra!?"

Tobias refused to sit down, nervously scanning each bed again and again, even checking the unharmed students lingered in the room to keep an eye on injured friends. Or maybe they didn't feel comfortable being alone at that particular moment. After all, who would be able to sleep after that? But she wasn't to be found. No red hair anywhere. He reached out his free hand to grab his cell phone on the table beside his bed, quickly cursing when he realized it was hers. "No, no. Where in the hell is she?"

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Ross was out cold. But when he heard Tobias becoming irate in the bed to the left of him, he woke up. Ross looked like death. He didn't get the worst of it like some of the others who were shot or whatever else. But, all of his injuries were cosmetic making him look like the shit end of an elephant. A white plastic form was taped over his broken nose. It didn't hide the deep shades of blue and purple that colored his cheeks and wrapped under his eyes. His left eye was nearly swollen shut with the same sickening color. With any movement of his mouth he felt the split in his lip threaten to reopen.

He could barely open his left eye as he turned his head to look towards Tobias. The tattooed male looked in fairly good condition other than the bandages wrapped around his torso. HIs injuries had to be more internal based on the nervousness of the nurses as they tried to get him to lay back down in his bed. Ross groaned as he placed his hands on the sides of the bed, pushing off of the mattress so that he was sitting up. Breathing hurt, like needles were poking his lungs. He looked down at his bare chest seeing a similar wrap around his own torso, but it wasn't stained with blood. Broken ribs maybe?

Tobias looked over toward Ross, his eyes wide when noticing the Scot was awake. "Ross! Where is Petra? Did they take her?"

Like an alarm in his head, Ross' mind flashed a siren. "Shite!" Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped the IV from his arm. He stumbled out of his bed, knocking over a tray as he caught himself against a table.

Nurses quickly hurried to his side, trying to steady him and move him back into bed. "Mr. McCulloch, you must stay in bed."

Ross, shoved their hands away, pushing past the nurses. "Aye will, just move." It seemed the more nurses he pushed past, the more congregated in front of him. "Move!" They didn't, instead speaking all their calming words as if he was in shock waking up in the hospital. He didn't have the time to explain himself. So, before they could get their hands on him, Ross turned and hurdled Tobias' bed, being sure to jump over his legs and nothing important.

"Sorry, mate!" he called back toward him as he sprinted out of the room in only hospital pants. Every corner he turned, Ross nearly lost his footing and balance, often slamming into the wall with a painful groan. His bare feet smacking against the tiled floors echoed throughout the halls as he ran. He ignored the flaring pain in his chest as his breathing became labored. Ross was terrified the mirror was gone or thrown out. No one would have known there was anything different with that compact compared to any other. Only he would know.

He reached the staircase, taking each flight in a step or two. Ross didn't bother waiting on an elevator. It would take too long and knowing J.A.R.V.I.S., the fucking A.I. wouldn't let him leave the floor and the nurses would quickly catch up with him. As he turned down the hallway towards the ball room, debris littered the floor and caution tape covered the doors. Ross tried his best to tip toe run through the debris, not particularly wanting to cut his feet.

"Mr. McCulloch, this part of the Academy is currently off limits for repairs. If you proceed any farther I will have to alert the mentors."

"Oy, shut up ya fackin' computer," Ross shouted toward the ceiling, waving his hand as if to dismiss the A.I.. He slammed his shoulder into the closest door, throwing it open. The room looked like an utter and complete disaster, but not as bad as it had the night before. The construction crew had already started to clean out all the debris, and there were no longer bodies littered throughout the room.

The closet construction workers froze where they stood, turning to look at Ross. Some dropped what they did, and came at him like trying to catch a cornered wild animal. "Have any of ya found a small compact mirror?" he asked as his eyes frantically searched the room.

"Sir, I think you're just in shock. Would you like to take a seat and we can get you help?"

Ross smacked away one of their hands as they reached out for him. "Don't touch meh unless ya want a broken hand!" The men weren't dumb and knew what building they were in. They didn't know who Ross was or what abilities he possessed, but they didn't seem like they were willing to test it. Smart move.

He pushed past them, trying to scratch the recesses of his mind to remember where she was when he threw the mirror. Ross froze, pressing his finger tips to his temples as he closed his eyes. He let the events of last night replay in his mind until it clicked. He sprinted across the room towards an over turned table. He flipped it out of the way his left hand, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the mirror intact on the ground. He quickly picked it up and flipped it open. Ross then slid his right hand through the mirror, holding it out into the mirror dimension. "Red! It's meh," he said, motioning his hand in a come hither motion. "Come on, take me hand."

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Cassius Thompson
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Mia had awoken before many of the others in the infirmary, having only sustained swollen ribs and a bruised eyebrow bone, she had seemingly gotten off lightly compared to many of the other descendants. The nurses had laid her while unconscious on a daybed of sorts, needing the actual hospital beds for those more injured - such as Zachary. Since she came to before him, Mia had refused to leave his side, finding herself a seat at his bedside.

The nurses had tried to coerce her into having a shower and grabbing a change of clothes from her penthouse but Mia refused, watching as Zachary slept as the hours passed. She too tried to get some rest in, but her mind was too focused on the previous nights mayhem that she couldn't drift off. Eventually she was brought a pair of scrubs to put on in place of her badly battered and ripped outfit, since she refused to leave and get her own clothes.

Touching her eyebrow, she winces slightly, obviously she hadn't obtained any cuts or grazes from the fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have a nasty looking bruise. For now, it shone red and swollen, but Mia knew full well that by the end of the day it would have deepened to a gross yellowy purple.

Sighing, Mia turns her attention to the others in the room. Having never been to the infirmary before (why would she need to?) Mia found the stark white walls and almost overwhelming smell of cleaning solutions overpowering, contrasting the bruised and beaten faces of her friends, many still unconscious. Noticing that Tobias and Ross seemed to be awake, Mia almost wanted to go over and talk to them about what they had experienced last night, despite not being particularly close - or even really friends - with either of them.

However, before Mia is able to get up from her seat, she sees Tobias frantically calling out, asking about Petra. Mia hadn't seen the redhead at all since she'd been awake, which lead her to believe that perhaps she was taken along with the others. God, how many of them had Hydra gotten?

Watching Ross yank the drip from his arm and set off sprinting was shocking for Mia; she'd never seen him move so fast. What was he doing, did he really think that he could run after the helicraft? Mia knew full well that they were long gone. Mia's mind buzzed with so many questions, she wanted to immediately start searching for those that had been taken, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Zachary - wanting to be the first one he sees when he wakes up. Hopefully that would bring him some kind of comfort.

Looking back down at her friend she sighs once more, he had sustained quite a few injuries, including a couple broken ribs. Pushing a strand of his black hair from his face, Mia watches him sadly for a few moments, "Please be okay." She whispers, voicing her prayers out loud.


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When Cas came around, he couldn't understand where he was. Hunched up against a wall, all the pain of the previous night came back to him and Cas groaned in pain. His left eye was puffy and hard to open - something he could thank being hit in the face by the butt of a gun for. And why could he barely swallow, was he gagged?

Trying to talk he realised that no sound would come out, those clever bastards really knew what they were doing. Gagging him so he couldn't use his abilities against them. His hands were shackled to the wall, no matter how hard he pulled Cas was only human and could not break himself free.

It took Cas a solid few minutes to realise he was not alone in the dimly lit room, glancing around at unfamiliar faces until his eyes landed on her, Wren. What had come over him last night, why did he try so hard to save her? Cas didn't even know Wren, why did he feel the need to run after her like that?

Wren finally turned to look at him, confusion written all over her face. "I told you to hide," she whispers to him. "Are you ok?" Cas wished more than anything he could talk to her, and explain that he couldn't just watch them take her - or maybe he would just be a cocky asshole as usual - though having the ability to speak was a luxury the man had not been afforded. Instead all Cas could do was nod in response, feeling a pain in his neck as he does so from the awkward angle he had been placed in upon arrival.

He knew it was stupid to want to ask if she was okay, Wren Wilson could survive just about anything. Nevertheless, being fucking harpooned has got to have hurt. Cas knew that if he had just hidden then the Hydra soldiers would have taken him for another U.N. official and left him alone, but of course seeing his powers in action it was hard not to figure out he was Kilgrave's son. Now they were both stuck here together, shackled to the wall in a prison god knows where.

Cas' attention is taken from Wren by another woman, thrashing about in her restraints. Was that Frankie Parker? She was practically the poster girl for all things good and wholesome, the face of the mutant campaign. Watching the tears stream down her face, Cas very nearly rolls his eyes. Now was not the time for crying, now was the time for getting the fuck out of here. Of course, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for her too, sweetness practically radiated from her, if anyone deserved not to be here - it was Frankie Parker.

"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" She asks, before sighing deeply, "Please tell me no one died..." Cas wants to respond, but he can barely breathe. Whoever tied the gag around his mouth clearly has a personal vendetta against either him or his father because Cas was practically being choked by the thing.

Cas barely recognised anyone else, Poison Ivy's daughter was here, the one Wren had been talking to a mere few moments before everything kicked off. Most of the others were unfamiliar to him, I must brush up on my mutant knowledge Cas thinks to himself, trying to lighten his own depressing mood since he couldn't talk to comfort others.

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Ulrich woke with a start and was met with a bite into his wrists. He glanced up to his restraints and the wall and tugged with more force but he was dry of his strength. He was dry on all his powers. Ulrich gave a glance downward at himself, the bullet holes through his tux and blood stains. He prayed no one brought special attention to it because if you could bleed, you could be killed and he much preferred to be seen as something indestructible. It was safer for everyone that way.
Ulrich finally took in his company. He knew he wasn't alone but his priority was himself and since any initial escape plan hadn't worked...he might as well have seen other unfortunate prisoners.
Lilith, Wren, Alec, Caitra and...some guy.

"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy? Please tell me no one died..."

Ulrich smiled. It was good for Frankie to maintain a sense of humor even in a dull situation but seeing the others less pleased expressions and looking back to Frankie, he realized maybe it wasn't a joke. His smile faded. "Only those that deserved it or weren't smart enough to duck," he assured. And those that weren't smart enough to duck when bullets went flying deserved it. If there wasn't that general smarts in people then they were no big loss on the world. "From what I heard, Nathaniel ripped up some of the men. Literally I heard it. The crack, snap and screams of agony." Ulrich reported animatedly and smirked at the memory fondly. Nathaniel did good even if it was some venomous beast that possessed him temporarily or whatever his situation was.

Ulrich's eyes washed over the others once more. It was quite a mix they picked up. Wren, a deadly and super assassin; Lilith, a manipulator of plants and toxins; Alec, a magician. This newer face he had no clue but the gag in the mouth seemed rough. Some verbal or audio control maybe or maybe he was just giving their captures a tough time. Then...Ulrich stooped his head a little to check Caitra. Even the likes of her speed couldn't get away and she was rather quiet. "You okay? How'd they manage to catch the second speediest person?"
He teased but there was some truth and concern behind his question. Allen was smarter and fast...she must have tried to play hero to get caught.

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Astrid was one of the first to come around but she stayed seated watching Mia by Xavier's side as an ice pack was pressed to her jaw and she clutched her shoulder. She had been offered pain killers, but with her metabolism the amount to actually kill the pain would risk putting her in a drowsy state and she needed to be their for the others. She needed to be alert.

When they started to come around, most of them freaked or barked what was happening or where certain people were. Understandably.

β€œGuys, collect yourselves,” Astrid said, barely covering her grimace as her left cheek radiated pain. The staff were just doing their job, in fact aiding them to the best of their ability and being in hysterics wasn't going to help anyone. Not those taken or those laying in beds still recovering.

β€œWe got to screw our heads on right before we can help anyone else,” she told them. Of course it was frightening for people to be taken right under their noses, for their fortress to be invaded. Astrid felt the panic and anxiety too. But in this moment, composure was important and in the case of throbbing headaches, they shouldn't have been yelling across to each other.

Astrid gently prompted the nurse away to spend her efforts elsewhere.

She did a head count and noticed there were few more than she thought that were missing. Taken, she mentally corrected herself. They couldn't have been dead because Hydra would have come in using lethal force from the beginning. Wren, Lilith, Ulrich, Alec, Caitra, Frankie. β€œOh, Frank.” The pit of her stomach dropped and Astrid held herself. Wren had a mouth and was gifted in antagonizing people. Ulrich had a god complex, Lilith had a sadistic queen complex. Alec could be a little lippy. They would make the most of being prisoners. The other two were least deserving and likely wouldn't provoke torture.

Astrid steadily strode between the rows and rows of beds to check how her peers were coping and the UN officials, though in honesty they were far less of a priority. She got to the entry of the infirmary and froze. Her shield was there, propped against the wall painted in hydra colors and the star replaced with their symbol. A skull with six tentacles emerging from it in red and black. β€œI don't suppose you know who did that?” she questioned through clenched teeth.

A nearby nurse shook her head. β€œNo, sorry. There's been lots of people coming in and out.”

Astrid stared at it for some time before lunging to it and flipping it around. Her eyes couldn’t bear into the taunting hydra symbol. Her fists clenched by her sides.

The more she processed the worse things appeared. Hydra struck when the academy hosted an event for the UN. They only abducted some students. Astrid clutched her hair. How much was orchestrated and how much was luck? They would only be able to put their heads together once they were composed enough.



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Lilith woke up gasping and immediately went to feel her own throat. Her fingers tentatively inspected the damage she couldn't see, but she could feel it. One little touch sent her hand retracting. She imagined she must have modeled a blue and purple neck and not in any steamy way.

Lilith then saw her chains and some of the others. She had a little leeway at least being the weak link of the group which was a perk and insulting all the same. She twiddled her fingers trying to prompt some green to help her out but her powers were a no show.

Her eyes met Wren's and she instinctively mirrored her poor smile. "I saw you kicking ass back there. Your training is showing... But, when we get out of here, I'll have to teach you how to get out of a choke hold."

It didn't feel too wrong to genuinely smile then. And something else hit her, pride. Only a smudge because clearly she wasn't good enough to get out of an ox's choke hold. β€œThank you,”
she replied though the words were barely audible. Lilith tried to clear her throat. β€œHe was a monster in size so I look forward to your teachings,” she croaked.

Just as she said it, she wished she hadn't. Her eyes saw - and couldn't unsee Wren's large spider-shaped scar and what tried to remain of her dress on her abdomen. Lilith got choked by a big guy, big whoop. Wren got...god knows what. Hog-tied or something.

"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" Lilith turned to Frankie then took a look around for anyone that wanted to pipe up. Mr. Smooth Talker was present and by default he couldn't say anything. Lilith shrugged as response in case she was expectant on her for an answer. "Please tell me no one died..."

She almost thought about answering Frankie since no one else helped the girl with peace of mind, but she was too late. "Only those that deserved it or weren't smart enough to duck." Lilith shook her head, unable to help the smile that passed her lips. She couldn't have said it better herself, but for Frankie, it was probably best to divert from the truth a little. "From what I heard, Nathaniel ripped up some of the men. Literally I heard it. The crack, snap and screams of agony," Ulrich continued.

Yes, I had to play hopscotch over the different body parts flying out of the cloud of smoke, she had half a mind to chime but mercifully did not. Besides, her vocals weren’t feeling great and Bane wasn't the only one dropping bodies.

Around her conversation seemed to change to individual 'are you okays?', 'how'd you get caught', 'I care about you' so she closed her eyes and strapped in for damsel in distress. She had no role in such conversations. Lilith also had a half mind to inquire who Wren's plus one was, but she figured it would be a little unfair since he couldn't speak for himself, whether that be truth or lie.

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Frankie, Lilith, Wren, Ulrich, Alec, a new dude, and herself. Hydra certainly knew exactly what they were doing; taking some of Academy's most powerful captive.

"I saw you kicking ass back there," Wren spoke first, directing her words towards Lilith. The redhead looked terrible, like she was throttled a thousand times and thrown to the pits of Hell each time. Despite that, Caitria didn't worry too much about her friend, as horrible as it sounded; Wren would definitely heal. Perhaps that's why she managed to be captured - Wren seemed so invincible that no one ever tried to save her, thinking that she would never need it. Caitria knew that why no one attempted to go after herself was because of the same reason; after all, if Caitria was as fast as her reputation claimed, it seemed that she would be able to escape anything. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

"You okay?" Ulrich's words interrupted Caitria's stream of thought. "How'd they manage to catch the second speediest person?" Caitria cracked a small smile at the teasing in his tone, but she could tell that Ulrich was genuinely concerned.

"It was a preschool trick," Caitria responded wearily. "The simplest thing ever; a device that's attracted to an excess of kinetic energy. It's like a magnet, sticking to whatever's exuding the most kinetic energy within a certain area and using that very kinetic energy to power itself. The cycle repeats." Caitria sighed. "It's really stupid, 'cause this isn't anything new - my dad encountered similar things multiple times, and he never ended up in a situation like... this." Caitria's own words emphasized the group's somber surroundings.
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Andrew felt stuck in a perpetual state of sleep paralysis. He felt awake - he knew he was on a makeshift hospital bed, and that there was an IV attached to his arm. However, as much as he tried, he couldn't open his eyes, nor move his limbs. He couldn't control his breathing either; his breaths were typical of any sleeping person, and that felt suffocating to Andrew.

The brunette man tried to calm his mind as he attempted to regain command over his body. Finally, he grasped onto a bit of control, being able to take deeper breaths and move his left leg slightly. However, the sensation slipped from Andrew's grasp just as quickly as it came.

Andrew struggled to keep in touch of his senses; finally, complete and utter control washed over his as he shot up from the hospital bed, head spinning and gasping slightly. He turned his head, almost jumping back when he caught sight of Riley at the edge of his bed.

Andrew scanned the room and the aftermath of the chaos that took place. After a few moments, he turned his head to face Riley. "What the hell happened?"
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Thaleia's eyes shot open abruptly. She took a few moments to recover before narrowing her eyes, scanning the room - it wasn't pretty. She glanced at the IV in her right arm, before moving her gaze to her vitals on the nearby screen. Normal, for the most part. Thaleia nonchalantly ripped the IV out of her arm, slipping out of the makeshift hospital bed. She glanced at the others; compared to practically everyone else, Thaleia was in excellent shape. It was the damn speedster. Although she'd never admit it, Thaleia was in debt.

Speaking of the speedster, Thaleia couldn't see her anywhere in the room. She caught sight of a nurse and walked briskly towards her. "Hey."

The nurse turned around, a look of shock on her face. "Ms. Castle, what are you doing up and about? You're supposed to be resting!" Thaleia shrugged off the nurse's remarks before gripping her shoulders harshly. A look of fear flashed in the nurse's eyes for a split second.

"Where's Caitria Allen?" Thaleia demanded cooly. A look of recognition washed over the nurse's face, before an expression of pity replaced it. Thaleia narrowed her eyes, barking out, "What?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Castle," the nurse said gently, "but Caitria Allen was one of the few taken captive by the enemy forces, along with Wren Wilson, Lilith Isley, Alec Constantine, Ulrich Zod, Francis Parker, and Cassius Thompson."

Thaleia narrowed her eyes. "Flash Junior could win a prize for being the best at running away," she stated coldly, "and Deadpool's basically a murder machine. What the fuck happened to them? And who the hell is this Cassius Thompson?"

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Wren was happy that she managed to make Lilith smile. Considering their situation, a smile wasn't something to be expected of anyone. β€œThank you,” Lilith said quietly. It was obvious the choke hold from the night prior took more of a toll on her than what met the eyes. β€œHe was a monster in size so I look forward to your teachings,” she croaked.

The red head chuckled weakly, followed by a groan as she tried to break free of her binds yet again. "Eh, you have nothing to worry about. Getting out of a choke hold isn't about strength or their size... It's all about body movement." Wren probably would have wiggled her hips seductively at the comment of body movement, but she wasn't moving anything anytime soon restrained the way she was.

Her brows knit together as she tried not to look too sullen at the sight of Cas. Wren couldn't imagine having her voice taken from her. Everyone knew she rarely ever shut up, it wasn't a special ability, just her annoying quirk. But God did she wish he listened to her. No one knew who he was, and there was no way Hydra knew. He could have hid under a table and waited it out. But that didn't happen, and here he was.

Cassius nodded in response to her question. He might say he's ok, but to Wren's eyes he didn't look ok. Not that he would die from blood loss from a wound there. But there was still the possibility of infection. She studied his face for a moment, noticing his gaze fell to the whole in her gown and the remnants of the harpoon that skewered her like a wild boar. The spider legs of the wound stretched across her abdomen. They were blue and purple surrounded by a halo of sickly yellow. It was healing, but far slower than she usually healed. She sighed softly, looking up at Cas. "I'm ok... 'Tis but a scratch," Wren said with her best British accent and a weak smile.

Wren sighed, glancing around at the others. Then her eyes stopped on Alec who sat across from her. She pursed her lips, stretching her legs to try and bump his foot with her own, but he was too far away. "Hey," she said quietly to get his attention. Wren could tell by the look on his face that he was a deer in headlights. Somehow, someone as cool and collected as Alec seemed more freaked out than Frankie... Who honestly always seemed level headed as well. "Alec... It's going to be ok. We'll get out ofβ€”"

Her attention was drawn toward the entrance of the cell when a group of three Hydra soldiers, unlocked the door. One by one they filed into the small quarters, sizing up each and every one of them. Wren watched as they seemed to be deciding which one of them they wanted. "Those two look like they're ready to break right now," one said motioning toward Alec and Frankie.

"Yeah but that one," another added pointing at Cassius. "If we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier." He hooked his fingers on his belt. "Then we can just kill them all and be done with it."

The other guard nodded his head, and started to walk toward Cas, reaching for the keys hooked to his belt. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson."

Wren didn't like the sound of anything the Hydra soldiers were saying. Her hands began to tug against her restraints as they started to walk past her and go for Cas. They were right. If they broke Cas, all he'd have to do is say the right words to each of them... And they'd have no choice but to obey. But more than that... She feared for him. Why though? She barely knew him, yet the thought of those Hydra fucks taking him boiled her blood.

Before she could help it, Wren was shouting out toward the guards. "Hey!" She aggressively thrashed in her binds, kicking and groaning. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... Then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!"

The solider froze just before he went to unlock Cas' binds, turning his head toward Wren. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"You, ya fuckin' pussy!" Wren hissed at him, then spat in his face.

Without hesitation, the solider had his hand around Wren's throat. But she only laughed and smiled up at him as his grip tightened, making it harder for her to breath. "Listen here you little whore," he growled down at her with his face close to hers. "Say one more thing, and I'll drag that perky little ass of yours out by your hair."

Wren smirked through her strained breathing, not showing her strain. She stretched her neck, leaning her head up to meet the solider's as best as she could until her face was an inch from hers. "Go. Fuck. Yourself." Wren then lunged forward. Her teeth snapped around the tip of the man's nose. As he pulled away, she bit down harder until a piece of his flesh tore from his face, caught between her canines. She then spit the skin back at him, her mouth stained by his blood.

"You bitch!" he screamed out, bringing his hands to cup his nose. A crimson tide slowly started to flow from between his fingers, and stream down his neck.

Wren grinned as the blood clung to her gums and dripped from her bottom lip. Out of anger, the Hydra soldier raised his leg, landing a loud and forceful kick to her jaw, breaking it on contact. She let her head dangle as she tried to catch her breath. Wren was no longer able to talk, barely able to move her mouth. A broken jaw was a new one for her, no doubt it'd heal soon, but it didn't feel good. With her jaw cocked to the right, drooping low and at an awkward, unnatural angle, she tried her best to smile up at him.

"Get her!" He ordered the other soldiers as his hand still held his nose.

"But, what about Kilgrave?" one asked, motioning over his shoulder toward Cas.

"Fuck him. Obviously, Ms. Wilson here wants to be first."

"But she heals... Torturing her would be pointless. If we took Cassius firstβ€”"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET HER!"

Without anymore hesitation, the other two soldiers scurried over to Wren. She had their attention, and after all that was what she wanted. She hoped that maybe she could see something about this place that would give her insight on how to get out or something. Worse comes to worse... At least she was the one being tortured and not the others. Wren knew it'd hurt. Just because she could heal, didn't mean she didn't feel it like everyone else. But, out of everyone there, she was the one that could handle it.

She couldn't fight, even if she wanted to. Her jaw snapped back in place just before she looked around at the others. Wren's gaze locked on Alec's and then Cas'. She gave her bravest smile and a wink just before one of the solider's grabbed her head, and snapped her neck. The guard with the bleeding nose grabbed a fist full of Wren's hair and began to drag her unconscious body out of the cell. The other two locked the door behind them as he took her like a hunter dragging his trophy.




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"Only those that deserved it or weren't smart enough to duck," Ulrich responded. That wasn't the answer Frankie was hoping for, nor did that really answer her question. She tensed, as much as humanly possible being restrained and chained to the wall.

"That's not what I meant... Did anyone of us die?" Would any of them know? Frankie could barely keep herself conscious, let alone notice what was happening beyond...

"From what I heard, Nathaniel ripped up some of the men. Literally I heard it. The crack, snap and screams of agony."

Frankie frowned slightly, her gaze falling to her lap, fixated on the torn and tattered fabric of her gown. She didn't notice the screams or anything. But she knew why Nathaniel did it. Everything he did, and everyone he killed was to try to get to her... To try and save her before the Hydra soldiers took her away. And he would have been successful if it weren't for the gun they held to her head. Her stomach turned and knotted at the thought of him falling to his knees with tears streaming down his cheeks.

How in the hell did all of this happen? Where did the academy go wrong? Frankie couldn't wrap her mind around what Hydra wanted, especially with those of them currently locked in that cell. From what she could tell, all of them weren't human. Although she didn't know about the unknown stranger that seemed to know Wren. Everyone that she did know had completely different abilities, and they were all significantly powerful. Why were they wanted though? Hydra had to see how this was a ticking time bomb. All they needed was one of them to get the upper leg and make the right move. Then it'd just be like another one of their simulations... Hydra didn't stand a chance... Or so she hoped.

Frankie was about to ask Wren who this other guy was, but before any words could even threaten to leave her lips hydra soldiers appeared. She tried to remain quiet and brave, even when they pointed at herself and Alec claiming that they were the easiest targets of the group. She wouldn't admit it, but it was probably true. Frankie was on the verge of a mental and emotional break down, and Alec didn't look to be doing any better.

What happened next left her completely and utterly speechless. Frankie just sat in awe as Wren taunted and insulted the hydra soldiers. She didn't know if it was to protect the guy or maybe because in the end... It was nearly impossible to kill her. But, Frankie wanted to tell her to shut up and just be obedient. Wren wasn't like that though. She was never the type to follow the rules. The blonde flinched, looking away when Wren took a piece of the guy's nose between her teeth and tore it off. Frankie coughed, trying not to gag from the sight.

Frankie watched, stunned as they broke her jaw and pried her from her binds against the wall. But of course, in a Wren like fashion, she winked towards them before they snapped her neck. All Frankie could do was watch in horrified silence as they dragged her away by her hair. She could only hope that the next time she saw Wren, she was running back to the cell with keys, a gun... Or something.

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When Ross felt Petra's hand grasp his own, he pulled her through the mirror until she was standing in the rubble that was the ballroom. He glanced down at their hands as he felt a wave of warmth pass from her to him. He didn't know what she was doing. But, whatever it was, it had a slight calming feeling. Kind of like standing under a hot shower after along day. Then she let go of his hand and took a step back. His hand remained frozen and outstretched for a moment, before falling down to his side.

"Are you - okay?" Ross was going to answer. He was fine. A little worse for the wear, but he was alive and would heal. But, when he parted his lips she just continued speaking. "You didn't have to do that. I'm more than capable of looking after myself, and you got yourself hurt for it. That was completely unnecessary." He sighed, but didn't divert his gaze. After all, Ross expected an angry rant from her. It could be expected of anyone at the academy. No one likes being saved because it either makes them feel weak, or think that others perceive them as weak. Of course, it was neither in his eyes, but she didn't know that.

"I could have helped. I could have done something, but you decided to put me in your stupid mirror -" Her words stopped as she sobbed. She then turned her back on him and started to head out of the ballroom.

Ross clenched his jaw, and quickly followed after her. Her caught up with Petra when she was in the hallway. "No. Ya don’ get ta do that!" He gently grabbed her arm, stopping her where she was and forcing her to face him. Ross couldn't give a rat's ass if she was mad at him, but if she was going to be mad at him... She was going to know why he did it. Not whatever she wanted to think.

"Ya think I don’ know that ya could’ve helped? Yeh could kill me with a bat of those gorgeous eyes of yers. β€˜Em not a hero. β€˜Em not gonna save da world some day. People like meh er insignificant compared ta gods like ya." Ross motioned his hand toward her. "Aye would have let ya blast those Hydra fuckers right out da hole they came in through. But, ya didn’t hear what I heard. They were lookin’ for ya. They called out yer fuckin’ name when they saw ya! You were on their list!

"Do ya know who da first person they took was?… Wren Wilson. Wren mother fuckin’ Wilson."
He paused for a moment. Ross didn't look away from Petra, but let that thought truly sink in. Wren Wilson, someone who could take on one hundred people without breaking a sweat was the first person kidnapped. "She didn’t get two hits in before they shot a harpoon through her like she was a roast pig. They knew what they were doin’. If they had a way to capture all da others, ya think they didn’t have a way to get ya too?"

Ross sighed, shaking his head slightly while running his hands back through his messy hair. "I don’ care if ya hate me for the rest of yer life, because at least you’d be alive. I did what was in me power to do. Because I couldn’t look at Tobias and tell β€˜em yer gone…" It was only then that he looked away, his gaze fixated on his feet. "’N fuck Tobias, I couldn’t let ya be taken!" Ross looked back up at her. He wasn't yelling at her or angry, but almost like he was begging her to understand. "I wouldn’t! β€˜Em not important, but you are. I’m sorry, Petra… But, I won’t apologize for what I did. ’N I’d do it again without a moment’s hesitation, even if it meant me life for yers."

With nothing more to say, Ross inhaled a shaky breath, no longer able to hold her gaze. He lingered there for a moment, before pivoting on his heels and slowly trudging his way back to the infirmary. As he stepped through the doorway, he was instantly met by Tobias' gaze. Ross didn't really have words, but gave the man a nod of his head in reassurance as he walked past him.

Nurses instantly drew to him like moths to a flame. "Mr. McCulloch, you must rest. You could rupture an organ with your broken ribs if you aren't careful."

"Yeah, yeah," Ross waved them off, walking past his own bed. "I know."

"Where are you going?"

"Over here," he groaned, slowly lowering himself to sit at the foot of Jensen's bed. Ross' hand held his side as he tried to relax. His whole escape attempt quickly catching up with him.

The nurses didn't quite know how to react to that. One stood there, staring at Ross in confusion, while the other seemed unamused, crossing her arms over her chest. "That bed is occupied..."

Ross rolled his eyes. "She won't mind," He said as he laid back in Jensen's bed so that they were shoulder to shoulder. He looked over at his friend from the corner of his eyes, then back at the nurse. Ross didn't feel like being alone at the current moment. Although they technically weren't alone in the infirmary, he wanted to be with a friend. Plus, his bed was next to Tobias' and that was no doubt where Petra would head. Just because he's accepted that she is mad at him, didn't make it any easier for him to handle.

"And what about your IV?"

"Fer the love of God, woman. Its on wheels int it?" The nurse huffed, realizing it was a losing battle. She rolled his IV stand over to him. Without any form of nurse gentleness, she grabbed his arm and practically stabbed the needle back into his arm. But Ross refused to give her the satisfaction of wincing. Once he was set back up, he waved her off not wanting to deal with anyone he didn't have to.

Ross didn't have to be a genius to know that Jensen needed a friend. From the looks of things her two closest friends were gone. He saw the rubble that was the bed stand next to her and the blood in her palm. "Ey!" he called out to the retreating nurse who begrudgingly turned to face him. "I need bandages." The woman shoved her hand into the pocket of her scrubs, pulling out a small spool of bandage wrap. She then threw it at him and walked away before he could ask for anything else.

"Bitch," Ross mumbled under his breath as he sat up slowly. "Lemme see it," He wiggled his fingers, asking for Jensen's injured hand. He carefully and quietly picked any pieces of glass from her palm, then wrapped her hand. Once he was done, he laid back down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "Don' worry, Jones. Wren is tough. She'll take care 'o Alec." He looked around the room, then back at Jensen. "Aye give it a day before Wilson struts back in 'ere wit one of their heads on a spike."




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"Um. Hi," Tobias heard sheepishly behind his own thrashing and fighting against the nurses. No one came to see if he was ok. No one in the school cared if he was alive or dead except Petra, which was the entire reason he was freaking out in the first place. He froze when his gaze was met by grey blue eyes and blonde hair. His attention was then quickly drawn toward the shirtless Scot that trudged back into the infirmary. Ross gave him a nod which set Tobias at ease, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

He motioned the nurses away, allowing himself to slink back into his bed. Tobias took a moment to catch his breath, his right hand cupping his bandaged wound. He slowly looked back up toward Wynne, noticing the bandages on her wings. "I thought I blocked you?" he asked, confused. Honestly, Tobias had no idea how to talk to anyone, because they never talked to him. And after the events of last night, surliness wasn't going to help any of them cope.

He was going to attempt some light hearted sarcastic comment about her sticking around at the academy after everything, but a loud slam got his attention. Tobias sat up in his bed, seeing the after math of nurses being pushed in every direction away from a distraught Nathaniel. He then stepped forward, addressing them all as they laid half beaten to death in beds. "We obviously need to find them and work together. Does anyone have any ideas on a plan?"

Tobias carefully stood up and walked over toward the distraught giant. Today seemed to be a day of firsts for a lot of them. Nathaniel was talking to more than just one person, and Tobias... was actually going to go initiate a conversation with someone else instead of the opposite. He slowly raised his hand to rest it on Nathaniel's shoulder. He might be a powerful man, but he was as transparent as glass. It didn't take a genius to know that he was upset and out of sorts because of Frankie's capture. Tobias didn't blame him, he'd be the same way if Petra was gone.

"I'll help you, Nathaniel," he said, looking up into the man's eyes. "And I'm sure everyone else wants revenge too. But, we need to heal first or we'll be useless and our friends will die." Well, no one was friends with Tobias, but that wasn't the point. None of them could go rushing into battle right now. No one could even rush if they wanted to. Plus, they had no idea where to start.

Tobias quickly began to feel light headed, and let himself stumble back until he was sitting at the foot of his bed. He looked over at Wynne, and motioned for her to take a seat if she wanted. There was no point in standing around, she had to be tired like the rest of them. He tried to think of something to say, but the mentors finally decided to grace them all with their presence.

Alfred looked nearly on the edge of tears and like he hadn't gotten a single minute of sleep. Knowing the man, he probably helped nurse them all while they laid unconscious in the infirmary. Even Phil seemed a bit sullen, struggling to find something to say. But, to no surprise, Mycroft seemed completely indifferent, stepping forward while clearing his throat. "It's nice to see that you all are well. Asβ€”"

"Are ya fuckin' mad?!" Ross chimed in from the far side of the room. "We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!"

"Yes, Mr. McCulloch." It looked as though the mentor was trying not to roll his eyes, like Ross' reaction was an inconvenience.

Alfred spoke up, his voice even cracking in a few instances. "He just means, we're very happy that you all survived the attack. It was a horrible situation and we're all so proud of how you all fought to protect each other and the academy."

"But, they didn't." Mycroft interjected. "Wren Wilson, Alec Constantine, Petra Maxβ€”" He froze mid-sentence seeing Petra amongst the other descendants. He cleared his throat and continued on. "Lilith Isley, Ulrich Zod, Caitria Allen, Francis Parker and Cassius Thompson were all taken hostage last night like it was nothing." He spoke as if he was reading off the results of a simulation, like they weren't victims of a real threat. "If you all would have fought as a team, like we've been trying to tell you for years now... None of this would have happened. Hydra would have been stopped before they laid a hand on anyone."

"Mycroft," Phil interjected with a sharp bite in his words. "They were unarmed and unprepared. They fought admirably, all things considered."

"Hydra walked in and walked out like they were invited. Leaving with seven... Seven of the most powerful Descendants in their clutches. There is no excuse for this."

"Hydra came prepared," Phil argued. "They came for a purpose. To take those Descendants and leave. It's not their fault that they couldn't fight off weapons specifically designed to exploit their weaknesses, Mycroft. They saved countless lives last night. Not a single person, aside from Hydra soldiers, were killed" He then stepped forward, motioning his hand toward Tobias. "Even Tobias single handedly save Thaddeus Ross' life. This all won't go unnoticed by the U.N., the academy or anyone else."

Tobias shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Don't placate me," he mumbled under his breath. He didn't do it for the glory or to be called a hero. He definitely didn't want the attention or gazes of the others either. What they didn't know was his decision to save Thaddeus Ross probably just killed them all in the end. Magneto wasn't going to be happy that Tobias let Thaddeus live, and he knew it.

Mycroft shrugged off everything Phil said, continuing forward. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is currently working to compile every piece of information from the attack that he can to try and find out where the other Descendants were taken. Once he is finished, we will use the data to form our next plan of attack. We can only hope we reach them before Hydra kills the Descendants... Or worse, before they find a way to exploit their powers to make their own super mutant weapons." With nothing more to say, he turned on his heels and exited the infirmary. He stopped when he reached the doors, not seeing Phil or Alfred following behind him. "Let's go."

Phil turned halfway to face Mycroft, visually upset at the man's cold behaviors in the face of everything that happened. "Alfred and I are going to stay and help nurse them back to health."

"Have fun with J.A.R.V.I.S., Mr. Xavier," Alfred added coldly, before getting back to work, helping aid the nurses.

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Cas half listened to the others discuss what had happened, but his eyes stayed trained solely on Wren. She somehow managed to joke around even in such a dire circumstance, Cas found that admirable. Letting his gaze fall down to the oozing bullet wound Wren was looking at, Cas grimaced at the sight of it. He'd been trying his best not to look, knowing that what he'd find wouldn't be pretty. The rushed bandage that had been thrown on his arm had become almost entirely crimson by this point and Cas knew he was in for a nasty infection if they were to stay in this hell hole any longer.

Wren still managed to make him smile though, with her awful British accent. "I'm ok... 'Tis but a scratch," The small smile pushed the gag further back into Cas' mouth and he immediately dropped it. Whoever had tied it was not a big fan of Cassius Thompson, it seemed. Moving his gaze from Wren for a moment, Cas realises that he was being looked at strangely by some of the other Descendants, no doubt because they hadn't a clue who he was. He thought himself an idiot for a moment for not hiding while he had the chance, there was no way Hydra could've known he was coming that day and so he would've simply been mistaken for another U.N. official. But no, Cas had to run after Wren Wilson - the most capable person he could think of in a fight. He couldn't exactly figure why he had done what he did, all Cas knew was that in the moment he was not about to let her be taken by the Hydra bastards.

Watching as Wren attempts to comfort Alec, someone who Cas may have never met but certainly knew by reputation. He realises that she may act all badass in public but clearly Wren was a lot softer than she let on, especially with her friends. It's not long after that Cas hears the heavy door of their confinements open, as three Hydra soldiers step into their cell.

They discuss who to take first, eyes on Alec and Frankie as they do so. It was clear to see that Frankie was incredibly vulnerable right now, and while he didn't know much about Alec, Cas did see the panic on his face after he awoke. They were certainly the easiest targets right now.

"Yeah but that one," One soldier pipes up, looking pointedly to Cas, "If we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier." Fuck, Cas pulls once more at his restraints, to no avail. "Then we can just kill them all and be done with it." The other guard nods his head as he makes his way over to Cas, grabbing his keys. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson." Cas is immediately devising a plan in his head, figuring that as soon as he's free of his restraints, if he can just pull off the gag then surely he could get them all out of here. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Cas preps himself to attack as soon as he is able.

However, before the solider is even able to unlock one of the restraints, Wren calls out to them. "Hey!" Cas glares at her, trying to get her to shut up before she got another harpoon to the chest. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... Then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!" She was purposefully taunting them, deterring them from Cas as the solider by his side walks over to her.

When he grasps Wren's throat in his fist Cas attempts to shout at him to stop, but nothing comes out. "Listen here you little whore," Frowning, Cas kicks out at the solider but he is too far for his foot to reach, "Say one more thing, and I'll drag that perky little ass of yours out by your hair."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Wren manages to get out with his hand still around her throat, surely she wasn't doing this just to protect Cas? He knew that Wren was the most capable of handling whatever the Hydra soldiers had in store for them, but that didn't mean he was willing to let her take his place.

As Wren bites off a piece of flesh from his nose, Cas has to try hard not to look too visibly happy. While the other descendants grimaced or glanced away, Cas couldn't help the thought that passed through his mind, Goddamn she's amazing.

The soldier clutches at his nose, pain etched onto his features before demanding that they take her instead. Unable to protest, Cas does all he can, pulling futilely at his restraints once more. His shouts are muffled and ignored by the soldiers as they grab Wren, though the other two seem reluctant to go for her at first, in favour of Cas, the wounded soldier near-screams at them to take her and so they follow orders. His blood boils when he is referred to as Kilgrave, that was the name that his father went by and not something that Cas ever wanted to be called.

Just before she is dragged from the room, Wren catches Cas' eye, sending him a wink. He knew she could handle herself, but when one of the soldier's snaps her neck, Cas can't help but feel an immediate sense of panic. Knowing that he needed to find them a way out of here, now more than ever.

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Caitria glanced at the three Hydra soldiers entering the room out of the corner of her eye; they looked at the descendants as if they were evaluating who to take first. "Those two look like they're ready to break right now," one of them spoke up, gesturing towards Alec and Frankie. Why are they talking about their master plan out loud? Are they that cocky?

"Yeah but that one," another of them added, jabbing a finger in the new guy's direction, "if we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier. Then we can just kill them all and be done with it."

That seemed to convince the other two. One of them approached, reaching for the keys attached to his belt. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson."

Caitria wasn't selfless enough to offer herself in the place of someone she didn't know, but she knew the situation wasn't going to end like the silent, pathetic cooling of a white dwarf star.

It seemed that Caitria would be proven correct. As if on impulse (it probably was), Wren yelled at the guards. "Hey!" She kicked and thrashed, but the soldiers didn't turn their heads. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!"

Now that certainly caught the soldiers' attention. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"You, ya fuckin' pussy!" Wren hissed at him shamelessly, spitting in his face.

The brutal exchange between Wren and the Hydra soldiers continued, with one of the soldiers' nose bleeding and a broken jaw for Wren.

"Get her!" the soldier with the bloody nose barked.

"But, what about Kilgrave?" one of the others asked, motioning towards the new guy.

"Fuck him. Obviously, Ms. Wilson here wants to be first."

"But she heals . . . torturing her would be pointless. If we took Cassius firstβ€”"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET HER!"


Wren turned her head towards the other descendants, winking as the Hydra soldiers dragged her away. Caitria knew that, as a supposedly sentimental and empathetic being, she should feel quite a bit more concerned for her friend. But while Caitria feared the pain Wren was about to experience, she also understood the logic of the situation; the person being tortured would be able to try to get more information on the situation, and Wren, with her powerful healing, would be the best option for that. However, Caitria knew that Wren would undoubtedly feel pain - a necessary sacrifice, but one that lit a faint spark of worry in the blonde nonetheless.

There was a short moment of shocked silence amongst the group before Caitria spoke up. "Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," the blonde mused in a somberly dry tone. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic."
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Riley sighed at Andrew's inquiry, dropping his hand from the other brunette's shoulder. "After you helped me with Sol, I passed out... I'm assuming you did too, after. Hydra kidnapped some of our number while we were trying to fight them off. I doubt any of us could have stopped Hydra, they knew what they wanted and they caught us unprepared. But, oh god, Andrew, Frankie... they took Frankie."

Andrew placed a hand on the younger man's back, rubbing it gently in soothing circles. He never had anything personal against Frankie, but there was an inborn rivalry Andrew felt with her due to their parentage. But he was aware of the closeness between Riley and Frankie. Andrew felt like something was punching him in the heart as his friend tried to hide his tears.

"We'll get her back," Andrew stated strongly with much conviction. "We'll get all of them back."

Riley raised his head, eyes filled with tears. He breathed deeply, running his hands over his face as Andrew continued rubbing his back soothingly. "Sorry. It's probably, ah, shock. How are you feeling?"

Andrew knew Riley was trying to change the topic, but didn't comment on it. "I mean, considering all that's happened, I can't possible say that I feel great," Andrew commented, a faint note of bitterness behind his words. "But for the situation, I'm doing pretty well." There's was a pause of silence between the two before Andrew spoke again. "So, uh, who else was taken? I know Mycroft just said it, but I wasn't... paying attention."
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Thaleia's verbal assault of the nurse was interrupted by Mycroft's lofty, unusually casual voice. "It's nice to see that you all are well. As -"

"Are ya fuckin' mad?!" Ross interrupted unabashedly. "We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!" Thaleia wasn't the fondest of her fellow descendants, but she wholeheartedly agreed with McCulloch on this occasion. Besides, she hated Mycroft more than any of her peers.

"Yes, Mr. McCulloch," Mycroft was too fucking nonchalant, rolling his eyes, as if the situation was another one of the Academy's simulations.

Alfred spoke up in a cracking voice. "He just means, we're very happy that you all survived the attack. It was a horrible situation and we're all so proud of how you all fought to protect each other and the academy."

"But, they didn't,"
Mycroft shot Alfred's attempt at gentle words down. "Wren Wilson, Alec Constantine, Petra Max -" Mycroft halted in his speaking when he noticed said redhead in the crowd. Thaleia raised an eyebrow as Mycroft continued. "- Lilith Isley, Ulrich Zod, Caitria Allen, Francis Parker and Cassius Thompson were all taken hostage last night like it was nothing. If you all would have fought as a team, like we've been trying to tell you for years now... none of this would have happened. Hydra would have been stopped before they laid a hand on anyone."

Thaleia clenched her jaw. The fucktwat could fight off Hydra himself with the shit attitude he had. "Mycroft," Phil interjected, clearly not agreeing with the other man's words. "They were unarmed and unprepared. They fought admirably, all things considered."

The two mentors went on arguing. "Even Tobias singlehandedly saved Thaddeus Ross' life," Phil commented, which did cause a flicker of surprise in Thaleia, although it really shouldn't have.

Mycroft blatantly ignored Phil's argument, speaking up once again. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is currently working to compile every piece of information from the attack that he can to try and find out where the other Descendants were taken. Once he is finished, we will use the data to form our next plan of attack. We can only hope we reach them before Hydra kills the Descendants... Or worse, before they find a way to exploit their powers to make their own super mutant weapons."

Mycroft urged the other mentors to take their leave with him, but Phil and Alfred refused in favor of helping the nurses. Thaleia's cold eyes followed Mycroft as he exited the room. "Wow," she muttered under her breath. "What a prissy bitch - get your own damn army to fight your battles if you wanna have such demanding expectations."

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Alec's shout sent Lilith jumping upright, half expecting to find somebody had entered the space with a torture kit or something of the sort, but there was no such threat. She waited for an explanation but none was given and that signaled the very beginning of a long haul. If shouting and complaining and crying already begun they were good as doomed and Lilith would have to introduce her villainess side to stay detached from emotions.

Then, in a timely manner as ever soldiers did actually enter. They spoke aloud of who would be good to ruffle at first referring to those closest to cracking, including Alec and Frankie, then a Mr. Thompson. The new guy. Lilith went wide eyed as they spoke about them like no more than cattle to the slaughter. And what were his abilities to make the rest fall in line so easy? Her eyes darted over to him as if he could provide some explanation before Wren piped up.

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her warning was well lost over the commotion. The restrains banging and thrashing and shouting. She didn't stand a chance. Even if she was heard, Wren wouldn't listen. And Lilith felt her own back arch up when one of the soldiers threatened her.

Sure enough the commotion continued and worsened to the point noses and jaws broke and the soldiers seized Wren and snapped her neck with Lilith's mouth falling agape slightly. She hated seeing her friend be dragged by the hair. She hated they even laid any hands on her even if it was a caress.

"Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," Caitra offered. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic."

If he even came back. And that was one verse how many other guards that were out there trigger and or torture friendly. However, Lilith didn't voice her little slice of pessimism. Because nobody needed to hear it.

She twisted her wrist around and squirmed from her restraints again, grimacing at the awkward ways her limbs had to bend and stretch but it was to no avail. β€œAll us metas and no one can break the restraints!” She exclaimed exasperated. If she could just unleash that secret weapon the soldiers took fancy to in Mr. Thompson. If anyone's restraints just fell a little loose. Or perhaps they had to wait until each one was tortured one by one.

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Frankie sat there silent and in shock. It seemed that Wren was one of the more calm out of the group in the cell. She wondered if the fiery redhead decided to sacrifice herself because of her healing factor or because of the new guy. He seemed less than thrilled at the sight of her being dragged away. It probably was a combination of both the man and her abilities. Frankie could only hope that Wren knew what she was doing.

She didn't know what to expect in the time they sat around waiting. Waiting for death, torture... For Wren to be brought back to them. Would she be brought back? Or would Hydra find someway to get what they want from her and kill her. Frankie never thought of Wren as the type of person to break or spill the beans. Killing her would be next to impossible, but then again Hydra seemed to have done their homework. Could they kill her?

The thought unsettled her as she shifted where she sat, tugging half-heartedly at her restraints. Frankie's gaze fell to the man Wren saved, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Kilgrave, they called him. Where had she heard that name before? Something to do with Jensen and her mother, if she remembered correctly. Something about that seemed a bit fishy in her opinion. Some guy Frankie had never met is here with them in the cell. What if he was a plant?

"Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," Caitria said, breaking the silence. Her tone was dry, but it seemed like she was trying to find anything that could be useful. Even if they were grasping at straws. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic." It was a good point. But when it came to people with tempers, no one could piss someone off faster than Wren.

Her attention was drawn to Lilith who, once again, tugged at her restraints. β€œAll us metas and no one can break the restraints!”

Frankie tilted her head back looking up at the restraints around her own wrists. Her brows furrowed as she tried to twist them to look for any sort of makers mark. She then looked around at all the other's bindings, trying to find some sort of answer. It was a silvery metal, but more like nickel or steel rather than actual silver or chrome. Dots started to slowly connect as she ran through the possibilities in her mind. Frankie slowly moved her right arm, pulling it as far away from the wall as possible before the chain halted her. Then with every ounce of strength in her, she slammed the cuff back against the hook in the wall of the same metal.

Her gaze shifted up to the cuff, and there wasn't a single dent or scratch in the metal... Even when she used strength well beyond that of a human. "I think these are made out of vibranium," Frankie said out loud more toward herself than the others. She sighed, letting her body fall back against the wall in defeat. "If that is the case, then we're not getting out of these without a key." She probably should have kept that to herself, hopelessness wasn't the answer. But also beating themselves up, or wearing themselves out wouldn't help either.

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Ross smiled, as much as he could manage, when he was able to make Jensen chuckle. "Better be at least three heads. That girl's got more fight in her big toe than any of you in this room combined." He chuckled slightly, nodding his head. It was definitely true. Then she changed tones. Ross didn't mind her sarcasm but he could understand her need to tone it down, given the circumstances. "I know she's probably fine. I'm just terrified for her right now," she said quietly.

He propped himself up on his elbows with a discomforting grunt. His lips parted, encouraging words about to escape before cue ball walked in. Of course, anything and everything the fucker said put Ross on edge. He was talking as if they failed a simulation or training exercise... Not that they were attacked, some nearly killed and the others kidnapped. It didn't take long for what little self control he had left to boil over. Ross was already on edge from his wounds, and... then Petra. Mycroft was not what he needed right now. "Are ya fuckin' mad?! We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!"

Before he could say anything else, or get up the effort to stand up and confront the bastard, he felt Jensen's hand on his arm. "That's not going to bring them back, as admirable as your fire is." Ross clenched his jaw while his body tensed, his gaze unflinching from Mycroft as he rattled on. His anger was fighting to get out and he needed a release. He groaned as his left hand slammed into his IV. It sent the stand falling over, ripping the needle from his hand and caused the bags to burst when they hit the floor.

In the blink of an eye a nurse was at his side, frantically trying to check his hand and clean up the mess. Ross just held his hand up and she froze. "Just go help someone who actually needs it." She waited a moment and even attempted to try and help again. But, when he made eye contact with her showing that he wasn't kidding, the nurse finally gave up and moved on to a different descendant.

Once she was finally gone, Ross relaxed, leaning back in the bed once again. He felt a shift in the bed as Jensen turned to look at him. "So... how's your girlfriend?" She then nodded toward Petra like he needed clarification as to what she meant.

"She's not me girlβ€”" Ross sighed, not even finishing the statement. It wasn't worth arguing over, he didn't have the energy. "She's fine," he replied with an aggravated tone. He went to cross his arms over his chest but winced when he put pressure on his broken ribs. Ross sighed, slowly looking over at the red head across the room. After a moment, he let his gaze fall to his lap, taking a moment before he responded. "She's mad at meh."

Before Ross could go into any details, or explain what had happened to himself and Petra the night before, there was another interruption in the med wing. He propped himself up slightly, as he watched as white headed twins entered the wing. Who in the hell were they? The girl seemed overly excited and bubbly, handing out... [/i]flowers?[/i] Seriously. Did she not know what had just happened to all of them. Instead of saying something, or doing... Anything, he sat there dumbfounded as he watched her make her way from person to person until she stopped before himself and Jensen.

"Hi, I'm Kizzy! This is for you!"

Ross looked between the blonde before him and Jensen, then back to the girl. His mouth was wide open in shock. "Eh what?"

Then the other one decided to step forward and make his presence known... In a slightly more formal way. "Hello, my name is Roman Black and this is my sister, Kezia..."

"But you can call me Kizzy!"

"I understand this may seem a bit odd considering recent events but we are the two newest students to your academy. We wanted to extend our apologizes over what had unfolded last night and would like to offer our hand in anything you may need. We hope you can welcome us in so we can assist you in returning your fellow teammates."

He groaned as he sat up and looked over at Jensen. He was feeling cooped up and suffocated in the medical wing, especially with the new addition of these... odd students. He wanted to leave, and god damn any nurse that tried to stop him. "Wanna go get drunk? Aye need me a fuckin' drink." Ross gave a mischievous grin that probably looked borderline sadistic with his face half purple and blue. He was going to live, that was enough. He saw no reason to linger in the medical wing where he was being watched like a hawk. What he needed... And probably half of the people in the room needed, was a damn drink.




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Tobias' first comment toward Wynne definitely wasn't the most intelligent one. But it made her laugh, he guessed that counted for something, right? He didn't intend for her to laugh. Honestly, he couldn't recall a time where he ever made anyone laugh. But he had to start somewhere he supposed. "You did, but there was a lot flying around." True. He hadn't really thought about that. Tobias thought he was able to stop most of it, and his metal shield stopped the rest, but he was by no means perfect. At least no one died, that's all that mattered... For now.

After the abrupt arrival of Nathaniel, and then the less than friendly speech by Mycroft, he left while Coulson and Alfred stayed around to help them. At least two of the three mentors seemed to have a conscious and care about what happened, regardless of what Mycroft thought. In Tobias' opinion they did the best they could, given the circumstances. After all, it was Mycroft who had everyone leave their weapons back in their rooms. He couldn't help but imagine how the tables would have been turned if Wren and Thaleia could of had their guns, or Riley his bow.

His thoughts quickly came to a halt when Wynne turned toward him and began to speak. "I just wanted to..."

Before Wynne could continue Petra joined them, taking up a chair beside his bed and kicking off her heels. "Hey. How are you feeling? I'm sorry I disappeared. I was - preoccupied elsewhere."

Tobias glanced over toward Wynne slightly, wishing she would have finished whatever she was going to say. But then looked back to Petra, giving a slight shrug of his shoulder. "I'm alive. But, where were you?" He didn't want to linger on what happened to him. Coulson already said more than he would have liked. Tobias didn't come to the school to be seen as a hero, and he didn't want to be hailed as one above the others. They all were in the same boat, they all did what they could. Saving Thaddeus Ross was within his power, so he did it. Simple.

He could connect some of the dots, considering the way Ross flipped out and left the room when he mentioned Petra. Tobias could probably guess what happened, but he'd prefer it if she told him herself. At least she seemed uninjured, and he could only assume that Ross had something to do with that. But, it seemed as though the day was going to be full of surprises and interruptions. Maybe at some point he'd be able to finish a single conversation.

A new pair of students, apparently, were joining the school. Tobias had absolutely no idea how he felt about it. He sat there stiff and silent in his bed, watching as the one went around the room and the other made some sort of formal greeting. Hell of a time to join the academy. Something inside him said that seemed fishy, but he'd rather investigate that on his own rather than question them in the open. His brows furrowed when the girl known as Kizzy stopped beside his bed, passing out flowers to the three of them and introduced herself.

Tobias nodded his head, not really knowing what else to do. After she was gone, his gaze fell to the flower in his hand. He sat up in his bed, reaching out the flower toward Wynne. He carefully slid it behind her ear, the side of his mouth tugged upward in a slight smile. Tobias had no need for a flower. What would he do with it anyway? Wynne had wings, a flower suited her and he wasn't in the mood to be totally rude toward the new girl by throwing it away. He sighed, laying back in the bed looking between the two women that were his company. "I'll be alright. You both can go help with the search effort, if you want," he commented toward the two of them. "Or check on others," he added, this time in particular to Petra.

He'd have to be blind to not notices something going on between Petra and Ross. Whatever the man did it had her seeming... off. Even though Tobias' would was potentially fatal, he didn't look nearly as bad as Ross. He'd heal, so if she needed to talk to someone else, she didn't need to stay around his bedside. It was new territory having people worried about his own well being for a change. He didn't quite know how to handle it.

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Wren was taken because she provoked the guards, not without a final wink to her comrades before her neck was snapped and she was pulled out of the room by her hair. Even Ulrich was rendered speechless by the events. Though there was a particular protectiveness to it circling around the mysterious new guy. If they hadn't threatened to take him, would she torment them so much or wish the victim of torture luck. Ulrich glanced to his shoes in thought. He might have done the same for a selective person or two.

His gaze lifted when Caitra was the first to speak, offering that one of the guards had a temper and that is was good news. Emotional manipulation was a handy tool even if it was fueling anger and adrenaline in the enemy. Could cloud their judgement. Then again Wren had that effect on people.

Lilith grew frustrated, Frankie grew hopeless. Ulrich wasn't an idiot, the situation wasn't at all ideal and it looked like their fate were in hydras hands but they needed their heads up. Maybe not literally but if there was even a remote chance of escape... "So what's the plan when they come back for another one of us? Make them angry? Distract them?"
Ulrich's head rested back on the wall staring at Caitra waiting for some plan to blurt from her mouth. Then his eyes shifted to Lilith. "Why don't you lure them towards you? Humans are stupidly susceptible to pheromones. The rest of us can figure out how to get the keys. Since Constantine is fresh out of magic tricks,"
he added pointedly, though the same could be said about him.

Where was his strength and powers to bust them out? Once he was out of his restraints the soldiers would be welcomed to a world of pain. This is what prisoners must have thought about Zod and himself. "At least they want us alive. For now."

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The tension in the air grew thicker. Lilith was getting exasperated (although Caitria certainly shared her sentiments), and Ulrich was growing short-tempered. Caitria could feel her own impending headache, clenching her jaw to prevent herself from saying anything that might rub the others the wrong way. Now was not the time to get into arguments.

Caitria turned her head towards the entrance of the cell as she heard footsteps approaching from the distance. The guards were probably coming back for another one to torture after giving up on Wren and her regenerative abilities. To her surprise, Caitria caught a flash of red hair as Wren was dragged into the cell. The guard dropped her on the ground, cuffing her hands once again before leaving. The redhead scanned everyone in the cell before cracking her best smile. "Oh good, you guys are ok," she said in a rough voice.

Caitria couldn't quite say the same about Wren, and it seems as if Frankie agreed. "Jesus, Wren. What happened to you?"

"... You don't want to know." As Wren spoke, Caitria analyzed the redhead's hand, frowning at the unusually slow pace it was healing at.

What Wren chose to do next definitely wouldn't help said healing process. Caitria grimaced, eyes wide as Wren snapped the bones in her fingers, clearly trying to break out of the restraints.

"Wren! Stop! What are you doing?"

"Shut up, blondie! I'm trying to figure out a way out of here . . . unless you have any bright ideas?" There was a short pause before Lilith spoke up, directing her words to a distressed Frankie.

"She’ll recover," Lilith said, taking the logical route instead of the emotional one. Caitria frowned, not confident in whatever plan Wren was trying to put together. However, the handcuffs were indeed made out of vibranium, and although everything had its weaknesses, as far as Caitria knew, no one in the group had the capability to take advantage of vibranium's shortcomings.

"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?" Caitria commented offhandedly, directing her words to Thompson. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."
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"Wren, Caitria, Lilith, Ulrich, Constantine, and . . . some guy named Cassius?" Riley listed the names in an almost mechanical manner. Andrew frowned at the last name, not recognizing it.

"With the number of students joining us, I can't really say I'm surprised to hear an unfamiliar name," Riley said, as if reading Andrew's thoughts.

"Yeah," Andrew agreed. "Not a particularly good time for more people to flood in though." The brunette let out a soft, tired sigh as he scanned the people in the room, many of them in hospital beds like himself.

Andrew followed his friend's gaze as it travelled to two platinum-haired siblings. "I don't suppose you know who they are...?"

Andrew shook his head as the two approached. "Nope."

The two of them approached, the young man introducing himself as Roman Black and his sister as Kezia, or Kizzy for short. "Welcome to the Academy," Riley said, Andrew echoing the greeting as Kizzy handed both of them flowers. Andrew smiled at her, thanking her before she moved on to someone else with her brother in tow. As soon as they did so, Riley placed his flower on the stand besides Andrew's bed.

"For you. Could spruce up your place."

"Aw, that's sweet!"

Before Andrew could say anything else, Riley stood up and began speaking. "I'm, uh. I'm sorry, I'm going to let you rest now. You probably really need it," he blurted out. Andrew was going to insist on his friend staying, but Riley merely patted his shoulder and turned around to return to his own bed.

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Ulrich scoffed slightly as his suggestion was thrown in the scrap pile. Logically it made absolute sense to throw it away since there wasn't much chance of success but he'd like to see them come up with something better rather than sit and look like damsels.
He knew a girl that would fight and struggle with every fiber in her being - even when it could be an annoying and troublesome quirk, he secretly admired it. God he'd be dead if Gwen knew how much he liked it. And she's the one he fell asleep thinking of, in a happier place for a while.

When someone entered the cell, Ulrich peaked an eye open. Wren looked like hell though even that was an understatement but at least she was in one piece. Zod and Ulrich used to break people almost as well. It must've been fun to torture someone with rejuvenating abilities. They could really experiment and go wild...

As these more insensitive thoughts played through Ulrich's mind, the girls conversed on what happened and what was happening.
Wait, what was happening? Ulrich had been cuffed by kryptonite for too long, it was hard to be attentive to his surroundings. "...breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."

"Ladies first,"
Ulrich dared lazily, more so towards Caitra and even tried a smile. She was fine to suggest it, but he didn't see her twisting and bending her limb in odd ways.
He couldn't break anyone's hand in his condition. How was he, and the others expected to break their own? Ones with rejuvenation and strength still in their being, sure.

Once he was out of his restraints, it'd be open season. Once, his peers were all unbound as well. That was part of a rule apparently. Saving first then revenge. Or justice.