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Jack Murdock

"I'll be over here, calculating your every move."

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

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J A C K x M U R D O C K
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"It's not how you hit the mat, it's how you get up."
- Daredevil, Murdock Motto




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n i c k n a m e s x // x battlin' jack , daredevil , the devil of hell's kitchen

a g e x // x26

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xManhattan, New York City (Hell's Kitchen)

s p e c i e s x // xhuman

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 4 — physical





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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5'10''

w e i g h t x // x170 lbs.

h a i r x // xA mix of his mother's golden blonde locks and his father's light brown mane, Jack's hair is kept short on the sides and slightly shaggy on top. He usually gels it up so it doesn't fall into his face. For the most part, his hair is thick and tame, so styling it isn't too hard. He's also partial to a bit of scruff across his chin and below his nose. (Because when he's not wearing any facial hair, he looks like a twelve-year-old.)

e y e s x // xHazel, downturned, and intense, his eyes can be quite piercing. His father was extremely concerned that due to the radioactive substance flowing through his veins, Jack would inherit his blindness. As luck would have it, Jack was born without his father's visual impairment and has gone his whole life without the aid of glasses...

o d d i t i e s x // x...However, while Jack can see clearly, he is a tad colorblind. The only color his eyes can't process is red. (Ironic considering the pigment of dad's famous costume.) Other than that, he always has to stand with his feet apart, and there is never a moment where he doesn't have spare change in his pockets. Also, some people claim that he has a serious case of RBF.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xJack is truly a mutt of his father and mother. His squarish face, wide nose and broad physique are all classic Murdock characteristics. His smile is an exact copy of his old man's strapping grin. Still, he retains a bit of his mother's good looks thanks to his dirty blonde hair and narrow eyes. He's quite muscular, but doesn't flaunt it. Always wearing a jacket of some kind, he prefers comfortable, loose-fitting clothing to tighter attire. Of course, that's when he's not working. He owns a plethora of business suits and ties thanks to his background as a lawyer. Having lived in the Big Apple all his life, he has a preference towards darker clothing. (Practically half of his wardrobe is black. The other half is grey.) This innate fondness for dingy attire may make him seem like the brooding, serious type, but in reality it only helps to highlight his dry sense of humor. He does wear his father's Daredevil armor on special occasions. He prefers not to though, as the suit is rather clunky and only appropriate for life or death situations.





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P O W E R S

e n h a n c e dx t o u c h x // x His skin is so sensitive that he can read just by feeling ink on paper. he can pinpoint changes in temperature, and can feel the body heat of a person standing five feet away. (This heat sensitivity comes in handy when determining whether an unconscious individual is dead or still alive.) This sense of touch is not just external, but internal too (central nervous system), thereby giving him the ability to have total body control, increasing his strength and reflexes to near peak human levels and increasing his agility to enhanced human levels.
e n h a n c e d xs m e l l x // x He can identify individuals just by their unique smells, which is beneficial for tracking. He can recognize someone even if they are masking their scent with cologne.
e n h a n c e d xt a s t e x // x So sharp, he can determine exactly how many grains of salt are on a soft pretzel.
e n h a n c e d xh e a r i n g x // x Can detect sounds higher than 20 decibels, unlike the average human, who can only pick up on sounds below 20 decibels. Can identify people from their individual heartbeats and detect whether they are lying, frightened, or smitten from the change in rhythm. Also constantly aware of his own heartbeat, blood circulation, breathing and physical movements.
e n h a n c e d xb a l a n c e x // x It's a common misconception that balance isn't a sense, but Jack's balance centers give him equilibrium on par with Spider-Man.
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x // x Can sense the proximity and arrangement of objects around him. Functions just like sonar.
e l e c t r o m a g n e t i c xr a d i a t i o nx d e t e c t i o nx // x Capable of detecting and identifying any electromagnetic radiation on the standard scale; from radio waves, (which he can only detect, not understand the message) all the way to gamma waves. At close range, he can detect the micro voltage of a human's brain.



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

b o x e rx // x Just like his grandfather who was born with the same name, Jack is a proficient boxer. During his time in the ring, he attained an undefeated record.
m a r t i a lx a r t i s tx // x His father taught him a few moves before he left for the academy. Matt Murdock was trained by Stick, who taught him a special technique that, according to Nick Fury, only a handful of people know. Therefore, Jack's instinctive fighting style is a mix of boxing, ninjutsu, judo and aikijujutsu. He's also good at detecting pressure points and other weak spots on an opponent.
a c r o b a t i cx // x Like his predecessor who used to flip and jump across rooftops, Jack has remarkable agility, endurance, and aerial ability.
t r a c k e rx // x Due to his heightened senses, he is a master tracker.
s t i c kx f i g h t e rx // x From experience wielding his billy club, Jack can master any kind of stick weapon - whether it be a staff, baton, nunchaku or paired short sticks. He is also very accurate when it comes to throwing said weapons.
l a w y e rx // x After four years at Columbia, three years at Harvard, and about a year working at the DA office, Jack has an excellent knowledge of the law. He is particularly gifted at cross-examining subjects.



G A D G E T S

c l u bx // x disguised as a walking cane for the blind, this billy club is a multi-purpose weapon stronger than a human's fist. It contains thirty feet of aircraft control cable, which is connected to a case-hardened steel grapnel. Internal mechanisms allow the cable to be neatly wound and unwound, while a powerful spring launches the grapnel. The club can also split in half to be used as two fighting batons. Jack was reluctant to take this famous weapon from his father when he presented it to him as a gift, but the elder Murdock insisted that he have it.


W E A K N E S S E S

c r o w d s x // x loud sounds disorient Jack while he is using his powers, or more specifically, while he is trying to track a target down while using his enhanced hearing. Therefore, escaping into a busy sea of people is the perfect way to elude him.
m o r t a l i t y x // x he is human, after all.
s e l f i s hx // x Ironically, while Jack is in tune with the microscopic details transpiring all around him, he is ignorant to important matters happening right in front of him. His insensitivity to the concerns of others is an offspring of his immense curiosity, as well as his driven nature. It's great to be a workaholic, but he doesn't seem to realize that putting work before loved ones can sometimes lead to personal consequences. There have been many times when Jack has lost friends due to his selfishness, as well as his subtle arrogance and unexpected tempers.
d e p r e s s i o nx // xIt runs in the family. Meds help tremendously and he's goofy enough that no one can ever tell, but he's always afraid that one day, it will overtake him.



F E A R S

b r a i n w a s h i n gx // x One time, his father told him a story about how he had to impale Wolverine due to the fact that the respected mutant was brainwashed by an organization known as Hydra. Jack, who values freedom above all else, has always feared the horrors of mind control.
l o s i n gxl o v e dxo n e sx // x It's a curse of the Murdock family. If anything, he doesn't want to be the inadvertant cause of a friend's death.
i n s a n i t yx // x His father, as well as his ex-wife have both had bouts of insanity. Because of this, Jack tries to meditate whenever he can.






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Two clocks tick inside Jack's head at all times. The first is fast and loud, always clicking in the background like a stopwatch. It is the time he has left at Descendant Academy - the embodiment of just how many memories he can make with his fellow superpowered classmates before he departs for New York. The second clock is much slower and distant, but it's booming. It's the sound of the rest of his life, and what he's going to do with it while he's still got time left on earth. He hears this second clock constantly.

The moniker "daredevil" fits Jack rather perfectly because he is one even when he's not partaking in vigilante work. Rash, free-spirited and always willing to take a risk, he tries to live the high life without having to crouch over the edge of a skyscraper. (Or furthermore, without the sweet relief of marijuana inside his highly sensitive bloodstream.) In his mind, life is too short to live cautiously. To quote the bard, he'd much rather be a witty fool than a foolish wit. That doesn't necessarily mean he is a fool. In fact, with an unbeatable boxing record, a degree from Columbia University and another degree from Harvard, he's far from one. Still, there is a touch of optimistic ignorance about him - a sort of hopefulness more blinding than the radioactive isotope that splashed across his father's eyes many years ago.

If anything, he is a curious soul. He concerns himself with gossip, rumors and secrets because with his enhanced sensing abilities, he knows he can prove them true or false. Combined with his nerve and intellect, this inquisitiveness makes him a killer cross-examiner in the courtroom, as well as a proper Sherlock Holmes among the average men of Manhattan. However, just as curiosity killed the cat, so too can it seductively slaughter him. He often meddles into affairs he shouldn't even be seeing. On occasion he will place a higher importance upon bread crumb trails than his relationships with friends and family, transforming his dedication to knowledge into absolute rudeness. On top of that, he can be secretive when questioned about his recent whereabouts. It is easy for him to be selfish and neglectful. This is why, like his father when he was Jack's age, his romantic relationships typically last for a maximum of three months.

Jack is painfully aware of how he can come across as a subtle asshole to acquaintances, so he tries to stay independent. Of course, his bouts of loneliness don't last for too long, as he is an extrovert and needs communication to survive. A man who thrives on collaboration, he'd much rather be on a team than by himself. There's nothing he loves more than coming up with brilliant ideas with his confidantes. A true bohemian, he admires a good round of intellectual debate more than his powers.

And of course, a good round of intellectual debate with his pals is not complete without a bit of humor on the side. Jack wasn't the class clown in high school, but he did receive honorable mentions. He appreciates and longs to be around funny people. His sense of humor isn't random and wild, but sarcastic and dry. Like coffee, his punchlines are an acquired taste. Also, if he can't remember who you are, he'll brand you with a silly nickname. It may sound rude, but it is actually quite an honor, as he doesn't create one for a stranger unless they really captivate him.





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H I S T O R Y


After the death of his beloved girlfriend, failed marriage to Milla Donovan and countless other short-lived romances, Matt Murdock finally met the vigorous Stana Morgan and married her on a warm June day. Jack was born on a warm June day as well, and once Matt realized that he was going to be a father, he decided to retire his role as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and focus on the revival of his law firm, Nelson and Murdock. But even though he decided to keep his vigilante work in the dark, he never shied away from telling Jack his adventures and heroic deeds as bedtime stories. The little boy was always mystified by his daddy's narratives and was actually unsurprised to learn that the elaborate folktales were not really fiction, but truth.

Jack had a wonderful childhood. He vividly remembers sunny days at Coney Island, playing pinball at Josie's and goofing off with Uncle Foggy in his father's office. He constantly asked Matt to teach him a thing or two about combat, and one day, his dad actually caved in. A week later, the Murdocks were asked to visit their son's school to have a chat with the principal. Turns out Battlin' Jack had used his newfound martial arts skills to subdue the school bully, leaving him with a black eye and a twisted ankle. The week's suspension was worth it, however, because the very next day, a mysterious letter came in the mail. It was an invitation to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

Instead of elementary school, Jack spent the next three years at that famous institution. His father eventually convinced him to come home because although the training was nice, he still wanted his son to have a proper education. It was awkward having to tell his high school classmates that he had been home-schooled for three years, but in the end, he graduated with honors, made a plethora of friends, and received a full ride to Columbia University, where he decided to study law, just like his father.

College was even more exciting than high school, Xavier's, and elementary school combined. He joined the debate team and mock trial, participated in a surreptitious boxing ring similar to a modern day Fight Club, and did a bit of secret vigilante work on the side. It was around this time that his strong Catholic faith (enforced by his father) began to diminish, because instead of going to church on Sunday's, he was off getting high with his friends in their Harlem apartment. It was also around this time, during his junior year, that he befriended a shy girl named Phoebe Prince and convinced her to join mock trial. Not only did he manage to break her out of her shell, but also discovered that she was the daughter of the Amazonian demigoddess, Wonder Woman. He revealed his lineage to her as well, and convinced her to be his sidekick. Together they became something of underground superheroes in Manhattan. Phoebe would even come to his boxing matches, despite her disapproval in the whole thing. They became so close, that they both decided to transfer to Harvard University for law school.

After they graduated and joined the Manhattan DA office, both Jack and Phoebe received invitations to enroll in Tony Stark's and Bruce Wayne's new Descendant Academy. Jack left in a heartbeat (his dad consequently gifting him his old Daredevil suit and billy club) while Phoebe made the decision to stay in the Big Apple. Despite the distance apart, they still kept in touch through late-night phone calls, video chats and occasional care packages. He'd tell her stories about his crazy training sessions while she practiced her opening and closing arguments in front of him. He never hung up without mentioning that she was worthy enough to be at the academy and should at least come and visit the tower. A year later, he got her to reconsider, and now she attends Descendant Academy with him. Together, they make as great of a team as they were in New York.




h e x c o d e x // x #C11B17 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x max thieriot x // x c r e a t o r x // x katyisaladybug x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Jack Murdock's Story

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The descendants at the academy are no strangers to training, but the past couple months everything has been at the next level. Spontaneous training exercises, simulations or spars without a moments notice to keep the proteges always on their toes, at peak performance. Even the most seasoned descendants at the academy have never seen training as vigorous and extensive as they were currently going through. It didn't take a genius for them to know that they were preparing for something, but they weren't given any information. "You won't always know what you're up against and time to prepare. You should be ready at a moments notice. Ready for anything, prepared for anything and expecting death."

***

Mycroft Xavier stood in the long narrow corridor that stretched the length of sub-level 23. Numerous doors plagued either wall along the hallway, leading to the elevators. There were no windows, after all, he was underground. But his surroundings were cold, almost medical. Concrete floors and walls, reinforced steel doors and buzzing fluorescents above. Stark made the rest of the tower gorgeous in every way, but the training floors weren't made for beauty. They were designed to withstand whatever these students could throw at them, and then some.

With a sigh, Mycroft raised his left hand which held a clipboard. His right index finger and thumb pulled back the sleeve of his shirt revealing a watch upon his wrist. 03 05 hours. As he readjusted his sleeve, the elevator doors opened releasing Phil and Alfred. They strolled towards him like they had no where better to be. "You're late," Mycroft said, pursing his lips.

"Apologizes Mr. Xavier, I am not used to being up at this hour," Alfred apologized before taking a sip from his hot cup of tea.

"Remind me again why we're up at this hour?" Phil asked as he came to a halt before Mycroft.

"Crash course training exercise. Threats don't wait until they've gotten a full eight hours." Mycroft checked his watch again before flipping through pages on the clipboard.

"Excellent," Phil said dryly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "J.A.R.V.I.S. 15 minute alarm please."

"Yes sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.

"Tell them to come prepared for battle," Mycroft added.

"Hold on," Alfred interjected, stepping towards Mycroft. "Some of these students use grenades, guns... live weaponry."

"Precisely."

"They should be using sparring equipment, not adamantium blades. This could get them killed," Alfred argued. He was always the tender hearted out of the mentors. He worried more about the students well being than Phil or Mycroft combined.

"That's the point Mr. Pennyworth," Mycroft concluded coldly, marking something off on his clipboard. "J.A.R.V.I.S., the message please."






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Of course, Wren wasn't asleep. It was rare that she slept because she hardly ever needed rest. It left her with many nights of either boredom or loneliness. That night was no different. She decided to spend the late hours of the day watching trash TV. She laid on her large sofa without pants, surrounded by junk food and soda.

"What the fuck!? Of course, he's not the father!" she yelled, throwing popcorn at her TV. "That baby is whiter than I am!" she grumbled, shoving another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

An obnoxious beeping noise sounded throughout the towers intercoms, drowning out the results of who the father was. Wren tried to ignore it, snatching up her remote and turning up the volume. She smashed the up button until her TV was at the highest volume, but the alarm only seemed to grow louder as she tried to block it out. "God damn it J.A.R.V.I.S.! This is the only time I can watch Jerry Springer in peace." She growled, angrily shoving the bowl of popcorn off her lap, onto the floor.

"Apologies Ms. Wilson, mentors Xavier, Coulson and Pennyworth request everyone's presence on sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. They ask that you come prepared for battle."

Wren nearly spat her coke out as she took a drink, sitting up quickly. "Woah woah woah, wait a minute!" She threw out her arms like she was trying to silence a crowd, when in reality it was simply an intangible A.I. "You mean to tell me I can come... with my guns?"

"That is correct."

"Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!" Wren hoped up from her seat. She turned around and hurdled over the back of the couch, rushing towards her bedroom. "You should have said that in the first place. There are more than a few assholes in this academy I'd like to introduce to Bonnie and Clyde." She bee lined for her closet, throwing open the doors. She yanked out her red suit and tossed it onto her bed.

"Bonnie and Clyde?"

Wren popped out of her closet, holding a pistol in each hand. "Bonnie." She waved her left hand. "Clyde." She waved her right.

J.A.R.V.I.S. remained quiet for a long moment. "10 minutes Ms. Wilson."

"Yeah, yeah." She waved her hands towards the direction of the computers voice. "Stupid computer doesn't get my jokes," Wren grumbled as she wiggled into the legs of her red suit, leaving the top half of the unitard handing off her hips.

"I heard that."

Wren rolled her eyes, slipping her guns into their holsters on either one of her thighs. She adjusted the strap of her sports bra before slipping the straps of her katanas' holster over her left shoulder like a purse. Her right hand grabbed a pair of sunglasses off her dresser as she passed it and headed towards the door.

"It is 3 am, there is no sun."

"Oh, so now you make jokes." Wren snorted, putting the sunglasses on and exited out into the hall. She sauntered down the hall to the stairs, deciding to take them instead of the elevator that will quickly be overfilled with other students.

It wasn't long before she reached sub-level 23. Wren kicked open the door, and skipped her way down the hall towards the grim trio. "What's up docs? Why the late night call?"

Alfred smiled towards her while the other two seemed to barely acknowledge her presence. Mycroft didn't even look up and make eye contact as he spoke to her. "Be quiet and take your spot in line."

"Ouch... Daytime doesn't agree with you and apparently nighttime doesn't either."

Mycroft lethargically looked up, pointing his index finger at the line on the ground before him. "Get. In. Line."

Wren held up her hand in surrender as she turned around and moved to stand on the line. But just to spite Mycroft, she removed the swords from her back and dropped them on the ground. They landed with a loud crash before she flopped down on the ground beside them. She rested her hands on the floor behind as she crossed her ankles before her. Wren could tell Mycroft wanted to say something but as he parted his lips to speak, she beat him to it. "I am on the line douche-croft."

Alfred chuckled. "Oh, let her be. It's late."

Mycroft grumbled, looking down at his papers. "You're too soft on them, old man."

***

It seemed the more time Tobias spent in the academy, the harder it was for him to sleep. Everything weighed so heavily on him. He wanted to embrace the academy. Make a name for himself that wasn't associated with Magneto. But his father lead the Brotherhood. And even worse, Mystique was trapped there. He could leave without a second glance if it was just his father, disobey him and lead an attack on the Brotherhood of Mutants. But with Raven there... He was half tempted to spy, just to keep her alive.

The thoughts kept him up at night, boiling at the base of his skull like lava. No matter how many more positives there were to completely joining the Academy, Mystique out numbered it all. She was his mum. Not biologically, but she was. He would rather die one thousand painful deaths before ever harming her... And that was his problem.

Buzz. Buzz.

His cellphone vibrated on the table beside him as he sat on his balcony, reading the Odyssey. Tobias had half a mind to ignore it, but finally caved and withdrew the device from his pocket. Mum illuminated the screen. He slid his thumb across the glass then put the phone to his ear. "I was just thinking about you."

"I had hoped you were asleep... I planned on just leaving you a message."

"It's ok, mum. I was just reading." He closed the book and set it on the table beside him.

"You should try to get some sleep, Tobias. You can't be a hero if you're fatigued."

Tobias chuckled, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm no hero."

"Not this again... Tobias. Please, do what's best for you. I can handle him."

He rubbed his eyes with his right hand as he sighed. "...It's not that simple. You know what he'll do to you if I—"

Tobias was cut off when he heard the alarm throughout the tower. But the noise wasn't ear piercing or interruptive in his penthouse. Instead, he wouldn't have heard it at all if it weren't for him sitting on the balcony.

"I apologizes Mr. Lehnsherr, but your presence is requested."

"Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S., just a moment." He held up his index finger before speaking back towards his phone. "I must go. Training."

"I'm sure you will excel, my dear. Please, get some sleep after."

"Ok, mum. I love you." Tobias ended the call. He grabbed his book and stood up from where he was sitting. He headed back into his penthouse, slipping the novel into its home on his bookshelf.

"I am sorry for the interruption Mr. Lehnsherr, but the mentors request that you dress for battle and report to sub-level 23 in 10 minutes."

"Thank you." He headed into his bedroom, stopping in the doorway. "And thank you... For silencing the alarm."

"Of course."

It wasn't often that he got the chance to talk to Mystique. He could never call her, and she could only call him if she is able to slip away from Magneto long enough to get away with it. It might be silly to thank a computer for respecting his phone call, but he appreciated it. Even if the call was for a minute, it was important to him.

Tobias sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. He was never one to wear a ridiculous suit like some of the descendants. His father tried to get him his own set of armor, but he didn't want it. Partly because it'd only make him look even more like Magneto, but also because it slowed him down... And you can't blend into a crowd dressed like a Power Ranger. What he was wearing was good enough. He had ample movement.

He stopped by the table that held his helmet on the way towards the door. Tobias pursed his lips, staring at the head piece. Prepare for battle. The alarm didn't seem urgent enough to be anything other than another extensive training exercise. But if he were going into battle... Real battle... He'd need it. He sighed, slipping his fingers through the eye holes in the helmet and picked it up. It was helpful, but it was identical to his father's. Tobias hated how he looked in it... Like a young Erik Lehnsherr.

Tobias had no need for weapons or anything else. With a final glance around his penthouse, he sighed and opened the door. "Wish me luck J.A.R.V.I.S."

"Good luck sir. Although I do not think you need it."

He smiled, closing the door and heading down the hall. Tobias took a deep breath as he pressed the button for the elevator. He was silently relieved when it arrived absent any others. Once he entered it, he held out his left hand, palm towards the ground. Without much effort, he sent the elevator down, past all the other floors, regardless if the called for the lift or not.

When he reached the appropriate floor, he quietly walked down the hall towards the mentors and a reclining Wren. Tobias quirked a brow at the red head, but said nothing as he stood a few feet down the line from her.

"See," Mycroft said pointing towards Tobias but talking towards Wren. "That is how you stand in line."

"Oh, blow it out your ass," Wren scoffed, bouncing her right foot over her left, not even looking in Tobias' direction.

***

Frankie was sound asleep in her bed, snuggled under a mountain of blankets. When the alarm sounded, it rang through her room like the soft chirping of birds and the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind. She groaned softly as she shifted in bed, rubbing her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she sat up seeing as how it was still black as night outside.

"J.A.R.V.I.S.? What's going on?" she asked through yawns, stretching her arms out in either direction. Frankie was tempted to just lay back down and go back to sleep. But she never woke in the night on her own unless it was a nightmare. And considering she cannot remember what she dreamt of, she knew that wasn't it.

"I am sorry to wake you Ms. Parker. But your presence is required on sub-level 23. Your mentors request that you be present in 15 minutes and dress for battle."

Frankie sighed, throwing her blankets off her legs and lethargically climbed out of bed. "J.A.R.V.I.S.? Could you please brew a pot of coffee while I get dressed?"

"Certainly."

Frankie padded her bare feet over to her closet, pushing back the doors. She slid clothes over out of the way to reveal her mothers suit in a cabinet along the back wall. A melancholy smile graced her lips as she took it out. She stood frozen for a long moment, looking over the white and black suit. "Hi mom," she whispered, thumbing over the fabric.

In no time she was dressed in her mother's old Spider Gwen suit, walking out into the living room of her penthouse. Frankie picked up her webshooters that rested on the coffee table, attaching them to her wrists as she made her way to the kitchen. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of fresh brewed coffee. "J.A.R.V.I.S. you rock!" she said as she made herself a cup of the wonderfully warm caffeinated drink. She held the mug in her small hands, sipping from it as she exited her penthouse and walked towards the elevator.

It seemed to take extra long that particular moment, and she could have sworn she heard it go down right past her floor, but she was content with waiting and drinking her coffee. When it finally came she stepped on and road it down to the training floor. Frankie walked down the hall, smiling towards the mentors and other descendants that were waiting in line. "Morn—Evening?" She moved to stand beside Tobias, and held her coffee out towards him. "Wanna sip?"

"Thanks," he replied quietly, taking a drink from her mug and then handed it back.

"Wren?" Frankie motioned the cup towards her.

"Oh, you don't want me to drink that," Wren replied. "Then I'll never shut up."

***

Ross snored as his body was swallowed by the giant bean bag chair. The blue light from his TV shined against his face as the Xbox controlled raised and lowered on his chest with his breathing. When the alarm blared throughout his room, he startled awake sending the controller flying across the room. "Aye! Who be there?!"

"Me, Mr. McCulloch."

He groaned, waving his hand like he was shooing the computer away as he rolled over on the beanbag and immediately started snoring again. But it didn't last long when the alarms grew louder. "Yer mother is a fackin' whore!" Ross yelled, lethargically rolling out of the bean bag chair and onto the floor.

"I don't have mother... Unless you want to call Mr. Stark my mother, but—"

"Oy, shut up." Ross pushed off the ground, nearly falling over as he tried to balance on his own two feet. "T'fuck you want?" He rubbed his eyes, dragging his feet as he headed towards his bedroom. But before he entered, the door slammed shut in his face.

"I'm sorry sir, but you are going the wrong way."

"The hell I am!?" Ross rested his forehead against the door, banging his hand weakly on its surface. "Le'me sleep!"

"You are requested to go to sub-level 23 dressed for battle in 10 minutes."

"I'm not goin'." Ross started walking back towards the bean bag chair, eyes barely opened.

"I've been ordered to turn on the sprinklers in your room if you do not come."

Ross growled, kicking the bean bag chair. He wouldn't have cared, he could sleep in rain, shine... Tornado. But everything in his room would be ruined... Especially the arcade. "Fine!" Ross grabbed the closet outfit he could find and nearly put it on backwards as he got dressed, almost falling over as he stepped in the legs of his pants. He snatched up his mirror pack on the way to the door and slammed the door shut behind him as he exited his penthouse.

When he reached the training floor, the bags were prominent under his eyes as he seemed to move in slow motion over to the line. His gaze dragged over to the cup of glorious steamy goodness in Frankie's hand. "Fer the love of God." He didn't wait to be offered a drink. He reached out and took the cup, nearly drinking half of its contents. "Yer a Goddess, Frankeh. Has anyone told yeh?"

Frankie chuckled, taking back the cup. "You look like you need it more than I do."

Ross gave a weak smirk, leaning back against the wall. Even on two feet, his eyes fought to fall. It seemed to take more energy to try and keep them open than it did to remain standing. Every moment or so, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Grey Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons
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He tossed and turned, unable to tune out the little bumps and creaks of the night while focusing on falling asleep. With his powers, those microscopic sounds of movement became magnetized. He heard footsteps, snoring, laughter tinged with fatigue. They were all muffled and far-off, like patterings of rain against a windowpane, but his ears could still distinguish each and every crunch and crack. It was annoying to say the least. Especially on restless nights like this one.

Eyes still closed, he reached for a pair of earplugs on the nightstand to his right. To his dismay, the little balls of memory foam rolled off the tabletop onto the hardwood floor, and continued to cruise away from his fingers until they stopped just underneath his bed. This woke him up ever slightly, which consequently allowed Jack to notice a curious exchange of dialogue happening more than fifty stories below him...

"Remind me again why we're up at this hour?"

"Crash course training exercise. Threats don't wait until they've gotten a full eight hours."

"Excellent. J.A.R.V.I.S., 15 minute alarm please."


Weren't those the voices of the mentors? Groggily, he propped himself up on two elbows and swept the sleep from his eyes. Lord knows what those old men were up to at this hour. Jack furrowed his brows and concentrated, attempting to listen in on their conversation.

"Tell them to come prepared for battle,"

"Hold on," Alfred Pennyworth's voice interjected, "some of these students use grenades, guns... live weaponry."

"Precisely."

"They should be using sparring equipment, not adamantium blades. This could get them killed,"


"That's the point Mr. Pennyworth," Mycroft clarified. The sound of a pen against a clipboard followed soon after.

Jack sat up, brushing his feet against the cold floor. The men had his curiosity, but now they had his full attention. He balled his fingers into fists, trying to place even more emphasis on the faraway whispering of their voices within his eardrums, but regretted doing so once he heard Mycroft's next sentence...

"J.A.R.V.I.S., the message please."

Shit.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!..."

An explosion of blaring sounds flooded every penthouse in the building - including his own - therefore forcing Jack to instinctively press both palms over his exposed ears. Every chime made them ring higher. He grimaced and gritted his teeth while attempting to adjust to the high-pitched hysteria. It was like a telephone bouncing around inside his head.

"I'm up! I'M UP! J.A.R.V.I.S., make it stop!"

And promptly, the noise ceased.

"I am sorry to wake you, Mr. Murdock. But your presence is required on sub-level 23. Your mentors request that you be present in 15 minutes and-"

"Yeah, I got it. I got it. Thanks, J.A.R.V.I.S."

What assholes. Couldn't the mentors have initiated this at a more welcome hour? In fifteen minutes, sub-level 23 would be crowded with sleepless zombies. Or maybe not. This was Descendant Academy: a school full of superpowered freaks. No one was ever asleep. Not really.

He leapt to his closet and searched for the billy club hidden conveniently behind his row of clothes. Suddenly, he heard another ringing sound coming from the kitchen, only this time it was less harsh in tone.

"Incoming call from 'Phoebe - Prince.'"

She was awake.

"Answer and put it on the intercom, please."

The chiming in the kitchen stopped. He closed his closet and smiled.

"Sup, Princess? Good morning, by the way."

The sound of her yawn carried throughout the whole floor.

"Morning," she answered, her tired voice an octave deeper. "Since you're awake, I'm assuming you got the message, too?"

He tossed his father's weapon onto the bed and mirthlessly chuckled. "Oh, I got the message, all right."

"Do you know what's going on? J.A.R.V.I.S. said to prepare for battle...is there an attack on the tower?"

He kept forgetting this was only her third week at the academy.

"No, I think I picked up on Mycroft's voice before the alarm rang...it's a crazy drill. They're going to pit us against each other."

A short silence. It was as though he could hear her heart stop through the intercom.

"You're kidding, right?"

"I wish I was," he frowned, trudging into the bathroom. He flicked on the lights and grabbed his toothbrush, rinsing it under the faucet and dabbing a glob of paste onto its bent bristles.

"Why are they making us fight each other this early in the morning?" Phoebe questioned in disbelief.

"If I 'emember correctly, it's 'ecause 'threats 'on't wait until we've 'otten a full eight hours," he mumbled, doing his best Mycroft impersonation through a mouthful of toothpaste. He quickly brushed some more and then spat into the sink below, eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

"Okay...well, J.A.R.V.I.S. said to prepare for battle...should I bring armor?"

He froze. That was a very good question he unfortunately knew the answer to.

"Well, under any other circumstances I'd say no," Jack explained, scurrying back to his bedroom, "But this is Descendant Academy we're talking about. People take everything seriously here. I guarantee you there will be at least a few students so armored to the teeth, they'll look like World of Warcraft cosplayers."

He opened the closet a second time, grabbing his father's iconic Daredevil costume from a top shelf.

"So yeah...don't forget your armor."

Jack proceeded to pull the red suit over his pajama bottoms, zipped it up, then reached for the horned helmet sitting on an opposite shelf. He heard Phoebe exhale.

"All right. I'm going to get ready now. Thanks, Jack. See you in a few minutes."

"See ya."

She hung up, leaving him to his own devices...literally. He grabbed his billy club - still concealed as a cane - from off his unmade bed and split the weapon in two, juggling the twin batons in the air and practicing a few moves in the dark. He then spent the next two minutes stretching. (The whole time wishing he could crawl back into bed.) Once he was all warmed up, Jack snatched his helmet and carried it between his chest and inner elbow. He then strutted to the kitchen, grabbing his phone and set of earbuds. He inserted the minuscule speakers into the two sensitive holes in his head and began to search for a song. Unfortunately, he didn't have time for a nutritious breakfast. Maybe if he did well today, he'd treat himself to some scrambled eggs.

Jack finally settled on an old Gorillaz tune from his middle school days and shut the door to his penthouse, quickly punching the elevator button. The ride down took forever, as per usual. He adjusted the volume on his phone, making sure the sound was as quiet as mechanically possible. There were some perks to being the son of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, one of them being that he never had to worry about television, phone, or computer volume. Another perk being that the farther down the elevator dropped, the more he could overhear the half-awake conversations happening on sub-level 23. The closer he got, the more voices he could discern.

"Oh, you don't want me to drink that then I'll never shut up." chimed an iconic voice he knew all too well. Wren was probably one of those people still completely awake despite the hour. Knowing this, Jack unconsciously fixed his posture, even going so far as to clear his throat. For a moment, he wondered what kind of witty banter they would exchange today.

"By Odin's Beard! So it's true, this magical place in time when you actually don't speak, actually exists!" crowed another voice he unfortunately knew all too well. He rolled his eyes as she annoyingly exclaimed that the Daily Bugle should print such important information. In his opinion, Schuyler Simmons was nothing but a shaken-up bottle of soda untouched by atmospheric pressure. He didn't want to pry open her cap and let all that volcanic fizz explode out, but sometimes it was fun to twist her a bit; just enough to stir up some sort of surprised reaction.

He peered towards the elevator's top screen. He was on the ground floor now, and instantaneously, more voices flooded in. He could hear Frankie's chirping, Conrad's energetic greetings and the sexy Scottish accent of Ross McCulloch, Mr. Mirror Master. Eventually a cloud of scents crept into his nostrils as well. It was a rush of popcorn, coffee, shampoo and...Red Bull.

The last voice he heard was Liz's before the elevator stopped at sub-level 23. “I assume you are still awake yes?” she said, the sound of her words travelling towards the floor. Using his sonar-like radar sense, Jack discerned that she was most likely talking to Wren.

And then the doors opened, and a spitfire of reactions began to pour out of him.

"Oh, she's always awake," he smiled at Liv, sending a wink down to Miss Wilson herself. "In fact, she just had popcorn for breakfast." Instead of staying to chat, he kept walking forward, wondering if Wrenpool knew that the snack's smell was still on her hands.

"I wouldn't waste your time, Schuyler," he quipped while strolling past her, "The Daily Bugle isn't a gossip column. They have no patience for hearsay." Jack quickly looked back at the row of mentors, unable to tell if their hard glares were disapproving or just naturally stern.

He then waved to his buddies, Ross and Jaxon, and pivoted in place once he reached the end of the line. A weird whiff found a way into his nostrils...were those pills or more coffee he was smelling? No matter. He had more important things to pursue. He switched the song playing on his phone and searched his contacts for Phoebe. He began to type a text message, attaching the photo he had discreetly taken of Schuyler's battle armor while passing her in line. To him, it definitely looked like it had come from an online fantasy roleplaying game. He sent the message with a smirk, which simply read, "Told you."

Jack tapped his toes in silence, barely lifting his gaze from the screen so as to dodge any intimidating glares his peers might have been throwing in his direction. Finally, his phone buzzed, and he snorted at Phoebe's curt reply.


You're an ass.

Well, she wasn't wrong. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as his phone buzzed again.

See you in two minutes.






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Armor? Check. Sword and shield? Check. Lasso? Check. Sanity? Well, that box was yet to be marked.

She put her phone down onto the kitchen table and shook her head, gazing up at the ceiling in a vertigo of conflicting emotions. Phoebe was surprised that her best friend somehow managed to stay alive, what with the dirt he found out about people and quiet ruckus he was always causing within the academy. He truly lived up to his moniker. Although she had yet to meet him, she assumed his father had also been a total daredevil in his youth.

Her eyes closed. Deep breath in and out. A sip of water and it was straight out the door. But not before saying goodbye to J.A.R.V.I.S.

"Goodbye, Miss Prince," he chimed, "And good luck."

"Thanks," she smiled, knowing she'd need it.

As she stood in the elevator, continuing her meditative breathing, she reflected upon the three things she had learned about Descendant Academy in the three short weeks she had lived there.

Number one, it was a friendlier place than she had expected, but not nearly as friendly as she would have liked. Jack was irrefutably right when he had told her that everyone took everything seriously. Well, maybe not everyone and everything, but when it came to the art of battle, people sure did love to put up a fight. Even at three in the morning, it seemed. Phoebe was still embarrassed by the fact that she had her ass handed to her the first week of training. The girl took no pleasure in combat. She fought only because she knew it was necessary for the protection of herself and others. But from what she had seen, it seemed like some people actually got a rush from punching a person's face in.

No longer was she a big fish in the pond of Manhattan. From now on, she had to keep her guard up. Fortunately, she had people like Frankie Parker to keep her grounded, but at the end of the day, there was a fiery, intense, competitive vibe within the school that a mellow person such as herself just couldn't mesh with.

Number two, survival wasn't sure. Of course the mentors were concerned for every student's improvement. This was a school, after all. However, there were some days when she wondered if they even cared about the wellbeing of the trainees. Almost a year ago, Jack had told her about an instance when a friend of his had been on the verge of death while engaged in combat with another descendant. He had also prattled about many other instances in which student's faces had been smashed into bloody pulps, more than five bones had been broken at once, and victims had been dropped from great heights. Not that Phoebe wasn't used to these things as a low-key vigilante, but sometimes she wondered if the mentors would let things go...too far. She hadn't really talked to any of them. They all seemed cold, distant. Concerned with other matters much greater than sparring practice. Especially with the exercise that was about to take place, she couldn't help but wonder if they cared about life and death. Maybe they wanted a small yet powerful graduating class. Maybe they even played favorites.

And number three, there were many secrets. She didn't know what they were, but with the enhanced empathy and Athenian insight she had inherited from her demigodess mother, she could definitely feel them churning inside people's heads. Especially the mentors' heads. Jack easily picked up a few of them, like they were seashells stranded across a shore. However, she wondered if there was something deeper. She felt something deeper. The real secrets weren't on the surface: they were gemstones buried in underground mines. They were fossils hidden in amber. There was just one question: was she willing to uncover them?

Phoebe's eyes widened with the elevator doors. Pulled from her thoughts, she slowly walked down the hallway, fiddling with the tight silver bracelets that had once been a staple of her mother's signature costume. Her eyes detected that Coulson's were sparkling just at the sight of them. She then inspected the line of powerful descendants, noticing the majority wore either gritty scowls or ambitious grins. She swallowed, wondering if she was the only one actually afraid for the "battle" to come.

However, she did send a little smile to Frankie, who was busy talking to Ross. Maybe she would join her in line.

But first, she needed to talk to Jack.

"Well, hey there." he greeted her, a toothy smile gracing the lower half of his face.

"Morning. Again." she grinned. Her beaming wasn't as convincing as his. "I know you probably don't want to hear this, especially this early, but I think you should be nicer to Schuyler Simmons. She's really interesting, y'know. I heard she was raised in Asgard."

He just shook his head. She could tell he was prepared to throw a potent retort right in her face, but then his smirk suddenly went straight.

"You look nervous."

Her fingers were twitching and she didn't even notice.

"Yeah...I kinda am."

She looked down, embarrassed and florid in the face, but the blonde-haired man beside her didn't laugh.

"Good," he nodded, "you'd be stupid if you weren't. Use it to your advantage. It's the fearless ones who always underestimate their opponents."

His hazel eyes were overflowing with sincerity. Gently, her lips tugged upwards, and for a moment she was at peace. He may have been arrogant and selfish at times, but somehow, Jack Murdock always knew what to say.

"Here," he chuckled, handing his phone over to her and placing the little buds in her ears. "This song will help. It's your theme song."

"Oh my god, no."

Well, maybe she didn't have the moral strength or shameless demeanor to dance to Barry Gibb's voice at the moment, but she did appreciate the message. All she had to do was stay alive, and the rest of her day would be fine. Phoebe's head bobbed up and down as she cranked up the volume, watching Jack put on his serious face. It was the face he made when listening to his surroundings. However, it didn't take long before he was bobbing his head in time to the beat, just like she was.

"Let's rock 'n roll this bitch of a morning." he whispered with a half-smile sharper than a pen stroke.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Grey Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons
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"By Odin's Beard! So it's true, this magical place in time when you actually don't speak, actually exists! They said it couldn't be real, it was only a myth!" Schuyler made her own obnoxious entrance. Surprise, surprise. Wren tried not to make audible gagging noise as she rolled her eyes, while the "Asgardian," Asgardian my ass, shook Frankie with her exaggerated shock. "Frankie, call the Daily Bugle! This front page news!"

Wren groaned, retracting her legs from in front of her so that her knees were to her chest. In a single movement, her hands pushed off the ground while her legs hoisted her up onto her feet. Her right hand slid her sunglasses up onto her forehead before she crossed her arms.

Frankie batted Schuyler's hands away with a half hearted laugh. "You're talking more than she is right now." Playful sarcasm from the blonde, but Wren liked it. She gave a bellowing chuckle, then pointed towards Frankie in an 'Ah ha' like gesture. Just to spite Schuyler, she decided not to say anything. Just give a smug as smirk with her arms crossed.

Her attention easily shifted from the aggravating wench in front of her to Liz who bee-lined towards her. Not surprising, Wren's mind was a lot more... silent compared to others' in the academy. Although its been said her mouth does double the work of normal minds, Liz still liked the relative silence she got around Wren. “I assume you are still awake yes?”

She parted her lips to answer but a different voice was quicker than her own. "Oh, she's always awake," Jack Murdock said in response to Liz's question as he strolled out of the elevator. Wren whipped her head around to glance over her shoulder in his direction to be met by a wink from the junior Daredevil himself.

"I sleep less than Schuyler showers," Wren added to Jack's comment towards Liz. "A side effect of my... spectacular stamina." Her gaze drifted towards Jack with a catlike sharpness. A suggestive smirk gracing her lips as she raised a brow.

"In fact, she just had popcorn for breakfast," Jack added as he continued past them.

Wren's flirtatious stature quickly faded as her jaw dropped slightly. She raised her right hand to check her breath with furrowed brows. "Damn his senses," she cursed under her breath. "And," she raised an index finger, "I don't think it technically counts as breakfast if I never went to bed. More like a late night snake."

Her gaze drifted over her shoulder back towards Jack when he spoke up again, this time towards Schuyler. "I wouldn't waste your time, Schuyler. The Daily Bugle isn't a gossip column. They have no patience for hearsay."

Wren snorted at the comment, unable to help but smile at the fact that Jack was only one who even slightly defended her against others' mockery. She tried to wipe the grin from her face as she turned back towards Liz. She parted her lips to speak to her current companion but again was cut off by someone else.

"Ms. Wilson, the exercise will be starting any moment. Might I suggest you finished getting dressed," Mycroft commanded in his snooty British accent.

She growled, rolling her eyes. "It's not like my tits are hanging out. Half of the sluts here wear less than this on a daily basis," Wren groaned, as she took her swords' holster off her shoulder. She held them out to Liz for her to hold momentarily. Wren then slipped her hands into the sleeves of her suit that dangled off her hips. She wiggled and shimmied her way into the tight red outfit, and zipped it up. Her right hand reached out and took her swords back from Liz, sliding it onto her back like a backpack. Wren didn't even humor another comment to Mycroft and looked back towards Liz. "As I was going to say... You look fairly awake yourself. Were you not asleep when the alarms went off?"

***

"Boys," Schuyler said towards him and Ross. Tobias tried not to scoffed or roll his eyes at the comment. He was the farthest thing from a boy. Him and Ross both were among some of the oldest students at the academy after all.

As more of his fellows students filed into the hall of sub-level 23, it was to no surprise most of them ignored Tobias' presence like he was a statue... A gargoyle that people walked past and barely spared a glance towards. That was until Petra joined the growing crowd. It was a simple nod of her head, but it was acknowledgement. The corner of Tobias' mouth curled up as he nodded his head in return towards his... niece. It's going to take awhile to get used to that.

It was then that Conrad teleported in behind Mycroft, and began to mock him behind his back. Tobias couldn't help but smirk and chuckle slightly when the uptight Brit knew Conrad was behind him the entire time. He couldn't help but wonder if baldy had ever laughed or smiled in his life. How someone like Charles Xavier created something so cold and heartless was beyond him. And why the academy wish graced with his icy disposition made no sense.

His fingers strummed along the top of his helmet that he held against his abdomen while he waited. Tobias let his mind wonder, not caring about the nonsense that carried on around him between the other students. If anything, he just wanted to get the exercise over so he could go to his room and attempt to sleep.

The ding of the elevator seemed to add more voices and chatter to the narrow corridor. When he happened to glance up for a moment to try and count who wasn't there, he met Lilith's gaze temporarily. He gave a slight nod of his head. No, they weren't the best of friends but they had a kinship over similar parentage, and what not. She wasn't scared of him, that was a start.

Sometimes Tobias hated how lonely he could feel in a room full of people. He was invisible in plain sight. Ironic, when he stood out like a sore thumb. The world would probably stop if he actually spoke up and initiated small talk with anyone standing beside him. He wasn't going to, but the thought of everyone's faces was amusing. His gaze followed Phoebe as she entered the hall and walked over to Jack. The poor girl looked terrified. Not that he blamed her. Each training exercise pushed them farther and farther until they excel... or die. And Tobias had a feeling that not all of them would graduate to hero. Everyone there should be terrified... But instead they're carrying on like they're in high school.

***

Frankie stood in her place in line, sipping from her cup of coffee occasionally. Every time the elevators open, her eyes brighten, a smile gracing her lips as she looked to see who joined them. Her delicate digits that were slipped through the coffee mug handle waved towards Petra as she joined them and stood beside Ross. They weren't the best of friends or anything, but Frankie always tried to make her feel welcome. Petra was nice, contrary to what anyone else might have thought.

Riley followed behind. Frankie gave him a friendly smile before he made his way towards his less than happy friends. Jaxon and Ross were definitely not the happiest when it came to being woken up in the middle of the night. Maybe Riley was trying to cheer them up. But what they really needed was a bed... or like ten 5 hour energies.

Frankie raised her elbow to lightly bump Ross in the side. The Scot nearly tipped over, apparently using the wall as a makeshift bed. "Jaxon, do you want a drink?" she offered, holding the cup towards Ross to pass on.

But before he handed it off, Ross took another large drink and then held it out to Jaxon. "Aye, 'll help... a wee bit, at least."

Frankie jumped when she felt a poke in her side. She quickly turned around, batting away Conrad's tail with a laugh. She went to go tickle him back, but stopped a few inches away from him when she heard Phil address another student. "Mr Kent."

Her smile only seemed to grow. Frankie's gaze was fixed on James, her right hand brushing back loose blonde locks while her right tried to catch Conrad off guard with a poke to the side. It seemed as though the young Superman's smile grew when he met her gaze. "Hey Francis."

"James," Frankie replied quietly. Her cheeks flushing slightly when he addressed her by her proper name. He was the only one at the academy that did that. And the only one who could get away with it. She watched him move to the end of the line, but diverted her gaze towards Maura who smiled towards her as she passed. Frankie raised her free hand and waved towards her before she too disappeared to the back of the line.

She turned around fully to face Conrad, making sure to keep an eye on his tail. "You look pretty... awake. Were you up late watching movies again?" Frankie asked with a playful smile.

***

Ross was so far... unbelievably out of it. Somehow he managed to find a way to prop himself against the wall just right that even when he started dozing off, his body remained standing. The occasional thing brought him out of it, people lining up near him, talking or when Frankie asked him to pass the cup of coffee to Jaxon. It sucked. Why they had to be awake at this time was ridiculous.

Usually he'd be chatting and bullshitting with Jaxon, Riley and Jack but he could barely keep his eyes open. Let alone hold a conversation. Just when he seemed to get into a good niche on the wall and allow himself to doze off once again, someone finally came for him. Not Jaxon or Frankie... And, of course, not Tobias. But him.

“You look like you need a pick me up.”

Ross groaned, not opening his eyes to look towards Cree. He didn't need to see her to know it was her. "Ey need a fuckin' bed." He finally cracked his right eye to see the bottle of caffeine pills she rattled before him. He moaned lethargically as he pushed off the wall and snatched the bottle from her hand. He dumped an unknown amount of pills into his palm before handing the bottle back and taking Frankie's cup of coffee from Jaxon. Caffeine chased by caffeine. This was going to go badly.

"When 'm more hyper than a toddler with a sugar high, I'm goin' to be yer problem Luthor." Ross gave a tired and attempted innocent smile towards his friend. "Ya may want a new mate." He chuckled, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

With a yawn, he raised his head and glanced around the hall. It seemed in Ross' fit of dozing in and out of sleep, most of his classmates had filled the corridor. But he couldn't help but notice the absence of a particular person... Abigail. Where was she? And why was it causing an unsettling feeling in his stomach that she wasn't there? She's just a rather large pain in the ass. Why should he care if she's tardy. He scratched at his head, looking back towards Cree, trying not to think about it.

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"Jaxon. What's up?" Riley said as he bumped Jaxon's shoulder lightly with his fist.

Jaxon opened his mouth to respond, but ended up yawning instead. After Jaxon's show of stretching his arms over his head as he yawned, he finally answered Riley. "I'm fucking tired man." He noticed Riley's upbeat demeanor and looked at him incredulously. "How in the hell are there so many people here that are wide awake? It's like I'm in some kind of fairytale land where no one understands the concept of sleep."

As soon as he finished the sentence, Frankie called out to him. "Jaxon, do you want a drink?"

She passed what must be a cup of coffee towards Ross. At the sight of the coffee, Jaxon lost all interest in his conversation with Riley and focused his attention on the cup. Ross took a large drink before he held it out to Jaxon. "Aye, 'll help... a wee bit, at least."

Jaxon greedily snatched the cup from Ross's hand and took a sip. "Thanks Frankie, I really needed that."

The coffee was getting a little to cold for his liking, so he increased the temperature of his hands and wrapped them around the cup. He took another drink and groaned at the taste of the hot beverage. Jaxon could already feel himself becoming more alert and with a few more sips and some friendly conversations, he would be fully awake.

More people entered the training room as he continued to nurse the cup of coffee. He liked almost everyone at the academy so he wasn't particularly irritated by anyone's presence. If Abigail had showed up then a wave of irritation may have hit him especially since he wasn't in the mood to argue, but she must have been running a little late because Jaxon hadn't seen her yet. When Conrad popped into the room behind Mycroft making fun of the guy, Jaxon laughed. Conrad was always a bundle of joy and his presence brightened the atmosphere of the room, at least until Thaleia walked out of the elevator. That girl was as cold as ice and she kind of scared Jaxon, but not enough to keep him away. Jaxon would become her friend eventually, he would have to suffer through many insulting words to do it, but he was determined to get through to her.

Some of his friends entered such as Xavier, Andrew, and Jack. Jack waved at him and Ross as he passed them and Jaxon waved back with the hand that wasn't holding the coffee. His mood was much better now that more of his friends were here and the coffee had done it's job in waking Jaxon up.

He had just went to take a sip of said coffee when Ross ripped it from his hands. Jaxon stared down at his hand that was now holding nothing and pouted slightly. Ross was lucky that he was Jaxon's friend or he would have lit his ass on fire for doing that.

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Mycroft checked his watch again, before slipping his clipboard under his arm, holding it between his bicep and chest. He cupped his hands together in front of him before clearing his throat to get the student's attention. "Alright, simmer down." He waited cold and stoic until they all grew silent and gave him their undivided attention. "... Finally."

He took a deep breath and motioned to the doors on either side of the hall. "As you've probably guessed, this is a training exercise. Evil and intergalactic threats couldn't care less if you've had your full 8 hours or not. So you must be prepared at any moment, hungry, tired or injured to fight and accomplish what you must."

"I'm sure most of you are assuming this shall be another sparring exercise where we pair you off and let you fight. But we're beyond that now. That was to prepare you for whatever threat you may face, but now we are going to assess you. This exercise is the most realistic and likely of situations you will encounter thus far. We do not want you to take it lightly for we will not assess you lightly. You receive either a pass or fail. There are no in betweens or partial grades."


Mycroft looked towards the other mentors, and Phil then stepped forward. "As you all may know, a few years ago Captain America, Black Widow, and the Falcon... Along with others, faced down a threat of Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D. During a raid on a particular Hydra base, we got complete scans of the facilities. Within each simulation room is an exact replica of said base. Barricaded, reinforced with hundreds of soldiers. Your objective will be to penetrate their defenses—" Phil's gaze did not fluctuate. "Not a word Ms. Wilson."

Wren groaned. "I didn't say anything... yet," she mumbled.

Phil sighed before continuing. "As I was saying... Penetrate their defenses, and gain access to their base. You need to get to their mainframe in the basement... Within there, there is a single manila envelope. You are to retrieve this envelope and return it to us."

Mycroft holds up his finger to silence everyone before they start speaking up again. "It is not quite that simple... So before you start acting like this is a cake walk... There are some guidelines. The envelope must not be damaged in any way, so blowing up the facility is not an option. We'll allow folding it to put in a pack or pocket... But burns, tears, water damage, etc. are unacceptable. You also may not open the envelope. The contents are highly secretive and delicate."

Phil cleared his throat before continuing on. "You may accomplish this task however you see fit. If that be through stealth or brute force. There are no hostages or innocents. If you are seen by anyone you must eliminate the threat. And if the alarms go off, you cannot leave until every threat has been terminated. In a mission of high sensitivity you can not leave any loose ends because it could compromise you, your loved ones and the academy."

Alfred gave a warm smile. "Lastly, you may tackle this mission on your own or you may partner up with another student of your choosing. Both options have merit but if you work along side someone else, please know that you must work as a team. 50/50 and together. Your grade will be no different going at it solo or in a partnership, but do choose your partners wisely if that is the route you decide to take. There is no time limit... but the longer you take, the more likely you will be discovered or fail. But I do suggest beating sunrise."






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Wren stood there with her arms crossed and lips pursed. "That's it? Just stroll in there, take a stupid fucking envelope and leave?" Cold sarcasm was dripping from every word. "This is what we were brought here for?"

Mycroft stepped forward unamused. "Ms. Wilson it took all of the avengers to infiltrate a Hydra base in Sokovia. Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye and the Hulk... Easy is being allowed to spar your fellow classmates without lethal weapons, being allowed to stop before death."

She rolled her eyes pushing off the wall. "Do we get anything for completing it first?"

"You can go to bed sooner than everyone else."

Wren snorted and rolled her eyes. Her right hand placed her mask in her mouth as she walked past the mentors. She twisted her braid and held it in place against her skull. Then with her other hand, took her mask and put it on. She weaved her way through the other Descendants, making her way to a door at the farthest end of the hall. As she walked she tightened her weapons holsters and adjusted them on her. She stopped in front of the door and proceeded to check the clips of her guns and turn the safeties off.

She glanced back over her shoulder towards her other classmates. Wren wondered if she should ask someone to partner with her or not. Of course, she could go in solo... Literally run right through the front door and kill everyone. The Avengers can't take 100 bullets and live, but she could. But Wren thought a friendly competition throughout the exercise with Arthur could be interesting. Jack would be able to keep up with her and could probably know what she's thinking before she says it. Those were the only two she'd consider partnering with, after all... They were the only ones who'd tolerate her for more than five minutes.

Instead, she stood silent in front of the door. Surprising. She figured if someone wanted to partner with her, they'd ask. If not... Well, then she'd have a blast fucking up those simulated Hydras' asses. Wren tightened the straps of her katana holster. Then adjusted the tight fitting red suit. God, did it bunch in all the wrong places.

***

Tobias stood silent like a shadow, listening and waiting. A Hydra base? Really? All he's heard of those of Hyrda are that they think they're smart when they're not. He'd bet each one of those soldiers have something metal on them. He'd be in and out before any of the other students reached the front door. He wasn't dumb enough to think that anyone of these Descendants would want to partner themselves with him. Most of them hardly ever spoke to him, so why would they want to partner with him?

He sighed, and started towards one of the doors on the far end of the hall. But when he passed Mycroft, the man's arm stretched out to stop Tobias. "Mr. Lehnsherr?" he asked, holding a hand out towards his Magneto helmet.

"You said 'come prepared for battle.' This is what I need for battle." He held up the helmet, holding it through the eye slots.

"All the same, I cannot allow you to enter the simulation with it."

"It's a fucking helmet, Mycroft."

"A fucking helmet that blocks telepaths... That is the way I stay in contact with all of the Descendants while in the simulations. How else am I supposed to know if I need to pull you out of it?"

Tobias shrugs, giving a sarcastic head shrug. "I don't know... I'm almost dead?"

"No simulation is going to read your mind, Tobias. They are a computer program, nothing more."

Tobias' nostrils flared as Mycroft wasn't giving an inch. He raised the helmet and slammed it against Mycroft's chest as he walked past him towards the doors down the far end of the hall. He stopped in front of the door, clenching his jaw. He removed his jacket and placed it on the hook that hung off the wall besides the entrance to the simulation room. He took off his sunglasses, slipping them into the pocket of his jacket before he began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He checked the pocket of his jeans finding two golf ball sized metal balls. He tossed them up into the air once before putting them back into his pocket. Come prepared for battle... For everyone but the son of Magneto. Bullshit

***

Mycroft motioned for the other mentors to follow him towards the elevators. "The simulation will begin in 5 minutes. The doors will open when its time, dropping you a mile out from the base. You have that long to choose partners or prepare to enter alone. We will be on viewing level the next floor up. I will be in touch telepathically... If there is an emergency need to evacuate, let us know." Mycroft didn't need to turn around to know that Wren had a question.

Wren let her raised hand fall. "Ummm... telepaths can't read my mind?"

"I have the utmost confidence you won't need to be removed from the simulation. But if you do... I'm sure your mouth will let us know."

Wren scoffed, turning her attention back to the door in front of her. "Good thing you can't read my mind baldy," she grumbled to herself.

The mentors disappeared into the elevator, leaving the students with a small handful of minutes to prepared and make the necessary alliances if they so chose.

***

Even simulations, Frankie didn't like the idea that she may have to kill someone to get an envelope. Seems like a steep price. She already knew she'd want to take a more stealth approach to hopefully get in and out without being noticed. In the event of this being a real situation, she wouldn't want to kill everyone to get a single piece of information. Everyone is capable of coming back from the dark side... No matter how dark. She'd rather them spend time in prison, thinking on their crimes rather than in death. In death you can seek penance and forgiveness.

She glanced around the hall of classmates mentally tallying whom she thought would be the more stealthy of options. Astrid and James had the same moral drive as her to spare life. James tends to stick out like a sore thumb, but coming in from the sky versus the ground is easier, quicker and under the radar. With Astrid, they'd have no choice but to spill blood unless they somehow got the drop on every single person they came upon, and knocked them out before they saw them both.

Maura would be good for combat but Wolverine and Deadpool both were never known for their subtly, so that would without a doubt end in having to take lives... Artificial lives, but lives. Riley would be a good partner as well, morally, but no matter how Frankie added it up in her mind, she didn't know how they could get in and out without being noticed. Conrad could teleport in, but if she remembered correctly, his father could only teleport to places he's seen or been to before so that wasn't certain. Phoebe is an amazing dear as well, good moral stands, again the issue of stealth.

Frankie toiled over the options in her head as she looked around the collection of Descendants. She ringed her mask in her hands as she slipped her way through all of the people, smiling towards everyone and giving them reassuring brushes of her hand on their backs. She slowly came to a halt behind James, lightly tapping her finger against his shoulder to get his attention. "Hey," she said with a warm smile, all too known to Frankie. "Did, uh... Did you wanna pair up? Or were you wanting to Superman it alone?" She chuckled softly.

"I'd totally understand if you wanted to... I'm just wanting to take a more stealthy, spare the people approach." She brushes loose blonde locks behind her ears. "I'd also understand if you'd want to pair up with someone on your level... Like Phoebe or Petra or something." Frankie's brows furrowed when she realized she was rambling and probably sound idiotic.

Instead of standing around and rambling out more reasons as to why she'd understand if he didn't want to partner up with her, she made her way towards an unoccupied door. She looked at the flat metal surface before her, mentally kicking herself for being a bumbling idiot as she pinned her braids on her head. With a soft sigh, she pulled her mask over her head and then lifted up the hood. Frankie then proceeded to stretch. Lifting a foot into her hand and tugging to loosen a quad, putting her foot on a bench and leaning down until her forehead touched her knee. She always has been agile and flexible, but even superhumans can pull a muscle.

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Ross was too tired to care about pairing up or not. This student is good with this, this descendant is good at that. Who cares? He was tired, cranky and getting hangry. His plan? Walk right in through the fucking door, travel through his mirrors until he ends up in the mainframe, get the fucking envelope and get out. Anyone who stops him will be trapped in a mirror and shattered on the floor. Sounded like a solid enough plan for him.

He didn't intend to finish off Frankie's coffee but he knew she wouldn't mind. He'd make it up to her by letting her play pacman later, it was always her favorite. Ross swerved his way to an empty door. Once in front of it, he took off his back pack, checking to make sure he had all his mirrors and blaster. He took out the mirror blaster, checking to make sure it was fully charged along with a compact mirror. Women used them for makeup, but it was perfect for him. He always liked to have a reflective surface on him at all times. He then rubbed his eyes and slapped his cheeks trying to wake himself up before the doors open.

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When Wren didn't immediately respond, Schuyler wondered if she had a cold or something. he merely smirked with Frankie batted her hands from her shoulder's with a smile. "You're talking more than she is right now." She said and Schuyler merely shrugged. "Oh certainly, but I've never pretended I was capable of otherwise." She said with an 'I'm quite pleased with myself' grin. It when then that Jack appeared. She had a respect for Wren, something like a rivalry, but this asshole, she had no idea what crawled up his ass and died but the resulting infection made him lash out at her. He always had so fuckery to spew from his mouth that was hardly clever enough to merit Schuyler's respect. Wren was clever, Jack was not.

"I wouldn't waste your time, Schuyler," He said as he walked by. "The Daily Bugle isn't a gossip column. They have no patience for hearsay." Schuyler palmed her forehead. See, not clever at all. When she first got to Midgard, she took things quite literal, now, she understood sarcasm and irony as if she was born here, what the hell Jack's excuse was, she couldn't say.

"I sleep less than Schuyler showers," Wren commented and Schuyler rolled her eyes. "Come now, Wren, Darling, You can do better than that, Careful, we don't want Jack's 'wit' rubbing off on you." She said just as the hall began to fill with other students. She noticed Phoebe Prince and appreciate that she wasn't the only one in full battle regalia, everyone else wore some costume that while was built for their unique abilities, weren't very subtle. She was never meant to be subtle, she was a warrior, an Asgardian Warrior, and as was Phoebe.

It was then that Mycroft began to speak and Schuyler was all ears. She might be a certain way with her fellow classmates, but teachers or at least the teachers here always had her utmost respect. They were the ones to make her feel welcomed and at home. Without them, she'd have already lost herself to her demon. Her classmates thought she was bad now...they haven't seen a thing.

It seemed a simple enough task but the package couldn't be damage, she got the feeling there was much more to it than that. Was it really just an envelope? Or was it something they were calling an envelope? Something was off here, Mycroft said it was harder then it sound and that she believed, but she got the feeling it was even harder than that. These training sessions had as of late been putting Magic training in the Hall to shame. If Mycroft said it was hard, she expected it to be harder still.

She looked at the group and considered a partner. Teams of two would be much more efficient than going it alone, which would have been something she preferred. This wasn't a simple smash and grab. her first thought was Conrad. his ability to teleport gave him an upper hand but that only worked if he'd been to that room previously. She could teleport too but that was the same way. She needed someone who balanced her abilities. She was brute force, Her powers were better suited to head on attacks and diversions, she could hold off an army, so sh need someone who was better suited for stealth to counter that but who?

Her next thought was Phoebe but now, she was a vanguard like herself, so now. She skipped over Jack Murdock because though he would be ideal, his mouth would have him strung up on the hole before the damn thing started, besides the fact that she wasn't asking him to be her partner...he was too childish to understand the tactical advantages of them teaming up. Wren was too much for flare, she too was more of a diversion. Frankie was her next choice but then she saw that she'd chosen a partner, which was good, she chose Kent, which tactically sound. Whether they knew that or not, she couldn't say but it was still a good choice. Then it was Caitria, she was fast, which was grossly understated but still. She would be best for such a thing. She turned to Conrad though, he was her best friend, she couldn't not choose him and his powers while hey weren't as ideal as Caitria, they could d the job, it would just be a bit harder, and take a little longer.

"Conrad!" She called to him, striding up to him in all of her Asgardian glory. "Team up?" She asked with a smirk.

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Plot twist. So they wouldn't be sparring each other after all. Instead, the sleepy students of Descendant Academy would be partaking in something much more interesting: a military base-themed scavenger hunt complete with barricaded defenses, hundreds of soldiers, and no hostages.

Jack couldn't stop himself from smiling.

With his powers, this would be a cake-walk in the picnic park.

"That's it? Just stroll in there, take a stupid fucking envelope and leave?" Wren was just as surprised as he was. And maybe just as pissed. "This is what we were brought here for?"

Mycroft stepped forward. "Ms. Wilson it took all of the avengers to infiltrate a Hydra base in Sokovia. Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye and the Hulk... Easy is being allowed to spar your fellow classmates without lethal weapons, being allowed to stop before death."

True. Then again, none of those Avengers had a radar sense that could tell them how many soldiers were in the base, how many levels to travel down, and where that pesky manilla envelope was hiding.

"Do we get anything for completing it first?"

"You can go to bed sooner than everyone else."

Music to his ears.

Before Phoebe could even turn her head to reaffirm that they would be sticking to their famous Manhattan tag team, Jack waltzed through the crowd, taking his sweet time before approaching Wren Wilson's side. As soon as the mentors departed for the elevators, he was standing right next to her.

"Hey again, Wrenpool," he trilled, looking pleased as punch for a man with bags under his eyes. "Question for you...are you feeling like speedrunning this thing? Cause I definitely feel like speedrunning this thing."

He gazed down, spinning his red helmet in both hands. "Of course, you're more than capable of handling this yourself. It would be nice to have some backup though." He leaned in closer. "And with my senses, we'd be able to find that damn envelope in less than five minutes."

Sure, he'd have to put up with her prattling and unpredictability for a short time (and maybe he'd have to dodge a few taunts as well), but with Wren's brute strength and his way of mapping out areas, it was highly likely they'd finish the stupid exercise before the sun even moved an inch in the sky. And they'd both receive stellar grades. There was no likelihood of running into any surprises.

Except if the alarms went off. But it wouldn't come to that.

He extended his hand, feeling her body temperature, heartbeat and everything inbetween. He couldn't believe what he was about to ask...

"Partners?"





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Well, she would've been relieved by the details of the exercise if Jack Murdock hadn't brushed her aside so quickly.

'Insulted' wasn't even close to what she was feeling in that moment. Apparently, six years of partnership meant nothing to him. Yes, it was just a stupid exercise, but he could've at least expressed his desire to team up with Wren Wilson before completely blowing her off. It was kind of like betrayal. No, it was betrayal. He knew her strengths and weaknesses and she knew his. They gained so much recognition in New York because they balanced each other out. Instead of facing another challenge together in confidence, he was leaving Phoebe to fend for herself in the dark. Horrible, considering she was still the new kid on the block.

He had even forgotten his cellphone, which was still stuck in her hands. It was like a bolt of lightning had surged through her body, leaving her paralyzed and unable to speak. Phoebe watched with a slack jaw as he nonchalantly chatted to the crimson-haired girl at the front of the line, not even looking back in her direction.

Well, so much for staying alive.

Was it possible to complete the exercise by herself? Well yes, it certainly was. But it was also likely that she could be overwhelmed by the 'hundreds' of soldiers Mycroft claimed were inside the base. And if an alarm went off, she was a dead girl walking. Going solo meant no room for error, and with how many knots her stupefied brain was twisting itself into thanks to Jack Murdock's Benedict Arnold treachery, she knew mistakes would be impossible to avoid. She'd have to partner up with someone else. It was absolutely terrifying, but it was inevitable.

Stuffing Jack's phone and earbuds into her sweatpants pocket, she mulled over the options. Her first instinct was to run right up to Frankie, but unfortunately the descendant of Peter Parker was already inquiring the aid of Superman Junior. It would be a felony to break those two up. She saw the way they looked at each other. Anyone with half a brain knew they were like Romeo and Juliet but with spider senses and heat vision.

What about Conner? Well, he was also in the middle of teaming up with Schuyler, and Phoebe didn't have the guts to intrude upon their conversation. It was no use asking Ross or Caitria, since they both had powers that could allow them to complete the assignment without any need for backup. Ross had a mirror gun and Caitria had her speed. Teaming up with them would be to jeopardize their perfect grades.

And then there was him: the tall, dark-haired, completely inked man who stood like a spectre near the side of the hallway. She watched as Mycroft approached him, forcing the descendant of Magneto to hand over his signature helmet. Tobias would be a perfect candidate for anyone to partner with, there was no question about that. If the simulation they'd be entering was realistic enough (knowing Tony Stark's designs, it surely would be), then there would be a goldmine of metal for him to manipulate. It was all under his thumb: weapons, bullets, locks, vehicles, gravity. He could even control the iron within a person's bloodstream. Which, of course, was terrifying as hell, but particularly beneficial in this situation.

And she could be of benefit to him, too. Since his head was now vulnerable, she could offer him the protection of her shield and bracelets. He could probably even manipulate her sword so that it flew around piercing soldiers while she lassoed up the stragglers. It was a perfect strategy. It would be a terrible idea to waste...

She stared at him while he marched to the end of the hallway, placing his jacket on a hook and spinning twin metal balls in the air. He was standing just by the doors.

Say something...talk to him...

But the more she stared at his expression, the more she doubted herself. He looked vehemently determined - like he was ready to storm the base and complete the mission all by himself. Nearing him would be like breaking a runner's concentration just before the gun went off. Maybe it was fruitless to request his help. After all, he was one of the most powerful students at the academy. Asking him to partner up would also be to jeopardize his grade, which would be absolutely glowing if he ran the course alone.

Time was running out. Desperate and unwilling to take a chance, Phoebe frantically approached Frankie, hoping that her entrance wouldn't be an annoying interruption to her soirée with Mr. Kent.

"Hey," she smiled meekly, eyeing both her friend and James. "You two are going to make a great team!"

Her lips quivered as she leaned in closer to Frankie, lowly whispering in her ear.

"Um...so Jack had plans to partner with someone else...I don't know if I'll be able to do this alone. Is it possible...that, uh...that you might...have any suggestions?"

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Wren sighed as she stared at the back of the steal door. God did five minutes seem to take forever to pass. She let her right hand drop to her side, pulling the pistol from her thigh holster. She popped out the clip, making sure it was full.

She froze holding the clip in her left hand, gun in her right when she heard someone step up beside her. "Hey again, Wrenpool." Jack fucking Murdock. Wren remained completely stoic, only her feet moving as she pivoted around to face him. "Question for you...are you feeling like speedrunning this thing? Cause I definitely feel like speedrunning this thing."

Her gaze fell to his red helmet that he spun in his hands. Before Jack continued talking, she shoved the clip back into the pistol. Her free left hand snatched his helmet and slid it halfway onto her head over her mask. "Of course, you're more than capable of handling this yourself. It would be nice to have some backup though." He leaned closer to her. "And with my senses, we'd be able to find that damn envelope in less than five minutes."

Of course Wren liked the idea. Why wouldn't she? But Jack's idea of speedrunning and hers... Were different... Very different. If Jack had even a sliver of what his dad had, there's the whole no killing dilemma. While Wade and Wren like guns. She wondered if he considered that before he approached her? Or was determined in finding one of the more capable students to be in and out in a jiff so he could go back to bed.

"Partners?" he asked, extending his hand towards her.

Wren snorted, cocking the slide on her pistol as she stared at his hand. "You do realize I'm as subtle as Santa Claus on the fourth of July, right?" She flicked his Daredevil helmet back like a baseball cap. "I planned on strolling right in there. Setting off the alarm, and letting those Hydra fucks come to me. Pow. Pow. Pow." She aimed her gun around in circles pretending to shoot it with every pow.

She sighed, slipping her pistol back into its holster. "But you're not bullet proof. So... I either go maximum effort with my swords, or you..." She hooks her finger in his utility belt as she steps closer. "Whip out a silencer from your batman belt."

Wren smirked, although it wasn't totally visible through her mask. She raised her right hand and removed his helmet. Then she placed it on his head, then slid her hand into his palm, barely enough room between the two of them as they shook hands.

***


Tobias clenched his jaw, staring blankly at the steel door before him. The metallic balls floating clockwise above his right palm. He just wanted the damned doors to open so he could get this over. He was so focused on his anger towards Mycroft and devising a plan of attack in his mind, that he didn't notice Thaleia approach until she spoke. "Hey," she said.

He nearly dropped the metal balls when his concentration was broken. Tobias partially turned, glancing over his shoulder at her. He was certain he probably looked similar to a deer in highlights. Not that he minded being approached or talked to, but he certainly wasn't used to it. "Hi?"

"Would you have anything against partnering up with me?"

Well, he doubted she was there to ask him how he slept or what product he used in his hair... Although he got that question a lot. "I... uh... sure. Why not." Solid response. In his defense, he was still surprised. "I didn't really plan on a stealth approach. If we set of the alarms immediately, you could take offense while I keep the fire power away from you. We'd have everyone dead before entering the building."

Tobias shrugged his shoulders, sliding the metal balls into his pocket before completely turning to face her. "Unless you had a better plan of attack?... You're not Steve Rogers or Peter Parker, so I assume you have no issue spilling blood."

***

Frankie slowly leaned over, wrapping her arms around her legs to stretch the back of her legs and back. As she stood there folded in two, she saw Phoebe approach her from the corner of her eyes. She smiled, but her mask probably veiled most of that from her friend. "Hey," Phoebe said, snaking up beside her.

"Hey there," Frankie said as she stood upright.

"You two are going to make a great team!"

Frankie glanced over her shoulder towards James with a smile, then looked back towards Phoebe. "Figured his x-ray vision could be useful... Or ya know, muscles." She laughed.

Phoebe seemed nervous as she stepped closer, and spoke softly. "Um...so Jack had plans to partner with someone else...I don't know if I'll be able to do this alone. Is it possible...that, uh...that you might...have any suggestions?"

"Hmmm..." Frankie looked around, thinking of who would be a good match for Phoebe.

But before she could say anything, T'Chioke approached. Frankie gave him a slight wave of her fingers. “Pardon my intrusion, but I was hoping I could talk to Phoebe. I’m in need of partner if you’d like to join me.”

"She'd be happy to!" Frankie smiled, giving her friend a playful nudge with her elbow. "Kick some ass."

***

Ross squatted down on the ground, removing his backpack. He unzipped it, slipping his sunglasses into it. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn, before pulling out his mirror blaster and a compact mirror the size of a cellphone. He closed up the pack and put it back on as he stood. Flipping open the compact mirror, he wiped it off on his shirt. Quick in, quick out. All for a bloody fuckin' envelope.

When he looked up, Ross noticed Petra standing a lone at the door beside him. He ignored it for awhile, sliding the mirror into his pocket and checking his mirror blaster to make sure it's at full power. "Eh red?" he said towards her with a nod of his head. Once he had gotten her attention, he took a step in her direction.

It wasn't like he thought Petra needed a partner. To the contrary, she could probably kill ever Hydra solider with a snap of her finger. But still... it was odd one of the weaker students wasn't chomping at the bit to try and snag her as a partner. Of course, Ross fell into that category. But that's a technicality. His mirrors gave him some abilities that even the supers didn't have. So, he was mortal. That just makes things interesting. He didn't need a partner and neither did she, but knowing that at least someone would enjoy teaming up with you makes it all better.

Ross cleared his throat, holding his blaster between his left bicep and ribcage. "I know ya don' need a partner. I'd bet you could bloody well destroy everyone with a wave of yer hand. But... If'd like someone to have yer back, you can always go in with meh." He gave a slight smile with a shrug of his shoulders. "I could get us in and out easy enough. Throw in your finger wiggles, we can be back in bed before they know what hit 'em."

With that, he nodded his head towards her and walked back over towards his own door. Ross' free hand rubbed his eyes, yawning yet again. He figured if Petra wanted to take him up on his offer, she'd com over to him. If not? Well, he'd do it solo then.

***

When the five minutes were up, an alarm bell dinged throughout the hall. Then all at once, the steel doors opened into the simulation rooms. The corridor instantly was flooded with blizzard winds whipping out from the rooms. The simulation dropped them at the top of a snow covered hill in the middle of a snow storm at night. Surrounding the hill is a thick forest that stretches for a mile before opening up to a Hydra base nearly the size of the pentagon. Twenty stories high, with twenty more sublevels. Over 500 soliders secured the premises on the grounds and throughout the building. They have heavy artillery, trip lines and men stationed at every turn. The main frame is located on the lowest level behind 3 foot thick bullet proof glass, no way in or out other than that door.

***

Wren clapped her hands together with a bounce in her step, before flicking her index finger on the horn on Jack's helmet. "Come on Evel Knievel, let's see those moves."

With that, she skipped her way through the door and out into the knee deep snow. Wren stopped at the top of the hill, raising her left hand to block the snow from blowing into her face so she could get a good look at the base. It was large... She couldn't tell how many were down there, but there was enough.

But instead of devising a plan of attack, a way of penetrating the facility... Wren yanked off her left glove and threw it into the wind. "Let it go!" She spun around in a circle with her arms spread. "Let it—" She quickly snapped out of it, chasing after the glove. "Get back you piece of shit!" She jumped up in the air, snatching it back and quickly slid it on her hand.

She looked back towards Jack, sifting her way through the snow in his direction. "We're... a mile out? We could try to hit the base from the back," Wren snorted at the pervertedness of her statement. "Or go right in through the front doors. I'll leave that up to you handsome." With that she hopped onto his back, piggyback style. Her left arm wrapped around his torso, while her right hand pointed forward. "Mush!!"

***

When the doors flew open, Tobias instinctually turned his back towards the wind, blocking himself and Thaleia. He clenched his jaw, reaching up and taking his jacket from the hook he placed it on. Turns out he'd be needing it after all. After zipping it up, he motioned his hand for the lady to go first. Not out of fear or because she expendable, but because, despite what people think, he is a gentleman.

Tobias followed Thaleia into the simulation, tucking his hands into his pockets. He trudged his way through the deep snow, squinting through the snow to try and get a good view of the base. He pointed his hand towards the building, then looked back towards his partner. "We could walk, take out a couple on our way... Or..."

He hesitated before speaking again, it was a weird statement that he was used to a negative response. "If you trust me, I could fly us there... You could pick some off with a silencer, or just blast away like Wren Wilson. I suggest stealth while mid air, it's more difficult to curve bullets and focus on levitating two people." Tobias raised his brows in her direction. "But I'll leave that up to you..."

***

Frankie turned her face away from the door when the freezing air blasted through the open doorway and hit her like a train. She raised her right arm to block as much of it as possible as her steps sunk into the deep snow. Thankfully her mother's suit, although thin, blocked a lot of the cold and wind, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it. She wasn't sure if James would follow or not but either way it was a mile trek to the base... And swinging on webs through a dense forest is a quick way to turn into George of the jungle, and slam into a tree.

So with a deep breath, she crossed her arms, tucking her hands under them and started walking towards the bunker. Thankfully, her suit was partly white... That had to be some advantage right?

***

Ross tugged the beanie tighter onto his head as he walked against the strong winds into the simulation. Once at the peak of the hill, he studied the base. Luckily for him there were windows... Which meant reflective surfaces. He glanced back over his shoulder towards Petra, adjusting his backpack, tightening the straps. "The only reflective surfaces I can make out 're the windows of the buildin' itself. So, the minute we step through, we'll most likely meet dick heads 'n guns."

He pulled the compact mirror out of his pocket, staring into the surface searching for the appropriate window. "If we both go in opposite directions, we could take out who ever is in the room." Ross dropped the mirror on the ground, with the reflection facing upward. He shot it once with his mirror blaster. He glanced over his shoulder towards Petra, extending his right hand towards her. "Do ya trust meh?"

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Wren simply snorted, cocking the slide on her pistol as she gazed down at his hand. "You do realize I'm as subtle as Santa Claus on the fourth of July, right?"

He was surprised she was willing to admit her own crazy. She snatched his Daredevil helmet and flicked it back on her head like a baseball cap.

I let her do that, he tried to convince himself.

"I planned on strolling right in there. Setting off the alarm, and letting those Hydra fucks come to me. Pow. Pow. Pow." Instinctively, his readiness rose as she aimed her gun around in circles, pretending to shoot. He figured a simple demonstration was no excuse for Wren Wilson to keep her finger off the trigger.

"Well, you can do that," he smirked, "but I'll be taking them out in a more responsible manner." He knew she reveled in killing bad guys - something he wasn't partial to. But despite his usual "no killing unless the circumstance is dire" code, Jack wasn't opposed to killing in this exercise. They'd be entering a simulation, after all. Like a video game. Despite Stark's talent for staying true to life, the soldiers inside would be made of pixels and computer code, not real flesh and blood. Murdering them wouldn't matter unless each student was graded upon their choices. Still, he'd prefer to knock
his enemies out. For practice.

Wren sighed, finally slipping her pistol back into its holster. "But you're not bullet proof. So... I either go maximum effort with my swords, or you..." she hooked her finger in his utility belt and stepped closer. "Whip out a silencer from your batman belt."

He cocked his head to the side, flashing her a seductive smirk. "Have no use for a silencer, darling, but I do carry a big stick..."

She placed his helmet back on his head, then slid her hand into his palm, barely enough room between the two of them as they shook hands. He could feel her sultry breath on his skin.

It was then the alarm bell dinged. The steel doors opened to a rush of icy air. While others backed away, Wren was the first to bounce forward. "Come on Evel Knievel," she flicked an index finger on the horn of his helmet. "Let's see those moves."

He shook his head in both astonishment and dread, then swiftly prowled behind.

The snow was a lot deeper than anticipated. He practically stood on the edge of the cliff, focusing through the rush of falling snow. After about a minute, he had a rough estimate of what lay ahead.

"Here's what I'm picking up," he began, "Four stories altogether. Twenty above, twenty below. I hear some soldiers marching around inside, as well as patrolling the outside. I'd say maybe four hundred, five hundred altogether? Loaded with heavy artillery. One of them's having a bit of target practice somewhere in the sub-levels. Watch your step: they've planted a few trip lines. There's some sort of weird wall on the very last floor. It's three feet thick and there's one way in. That must be the main frame..."

Adjusting the padding on his arms, he turned to Wren.

"You ready?"

She was busy in la la land.

"Let it go!" the daughter of Deadpool spun around in a circle with her arms wide apart. "Let it—" She quickly snapped out of it, chasing after the glove she had flung into the wind. "Get back you piece of shit!" She leapt in the air, snatching and sliding it back on her hand.

He chuckled. "Sorry to interrupt your big number, Adele Dazeem, but we need to think up a plan. Preferably soon."

She stepped towards him. "We're... a mile out? We could try to hit the base from the back..."

They snorted at the same time.

"That's what she said..."

"...Or go right in through the front doors. I'll leave that up to you handsome."

Unexpectedly, she pounced on him, wrapping her legs around his waist piggyback style. She was a lot lighter than he expected. "Mush!!"

"Oh, so I'm your sled dog now," Jack teased with a small sigh while carrying her down the mountain. This was what he got for partnering with Wren Wilson. There was no way he'd be crawling into bed after this: the whole ordeal was keeping him wide awake. He had almost forgotten Wrenpool hailed from Toronto. The crazy Canadian child in her probably got energized by the cold.

As he approached the lush forest below, Jack soundlessly thought up a plan of action.

"So if we could fly like Supes Jr., the most convenient way in would be through the roof. But since we're both landlubbers, I'd say the best way to tackle this would be to split up, then meet somewhere in the middle and go through the main frame together. That way we'd divide their forces in half. I know how much you love the element of surprise..."

The snowy ground grew less shallow the more his feet trekked forward. "Since you've made it clear your trigger finger's itching, I suggest you take the front. A lot more men up there. I'll quickly head through the back and ambush them from behind. They'll be trapped that way."

He smiled, huffing a bit. "Sound like a plan, Wrenpool?"




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As soon as she had asked Frankie for advice, a distinctive voice immediately responded.

“Pardon my intrusion," spoke T'Chioke, the Prince of Wakanda, "but I was hoping I could talk to Phoebe. I’m in need of a partner if you’d like to join me.”

Phoebe looked back and blinked twice, surprised. Had she heard him correctly?

"Oh. Wow, uh-"

"She'd be happy to!" Frankie answered for her. "Kick some ass."

Her social butterfly of a friend playfully nudged an elbow against her shoulder, unpreparedly sending Phoebe a few paces forward in an abrupt lack of coordination. She caught her balance just before bumping into the prince's Black Panther suit. Right below him, she looked up into T'Chioke's eyes, her own eyes wide as saucers.

"Hi," she murmured, unaware her cheeks flushed pink. His expression was oddly charming.

T'Chioke was a character, to say the very least. Some people at the academy claimed he had a strange personality. (Or in rare cases, no personality at all.) Many others found it difficult to trust him. Phoebe had yet to learn why, but from Jack's commentary, she figured it had something to do with how he valued people. He was involved in politics, after all. Even lawyers needed
to learn the strengths and weaknesses of the partners they worked with. It may have deterred others, but his system of judgement only proved he was a strategist. And strategy was preparedness. Preparedness was victory.

He was exactly what she needed to pass this examination. What perplexed her was his willingness to choose her help over another student's. There were many more experienced players in the pack. If he approached her, then she must have meant something to him. But what?

Well, there was a plausible explanation. He was a prince and she was a princess, the difference being he had his subjects' support while she had yet to win hers over. Maybe this was more than just a partnership for an assignment: maybe he was trying to gain something. Alternatively, maybe she had something to learn from him...

Stop. You're overthinking this.

The alarms painfully sounded, pulling Phoebe from her thoughts. She took two steps back and looked over her shoulder, noticing the silver-white winds of the mountain slipping through each steel door. The room's temperature dropped several degrees as snowflakes and frost poured in. Partially a problem, considering she was dressed in a green tank top and sweatpants. (In other words, her pajamas.) The Amazonian armor only covered her chest - it did nothing to protect her arms. Not the Amazons' faults, since they lived on a warm tropical island, after all. However, she had inherited her mother's warm Amazonian blood and fortunately didn't feel the full wrath of cold weather. Because both mother and daughter had some imperviousness to extreme chill, they never really worried about the frosty Boston winters. Once, her mother had told her a story about how Hawk Girl questioned whether she felt cold in her superhero outfit. After realizing she was resistant to both high and low temperatures, she claimed that Diana didn't sweat, but glowed.

Well, maybe Phoebe wouldn't be glowing after this excercise, but at least she wouldn't be dying of hypothermia to a Stark simulation.

She tightly wrapped the warm lasso of Hestia around the grips of her shield and pulled the heated metal close to her chest. It was extremely tempting to rope the weapon around her shoulders, but Phoebe knew doing so ran the risk of revealing her own deep dark secrets. And with someone like T'Chioke around, that wouldn't be a wise move.

"I guess we should go..." she turned to him. "Ready when you are."

Closing her eyelids, she whispered a quiet prayer to Athena, asking for guidance and protection. Her mother drilled the practice into her ever since she was young.

Give me eyes to see far, to see true, to see within; give me heart to bear it, give me strength to hold fast.

She then entered through one of the steel doors, sinking into the knee-deep flurry. She stared far off into the forest, feeling the patter of snowfall against her face. Despite its strength, there was something refreshing about it.

Soon enough she found the base, and silently pointed it out to T'Chioke with the tip of her blade. "So," she turned to him, twirling the sword in preparation, "do you have a plan?"

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"Oh, so I'm your sled dog now," Jack retorted when Wren jumped on his back for a quick lift. But, he didn't throw her off his back or stop mid step refusing to go farther until she got off. So, how mad could he really be?

"Oh... I'm not that heavy," Wren scoffed, rested her chin on his shoulder as they approached the facility.

As they trudged.... Well Jack trudged them through the forest he began to divulge his plan for attack. "So if we could fly like Supes Jr., the most convenient way in would be through the roof. But since we're both landlubbers, I'd say the best way to tackle this would be to split up, then meet somewhere in the middle and go through the main frame together. That way we'd divide their forces in half. I know how much you love the element of surprise..."

When the snow began to get more shallow, Wren slipped off Jack's back. She walked up beside him, adjusting her inconveniently tight suit before hooking her thumbs in her utility belt. "Since you've made it clear your trigger finger's itching, I suggest you take the front. A lot more men up there. I'll quickly head through the back and ambush them from behind. They'll be trapped that way." He smiled towards her. "Sound like a plan, Wrenpool?"

Wren's hands grabbed her pistols. "Just remember you're not bullet proof lover boy." She would have winked to him or something else suggestive but she was wearing a mask so it'd just look like she was staring awkwardly. She started walking towards the tree line in the direction of the front of the base. She turned around, walking backwards as she added a final comment. "I'll try to keep the alarms from going off... But, don't worry. Your catholic boy morals will still be intact. It's just a simulation."

With that, she pivoted on her heels and sprinted straight for the front door. Surprisingly, Wren was able to walk right out in the open without anyone noticing her. She's in a red fucking suit. She raised her pistol and shot out the two immediate security cameras she saw on either side of the base. Every soldier seemed to freeze where they were and turn to face her. "Now that I have your atten—"

Then there was a gun shot. Slammed Wren right in the chest, throwing her back on the ground. "Ow! That hurt asshole," she groaned. She slowly rolled over onto all fours. Without even looking she raised her gun and popped one right into the head of the stupid Hydra dude that shot her. "Your interrupted my speech!"

Wren pushed off the ground, hopping up onto her feet. Then the alarm blared ringing a loud siren in her ears while red lights around the base began flashing. "Oops." Well, hopefully Murdock doesn't hate me forever. She pointed her pistols up into the air, shooting off a couple loud rounds to get everyones attention to the front. "Show time!"

It took a whole... 5 minutes? Maybe 6, Wren wasn't counting minutes, she was counting bullets. Halfway through the onslaught she had to switch to swords. She always seemed to either forget ammo or never pack enough. She stepped over the heaps of boundaries, grunting and groaning at the bullet holes in her arm, leg and more than a few in her torso. She skipped her way through the base with ease, making her way down to the mainframe. When she reached the 3 foot think glass door blocking off the envelope, she sheathed her swords and leaned back against the door, crossing her arms over her chest. Now to wait.

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"Well, last time I checked, it was your dad who's evil, not you," the brunette stated rather bluntly. "No reason not to trust you, and I'm not squeamish." Thaleia's gaze drifted towards him. "Knock your socks off. Just don't kill me, and this partnership'll work."

Tobias gave a weak laugh. "I won't, as long as you don't draw too much attention to us in the air." He stepped up behind her, towering over her as his left arm wrapped around her waist. It was always best to keep one arm free incase he needed to divert fire, but having a hold of Thaleia made him control their levitation easier. "Hold onto your bullets."

With that he lifted them up into the air and then higher. Tobias made sure to keep them high and hopefully out of sight. He held tight to Thaleia as they closed in on the base, letting her do what she does best as he controlled their flight. But the longer they were up there, the more he realized they were out in the open, without cover or camouflage. So once he figured enough on the ground were picked off, he lead them towards the roof of the base.

Below them, Tobias could see seven guards standing at different vantage points, watching the ground around the base. "Don't make any sudden movements," Tobias told Thaleia as he released his grasp on her. He focused some of his attention at holding the brunette where she floated in the air, while he lowered himself behind a guard on the roof. His right hand hovered over his pocket, willing his fingers slightly while his left hand was aimed up at Thaleia.

Then what happened next flashed in the blink of an eye. The metal spheres shot out from Tobias' pocket and zipped through the air, knocking each of the Hydra men in the head one after the other. When the balls landed back in the palm of his hand all of the guards hit the ground in unison. Without glancing back, Tobias lowered his left hand gently guiding Thaleia down to the roof top. "Work our way down?" He motioned his head towards the roof top entrance.

***

Frankie had made it halfway through the woods towards the base. It seemed as she walked the snow only got deeper and the temperature colder. When she was almost to the base, her heart nearly broke out of her ribcage when she felt a hand grab her by the arm. She spun around, balling up her fist getting ready to slug whatever Hydra meathead tried to sneak up on her. Just before she would have hit him, she realized it was Nathaniel.

"Oh my god," she gasped, resting her hand on her heart as she tried to catch her breath. This time she intentionally punched him in the shoulder. Not hard enough to do any damage but to get her point across. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that... I could have killed you or... Thrown you off balance." She laughed. Nathaniel was a walking wall and even with her super strength, she probably couldn't put a dent in him.

"There's no way I'm letting you do this alone." The towering man gave a faint smile while releasing her arm.

"You know, I am a big kid... I can lift nearly as much as you. And," she raised an index finger, "I'm more flexible." But she wasn't going to argue about having a partner or anything. Just wanted to prove a point that she could handle herself.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Actually I do." Frankie started to run ahead to the edge of the tree line that put them at the back of the facility. She looked out from around the trees seeing a break in the guards for maybe a minute tops. She grabs Nathaniel by the hand and placing him in the proper position. She pressed her hands down on his shoulders to make him crotch then guided his hands so that his fingers were entangled, palms up. "Launch me, towards that window." She pointed her hand at the a window up on the 9th floor.

Frankie backed up into the woods a good 50 or so feet back from Nathaniel. Then she sprinted at him, placing her right foot into his palms. As he shot her up in the air, she shot out webs on either side of the window and pulled herself even faster towards the window. With their joint force, feet first she broke through the thick glass with ease. Still mid air, flying through the window, Frankie released the webs on the side of the building and shot new ones to her right and left. The webs grabbed hold guards on either side of her. When she hit the ground, Frankie hunched over and yanked them towards the other. With a crash they both slammed into each other and were instantly knocked unconscious.

She gave each a tap with her foot to make sure they were out before she hurried back over to the window. Frankie leaned her head out looking in either direction. She didn't have long to get Nathaniel up before the guards could see him. "Brace yourself," she whispered down to him. Then she shot both webs down at him, grabbing hold of both of his shoulders. She braced her left foot against the window sill and gave a forceful jerk.

It'd be an understatement saying Frankie sometimes underestimates her own strength. She had to quickly duck down as Nathaniel came shooting through the window after her. She reached out her hands and quickly grabbed hold of him before he slammed into the wall or anything else that'd make a lot of noise or hurt him. "You ok?" she asked with her hands on his shoulders.

After looking him over, Frankie looked around then back towards him. "That's as far as I got with my plan..." She gave a quiet chuckle.

***

"Simulation, so I can't sense them," Petra said.

Ross could see the tension rise in her at the comment. Understandable why she'd take him up on his offer after all. When some of the things your rely on to fight don't work, it's nice to have someone to split the work with. He zipped up his jacket as he spoke, "Don' worry lass. We won't be here long enough to need it."

He waited next to their mirror portal with his hand outstretched. Petra didn't seem to hesitate as she came to stand by him and take his hand. "I trust you. Let's go kick some simulated guard ass."

Ross held tight to her as he jumped through the mirror, bringing her in with him. Once in the mirror realm, he didn't let go though. If anything he held onto her hand tighter making sure he didn't lose her within it. Everything around them appeared like shards of glass moving and shifting. Each surface showing a different view. One looks into a bathroom of one of the penthouses in the tower. Another looks out from the lenses of Mycroft's glasses. It was easy to get mixed up, confused or lost within the mirror world.

"This s'not a place ye liked to be lost. Bein' trapped in here... Without this," he held up his mirror blaster. "You'll n'er get out. Trapped forever like a fly on the wall, watchin' the world flash by without ya."

He came to a halt when many of the surfaces that surrounded them looked like different views of the base. Reflection off a sniper's scope. window looking out towards the woods. Puddle from melting ice. "No... No... No..." He thoroughly checked each surface trying to find which ever would get them the closest to the envelope. As he kept searching, he nearly passed a small sliver where two guards were standing. Ross got closer and could see past their shoulders a thick glass door and the envelope.

"There, he said, pointing at the envelope. Ross looked around seeing if he could find the surface of the glass door itself but to no luck. Somehow the surface wasn't reflective enough or something, but this would have to do. With his free hand, he took his mirror blaster and shot the shard that showed the guards and envelope. "3... 2... 1..."

Ross jumped through, pulling Petra along with him. The second they were through, he released her hand and went after the first guard. He threw his right foot into the man's torso, sending him flying back into the wall. He then yanked the guards helmet off and slammed it into the guy's head knocking him out. Ross pivoted on his heel, turning to face the other guard. He chucked the helmet at him, nailing the solider in the gut. As he was doubled over, Ross ran over too him and thrusted his elbow upward into the guy's nose.

The second guard slumped down the ground as Ross walked back over to Petra, hooking his mirror blaster on his belt. "So... Got an idea how to get us, in there?" He pointed at the 3 foot thick glass wall. "This would be a good time for yer finger wiggles," he said, wiggling his fingers at her with a sarcastic grin.

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Wren whipped out her pistols. "Just remember you're not bullet proof lover boy."

Lover boy? Well, it was a step up from pompous asshole.

"Thanks for the reminder," he coldly quipped, removing the billy club from it's sheathe on his left hip. So much for boasting the regenerative healing factor, overlooking the clunky red armor he called a suit. Maybe he wasn't blessed with limbs that could regrow themselves, but the majority of his costume was bulletproof. (Save for his chin and strapping smile, which were unprotected by the Daredevil helmet.)

The tree line approached. Sure, it was a large building, but for a twenty-story Hydra military base, it looked small from close-up. He had seen bigger buildings in New York. Maybe it was an optical illusion - a trick to dissuade intruders of its compact power. Wren walked backwards, into the open air. "I'll try to keep the alarms from going off... But, don't worry. Your catholic boy morals will still be intact. It's just a simulation."

"Thanks." A suppressed gut feeling informed him that wouldn't be the case. "Good luck. And for future reference," Jack pivoted on his heels, striding horizontally. "I'm not a saint like my father."

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Two guards stood watch beside the rear entrance, machine guns pressed to their chests. Their uniforms were heavy so as to keep the biting cold at bay, but underneath their Hydra getups, both men were shivering. They conversed in German, distracting themselves from the pain of standing in a fearsome blizzard.

"What a nice day," deadpanned one, his fat nose flushed in a precarious pink shade. "What I wouldn't give to join the boys in the kitchen, a coffee warm between my hands."

"It would feel nice, but wouldn't remove the frostbite," replied the other. He was an icicle: pointed features, lanky, and blue from brains to balls. He had been standing out in the cold far longer than his counterpart.

"Ah well, least our shift will-"

A crunching noise sounded. Not too far, not too close. The men's gazes locked.

"Did you hear that?" chattered the skinny soldier. He had been standing in the same position for so long, moving his legs felt like breaking through a thick layer of rime.

"Ja," seethed the other, quickly inserting a fresh magazine into his gun. "I'll check right, you check left."

While the fat-nosed man departed into a crowded vehicle lot, His partner frantically flanked to a barbed wire fence. The tall forest loomed nearby, menacing in the pale moonlight. Perhaps the disturbance had just been an animal taking a stroll from out of the trees. He called into the wind, expecting a response from whomever or whatever made that unusual sound in the snow. But nothing claimed his attention. So he tread further, turned a corner and received an answer far worse than anticipated.

All his comrades were buried in the snow, bruised and slightly bloody. Someone had knocked them out clean without creating a blaring ruckus.

From afar, he heard a single pistol shot. Was something happening at the front of the base? Before he could head over and check, a shriek rang through his ears. "Wolfgang!"

He charged towards the maze of armored cars, desperate to find his other half before the threat could stun him as well. Soon enough, he discovered Wolfgang lying face-down on the ground, just below the long cannon of a tank. The terrified soldier whipped his machine gun out in front of him, zooming left and right to try and target the attacker. But he forgot to look in one crucial direction...

Up.

Leaping from the top of the tank, Jack pounced on the poor devil, slamming his frail body into the snowy ground. Unwilling to waste time, he dashed towards the door, bracing himself for the onslaught of soldiers patrolling the hallway. He broke the hanging lamps above using the launching cable of his club, then focused. In the darkness, he found a rhythm. Left. Right. Jab. Kick. Fighting became a blurred rush, made predictable by the knowledge of every punch and gunshot to come. He figured it was all taken care of, since the guards were blinded by pitch-blackness and were practically shooting themselves due to limited sight.

Then the alarm rang.

Not only was the sound excruciating, but small ceiling lights strobed on and off, blowing his cover. Painfully gritting his teeth, Jack pressed both palms to his helmet in an attempt to readjust his senses. First piggyback rides, now a thundering nightmare. This is what you get for partnering with Wren Wilson. A bruised soldier grabbed him from behind, another striking into his gut. A wake up call for his enhanced perception, he bore through the pain and used the cable between his twin sticks to disorient both soldiers, tripping others who lingered ahead. Then he shattered the lights for a second time, staying near to the ground until he found the stairs. His feet flew down each step as briskly as possible while his ears heard the unfortunate charge of soldiers following behind. They trailed a great distance, but each one would have to be defeated in the mainframe.

Luckily, Wren was waiting for him below, her spry figure bent against the thick glass wall. "Great job," he caustically commented, "You've alerted every guard to our presence. Now we can't leave unless we've terminated them all." His brain was spinning like a top, quickly improvising a plan.

"They're coming," he jolted, finding a chair beside the wall and slamming the entry door shut. He stuck the metal seat between the handle and ground, preventing admission from the outside. Hopefully the makeshift barricade would buy them some time. If anything, it allowed Jack a good second to use his radar sense, scanning the area for curiosities. The mechanics and layout of the room were pretty uncooperative, save for one thing. He swiveled on his feet, frantically pressing his gloved palms into the glass. There had to be a way in. There had to be some sort of...aha.

"It's unhelpfully small, but there's a scanner inside the glass," Jack rushed. "I think it's one of those retinal-lock things? Don't know for sure. The glass is bulletproof, so breaking through is out of the question. We need to crack the lock to get in."

Perhaps the fleet of incoming soldiers wouldn't be such a curse after all. If he knocked them out (or in Wren's case, sliced them apart), they'd be able to test the lock using one of the guard's eyes. Then they could retrieve that damn envelope. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but it was worth a shot.

As if on cue, loud knocks reverberated throughout the room. Jack strolled to the metal chair, ready to unhinge it from the door handle. Once he pulled their barricade away, a wave of soldiers would flood into the mainframe. A tense fight indeed. After a long exhale, he looked to his partner, his mouth curled into an apologetic smirk. She may have set off the alarm, but he was the one who brought down a swarm of enemies.

"You ready for this, Wrenpool?"




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“My plan is to find a guard, use that lasso of yours to get the location of the envelope. The guard will forget what happened and go to work. We’ll find the location and then get out. My senses will keep track of an incoming guards that come our way and keep an eye out for any traps.”

"Solid strategy." she complimented. Phoebe had almost forgotten the power of her own lasso, seeing as she hadn't used it for interrogative work since entering the academy.

“I can go scope out the outer area of the facility. See if there is an entrance that isn’t too heavily guarded.” T'Chioke offered while pressing a few buttons on his suit. She nodded at the idea, studying the area from their mountaintop location. The main building was fearsome and well-reinforced, but the outer skirts of the Hydra base had a plethora of flaws.

"You see that watchtower over there?" she pointed to a small structure on the right. A spotlight shined through its window, panning over the area's front lines so as to spot intruders. "There's someone manning it, but it's unguarded. I can interrogate the soldier inside. Once you've found a safe entrance, let's meet up on top and proceed through the base together."

She gazed over her shoulder to see if he favored the idea, but saw no sign of him. "Where did you...oh." Noticing a fresh batch of footprints in the snow, Phoebe realized the prince had turned invisible - another astounding feature of his Black Panther suit. It was best to proceed through the mission with stealth instead of brute force. Not only would it be safer, but T'Chioke's suit warranted a quieter approach. It would take longer, but was more preferable than picking off a hive of Hydra soldiers.

"Good luck," she wished him as she went on her own way, darting through the shadowy forest in haste. The lasso provided some light through the night's darkness. Hopefully there were no cameras in the trees. Once she reached the woodland's edge, Phoebe approached the watchtower's stairs, stopping herself before her boots snapped a thin tripwire. That was close. She stretched over it and quietly climbed each metal stair, careful not to trip over any icy ground. At the top, a man stood with his back turned, unaware of her presence.

She whipped the lasso forward and it grappled onto his foot, jerking him back into the watchtower's walled shelter. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Phoebe quickly got to work, wrapping the golden rope around his upper body. He writhed like a rodent caught in a python's hold, but fortunately stayed in place.

"Where is the envelope?" she firmly asked, her face sharper than a hawk's. He choked on his own breath, desperate to say as he pleased but coaxed to reveal the truth."It's-" he paused, scrunching his features, trying with all his might to hold it in. "It's...in the mainframe. Twenty stories down. Kept behind a thick, bulletproof door. There's a scanner inside the glass used to open it."

"Thank you." And with that, Phoebe knocked her knee into his forehead, sending him to sleep. Even in rest, he appeared frightened. To his luck, the man would forget the entire encounter once he regained consciousness. Nothing about his words seemed to concern her, save for the scanner. T'Chioke's vibranium-based claws should have been enough to break the glass, but if it couldn't be cracked, they'd need to find a way to bypass the lock. While she waited for the Black Panther, the daughter of Wonder Woman found a manila folder of maps and blueprints resting upon a nearby table. There were even lists detailing the weapons and vehicles each soldier possessed. She flicked through every page, printing the images into her memory. If they were going to complete the mission without alerting attention, they would have to know the base inside and out.

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The second Caitria finished her exercise and stepped out from the door, the simulation shut off revealing a fifty foot by fifty foot square room as the door closed behind her.

Mycroft sat in his chair before the dozens of monitors beside Coulson. He leaned forward in his seat and checked off her name on his clip board in the pass box. He then pressed the button for the intercom so that he could speak to her. "Congratulations Ms. Allen. You are the first to finish your simulation. We ask that you take a seat in the lobby at the far end of the hall as we wait for your other classmates finish."

Phil then leaned forward, adding another comment. "Although you passed the simulation Ms. Allen, we ask that next time you are posed with a circumstance like this that you consider team work. Those that fight alone die alone... Everyone needs alliances because you won't always be faced with a situation where your particular skill set is the best option. Everyone at this academy has a specific set of skills that are different anyone else. You shouldn't be so quick to discredit that."

Mycroft cleared his throat. "Do not open that envelope.... we'll still fail you if you open it, or if you leave before everyone has rejoined us."

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Wren looked up from the ground when Jack entered the mainframe. "Took ya long enough diablo,"she pushed off the wall, taking a step towards him.

"Great job. You've alerted every guard to our presence. Now we can't leave unless we've terminated them all."

"I said I'd try not to set the alarm off. I promised nothing."

"They're coming," Jack said, sounding a bit frantic. He quickly moved around the room like a busy bee while she stood unhelpfully in the way with her arms crossed watching him. He slammed the door shut and found a metal chair to prop against it. Oh, yeah sure. That'll stop them. "It's unhelpfully small, but there's a scanner inside the glass. I think it's one of those retinal-lock things? Don't know for sure. The glass is bulletproof, so breaking through is out of the question. We need to crack the lock to get in."

Wren sighed while rolling her eyes. "Oh, don't go getting your horns in a knot." She pulled her right pistol from its holster, checking the clip... Empty. That's what she figured. She took a step back looking around the room, checking trajectory from the entrance and available combat space.

While her mind was trying to piece together some semblance of a plan, Jack walked over to the door. Hydra soldiers furiously banging on the other side while he prepared to move the chair. "You ready for this, Wrenpool?"

She was snapped back to the current moment, holding out her hands. "Wait... woah. Do you have some kind of death wish Sparky?" Wren walked over to him, yanking his hand away from the chair. As she spoke, she started moving him into the position she figured had the best chance of not getting hit by ricochet bullets. "I may have set the alarm off, but you failed to kill you half."

Wren grabbed his shoulders, angling him just the way she needed. She took both of his hands, holding them roughly six inches apart with the palms upwards. "Don't move!" She unsheathed her katanas and walked over to the door. With one more warning glance, reiterated. "If you move, you'll probably die. So, just trust my mad genius once... Ok?"

With that, Wren raised her foot and kicked the chair out of the way, chucking it back against the wall. The door flew open. She didn't hesitate, plunging her blades straight through the first two soldiers faces. She then proceeded to kick the others out of the way and back, shifting her body to take as many bullets in herself as possible rather than risk morals over there. "Back the fuck up, ugly!" she shouted, head butting another solider as she herded the guards back, her blades still in the faces of the now dead soldiers.

As quickly as she could manage, Wren pivoted around, holding up an index finger towards Jack. "Be right back." Her finger shifted so that it now pointed accusingly at him. "Don't move." She grabbed the door, slamming it shut behind her.

All that could be heard was rustling and scuffling of dozens of feet. Random bursts of gun fire echoed throughout the hall, one ricochet bullet taking out the alarm. The occasional scream and groan was muffled from the other side of the door. "Ouch!" A loud thud banged into the wall. "That is no way to treat a lady!" Another round of fire exploded, a few zipping their way through the door but missed Jack.

Then the door was knocked backwards off its hinges. A decapitated body collapsing on top of it, into the mainframe. "Heads up!" Wren shouted at Jack, tossing him the head. The bloodies mass landed in his hands perfectly, just like she planned it. "Well don't just stand there! Open it!" She turned back to the few lingering soldiers that were in the hall. One felt the need to stab her in the side as her blade pierced the man beside him. With a swift move, she yanked her katana to the left, slicing it through the remaining hydra guards.

Wren ran up to stand behind Jack. Even with her red suit, it was obvious she was covered in a lot of blood. Her own, of course. Simulations can't bleed. She constantly kept looking back over her shoulder towards the door. There was more, and it was only a matter of time before they were there. It wasn't so much that she worried about her own safety... She'd live. But she didn't want Jack to get hurt... Because she'd fail. That obviously was the reason... The only reason.

Once he got the door open, she motioned her hand towards the envelope. "Put it in your suit, quickly." Jack had a bullet proof suit, if she remembered correctly. Wren, on the other hand, had no need for something like that. It'd just slow her down. But instead of letting him leave, she stepped in front of him, digging her hands into her utility belt. "Get ready."

Wren's hand emerged from her belt with a grenade in hand. The second the Hydra guards began to flood into the room, she pulled the pin free with her teeth and tossed the grenade out into the main room. Simultaneously, her right foot slammed the bullet proof door shut, locking them both behind its barrier. The soldiers scrambled over one another, racing out of the room. Wren quickly turned around, shoving Jack back against the wall farthest from the thick glass. She held him there, pinned against the wall. She pressed herself up behind him, trying to block as much of his body as possible with her hands on the wall.

She squinted her eyes and held her ground, fighting the urge to falter when the grenade went off. Although the glass wall was bullet proof, it wasn't explosion proof. It shattered on impact, sending shards flying in every direction. Wren winced as a fair amount lodged themselves in her, mostly small pieces aside from a couple knife sized pieces in her side, back and calf.

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"Yup," Thaleia responded as she made her way to the entrance, scooping it out. "If we set the alarms off, just go crazy with your powers. Assuming your powers work on simulation."

Tobias slowly followed after her to the entrance, keeping the metal spheres in his left hand instead of returning them to his pocket. It would only eat up time if he had to get them out again. "Even if they don't... Between these and all the metal you have on you," he meant in weaponry. "We'll be fine."

Thaleia reloaded her guns as he waited patiently. "Let's go, Maggy Jr. Hope you aren't too touchy about nicknames."

Tobias' jaw clenched at the nickname. He didn't care about nicknames... But it was the fact he was referred to a junior version of his horrid father that set him on edge. Now was the time to get into an argument. So, instead of saying anything he swallowed it back.

She finally opened the door that lead down into the base, then turned towards him. "Feel free to do your thing."

He didn't argue. Tobias moved past her and quietly hurried down the stairs. When he reached a turn in the hall, he leaned back against the wall, peaking his head around the corner. Two guards stood talking at the far end with their backs to him. No better time to test how realistic Stark made this. He held up his right hand towards the men. For a moment nothing happened, then they started struggling and collapsed on the ground as he siphoned all the iron from their blood. He looked back over his shoulder at Thaleia. "They work."

At that moment, he almost flipped like a switch. Tobias didn't have to be stealthy anymore. With trigger finger behind him and his own powers. Alarm or no alarm... this simulation is over before it began. He lead them through the winding hallways, whenever they came across another Hydra soldier he either crushed their helmets with their skulls still inside, cut them in half with their own belts or even lodged their own gold teeth into their brain. He let Thaleia have some kills too. After all, it had to be fifty fifty. He had to restrain himself from killing all of them, but in his defense she chose him.

They reached a desk that sat across from the elevators. Tobias held his left hand out towards the lift, bringing it up to their level as he sifted through the paper work trying to find the location of the mainframe, but there was nothing. "Guess we'll have to go one floor at a time," he said with annoyance in his voice as he went to enter the elevator. Once inside, he looked to his left and nearly smiled at the sight of a floor plan on the wall. "Or... sublevel twenty. He pointed to its location on the map.

As the elevator doors opened, Tobias let the spheres fly from his hand passing completely through the heads of the men guarding the mainframe. He finally slid them back into his pocket as he walked right up to the bullet proof glass. He gave it a couple knocks with his knuckles. His gaze shifted over to the envelope, but it didn't budge. No metal. He looked back at Thaleia. "You're up again... But those won't work." He motioned to her guns.

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"Yeah, I'm fine," Nathaniel said as Frankie made sure she didn't scuff him up in the process of getting him in the base. Before he could reply to her comment about having no further plans, shadows grew bigger as they headed their way down the hall. Nathaniel charged at them and took them out without a fuss, returning to her with them both unconscious. "My turn."

Frankie kept an eye on the hall in the other direction as he checked a near by room and chucked the guards inside. She followed Nathaniel in when he motioned for her to follow him. He pointed at the guards as he spoke. "Tie those three up and wipe a key card. We're going to work our way down to the envelope incapacitating each guard we come across."

She walked over to the unconscious men, easily moving them all into a slumped pile in the corner. With a couple shots from her web shooters, they were stuck against the wall. Frankie also made sure to cover their mouths so they didn't alert anyone else about them. She grabbed one of their key cards as she watched Nathaniel as he removed his mask to put in an ear piece. He then came over to her and held out another one for her. Frankie pulled off her mask, messing up her blonde hair in the process. She put the piece in her ear with a slight smile.

"Are you ready for this, Francita?"

Frankie couldn't help but laugh slightly. She nodded her head but quickly caught up behind him before he got far down the hall. "Wait, hold on." She moved around in front of him, tucking her mask under her left arm. Her right hand waved the key card. "I don't have pockets in this thing," she explained before holding the car between her teeth. Her hands unzipped the pouch on his belt, then slipped the card into it. "Thanks," she smiled up at him before putting her mask back on.

She followed behind Nathaniel quietly, shooting webs over every surveillance camera whenever they turned a corner. Frankie continually checked behind them, occasionally falling back to knock out a couple guards that were about to discover them. It seemed the lower they got, the more guards here were. When she saw oncoming shadows, she hopped up onto the ceiling crawling along it quickly and quietly, then jumped down behind the men, slamming their heads together. She snatched one of each of their feet and dragged them into a near by closet.

"How are you doing, Francita?"

"Somethings not right... there should be more of them," she commented in response to his question. Not much of answer considering it had nothing to do with how she was. But, it was a nagging sensation at the back of her mind that continued to grow.

Frankie turned around to look back at Nathaniel in time to see a handful of guards trying to get the jump on him. She quickly sprinted right at him. Just before she would have collided into him, she fell into a baseball, sliding underneath him. She knocked down the first guard then quickly did a kip-up so that she was standing. Her right foot slammed into the gut of another, sending him flying back into the wall. The last remaining guard grabbed her from behind, putting her in a choke hold. She struggled against his grasp, inching herself closer to the wall in front of her.

Once close enough that she could plant her foot on the wall, she ran her feet up the wall and flipped herself so that she was now behind him. Frankie then yanked off his helmet with her left hand and rammed his head into the wall, and tossed him to the ground. "If the guards are getting heavier the farther down we go... I'm betting this thing is on the bottom floor." She walked back over to Nathaniel. "I think we should just try to take the stairs all the way down, or it'll take us forever to reach it."

She started to walk down the hall towards the staircase and stopped midway. Frankie pivoted on her heels to face him. "Oh, I'm fine... Thanks for asking." She smiled as she finally addressed his question then continued towards the stairs.

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"I had him," Petra commented in regards to him taking out the guards. He was sure she probably did, but she was more useful finding a way to get that envelope. Plus, Ross may be a thief and many other things, but he was still a gentleman. Which meant if he could, he'd fight so a woman wouldn't have to.

"I possess the power to sap your mind and replace it with my own, and I wield magics like Wren Wilson wields weapons, but sure, I will finger wiggle our way into this lock."

"Aye, that too." Ross chuckled as he watched her walk over to the lock. "But, finger wiggles is a lot more fun to say... Plus, I like da way yer nose scrunches up when yer frustrated." He smiled towards her.

Ross watched, leaning back against the wall as she did what she does best to break into the door. Could he have just gotten them inside with his mirror blaster? Well yeah. But this had to be a team effort. And... He always liked watched all that mystical mumbo jumbo go to town. He was a smart guy, contrary to popular belief. So, witnessing things that he couldn't do... No matter how many mirrors he made and subjects he studied, was interesting.

"There we go." Petra opened the door and went inside, grabbing the envelope. She then surrounded it with a force field. Smart. Ross never would have thought of that. He probably would have ruined it by shoving it in his pocket or something. Failure from ignorance.

"Shall we go?"

Ross smiled, pushing himself off the ground. "Like takin' candy from a babeh." He spun his mirror blaster around on his index finger like cowboys did with their guns. Then with a shot at the glass door, he took her hand and lead her back into the mirror world.

For some reason, it always seemed to be harder to find his way back. It seemed the more Ross went into the mirror world, that his memory of where he came from seemed to grow fuzzy. But he wouldn't let himself panic. He was going to find their way out because he wasn't going to doom someone else to a life trapped inside this place. It was a fate worse than death. Just before he was going to start worrying a bit, Ross saw a fracture in the mirrors that was all white. The white of a blizzard. Without hesitation, he shot it with his blaster and lead them both through it.

When they were back in the snow, Ross leaned down and picked back up his compact mirror, sliding it into his pocket. He then lead them both out of the simulation and into the hall. He had never been so happy to be back in the academy as he was at that minute. He felt like every part of him was going to shrivel up and break off... Especially the important bits.

As he tried to shake off the cold and warm up, Mycroft came over the P.A. "Congratulations Mr. McCulloch & Ms. Maximoff. If you could please go to the lounge at the end of the hall with your envelope. You will wait there until the remainder of your classmates finish the simulation."

"Oy, ya fackin' brit!" Ross cussed up at the ceiling. "I thought we were allowed ta go back to bed... Not wait on teh fackin' slow pokes." He sighed, looking over at Petra, nodding his head towards the lounge area. "After you."

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"Wait...woah. Do you have some kind of death wish Sparky?"

His brows kneaded together. Did she not realize taking out the guards was not only mandatory, but the best way to stay alive? Doing nothing would be a death wish.

"Obviously not," he countered. "But if we don't defeat them now, then...what are you doing?"

She snatched Jack's hands away from the chair and pushed him backwards, angling his shoulders and hands as though he were a department store mannequin. What on earth was Wren Wilson up to now?

"Are you on crack or something?" he scoffed. Whatever she was doing, it was wasting time.

"I may have set the alarm off, but you failed to kill your half," she said.

"Yes, I know I'm a dummy. Is that your justification for moving me around like one?"

"Don't move!" she ordered, unsheathing her glinting katanas. Once she strided closer to the door, his puzzled brain finally pieced together the hazardous feat she was about to undertake.

"Okay, stop! You're insane!" he barked, breaking out of his position. Like he didn't already know Wren Wilson was the craziest beyotch in the academy. "You don't have to do this by yourself! Fifty fifty, remember? It's too dangerous to-"

The warning glance she shot was enough to shut him up. "If you move, you'll probably die," Wren stated. "So, just trust my mad genius once... Ok?"

He didn't like what she was doing. How could she force him to stand still when she didn't know for sure the swarm of enemies would overwhelm him? This scheme was worse than entering a boxing match with one broken arm. It was entirely impractical and made him feel like an ass. What if her nutty plan went wrong somewhere? He couldn't stand there and watch her perish. Or worse...

But it was something about her tone, her choice of words, that reassured him she knew what she was doing. And although she was unpredictable, Wren always had a grounded motive. She was reckless, but she wasn't stupid.

Jack sighed, returning back to the position his partner had placed him in. "Okay. But for the love of god...Please," he gritted, "Don't. Mess. This. Up."

And with that, she punted the metal chair into oblivion and speared her swords through two soldiers' faces like they were fish. Then a hailstorm of bullets cracked, and while Wren used her body as a human-ammo-shield, Jack employed his trusty senses to dodge stray shots. After headbutting another poor devil, she pivoted in place, holding up her index finger towards him. It was sharp, but not as sharp as the bullet holes which pierced her suit. The more he stared at them, the more he regretted agreeing to her plan.

"Wait, WREN -" he instinctively took a step forward.

"Be right back. Don't move." The door slammed.

Realizing there was nothing he could do to stop her, Jack released a worried groan and once again, returned to his former position.
While listening to the muffled sounds beyond the door, he tracked her position using radar sense. "Punch. Dodge. Slice." he muttered along with her movements, as if she could actually hear his directions. It was like silently coaching a newbie in the ring. When she stayed still instead of ducking, he heard a loud thud. "Ouch! That is no way to treat a lady!"

Frantically, he avoided some ricochet bullets that escaped through the door's fissures. Then it completely swung open, as in being knocked off its own hinges open. A decapitated body fell on top of it. Seeing Wren, he quickly rose his hands in the position she had placed them in before. "Heads up!" she cried, pun intended.

By god, he did not think she would mean that literally.

I am living in a freaking Tarantino movie he repeated to himself while realizing the head's features were Lanky Icicle Man's. If only he had stayed by that tank, he wouldn't have felt the steel wrath of Wren's blade. "Well don't just stand there! Open it!" she cried, continuing to swipe her katana back and forth like a painter who only used red. All she needed was a yellow track suit, and she was Beatrix Kiddo.

After pressing the head to the glass, the retinal scanner tolled a loud ding and the three-foot thick door slowly shifted open, allowing Jack to snatch the envelope from the mainframe. "Put it in your suit, quickly." Wren instructed. Hoping the manila wouldn't so much as crinkle underneath his padding, Jack unzipped the front of his costume and tucked the prized item into his chest, smoothing the paper out for good measure. He could hear the far-off rumpus of more footfall only a few stories above them. The group of soldiers, yet again, were heading down in their direction. And there were more of them.

"Get ready," Wren said, digging her hands into her utility belt. He turned to face her, noticing an alarming amount of crimson dripping from her suit. Of course, he couldn't exactly see such crimson, since his eyes didn't process the color, but the smell of blood was dreadfully pungent. Turns out that red she had painted with was her own - simulated soldiers had no need for bleeding.

"Let me handle this wave," he pleaded, putting a hand on her soldier. "You've done enough. You need to save your strength!"

But Wren had another cheeky trick up her sleeve, or rather, in her belt. She pulled out a grenade. An actual grenade. For some reason, he wasn't surprised.

The rest of the fight happened so fast, it dulled the intensity of his senses. As the soldiers flooded in, she tossed the unpinned grenade and slammed the door behind them. Then she held him against the wall with her arms as glass and bodies and rubble flew. He ground his teeth together, trying to remain in place against the booming explosion. Thanks to Wren's protection, no shrapnel pierced his suit.

Again, his ears rang. There was a certain morbid silence about the room, as well as a miasma of charred flesh and sawdust. But despite all of the grotesque sights and sounds and smells, Jack couldn't help but let out a cry of joy.

"WOO! That was amazing. Blood-pumping. I haven't felt that level of anxiety since-"

It was then he noticed the shards of glass embedded into Wren, some of them the size of knives.

"Shit...Goddamit. Okay," he exhaled, hoping she wouldn't faint on him. "I'm really sorry if this hurts..."

He quickly dislodged the large pieces from her side, back, and calf. There was nothing he could do about the smaller shards. But they were part of the simulation, so maybe if they hurried, the glass fragments would disappear. "Alright. Now it's my turn to help you." he said while placing her arm over his shoulders, guiding the limping girl through the maze of dead and groaning soldiers. Through the doorway, a strange-looking plastic card lay face-down on the ground. He leaned over for a moment, picking up the blue curiosity and seeing the word schlüsselkarte printed on its bottom. It took a good minute for him to realize it fit neatly through a slot next to a conveniently-placed elevator. Wait, there was a freaking elevator this whole time? Jesus, if only he had known that before...

Once the doors opened, he punched the ground floor button and made sure Wren was safely inside. "Geez," he mused to himself while the metal contraption rose. "I don't think I've had to complete a test this trippy since...well, since Xavier's." He thought of Phoebe, as well as the rest of his classmates. Were they done with their simulations already? Hopefully so. He needed someone who could remove the tiny pieces of glass from Wren's suit if they remained past the opening to the simulation. Stark went for realism in all his tests, and only the mentors knew how real he made them.

The elevator stopped, and the door opened to the same hallway Jack had fought through mere minutes ago. The soldiers on the floor were all unconscious or barely awake, save for one. "Sie verrotten Kinder! Du wirst für dieses Chaos bezahlen!" shouted a broken-legged guard, trying to crawl forward. "'Scuse us, jackass." Jack replied, propelling the heel of his boot into the man's forehead. He finally slept with the rest of his friends. The two students exited into the frosty air, heading in the direction of the forest. No need to head through the front door, what with all the triplines and heavy artillery and other shit Stark had placed there.

The artificial sun began to rise as they slogged through the snow. Birds were chirping, the wind was softly humming - everything was right in the world. Jack kept checking Wren every so often, making sure she had enough strength to move forward. He had carried her into this simulation, and now, in a sense, he was carrying her out. "Hey," he muttered. The usual snarky undertones of his voice had dropped. "I know I make it clear that you get on my nerves sometimes and I'm not particularly sweet as pie in your presence, but...thank you. For what you did back there. Not only do I appreciate it, but that was...amazing. Seriously. Like, Mycroft even suggested not blowing up the facility in any way and you used a grenade, and the envelope's still fine! It was just...."

He chuckled, but then stopped, clearing his throat instead. Too much...

"I'm sorry. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I'm just...blabbering like an idiot..."

Jack didn't even pay attention to Mycroft's announcement as he passed through the doorframe out of the simulation. His only concern was to make sure Wren was okay. "BEEP BEEEEEP, OUT OF THE WAY, EARLY BIRDS!" he yelled to Caitria, Petra, Ross, and Ja'zmyn, who were all resting at the end of the hallway in the lounge area. "Injured trooper girl coming through..."

He rushed Wren to one of the available chairs, crouching down beside her once she popped a squat. Jack removed his horned helmet, as well as the envelope from inside his zipped suit. "You okay?" he asked his partner, turning to his buddy Ross once she made her status known. "Yo, Mirror Master! Come over here!" he motioned him. "You know glass better than anyone...you see any pieces stuck inside Wrenpool, here?" It was then he remembered cold-as-ice Petra Maximoff had the power of telekinesis. If tiny shards were still stuck in Wren, perhaps she would be willing to remove them...




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Eventually, T'Chioke made it to the watchtower. His absence had given her enough time to pry open all the secrets hidden inside the Hydra base. Thanks to the maps, diagrams, and lists hidden inside the manila envelope, she now had an extensive knowledge of everything they faced. She flashed her partner a gentle smile, snorting as he nodded his head in approval towards the unconscious soldier. "He should be out for a while," she assured the prince. "He told me the mainframe in the basement is kept behind a thick, as well as bulletproof, glass door. There's also a retinal scanner. This little thing right here..." She retrieved a blue diagram of the door from her manila folder, circling her finger around a microscopic system inside the glass. "I know the claws in your suit are crafted from vibranium. They should be able to tear through the glass, but if not, we'd need to knock out a guard and use their eye to disable the lock. Actually, it might be a cleaner, less noisy method. Up to you what you'd want to do."

Nearing the table, T'Chioke told Phoebe about the elevator system and how they could either ride the elevator, disabling the camera inside, or travel down its shaft. Both options came with pros and cons. She nodded, creasing her lips into a straight line. Then the daughter of Wonder Woman grabbed a map of the ground floor and slid it to the tabletop's center.

"Climbing down the shaft would be a good idea. However, if the elevator moves up below us, we'll be forced off track. If it moves down above us, we'll be crushed. Believe it or not, there is an easier way. Ah good, you've got two." She pointed to the key cards T'Chioke still had in his possession. "Those key cards do a lot more than just work the elevators. They can actually turn off alarms and camera systems in one of these control rooms..." She pointed to a small space across from the ground floor elevator. "We know the base has fourty floors: twenty above, including the ground floor, and twenty below. There are four control rooms in the Hydra base, one for every ten floors. One guard works in each control room, and they monitor their own ten floors. We don't have to worry about the control rooms on the rooftop or the eleventh floor, since we aren't traveling that high. We just need to hijack the control rooms on the ground floor, as well as the control room on sub-level eleven."

She shifted through her folder again, pulling out another blue diagram. It was a map of each floor's maze-like ventilation system. "Here's what we're going to do. We'll approach the entrance you found, then I'll climb through the vent until I'm above the ground floor control room. I'll get the drop on the guard in the room and turn off the camera systems and alarms using the key card. In the meantime, you secure the control room from the outside. That way, no soldiers go in or out. Use your invisibility so no one sees you." She started shoving each map and list back into the folder, save for the diagram of the ventilation system. "Then we'll ride the elevator to sub-level ten, take the stairs down one flight to sub-level eleven, and do the same thing over again. We'll go to the basement, get the envelope by whatever means possible, and then ride all the way up to the ground floor. We leave the base, walk through the forest, and voila: simulation complete." She closed the folder with a hard thud, looking at him with a know-it-all grin. "The only problem we may face are guards stopping the elevator to get to other floors, but we'll deal with that when or if it even happens. We'll probably have to knock them unconscious and hide their limp bodies somewhere so we don't raise suspicion. Other than that little hitch, we should be fine."

She cracked her knuckles while gazing down at the ventilation system diagram, trying to cram its shape inside her memory so she wouldn't drop into an incorrect room. "Ready when you are. Although I really hope I don't forget this-"

Then she remembered.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot!" she sputtered while retrieving Jack's cellphone from her pocket. Fortunately, she knew his four-digit password and took a picture of the map using the phone's camera. Then she turned the screen towards her face and motioned for T'Chioke to come closer. She gave a goofy, unamused expression and tapped the screen with her thumb. Then Phoebe put the phone down on the table, looking at the facetious selfie with glee. In an instant, it became Jack's new background.

"Sorry, it's, uh...it's an inside joke," she explained to T'Chioke, who was probably very confused. "Nasty habit of Jack Murdock: he takes embarrassing photos of people when they're not looking. Keep an eye out for him. He's worse than the paparazzi. Something you're familiar with, I'm sure?" Phoebe chuckled, placing the phone back in her pocket and getting her shield, sword, and lasso ready. "Okay. Lead the way, Prince of Wakanda."

She let him guide her across the base, and thanks to his efforts near the pillar, they didn't encounter any conscious guards. Her finger pointed up once they reached the first vent. "There it is. Hand me one of the key cards, then boost me up." Once he did as she instructed, Phoebe quickly crawled through the vent, pulling out Jack's phone and using her photo as a guide so as to not lose the way. Finally, she reached the control room, removed the metal sheet over the vent's opening (super strength came in handy during tight moments like this), then pounced on the single guard in a silent takedown. If everything was going according to plan, T'Chioke was outside, watching the door. She swiped the keycard through two slots, shutting down the camera and alarm systems from floors one through sub-level ten. If intruders spotted them, they wouldn't be able to alert the rest of Super-Scary-Simulated-Hydra-Base of the partners' presence.

Then, looking at the unconscious man on the ground, Phoebe concocted a glorious idea. She locked the door from the inside. "One minute. Just give me a sec." she lowly called to T'Chioke, crossing over to the grounded man. Her hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pants. She took the articles of clothing and draped them over her own body, tucking her dark hair into the soldier's cap. Now, her and T'Chioke both had invisibility: he had his suit, and she was disguised as a Hydra soldier.

Phoebe stepped out of the control room, modeling her new uniform for T'Chioke. "It's uncomfortable as hell, but it'll make life easier. I won't have to crawl through anymore vents while disguised like this. Just keep watch while I walk through the front door of the next control room." She called the elevator and stepped through once it opened, punching the button for sub-level eleven. "I know we said sub-level ten before, but since I'm dressed like this, just turn invisible once we reach the floor. That way the cameras won't see you."

Taking out the next control room was just as easy. Again, Phoebe shut off the alarms, cameras, and even found a slot to disarm the sirens inside the mainframe. Then she sauntered back to the elevator, punching the basement's button. As she waited next to T'Chioke, she pressed her new shirt to her nostrils, grimacing from the horrid smell.

"Blech. That guy really needs to learn how to do his laundry..."

Then the elevator began to slow near sub-level fifteen. Phoebe gasped, hiding her sword and lasso behind her back. "Okay, T'Chioke," she rushed, "Just turn invisible and stay silent. Don't do anything unless they grow hostile. I've got this." Finally, the elevator stopped, and two laughing Hydra guards stepped on. They pressed the button for sub-level eighteen. There was nothing Phoebe despised more than lazy people who couldn't walk down three flights of stairs.

One guard eyed her up and down, paying close attention to the shield she tried to conceal. She knew Themysciran, Ancient and Modern Greek, Spanish and French, but Phoebe couldn't speak a lick of German. The man nodded. "Hallo, err...Wilhelm."

Wilhelm? Oh right. Wilhelm Wicki: the name embroidered onto the front pocket of her shirt.

She nodded in recognition of his presence. There was a wave of embarrassing silence until the soldier asked, "Ist das ein alter griechischer Schild, den du dort hast?"

His eyes trained to her shield. Racking her brain for what to do next, she blurted out the first German word she knew.

"JA."

He nodded. Kind of awkwardly, but not in a way that rose suspicion. He waved her goodbye once him and his partner reached sub -level eighteen. The elevator continued to lower once they left. God, that was close.

Finally, Phoebe and T'Chioke made it to the basement and entered the room where the monolithic mainframe stood. "Alright. See if you can pierce through the glass with your claws. If not, we can go find a soldier to knock out or something. Or we can skip the claws and go straight to the soldier. Up to you." Phoebe idly leaned against the door into the small space, crossing her arms and taking a deep breath. She didn't realize how tired she was. Maybe it was just from the jump of adrenaline that now returned to a normal pace. The stealth route, although safer, took a mental toll.

"Hey, this may be overstepping the boundaries of our acquaintanceship," she murmured, filling the silence, "but I've always been curious...what's it like to rule a nation?"

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Ja'zmyn J'onzz
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As soon as Caitria stepped out of the simulation, the Hydra base, landscape, everything, transformed into a fifty foot by fifty foot room. The simulation door closed as Caitria continued forward.

Caitria noticed Mycroft and Phil seated before dozens of moniters. The former leaned in his seat as he checked something off the list in front of him. Mycroft pressed the intercom button as Caitria picked up his voice.

"Congratulations Ms. Allen," he said in a professional tone. "You are the first to finish your simulation." Caitria refrained from grinning. She knew that she was probably going to be the first to finish, but that didn't make her any less proud. "We ask that you take a seat in the lobby at the far end of the hall as we wait for your other classmates finish."

Before Caitria could speed on over to the lobby, Phil leaned forward, commenting, "although you passed the simulation Ms. Allen, we ask that next time you are posed with a circumstance like this that you consider team work." Caitria furrowed a brow at that, pausing to listen to the rest of what Phil was going to tell her. "Those that fight alone die alone...everyone needs alliances because you won't always be faced with a situation where your particular skill set is the best option. Everyone at this academy has a specific set of skills that are different anyone else. You shouldn't be so quick to discredit that."

"I'm aware," Caitria said lightly, trying not to sound rude or standoffish. "When it's needed, I always consider teamwork, since unfortunately, superhuman speed can't always be the answer." Caitria shrugged. "But it just so happened that this simulation, considering my particular skill set, wouldn't require teamwork. Therefore, I chose to go solo. Besides, it isn't like anybody asked me to partner up with them."

Mycroft cleared his throat as Caitria finished speaking. "Do not open that envelope," he warned. "We'll still fail you if you open it, or if you leave before everyone has rejoined us."

Caitria couldn't help but think that it was possible for her to sneak away without anybody noticing, but Mycroft was probably reading her thoughts at that very moment. Caitria saluted, before speeding over to the lobby, making sure to take the best seat.

A couple minutes after Caitria sat down, she noticed Petra, Ross, and a bit later, Ja’zmyn pop out of their simulations and enter the lobby. The brunette nodded to her, sitting down on one of the seats. Caitria gave her a friendly smile in return.

Caitria raised an eyebrow in surprise as Jack Murdock ran out of his simulation while carrying Wren Wilson. "BEEP BEEEEEP, OUT OF THE WAY, EARLY BIRDS!" he shouted to Caitria and everybody else who had already finished the simulation. "Injured trooper girl coming through..."

Jack set Wren down in the chair next to Caitria, who scanned the redhead, half of her concern not evident on her face. "You okay?" he asked Wren, before turning to Ross. "Yo, Mirror Master! Come over here! You know glass better than anyone...you see any pieces stuck inside Wrenpool, here?"

Caitria decided to give the poor guy some advice. "Petra's telekinetic," she mentioned, motioning towards the other redhead in the room. She turned to Petra before speaking. "You could remove any glass shards in her body, if you don't have a problem with that."

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Lilith nodded in response to Andrew's ramble. “Sounds fine, as long as you got my back?” Of course, the question was obviously rhetorical, since both of them knew that Andrew always had any ally's back, but Andrew grinned and responded anyway.

"That's a given," he commented reassuringly.

Lilith used a vine to shoot up to the second floor. She shattered a window in the process. Oh well, Andrew thought. There goes the stealth plan. He camouflaged, plastering himself to the side of the building as he trailed after her.

As Andrew hopped into the building through the shattered window, Lilith released a fume of toxins as she bombed the entire floor. “You're on envelope duty!” Lilith singed to her partner, before adding in a more serious tone, “try to hurry.”

Andrew nodded brusquely. He ran to the nearest elevator he could see, still in camouflage mode, shooting any enemy in sight as he turned his right arm into a machine gun. Snatching a guard's key card - in case the elevator required some kind of scan, Hydra wasn't stupid - he scanned the key card in front of the elevator. Fortunately, it was close to Andrew's current floor. The brown-eyed man caught a glimpse of the Hydra guards and soldiers figuring out how to deal with Lilith as he entered the elevator. Truth be told, he was a little worried.

Andrew scanned the map in the elevator quickly - he pressed the sublevel twenty button as fast as he could. Luckily, the simulation had really fast elevators - Hydra probably updated them in real life, concerned about their efficiency.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Andrew shot anybody he could see, using his special mini-bomb bullets (he had absolutely no idea what they were called) that could take out a few guards at a time. After he used a generous amount of those, he switched to regular bullets, approaching the thick glass door as the Hydra guards died around him.

Andrew scanned the key card, hoping that it would work - he didn't have time to see if he could smash the door down with his super strength (it probably wouldn't work anyway, considering that this was Hydra headquarters). Luckily, the guard who previously owned the key card that was currently in Andrew's possession had high enough access, and the door opened. Andrew dashed in, grabbing the envelope, and head back the way he came.

I'm going to run out of bullets if I keep this up, he thought. Andrew wasn't exactly an epic killing machine in his normal form - he preferred to stay in that one, thank you very much.

Andrew gasped, out of breath as he entered the second floor once again, narrowing avoiding a guard who happened to be charging at him. "Oh shit," he muttered, fumbling to stab the guy in the gut. He really needed better stamina. And he had to start remembering how important his camouflage was.

His eyes widened as a red dot aligned with Lilith's chest, the blonde raising her hands in surrender. Andrew, as quietly as he could (which wasn't that quiet), ran over to Lilith, shoving her out of the way as he shot a Hydra soldier in the chest. The red dot disappeared as a man collapsed on the ground. Andrew turned to Lilith.

"I have the envelope," he said, still slightly out of breath, "but since we sounded the alarm, we have to kill everybody in this building before we leave."

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Thaleia noticed Tobias clench his jaw at the nickname and felt slightly guilty. She refrained from slapping herself in the face at that thought. Sure, she wasn't going to lie - she could be a bitch sometimes. Her cold demeanor and blunt nature was not taken well by anybody. But contrary to popular belief, while Thaleia thought of herself as heartless in a sense, she didn't actually try to bully anyone, especially when it came to family.

Thaleia sighed before grasping Tobias' shoulder. "Sorry," she grit out. It's been a long time since she said those words with even the slightest hint of sincerity. "You may think otherwise, but that wasn't an insult at all." Technically, that was true. Thaleia and her passed father, compared to everybody else, had fucked up morals. When Thaleia called Tobias "Maggy Jr.", she wasn't talking about his allegiance. She was talking about his skill set and power.

That was all.

Tobias moved past her, saying nothing, as he hurried down the stairs. Thaleia followed suit. Two guards stood at the end of the hall, their backs towards the two descendants. Tobias lifted his right hand towards the two guards. Nothing happened, until the two men suddenly started struggling and collapsed to the ground. Tobias glanced back at Thaleia. "They work," he said, referring to his powers.

After that, the two just killed everyone, with Tobias in the lead. Hey, laugh at Thaleia all you want, but at the end of the day, she was merely human. Not a metahuman like Caitria Allen was, but just simple, unaltered human. Of course, Tobias had to refrain from killing everybody on the spot and let Thaleia murder a few guards too.

Tobias probably wasn't happy with her slowing him down, but technically, he did accept her offer to be partners. If he wanted, he could've rejected Thaleia for all she cared.

(But no, he was probably just too nice.)

The two reached a desk that sat across from the elevators as Tobias held his left hand out towards the lift, bringing it up to their current level. The pair started sifting through the paperwork on the desk, attempting to find the location of the mainframe. Thaleia scowled slightly. Nothing. "Guess we'll have to go one floor at a time," Tobias commented bitterly, clearly annoyed as he and Thaleia entered the elevator. Thaleia opened her mouth to comment on the floor plan on the wall, but Tobias beat her to it. "Or...sublevel twenty." Thaleia pressed the respective button as Tobias spoke.

Tobias did his thing as the elevator door opened. He slid his metal spheres into his pocket as the guards dropped to the ground, dead. The two approached the glass door. Tobias knocked on the bulletproof glass a couple times as his eyes shifted over to the manila envelope. Thaleia couldn't help but feel a little bit smug when Tobias was unable to manipulate it due to the lack of metal. He turned to her. "You're up again," he said, gesturing to her guns, "but those won't work."

Thaleia hefted her guns into the straps on her back. "No need to worry," she told Tobias as she approached a guard's body. "I'm actually not stupid." She grabbed the guard roughly, snatching his key card in the process. Thaleia dropped his body back to the ground, heading towards the door. The key card worked and the glass door opened.

Thaleia entered the room, grabbing the manila envelope before turning around and heading back towards Tobias. She waved the envelope in the air. "Bingo," she said. "Now let's get out of here before we end up finishing last."

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Ja'zmyn J'onzz
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When Jaxon said that the situation was not looking too well for him above, Xavier acknowledged and was about to teleport straight to where his companion is and bring both of them out of the simulation room unscathed as soon as possible, since morning is approaching quite fast and he would rather not missing his precious breakfast and morning news, especially since he had just been to an event last night. It may sound a bit pompous but Xavier still takes career as an actor seriously, and who wouldn't be delighted when they are praised for something they did well? But for short, just like any of his fellow descendants, he too wanted to get out of this as soon as possible.

However, merely moments later, Jaxon suddenly come up with a plan to obliterate everything around him with his nova blast. Wait, Jaxon, we just need to get out of here so there's no need to waste your energy. Xavier reaffirmed, but apparently the younger descendant didn't hear it. He sighed. His partner has been helpful up til now, but the boy needs to pay attention to what others said, otherwise he'll end up doing unnecessary things. Asides from that, they have been working well enough so Xavier is hoping that the mentors will overlook the minor flaws.

Transporting himself to the entrance of the facility, Xavier had just made it right just before the energy within the field is concentrated all in one position. Knowing all too well what is about to happen, he erected a barrier surrounding himself. Jaxon contacted him one last time to warn him to prepare for the outburst. Way ahead of you, my friend. He replied, and a second later, the fiery figure standing not too far away from him literally explode. Everything flashed up violently and Xavier had to cover his eyes as not to blind himself. But the explosion took less than a minute, and when it cleared up, all simulated guards, the Hydra base and the surrounding forest were vaporized. "Quite impressive." Xavier remarked. Jaxon must have used up quite a bit of his energy already, yet the overall damage that the explosion had just caused can match up to that of a nuclear bomb.

When the smoke cleared up for a bit, Xavier casually walked up to Jaxon, who is now lying flatly on the ground, completely drained of all ounces of energy. "I must say, it was quite a bespectacled scene to behold." He said with his usual calm smile, while lowering himself and hovered his hand over Jaxon's chest, transferring a good amount of his own vitality to the younger hero, "But next time, do think more than just one time before you exact something." Xavier straightened himself up and extended his arm, helping Jaxon to stand up.

"Let's go back. I have a feeling we didn't manage to be the first birds, but I think our performance is good enough." He moved his hand in a circular motion as a portal open, revealing the sub-level 23 of the Academy on the other side, just besides where the mentors are standing. Xavier took out the envelope from within his coat and showed them that their mission is accomplished, but apparently they are not ranked and allowed to get back to their chambers until the rest of the descendants return. But it wouldn't hurt waiting a bit more for everyone, so Xavier just made his way to the lounge.

As expected, quite a few others have made it back before them, which includes Caitria, Petra, Ross, Ja’zmyn, Jack and Wren in a little bit of a bad shape. With her speed, there's no doubt that Caitria would be the first to finish. But Wren being injured? That's certainly a sight you don't get to see everyday.

Xavier was about to offer to take care of Wren's wounds, but Caitria just suggested that Petra should do it since she was also a telekinetic user, so he decided to just let the younger descendant to do her job. Instead, he walked to the coffee machine and poured two coffee cups, for himself and for Jaxon. After all, they do need a bit of a refreshment after the exercise earlier. "Here." Xavier offered a cup for the flame boy and took the seat next to him, "We need quite a good job, aren't we? Next time we team up though I could use a bit more of your patience." He commented as he took a sip from his coffee.

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ImageThe trip back through the mirror realm was quick, Petra almost floating along in the wake of their easy success. Ross's compliment stayed with her, lending her expression a little more smile than she'd normally have - I like da way yer nose scrunches up when yer frustrated. She didn't know anyone noticed things like that about her, the small quirks and gestures that made her Petra, instead of the icy Scarlet Witch she put forward.

Caitria was already waiting, back in the academy, when they stepped out of the simulation. Petra released her grip on Ross's hand, sliding her fingers delicately out of his grip.

"Congratulations Mr. McCulloch & Ms. Maximoff. If you could please go to the lounge at the end of the hall with your envelope. You will wait there until the remainder of your classmates finish the simulation."

Ross's reaction said it all. Not that she'd express it in so many words, but they were promised they'd be allowed back to bed if they completed the simulation. No protest passed her lips, but her spine was a little stiffer and her steps more pronounced as she headed towards the lounge area. "Hello," she greeted Caitria as she passed, her voice low. It was a little hard not to let her annoyance show, especially since Caitria didn't deserve to be on the receiving end, but the irritation needed to go somewhere.

A few minutes more, and Ja'zmyn came through her door. Now there were four students back - four out of the original twenty-two. They might have to wait a little loner.

At this thought, Wren and Jack burst back into the room. A little entertainment might be nice, Petra mused, as Jack screamed at them to get out of the way - a little redundant, since there was no one in his way. Taking in both of the students clad in red, Petra noted that they seemed to be a little worse for wear; of course they'd met expectations and gone in with guns blazing, no doubt.

"Petra's telekinetic - you could remove any glass shards in her body, if you don't have a problem with that." The redhead's attention snapped to Caitria, taking in her beckoning hand and Jack bent over Wren's wounds, fussing. Oh.

"I have no issue, if Wren doesn't." She might not like the other girl, but Petra wouldn't refuse her help. At least, since Wren hadn't quite given her reason to yet. Rising in one fluid motion, Petra approached Wren, kneeling so she was level with Wren's wounds. "This will sting," she warned. Disallowing Xavier's sudden appearance from making her concentration waver, she focused on the flesh wounds, telepathically pulling the glass shards out of Wren quickly and cleanly. The bits that were further in her flesh proved to be a little more difficult, but Petra made sure they slid back out the way they came as quickly as possible, without causing any further tearing.

"I'd say take the time to catch your breath and regenerate, but you'll be up on your feet in no time," she commented, pushing herself to her feet and looking down at Wren. She smiled perfunctorily at the patient, with no sign of mockery - or much friendliness, for that matter - and took a step back, her job done.


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ImageOne moment, Riley was standing ankle-deep in snow, the next, he was in a hallway stretching away to his right, dry and (if he was right) heated. He shook himself, trying to reorient himself - he was never ever going to get used to Conrad's zapping around. Perks of being a perfectly ordinary human.

"I'll take the first door and you get the second?"

"Yeah, sure," Riley agreed. He leaned against the door and tried the knob - locked, but there didn't appear to be anyone inside. Casting a quick glance around for security cameras and finding none, Riley backed up as far as the hallway would allow him, and placed a well-aimed kick at the door. It swung inwards, and he leaped forward, grabbing the edge of the door to prevent it from smacking against the wall on the inside and creating unnecessary noise. As it was, busting the door down was probably already enough to warrant a little unwanted attention.

"Jackpot." The room appeared to be a security office of some sort, with screens displaying feed from what was presumably cameras all over the facility. Scanning through the screens, Riley found one showing a glass enclosure - with an envelope inside.

"I haven't found anything. You?" Conrad's voice came from behind Riley, and the archer pointed, smiling.

"Right here, baby. Look - the envelope, this is the corridor outside the room, all we gotta do is take down like, three guards. Maybe more, but that's about as many as I can see from here. Could you get us there?" He wasn't exactly sure how far Conrad could teleport, especially with minimal knowledge about their destination, but he trusted in his friend's abilities. Either that, or they'd work their way down the floors and hope they didn't encounter too many enemies. With Conrad around, he could afford to be a little more optimistic.

Bow taut and at the ready, he smiled at Conrad. "Ready to go, partner?"

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"Mr. Zod." The computer man must have said for the several hundredth time.
"What?" He asked staring at the ceiling under his blankets. Apparently this too was part of the human norm, being tucked in bed at 3. Now J.A.R.V.I.S was saying he should have been up and about, ready for battle.
"You are required to be at sub-level 23 within under a minute now. Lack of attendance will result in failure."
Although still somewhat confused, he picked up his feet and got dressed. What he did know was failure wasn't an option so attendance he shall be in. "I just don’t get it though. Aren’t most of us supposed to be asleep at this hour?"
"The purpose is to condition you for every hour Mr. Zod. Your adversaries do not wait for the time to be at convenience."
Ulrich gave a nod. "Understandable."
"You have few seconds remaining."
Ulrich hadn't realized the time he lost, so darted down with his super hearing active to avoid being in the dark of their task. "Sorry." He called, flashing by the mentors and just got through a steel door and entered the simulation in time. He huffed out and gave his white surroundings a brief analysis then dashed to the base.

Without hostages to consider, it'd be a field day. He burst through the top floor and worked down, clearing out floor by floor as the alarms wailed insignificantly as his opponent's cries of startle and pain were the real music. They were thrown into walls, suffered his weight and super strength being slammed into them, and even tossed out of the building. Right up to the point he reached the basement, broke the protective case around the envelope and retrieved the letter then darted back. Ulrich gave the envelope a last look over and it seemed in the good condition the mentors wished. Much unlike his clothes that had little bullet holes in them.

Ulrich drifted over the lounge when prompted. Apparently Caitra was faster because she was already there. And Petra, Ross, Xavier, Ja’zmyn ...Just about everybody. Was he the last!?
There was a fair amount of action outside of the simulation too. Mostly teamwork orientated he noted, whether that be feedback between Xavier and Jaxon or aiding Wren's injuries. While Kryptonians or Zod’s army anyway looked after each other they didn’t really ever have teamwork so that was always a work in progress area for Ulrich too. It was part of why he joined, and, of course, in hopes of converting him to his own man with underlying implication that the man had to be good.
For now Ulrich stood in the lounge in his own space and let his gaze fall back on the envelope he had retrieved.

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"WOO! That was amazing. Blood-pumping. I haven't felt that level of anxiety since-" Jack's gaze fell to the glass in Wren... Well, everywhere. "Shit...Goddamit. Okay." He took a deep breath. Man was he overreacting just a smidge. "I'm really sorry if this hurts..."

"Well, it never feels good." Wren reached out her hand, grabbing Jack's shoulder. When he began pulling pieces from her back, calf and side, her grip tighten on his shoulder. "You know my body will just expel the bullets... eventually." Her gaze drifted over to him, taking in his frantic manner. Most people just figured she'd heal herself in enough time and never worried about it. Sure it hurt. It always hurt... Getting shot, still feels like getting shot. Same with being stabbed or whatever else. You never are numb to the pain, just sort of... used to it.

"Alright. Now it's my turn to help you."

"Really Jack... I'll be ok."

But did he listen? No. Jack took her arm and laid it across her shoulders. He helped lead her through the piles of dead bodies. Wren's gaze took in the body pieces thrown about and masses of corpses. "Maybe I should go to a villain school instead," she mused with a half hearted chuckle. Her father was never deemed the hero more of an antihero... using unorthodox methods and completely 100% ok with spilling blood. The kind of stuff that gives Captain America a heart attack. Some people saw him as a bad guy, so why not her too? Just embrace it. Join the dark side Luke.

Wren shook her head slightly coming back to the present as Jack found a key card to activate the elevator. She hated how her mind wondered when she was injured, even worse with a head injury. It was like being on drugs... Or at least how she imagined drugs would be like. They didn't really work on her. Jack punched the button in the elevator when it finally arrived. "Calm down sparky... You don't wanna break it," she teased him with a smile.

"Geez, I don't think I've had to complete a test this trippy since...well, since Xavier's."

Wren reached her hands up, yanking her mask off, taking whatever shards were in the back of her head with it. She winced slightly, followed by a slight sigh of relief. Her left arm raised to her mouth as she begin picking smaller pieces of glass from her with her teeth. "Fuck Tony Stark and his brain... Students won't learn if they aren't in actual danger." She scoffed.

When the elevator came to rest, Jack wasted no time moving back to her side. With the way he was acting, Wren was half surprised he just didn't carry her out of the simulation. Her brows raised when she saw one of the guards crawling towards them. "'Scuse us, jackass," Jack said before slamming his foot down into the man's face, knocking him unconscious with the others.

Wren raised her hand to block her eyes from the rising sun in the simulation room. "Hey," Jack said towards her getting her attention. She adjusted her arm that rested over his shoulders, looking towards him. "I know I make it clear that you get on my nerves sometimes and I'm not particularly sweet as pie in your presence, but...thank you. For what you did back there. Not only do I appreciate it, but that was...amazing. Seriously. Like, Mycroft even suggested not blowing up the facility in any way and you used a grenade, and the envelope's still fine! It was just...." His voice trailed off before he chuckled. "I'm sorry. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I'm just...blabbering like an idiot..."

"You're not getting all sappy on me now are you Murdock?" Wren laughed half heartedly. "The world isn't finished with you yet horns." She flicked one of the horns on his helmet with her free hand. "Plus, I think there would be some seriously upset girls in the Academy if that handsome face was laid to rest."

Wren tried to make note of what Mycroft was saying while Jack rushed her through the corridor. "BEEP BEEEEEP, OUT OF THE WAY, EARLY BIRDS!" She tried to give an apologetic smile to those that were already waiting in the lounge area. "Injured trooper girl coming through..." He wasted no time ushering her into a chair, then squatting down on the ground before her.

"You know, you're kind of a drama queen," she teased as Jack removed his helmet and envelope from his suit. When Wren first gave him the envelope, she didn't really have a chance to pay much attention to anything other than the approaching guards. But at that moment she definitely saw a bit of chest, which did not disappoint.

"You okay?"

Wren gave Jack a thumbs up with a slight smile. Did she feel 100%? No. But she was healing, could walk and had all her limbs. That's a better day for the Wilsons. She had already began picking at the shards in her body, not really paying attention to her frantic partner that seemed persistent to get her help... Even though she was beginning to heal.

"Petra's telekinetic," Caitria mentioned from the sidelines.

"Guys," Wren sighed. "Seriously, I'm fine. Give it... Ya know 5 hours and I'll be good as new."

"I have no issue, if Wren doesn't." Petra stood up and made her way over towards her. She then knelt down to be at the right angle.

Wren was about to argue, but instead she sighed and leaned back in her seat. "If it'll make Jacky over here stop worrying, then go ahead."

"This will sting," Petra added.

"Usually does." Since Jack was the one who insisted on getting her help, she grabbed his hand to prepare for whatever pain the Maximoff girl could cause. Wren's hand tightened around Jack's as Petra made the small pieces of glass pull out. Why is it that everything seems to hurt on the way out and not in?

"I'd say take the time to catch your breath and regenerate, but you'll be up on your feet in no time," Petra concluded and stood up.

"Sure thing doc. Thanks." Wren smiled towards her slightly. When her gaze fell to her hand holding Jack's she quickly patted his hand then put her own in her lap. "All better now, worry wart."

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Thaleia holstered her guns. "No need to worry," she said to Tobias as she approached a guard's corpse laying about. "I'm actually not stupid."

"Wait..." Tobias interjected, leaning back against the far wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you saying I am stupid?" Tobias raised a brow towards her, nearly smirking. As much as he does smirk. He watched her pull a keycard from the guard. She then walked over to the thick glass door and slid the card, unlocking the vault like room.

Thaleia strolled into the room, and snatched up the envelope. She waved the manilla envelope as she approached Tobias as he waited. "Bingo. Now let's get out of here before we end up finishing last."

Tobias nodded his head towards her, pushing off the wall before heading out into the hall. He stepped precariously as he dodged the bodies laying about, making his way to the elevator. He stood there silently as the lift took them up to the ground level. He wondered what people would think when two of the most disliked students exit the simulation together. Seems fitting. They both could have done it easily on their own but, even being cold and distant, they still know how to work in teams better than others.

When they finally reached the entrance that lead back to the main hallway, Tobias held the door open for Thaleia and followed out after her. He couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes as he heard Mycroft over the intercom, demanding that they all wait in the lounge. Typical. He didn't have to say anything to the Brit, just glare up at the camera to send the message that he wants his helmet back. Xavier Jr. doesn't like it when he can't keep close tabs on a villain's son.

His gaze drifted to the sight of half of the students fretting over Wren Wilson. Seriously? She has regenerative powers? But still they're all moving around like chickens with their heads cut off. Tobias pursed his lips slightly as he looked away from the spectacle. He remained at the far edge of the lounge, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He wasn't in a rush to get to bed, he wasn't sleeping in the first place. But he wasn't going to go chatting up everyone. He knew they didn't want to talk to him.

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Frankie quietly opened the door to the staircase. She quickly made her way down, occasionally knocking out any guards that stumbled their way into the narrow corridor. Every time she saw another security camera, she shot webs to cover the screen. Of course, the guards would pick up on it sooner or later, but it'd give them enough time to get in and out without being noticed.

Between her and Nathaniel taking out every other guard, they reached the bottom level in no time at all. Frankie headed down the hall first. Instead of heading straight through the door into the only room on the floor, she leaned against the wall adjacent to the door and knocked on it. When two guards came charging out, Frankie slammed into the first man and sent him back into the second. Before they knew what was happening, she had them both wrapped in webs and suspended from the ceiling. They fought against the bind, but nothing happened aside from their web cocoons rocking back and forth along with their feint groans.

She quickly ran over to Nathaniel and reached her hand into the pocket on his utility belt. Frankie smiled up at him as she took the key card. She then ran over to the door and unlocked it. Once it was open she snatched up the envelope. "Let's get out of here before more guards show up."

Frankie sprinted up the steps in the facility and into the woods. Once under the cover of trees, they only had to take out the occasional guard. It wasn't long before they reached the door and exited the simulation. The blonde sighed pushing back her hood and removing her mask as she walked down the hall to join everyone else in the lounge. "Who else is still inside?"

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Ross slunk back into his seat in the lounge as he waited for other students to finish with their simulation. Why was he getting punished for being one of the first groups finished. Bed. That was promised... Yet still they sat here waiting on baldy and the two ancients. He contemplated failing... Just walking out and going straight to bed. But, he didn't want to do that to Petra. His gaze shifted over to her slowly. She deserved a passing grade, and looked as pissed as he felt. So, if he just bounced it would also make her fail too. So, against his better wishes, he waited.

He must have started to doze off in his seat, because he sat up with a start when he heard himself being called after. "Yo, Mirror Master! Come over here!" Ross groaned, pushing off his seat and trudged over to Jack and a worse for the wear Wren. "You know glass better than anyone...you see any pieces stuck inside Wrenpool, here?"

Ross rubbed his eyes with a yawn. Was he crashing already from that caffeine pill? Or just never really woke up? Doesn't matter. "Oy, ya prick. She's got healin' abilities. What er ya freakin' out fer?" He motioned his hand towards Wren who's face seemed to only reiterate what he said. "Hold up a minute... ya call her 'Wrenpool'?" Ross laughed weakly. He patted Jack on the back as he stepped back out of the way, making room for Petra's finger wiggles. "Ya need to work on yer nicknames... They suck."

As he stepped away, he couldn't help but watch as Petra did her magic work on Wren. Not like Deadpool Jr. needed it. She would have been healed up within the next couple of hours but Jack seemed to have his panties in a bunch about her well being. Ross made sure to make a mental note to ask Murdock later as to why he felt the need to get the mouth all patched up. Was it a crush? Was it because she like saved his life or something?... Definitely wasn't just a selfless move. He never knew Jack to be like that.

“Hey, mirror wizard.”

"It's master," Ross groaned as he pivoted on his heels towards the voice. "I do actually have a name ya know—" He stopped mid-complaint when he saw Astrid with a bullet in her shoulder.

“Any trusting reflections about so I can sort myself out?”

Ross walked up to her, looking over her shoulder. Unlike Wren, Astrid didn't heal in the blink of an eye. Plus there was infection and whatever else. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she intended on dealing with it herself. She wouldn't accept help, too stubborn. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't try anyways. "Yeh, just hold on."

He walked over to his bag that rested on the chair. Riffling through it, he found a mirror, of course. But then found something better, a strong magnet. Ross honestly couldn't remember why it was in his bag. Maybe a piece for a new mirror blaster he was working on. He was too tired to try and recall pointless memories at the moment. He walked back over to Astrid. "I got somethin' better," he said. Before she could argue or ask, Ross held up the magnet near the wound. The bullet removed itself with ease from her shoulder and snapped into place against the magnet.

"Sorry. But yeh would only do more damage doin' it yerself." He took the bullet and placed in it her palm. "I suggest getting that stitched up with some ointment... Er rub some dirt in it like you tough people do," he teased with a smile.

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"Oy, ya prick. She's got healin' abilities. What er ya freakin' out fer?"

Before the Scotsman had replied, he rubbed both eyes and gave a soft yawn. Maybe the mirror realm allowed him to complete the exercise in the bat of a lash, but with the bone-chilling cold and musty smell of the base, how was Ross still tired?

"Dude, wake up." Jack chuckled. "The healing abilities are precisely why I'm freaking out. She could heal over it, and then she'll have glass trapped underneath her skin. Didn't they teach you basic anatomy in primary school?"

While he said this, Petra Maximoff approached the scene. With Caitria's suggestion, she had graciously offered to telekinetically remove the remaining glass from Wren's skin. Well, maybe not graciously. Petra was a bit of an icewoman. Cold and conscientious - far from the warm scarlet that made up her hair, lipstick, and lineage. He felt bad for Xavier. A little twinkle had shone in his eyes when he past an injured Wren, but he'd shied away from the challenge once Petra stepped up to the plate. Jack felt that in the academy and on the silver screen, Xavier's quirky genius was often overlooked.

"Hold up a minute... ya call her 'Wrenpool'?" Ross laughed weakly, patting Jack on the back. He was still in a crouched position, right by his partner's side.

"And I call you Mirror Master. We've been over this."

"Ya need to work on yer nicknames... They suck."

"That's the point, Captain Obvious." Jack deadpanned. Ross had taken a dig at his pride.

Suddenly, he sensed a jolt of warmth. As Wren squeezed his hand, he felt her tender skin, bones, blood vessels, and everything inbetween. After trudging through that monstrous snowstorm, she was still heated, still crackling with vigor. He even heard her fluttering heartbeat. His own heart practically pounded out of his chest.

"All better now, worry wart," she said, shard-free. Petra completed the job in less than two seconds. She'd be thanked later.

"Good," he smirked, getting back on his feet. He grabbed the manilla envelope, tucking it under his arm."So next time, when you're slicing and dicing and unpinning grenades on an entire army of murderous Hydra bastards, don't do it alone. See ya around, crazy girl." And with that, he left her. But not before shooting Wren a flirtatious wink.

A pep in his step, he sifted through the crowd of students until his buddy, Jaxon, was found. Yet again Xavier appeared, this time sipping a cup of coffee in the seat next to him. "Sup, Hot Stuff?" Jack extended his arm forward for a high-five. His friend looked just as lively as ever, like he'd barely broken a sweat inside the simulation. "How'd you do? I'm sure the snow wasn't a problem." Turning to the protege of Doctor Strange, Jack gave a snarky expression. "He didn't cause any trouble, did he?" His thumb pointed to Jaxon, almost drumming into his nose. He saw Xavier walk into the simulation with him just before leaving with Wren, so clearly they had partnered up. "I know he's not the most tempered of people. Sometimes I like to keep a fire hydrant with me so he doesn't burn down the whole building...You should see him drunk."

Jack pressed an elbow into his friend's shoulder. He liked to poke and prod, but it was all in the name of good fun. "Hopefully the mentors aren't keeping us here too long. I dunno about you, but that goddamn simulation left me famished and tired. I could go for some breakfast right now. If you're not jumping into bed right away, you can come up to my penthouse and I'll make some eggs benedict, Hell's Kitchen style. You're invited too, Strange," he flexed his brows at Xavier. Might as well make it a party.

"Maybe I'll text Ross and Conrad. See if they're up for it..."

"Not without a phone you won't!"

Behind him, Phoebe slapped his silver device back into his palm. That's right...He'd left his Iphone behind, in her hands, before entering the simulation. Tightly, she wrapped his earbuds around his neck, as though tying a noose. "Woah! What's your problem, Princess?"

Taking a step back, she crossed her arms and gave a sharp glare. In all his years of knowing her, he'd never seen such a prickly expression on her face. Not even in battle.

"Why don't you ask Wren Wilson, since she's your new partner now."

Her words came out colder than Stark's simulated snow. Seriously? That's why she was furious? Because of a choice he made for a stupid assignment? The Devil of Hell's Kitchen scoffed as she strutted away. He was going to invite her over for breakfast, but now shuddered at the idea. His head shook at Jaxon. "Girls. Am I right?" Then Jack clicked his phone back to life and was greeted with a curious surprise: an updated lock screen wallpaper. More specifically, an agitated Phoebe posing with her new partner.

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Before returning Jack's phone in a vexed fashion, Phoebe listened to T'Chioke's words, struck by their meaning.

“Sacrifice," he answered. It was a simple sentence backed by a more complex cadence. "Everything you do is for the people of your country. You don’t get to think about yourself when you have thousands depending on you. It can be like walking through a minefield at times. If you make a wrong step, you not only hurt yourself, but the people counting on you. Not very inspiring, but ruling a nation isn’t something anyone can do.”

She watched as the Black Panther's vibranium claws cut effortlessly through the thick glass, as though it were made of butter. With a push, the dismantled chunk of wall hit the ground with a loud crash. Guards would be coming any minute.

“Let’s get out of here.” T'Chioke pressed, tucking the envelope into his suit. Phoebe nodded and quickly followed him through the door. She wanted nothing more than to complete the mission and get out of that sweaty Hydra uniform. Nasty smell aside, she felt gross wearing it.

Once they entered the elevator, her thumb ticked the button to the ground floor. She leaned
against the back wall, somewhat drained. Phoebe tried to think up an intelligent response to his statement, but her mind whirred along with the metal contraption, rehashing harsh memories and expectations. Sacrifice...she knew the definition of that word all too well.

"My mother wants me to rule Paradise Island," she exhaled, eyes downturned. "After I graduate. She wants me to reclaim the throne with her and keep Themyscira at peace while she works with the Justice League. That's why I'm training here."

She didn't know why she was telling him such an important insecurity. Jack didn't even know yet. But T'Chioke would listen, he seemed to be the type to care. And above all else, it felt good to release the truth.

"I know what it's like to take a wrong step. Or rather, no steps at all. It leads to the same result, the same disappointment you speak of. I'm not ready to be a ruler. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. Not because I can't handle it, but because I don't want the power."

The doors opened and the passageway was clear. It was a steady, surprisingly easy walk back to the forest. The sun hung low in the sky. They'd be the last ones to finish the simulation, but at least they hadn't set off any alarms. Slow and steady usually wins the race. It might do wonders for their grades.

"To put a long story short, I learned something important after meeting the current queen of Themyscira," she continued once they were in line with the safety of the evergreens. "Those who seek power are least deserving of it. My mother always used to tell me that...titles and superpowers and money don't matter - it's what we do that defines us. I'm terrified of becoming the new queen. I don't want to make a wrong step, or no steps at all. I don't want to see myself become a villain."

She gave him a knowing glance, as if to inform him that information would remain a secret. She didn't need the entire academy learning of her future fears.

Once panther and princess reached the top of the hill, the world around them began to shapeshift into a dull, fifty by fifty-foot room. Mycroft and Coulson sat before an ensemble of monitors. Once they revealed their comments, Phoebe unbuttoned and unzipped the Hydra uniform, casting it onto the floor.

"Good job! I really appreciate your willingness to partner with me, T'Chioke. I didn't think anyone would." She sheathed her sword and gave him a quick hug. He deserved it. "Thank you so much for your help...your advice. Means a lot to me. Talk to you again soon?" she asked while exiting the room, a merry smile adorning her face. She hoped with all her heart he'd say 'yes'.


Afterwards, Phoebe propped herself against the hallway's edge, as far away from Jack Murdock as possible. She wasn't mad by the fact he'd partnered with Wren Wilson. Rather, she found it rude he'd left her stranded after seemingly giving off an impression of companionship. They had been a team many times before. He could've let her know before breaking tradition.

Yet she immediately regretted her coldness upon reuniting with him. Perhaps she'd apologize later. Jack was her best friend, after all. He was like an older brother. A test wasn't worth the jeopardization of their relationship. Placing her shield and lasso on the ground, Phoebe crossed both arms and languidly stared at the pool of students. She still felt like a stranger in this academy, even though she knew most peoples' names now. It took her a while before noticing Magneto Jr. nearby, pursing his lips in indifference. Odd - even after the assessment, his helmet wasn't back in his possession. It wasn't on the ground or in his hands. Perhaps the mentors forgot to return it? If he didn't have it by the time they were free to leave, she'd remind Mycroft.

Picking up her Themysciran treasures again, she left the wall as soon as Petra approached, crossing over to Frankie and Riley. At least she didn't feel like a stranger with them. "Hey!" Phoebe smiled. While listening to what Frankie had to say about Nathaniel, her mind wandered. Everyone still had their envelopes, which, according to the mentors, were to be left unopened. What on earth was inside them? Since they hadn't been confiscated, perhaps they each held something pertaining to the students. Hopefully the truth would be revealed in time...

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Laying on the ground, drained of energy, Jaxon watched as Xavier appeared and hovered his hands above his chest. In an instant, he felt completely rejuvenated. Xavier must have used some if his magic to give him an energy boost. He smiled at his friend as he took the hand he offered.

With a wave of his hand, he blew off Xavier's comments about thinking before acting. Jaxon knew he had to learn to be less impulsive, but it wouldn't be an easy feat to accomplish. He followed Xavier through the portal he had created into sub-level 23. The mentors informed them both that they were supposed to wait here until everyone was finished with the simulation. If he had still been tired, he would have been pissed about this information, but that boost Xavier gave him had him feeling like the energizer bunny.

Happily taking the steaming cup of coffee from Xavier, he took a large sip of the hot beverage. He was going to be really hyper today. Looking at his friend in the seat beside him he answered, "Yeah, we kicked some major ass." This time he chugged the rest of the coffee until the cup was empty. "And I know man, I have no patience. You'll have to help me work on it."

Jaxon's eyes drifted towards Ja’zmyn as she grabbed a cup of coffee. Is every woman at the academy smoking' hot? He called out to her. "Yo Jazzy! Your looking fine today." Grinning mischievously he gave her two thumbs up before turning his attention to Jack, who had came over to him.

He gave Jack a high five and got up to throw the cup away. When he returned he responded with, "I did awesome, as always. Xavier saved my ass though, wouldn't have been able to do it without him." Jaxon nodded at the man he was speaking of.

Jack almost shoved his thumb up Jaxon's nose when he pointed to him. It might bother some people, but Jaxon had spent so much time with the devil that he was used to it. He laughed at Murdock's mention of being drunk. That was most definitely true, crazy shit happened when he was intoxicated.

"No bed for me. I'm wide awake now that Xavier used his fancy magic to give me some energy." He winked at Xavier. "Breakfast sounds good. Xavier thinks so too. Right, buddy?" The more people the merrier, in his mind.

That was when a very pissed off Phoebe walked over to Jack. Jaxon knew when to stay out of things and this was one of those times. For once, he managed to keep his mouth shut, even after Murdock's last comment. He only nodded his head in agreement. Then, because he could, he yelled at Riley from across the room. "Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here! " He didn't think Jack would mind if he invited another person.

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"Good," Jack said as he moved to his feet, tucking the envelope under his arm. "So next time, when you're slicing and dicing and unpinning grenades on an entire army of murderous Hydra bastards, don't do it alone. See ya around, crazy girl." He then winked at her before he went to walk away.

Wren quickly sat up, reaching her hand out to snatch the envelope from under his arm as he departed. "I don't trust steamy over there around our envelope." Her gaze drifts over to Jaxon, whom she raises a suggestive brow towards. Partially because he's attractive, but mostly because... Well, maybe to make Jack a teeny bit jealous. "His blood runs too hot."

She slunk back into her seat, holding the envelope to her chest. With a sigh, Wren gazed around at the other students. Most of whom were already congregating around their friends. Funny. She always knew she was off putting, and an acquired taste... But sometimes it surprised even her when, more often than not, she was left to her own devises. Whatever. It's not like she was there to make friends anyways.

Finally, her focus landed on Caitria who was over in her own world. Somehow easy to over look when she wasn't running about or whatever. Wren scooted closer to her slightly. "So... How long did it take you this time? 20... Maybe 30 seconds?" She smirked slightly, leaning back against the wall. "You're getting slowwww..." she teased with a slight sing in her voice.

***

Tobias tapped his fingers along his arms as they were crossed over his chest. His right hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. It seemed like everyone was there, so why were they standing around? For the first time... in awhile, he was actually tired. He probably could have even managed to doze off slightly where he stood, leaning back against the wall. But he heard someone approaching which caused him to open his eyes, finding Petra standing before him.

He gave a slight sideways smile towards her as she walked up to him. "Hello."

"Morning," he said, furrowing his brows. "Or... I don't know, whatever hour it is." He gave a weak grumble of a chuckled as he ran his hand back through his hair.

"How'd you find the simulation? They've got themselves in a bit of a tizzy there; very realistic simulation Mycroft's put up. Are they setting us up for something?"

Tobias slipped his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Went without a hitch. Thaleia is a formidable partner. Wasn't really expecting anyone to ask to team up with me." His gaze fell to his feet slightly as he sighed, before commenting upon her second question. "Well... Besides the Brotherhood, Hydra is still a threat. They just want to end all of us 'supers'... Or enslave us. If I had to guess the next simulation would be similar but focused on the Brotherhood." He shrugged. "Suppose it's designed so we know our enemies."

***

Frankie stood towards the back end of the lounge. Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel, who stood alone. But just as she was about to walk over towards him, Riley walked on over to her. She smiled happily, seeing that her best friend looked all in one piece. "Heya, Frankie. I'm not sure, I just got back myself. You and Nathaniel make it alright?"

Her hand waved towards Phoebe as she approached as well. "Hey!"

Frankie smiled towards Phoebe and then nodded her head to Riley, cupping her hands before her. "Oh, yeah." Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel slightly. "Nathaniel is very skilled... We got through without killing any guards, or setting off the alarms." She brushed loose curls behind her ear. "How was working with Conrad and T'Chioke?"

Once Frankie asked, she pursed her lips slightly. Her left hand reached out to take Riley's upper arm. "Sorry about that... Not picking you. I wasn't thinking. I was distracted by attractive men." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she playfully nudged. "Of course, you'd be the only man in my life if I was your type." She giggled. Of course, she wasn't going to say anything more than that. Riley's sexuality was not something for her to speak about openly. It wasn't her secret to share. But simply said, she isn't his type. As to the implications of that... It could simply be because she's blonde.

"Next time, promise." Frankie draped her arm across Riley's shoulders.

"Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here!"

Frankie scoffed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Guess us women aren't invited. Typical." She pursed her lips, shaking her head towards Phoebe. "Whatever... Guys suck anyways," she said sarcastically. "Well... Not all of them." She bumped Riley with her hip, but her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel briefly, before quickly looking back towards her current company.

***

Of course, Astrid didn't seem like she appreciated Ross' intervention in taking out the bullet. No surprise there. He figured that would happen. But, in all honesty, if the stubborn brunette wanted to believe it or not, it's easier if someone else took care of it. So, Ross would deal with the evil sideways glances.

“Thank you for your wisdom, doctor. Now if anything happens to me you’ll be accountable. Not only for your advice but your involvement,” Astrid said with a warning undertone.

Ross rolled his eyes slightly. "Whatever yeh say, ma'am." He shook his head playfully, before leaving the 'intimidating' Rogers to herself. She'd be fine. He trudged his way over to an open seat next to Wren Wilson. He sighed, slinking down on the seat, resting his head back against the wall. He raised his hands to rub his face, the grogginess really starting to kick in. When he finally moved his hands from his face and opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Petra... But only for a moment before a bald and annoying Mycroft stepped in the way to address everyone.

***

Alfred, Phil and Mycroft finally entered the lobby with clip boards in hand. Mycroft cleared his throat to get the attention of the students. But before he had a chance to speak up, Alfred stepped forward. "Well done everyone. Each one of you has completed the simulation by passing standards. It was nice to see some of you even take advantage of team work —"

"Yes, yes," Mycroft interrupted. "Passing standards hardly, but that is a technicality that I will let slip. You all are alive... And have your envelopes, so I won't knit pick."

By the look on Mycroft's face, he had half a mind to fail some of them but the nice thing about a group of mentors was sometimes his sunny disposition was out voted. And in this case, it looked like Phil and Alfred out voted his disagreements. Phil took a stepped forward, motioning his hand towards the students. "You all may now open your envelopes."

Wren ripped open the lip of the large envelope, and stuck her hand inside. She pulled out a piece of paper, it was thick, on a heavier stock. When she flipped it over, she shot up to her feet. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?"

Alfred moved towards Wren with his hands held out in a slight attempt to calm her. "Please, Ms. Wilson. If you'd calm down, we will explain."

He then looked towards the rest of the students. "Tomorrow evening Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark and Descendant Academy are holding a gala. Many important people will be present to donate to our foundation, but more importantly... Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross will also be there. He among other members of the U.N. will be present. They are attempting to get our Academy shut down or put under military control to be used as a weapon for the U.N.. Similar to the same issues the Avengers encountered following the events of Sokovia."

Mycroft slipped his clipboard under his arm. "I argued against letting the lot of you even be inside the tower during the gala. After all, we need to impress these people. Prove that we do not need government control. But Mr. Wayne and Stark have different ideas."

Phil cupped his hands before him. "They believe that if our students are present and show how well mannered, well behaved and disciplined they are, that it will give us the footing we need to dispute their attempts at containing us."

"Which I know you all aren't. You all are as well behaved as circus clowns." Mycroft said, cold and emotionless. Per usual. "So, you all will go. And if you put a single toe out of order... Not only will you be removed from the gala, you will most likely be removed from the academy as well. Your actions tomorrow night will not only reflect upon yourselves and this academy, but upon your parents as well. If you cannot act like civilized adults, then the worlds defenders will become puppets on strings."

Alfred and Phil both shifted, apparent that they did not agree with Mycroft's brutal honesty or coldness. Alfred gives a halfhearted smile. "We all want you to enjoy yourselves. Socialize, meet some of our benefactors... Dance, take a date. Have fun, just be civilized. We think you all are wonderful and have great potential to do amazing things for the world. We just need to prove it to Secretary Ross and the U.N."

With nothing more to say, the mentors headed towards the elevators. "You're dismissed. We will resume training the morning after the Gala,"[/color] Phil added as the departed.

***

Wren stared down at the Gala invitation. She was furious. She knew it was a training exercise and that most likely whatever was in the envelope was a joke anyways. But this was lower than that. It was like throwing battery acid in a wound. She had half a mind to tear it up and leave it in shreds on the floor. Instead he shoved and beelined her way through her classmates to Jack. With probably more force than was necessary, she slammed the invitation against his chest. "Here. You can fucking have it... I can barely stomach looking at it."

She felt no need to stick around there anymore. Everyone was chatting and making plans for what to do after the simulation, and as far as Wren could tell, she wasn't invited. She walked down the hallway, practically clawing at her suit as she unzip the upper portion. She felt like she was suffocating and her temper didn't help. With a glance down she could see all the wounds in her abdomen more clearly as they healed. Even her sports bra was a lovely shade of blood from earlier.

Instead of having to get in the elevator with the mentors, Wren diverted right and threw open the door to the stair case. It was a long way up, but it wasn't like she got fatigued like everyone else. With a sigh, she dug her hand into her utility belt and pulled out her cellphone. She unwrapped the earbuds and stuck them in her ears, before blasting some music as she slowly trudged up the stairs.

***

Tobias sighed, rubbing his eyes. Although he wasn't prone to outbursts like Wren Wilson, he wasn't any less pissed about the situation. He looked over to Petra with an unamused expression. "How much do you want to bet that invitation... Excludes me." He rubbed the back of his head before pushing off the wall.

His gaze shifted to the departing mentors, and his helmet under Mycroft's arm. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. Tobias' gaze shifted to Petra for a moment, "Excuse me, sorry."

He jogged down the hallway towards the elevator. The doors were about to close when he extended his hand, stopping the metal doors and forcing them to open back up as he continued to approach them. "Xavier!" He stopped several feet from the elevators, his hand still held out to keep the elevator from moving.

Mycroft scowled slightly as he removed the Magneto helmet from under his arm, and held it out towards Tobias. "Next time, just tell me not to bring it," Tobias said as he held out his other hand, causing the helmet to fly out of Mycroft's hand and into his own.

Mycroft cupped his hands before him, with a snide smirk. "Oh, and Mr. Lehnsherr... That invitation excludes children of current terrorist factions."

Tobias remained unwavering at the comment, not giving Mycroft the satisfaction of pissing him off. "I know." He clenched his fist causing the elevator doors to snap shut. And just in case the mentors felt the need to step back out, he motioned his hand upward, sending the elevator into its ascension.

With his helmet in hand, Tobias sighed looking down at it. Not that he necessarily wanted to go to the gala, and the chances of him getting a date were less than likely... He hated the discrimination he felt due to his father. Numerous of the students here were Descendants of villains, but because his was still a major threat, he was treated like scum on the bottom of their shoes. Instead of dealing with the glances and stares if he turned back towards the crowd of classmates, he walked towards the staircase without a glance backwards.

***

Frankie sighed looking between Riley and Phoebe. "Huh..." She couldn't really manage to say anything else. She scratched the top of her head. "Well I couldn't sleep if I wanted to." Her gaze drifted over to Jack and Jaxon, then back to Phoebe. "I think I'm just going to go to my room. You can come if you want, if you're as wide awake as I am. Looks like Hell's kitchen over there has his own plans... Plus, we probably should figure out what we're going to wear," she teased with a slight giggle.

Sure, Frankie wasn't thrilled that the envelope only contained an invitation to the Gala. But she was glad that she could participate and try to help persuade the Secretary of State and U.N. that they are really doing good here. She's worked so hard to get into the academy and succeed. She'd hate to see them become controlled by the government, who doesn't always know what's best and when they should intervene. That would keep them from even helping on the streets. What they don't understand now is crime rates would just rise when they couldn't operate with their own judgement.

So, whatever part she could play in helping them remain they way they are, she would do it. Frankie looked back over towards Nathaniel, seeing him standing alone. "Guys, I'll be right back."

She walked over to Nathaniel, smiling softly. "Hey... Umm... I'm heading up to my room, Phoebe might be coming. I just thought I'd see if you wanted to come hang out with us. You don't have to, just thought I'd offer." Frankie lightly patted his upper arm with a smile. "And good job in their partner." She nodded her head towards him, before backing away and returning to Riley and Phoebe.

"Riley is going to have to let us know all the juicy details boys talk about when the girls are away," she teased, playfully nudging him with her elbow.

***

Great. Not only was Ross woken up during some serious REM cycle shit. All he got out of it was an invitation to some stupid gala where they have to impress assholes who want to control them. And people said the academy wouldn't be fun. At least now he could go to bed. Hell, he didn't even know if he'd go to the stupid dance thing or not anyways. He isn't known for always being on his best behavior.

With a groan, he pushed off he seat, standing up and stretching. Ross' attention was drawn towards Tobias and the mentors. Arseholes. him and Tobias weren't best friends or anything, but that was still shitty. He was half tempted to ask for the tattoo brute to be his date so that he could go... Just to ruffle Mycroft's feathers. In Ross' opinion, showing how Tobias wants to fight for the good guys, even with his father being who he is, would show those government fucks even more that what they are doing is good.

Ross rubbed his head as he walked over to Petra. "Aye, Red." He looked towards the hallway as Tobias disappeared up the staircase. "Ey think, maybe... If Tobias went to the gala, thing... It could really help." He slid his hands into his pockets. "Ya know. Show those government fucks dat even a son of a current threat wants to fight for the good guys."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just thought ya might want ta mention that to 'em... If he went as someone's date, dat technically is a loop hole." Ross motioned his hand towards Petra. "You could always take 'em... Ya know... unless there was someone else ya wanted ta go with."

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Image"If I had to guess the next simulation would be similar but focused on the Brotherhood. Suppose it's designed so we know our enemies."

The Brotherhood...Worry dipped Petra's eyebrows, and she crossed her arms, briefly taking a defensive stance. Not against Tobias, never against Tobias, but his father, her...grandfather. Less merit was given to their relationship by the Academy, seeing as Petra had inherited her mother's powers and was less similar to Magneto than her uncle was, but still. A burden neither of them could fully shake. An ancestry neither had asked for.

And going up against his father would have its detriments on Tobias. Regardless of the front he put up.

Petra's worries were temporarily shoved aside in favour of the mentors' announcement. Reaching into her pocket, she extracted the envelope, the force field winking out of existence. Sliding a nail under the flap to open it, she carefully extracted the stiff document inside, scanning its contents.

You are cordially invited to...

"Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?" Petra winced at the screech, her grip on the embossed paper tightening infinitesimally. Gods but did that girl get on her nerves.

"... following the events of Sokovia..." Petra's fist closed even tighter upon the paper, creases beginning to form. A battle her mother had never talked about, but Petra saw the pain clouding her eyes. Had seen the footage. Had seen the images of the body. Her uncle's body. The one she was named for.

And now, here they were again. The Descendants, used as a weapon? She'd burn before she'd let that happen. Would let the world burn before she was used as a weapon, used to hurt others the way she'd hurt herself before.

"How much do you want to bet that invitation... Excludes me." Tobias's dry comment snapped Petra out of her rage-fuelled reverie, her eyes snapping up to his, momentarily disoriented. "Tobias, I'm sure..." The halfhearted attempt at comfort trailed off as she watched him make a beeline for Mycroft, knowing that nothing she could say would change the situation. Mycroft would surely not be persuaded.

"Aye, red." Petra turned to Ross as he approached. "Ross. I don't suppose you'd want this as a keepsake?" She held out the invitation, realising too late that it was singed where her hand had been gripping it, the only remaining evidence of her temper. "Never mind. I'll keep it."
She stuffed it back into the envelope quickly, before Ross could get a good look.

"Yeah, that's an idea." She caught on to his plan quickly, nodding. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me." Only half teasing, she touched Ross's shoulder gently, an unspoken thanks for a job well done, and hurried after Tobias's departing back.

"Tobias. Tobias!" Her voice echoed up the stairwell as she called after him, the stupid cape almost getting caught in the door as it snapped shut behind her. Damn style to hell. "Come with me to the ball. As my date. We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side." Almost immediately Petra winced, knowing how the words sounded, but determined that she should try anyway. "Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."

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ImageRiley waved as Phoebe joined them, the three friends forming a little circle, Riley trying not to tower too much over the girls. He knew how it must look, but with his friends, he felt a little less self-conscious. "Phoebe!"

"Ah, working with Conrad was great. That guy gets me, he's got my back. I almost killed him, but that just proves how sneaky he is! And don't worry about it," he reached over to place a hand on Frankie's hair, ruffling it some, "I get it. It's good that we're working with everyone, so we don't end up handicapped if we're thrown together with someone unfamiliar. And what do you mean I'm not attractive?" He feigned insult, punching the blonde lightly in the shoulder. "See if I ever partner up with you again, Parker."

"Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here!"

"Yeah, sure!" Riley called back, raising a hand to point a finger at Jaxon, acknowledging the invite. "Sorry, Frankie. Phoebe." Although, truth be told, he rather liked the invite - asking him specifically meant Jaxon was thinking of him, which was good. At least he knew he wasn't forgettable.

Following Mycroft's announcement, Riley watched Conrad as he opened the envelope, deducing its contents from the ripple of excitement that spread among the students. A ball, huh. He'd be lucky if he could dance without tripping over his feet. Maybe the mentors would be content to let him stand in a corner and look capable of protecting the world.

"Eh. You girls have fun," he responded absently, ducking away as Frankie removed her arms from around him. "We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls," he teased back, laughing. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want." Breaking away from their little huddle, Riley loped towards Jaxon and Jack, beaming, and bumped Jaxon's shoulder once he got close enough. "Thanks for the invite. Hey, Murdock."

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"Are you fucking kidding me!?" shouted Wren once the envelopes were unsealed. "We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?"

Word-for-word what he had been thinking. It was a nice surprise, sure, but something the mentors could have waited until noon to reveal. Definitely not worth the simulated death traps and bullets. He would have given a small cheer if he hadn't felt so whiplashed from the exercise - all Jack could muster was a nod of approval.

Sokovia, Thaddeus Ross, military control...nothing particularly surprising or unexpected. Time and time again the government enforced restrictions upon mutants and vigilantes, and time and time again those rules created more division than unity. That's why his old man never mingled with household name superheroes - the Captain Americas, the Spidermans. The Avengers. Daredevil preferred to stay underground during his crime-fighting days because he knew the higher someone climbed up the totem pole, the more surveillance they received from the hawks above. Descendant Academy was already attracting government attention. That must have said something about the people within it.

Well, whether tomorrow night was good or bad for the school, it was a worthy reason to get
dressed to the nines. The gala, meeting U.N. members, and the soon-to-be breakfast soirée all stirred his excitement...until something slammed flat across his chest."Here. You can fucking have it... I can barely stomach looking at it," Wren said, leaving the invitation in his hands. That was not the reaction he had hoped for. Particularly because a part of him wanted to ask her to the gala.

"Hey...wait!" he called, but by the time the words escaped his lips, she was already ascending the staircase. For a quick moment, his anxiety calmed. He tried focusing on the sounds ahead...maybe she heard his cry and was now proceeding to turn around, back towards the hallway. Instead, he picked up something from behind.

"Oh, and Mr. Lehnsherr... That invitation excludes children of current terrorist factions." Mycroft Xavier's pretentious purr, of course.

"I know." The metal doors of the elevator shut with a cold snap. Tobias didn't even look infuriated, just blank - like he'd been expecting it. If Mycroft didn't already hold the title for Douchiest Piece of Trash Ever to Exist, he certainly won it now. What a fucking jerk. Who thought hiring that prick was a good idea? He didn't seem like the type genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropists such as Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne found universally appealing.

It wasn't his business, though. For now, it was another little secret to tack upon the wall. He returned his attention to Jaxon, Xavier, and now Riley, who had joined the circle while he'd been off listening to a conversation nobody was supposed to hear. "All right, boys," he smirked, beginning to tap up a text message for both Ross and Conrad. "I'm gonna head up to my penthouse now. Just give me a few minutes to get my shit together and then you're free to come in. Don't fall asleep on the way there. I can't eat all the eggs myself - I'm fat enough."

His thumb ticked the blue send button, and off the message went to Mirror Master Jr. and Conrad-super-long-name-Wagner...


Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass.

Jack then saluted his fellow classmates goodbye and hopped on the elevator, just as someone else was about to make her way in...



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"Working with T'Chioke was...refreshing," Phoebe added after Riley, a smile gracing her lips. "I threw a lot at him and he took my direction so well. We barely encountered any hitches, save for one instance. I didn't have to worry about anything while I was with him..." He was a much tamer partner than Jack, that was for sure.

"Sorry about that... Not picking you. I wasn't thinking. I was distracted by attractive men." Frankie grinned as she nudged Riley's shoulder. "Of course, you'd be the only man in my life if I was your type." Oh. Phoebe's eyes widened a little. This was the first piece of information she had heard regarding Riley's sexuality. Yes, she caught the subtext. And it made her inexorably happy.

She laughed at Riley's quip, cringed at Jaxon's mention of a breakfast party in Jack's room, and wanted to back into a corner once the gala invitations were revealed. Flashbacks to awful high school dances replayed in her mind, especially that one year during homecoming when her dress tore in the middle of the dance floor. She hid from the laughing cheerleading team and spent the rest of the night in a bathroom stall. It wasn't like anyone was willing to drive her home. Her mom couldn't come to the rescue either - she was off battling the Joker's henchmen in Gotham with the Justice League. It wasn't Phoebe's worst memory, but it was one of the many terrible ones.

At least this time she'd be dancing with friends by her side. With Frankie's sunny personality and Riley's sense of humor, this gala was bound to be a memorable experience. She couldn't wait to go to Frankie's room later and talk about outfits or boys or whatever it was girls talked about before a formal occasion.

"Eh. You girls have fun," Riley responded absently, moving towards Jack and his little circle. It was starting to turn into a ridiculous boys-club-thing. "We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls," he teased back, laughing. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."

"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" she giggled as he sauntered away. Her eyes flicked to Frankie. "I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more." With a playful wink and a knowing grin, she bid goodbye to her friend and departed for an open elevator. She made it through just before the doors closed. However, her smooth timing was barely a stroke of luck...

Standing in front of her was Jack, avoiding eye contact. Just him. No one else.

Was it too late to take the stairs? This was going to be a bumpy ride...





Cold, biting silence. Grey metal walls only heightened the claustrophobic feel. Realizing the elevator wasn't moving, she quickly scurried forward and pressed her floor's button. She was quieter than a mouse: just like she was before they'd talked in college. It was like he could feel the goosebumps rising on her nape. Seconds passed slowly. His fingers fidgeted along with her trembling heartbeat.

This was absolutely ridiculous. "Listen, Phoebe-"

"I'm sorry," she blurted, just as the contraption began to rise. Then she froze. "Oh wait...my apologies. You were saying something...?"

"No, it's fine. You first." Her temperature increased. So did his. Finally, they were thawing. Albeit slowly.

"No, I was just gonna say...I'm sorry. For how I treated you back there...You had every right to partner with someone else. I guess I just got mad because, well...we usually work together. I was caught off-guard, and it turned into unjust anger..."

"You had...have a right to be angry." Jack scratched his fingers across the back of his head. "I shouldn't have abandoned you like that. To be honest, I keep forgetting you've only been here for a little while...I won't leave you next time. I'll ask for your permission before-"

"Jack. Stop right there," she said, turning her body in his direction. "I accept your apology and everything, but...and I mean no offense by this...I need to start connecting with my surroundings." His brows creased. "Okay...are you referring to meditation or...?"

"No, I mean...this partner-test-thing made me realize I need to...I dunno...open myself up more to people? I'm keeping myself in a bubble right now. I've always been that way. But...today I learned that people trust me. Someone was willing to take a chance on me this morning. I don't know why, but he did. And everything went smoothly. I can't just ignore opportunities to join forces with people like me, because this may be the only opportunity I get to build something new. I...I need to..."

"Stop telling yourself that you're worthless and start realizing how powerful you are," Jack finished for her. "Yes, I wanted to partner with Wren this morning, but I left you because I knew you could handle yourself. You can handle yourself, you just don't believe it. Why do you think you got accepted into this crazy academy in the first place? You can't be a million dollar baby if you keep telling yourself you're trash. You're not trash. You're Phoebe goddamn Prince."

Dimples folded across her cheeks as he pressed his shoulder into hers. That movie had always been their 'thing'. The first time she opened up to him, he compared her looks and smile and spirit to that of Maggie Fitzgerald's. In retaliation, she screamed, "Mo Chuishle!" whenever she came to watch one of his fights. Her teasing voice grounded him in the ring, and that was why he'd never lost a match. They had a million more inside jokes. They were close enough to be siblings, and they could never really stay mad at each other. "Okay. I won't tell myself I'm trash," she murmured, her cheeks glowing pink. He smiled back, gave a nod, and clicked on his phone.

"Good. Now explain this."

It was his new background - the picture of her and T'Chioke. She looked away, coyly. "Yes, that's T'Chioke and I. He's the one who asked me to partner with him."

"So I've gathered."

"He's nicer than people assume. And very intelligent..."

"Did he stare at you more from up close than from afar?" He batted his lashes for effect. The punch that landed on his shoulder seemed to say, he's not in love with me, asshole.

"Not as much as you longingly gaze at Wren Wilson! Doesn't take super senses to notice the way you look at her..."

"Don't turn this around, Princess." The elevator stopped, and the duo exited through the doors into Jack's penthouse. She draped herself across his sofa like a queen on a throne, setting her shield and lasso on the hardwood floor. "I guess you really are the son of Matt Murdock. He had a huge crush on a wild, red-clad woman too...a certain Elektra Natchios, if I can recall correctly..." He was about to pour himself a glass of water from the nearby sink. Instead, Jack slowly pivoted on his heels, his ears perked high like a rabbit's. Apparently they always rose whenever he was startled, as Phoebe never failed to laugh whenever he made what she referred to as 'the surprised face'. "Now where did you learn that private and very personal morsel of Murdock family history?"

She smirked. "Jessica Jones is more of a gossip than you think."

Damn Alias Investigations and the alcoholic woman who ran it. After a few months interning there, Phoebe was starting to become a PI herself. Jack ran two glasses of water under the faucet - one for him and one for his partner-in-crime - and then sat next to her on his comfy beige couch. "Well, unlike Elektra Natchios, I don't think Wren Wilson has the gall to join a villainous ninja organization, kill her sensei, and bury herself inside an imploding building. She's loud-mouthed and strange and annoying..." he sighed, "but she's not...completely...crazy. I hate to admit it, but...she's actually kinda fun."

"Please tell me you're going to the gala with her," Phoebe giddily squealed inbetween a sip of water. With a frown, he shrugged. "I wanted to ask her after we opened the envelopes, but she left before I could say anything. She seemed pissed. Like she'd rather drink a gallon of hot garbage juice before going to the damn thing..." Odd, considering Wren didn't seem like the type to turn down a party.

"Well maybe that's because you haven't asked her yet! I may not be as experienced when it comes to romantic relationships, but Jack...if you like her, go get her! What are you waiting for?" Did those words actually come out of Phoebe Prince's mouth? She wasn't one for giving advice so...rash. Nevertheless, she was right. Perhaps with the right cajolery, Wren would be willing to go with him. It wasn't like he was asking her to marry him or anything - We'd just be going as friends. Phoebe's opinion was one he could trust. She was blessed with the wisdom of the gods, after all. Not only was she a brilliant tactician, but a shrewd counselor. He nodded. "All right then, I'll ask her now." He pulled out his phone again and found Wren's number, then cautiously began to type up a text. "Ask her in person! That's always nicer!" Phoebe interjected. He gave a teasing sigh and rolled his eyes, then pressed 'send'.


Hey Wrenpool. I'm serving breakfast in my penthouse. Come up if you want...I need to ask you something.

Hopefully she'd reply soon. He gave Phoebe a half-smile, then finished his glass of water. Maybe she'd stay for breakfast. "I just hope she decides to go the gala, at least. Don't know if I'll be able to tolerate a horde of snooty U.N. officials without her crazy shenanigans keeping us distracted. I just feel bad for Tobias. Mycroft told him he's not allowed to attend the event because his father's part of a terrorist faction..."

Phoebe's face went whiter than a ghost's. She cupped a hand over her mouth, keeping a swig of water from escaping, then swallowed hard. "Wait, what? When did Mycroft say that to Tobias?" Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Just after we opened the envelopes. Tobias didn't seem too surprised, actually..."

She fixed her gaze at the wall, shining topaz eyes suddenly turning a shade darker. "That's terrible...no, not terrible. Wrong. Someone needs to tell Mycroft he's incriminating Tobias for a crime that's not his fault...In court, that's called unlawful discrimination." She rose from the couch and slowly paced across the room. The expression on her face was a swirling collage of anger, confusion, and anxiety. Clearly she cared about this to an intriguing degree. "Phoebe, I know it's wrong and everything, but it's none of our business." Jack intoned. "The mentors get to call the shots, not us. There's probably a good reason for why they're doing it. Tobias Lehnsherr doesn't have the cleanest slate when it comes to family history...we don't know anything about him."

"So you're just going to sit there and let it happen?" she said, shaking her head in disgrace. "I don't know about you, Jack, but I became a lawyer to defend the oppressed. Not only is what they're doing unjust, it's dangerous." She put her glass of water on the ground, then grabbed her lasso, leaving the large Amazonian shield behind. "J.A.R.V.I.S.," she called to the speakers above while striding towards the door, "Let Frankie know I might be late to our meeting. And tell Mycroft I need to speak with him in his office. It's important."

"Yes, Ms. Prince."

"Not a smart idea, Phee," Jack called as she turned the knob. What on earth did she mean by dangerous? "You're letting your emotions get the better of you."

"What, prejudice doesn't bother you, Jack?" she replied through the crack in the door. A fire crackled in her eyes. "Keep my shield safe. I'll come back for it later." And with a slam, she left him.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Jack Murdock
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Bohemian Rhapsody. Always a classic. It was always difficult being angry when you had Queen blasting in your ears. So, Wren tried her best to let the song calm her down... At least a little. On one end of the spectrum, yes, she understood the importance of that simulation. Practice handling numerous opponents, having to get something critical without it being damaged.

That's no big deal. She would have been more than happy to run in there, shooting shit up for a raw egg like she was in High School. Same concept. Don't ruin it, break it... Whatever. But, this was different. It was just a dick move. Plain and simple. So much anticipation behind the whole Se7en "what's in the box"... Er, envelope. Wren wanted it to be something good. But an invitation to a fucking Gala?! Not even a school dance like it was prom.

No! They have to put on their happy faces and try to sell the world on the fact that they deserve to operate without government pulling the strings. While trying to walk around in giraffe shoes and in tight, uncomfortable dresses. Wren was definitely not classified under the well behaved category either. So, act like Wren... Get kicked out, possibly fuck over the whole academy and the future of heroes, which in turn can fuck over the world. Have any kind of fun... Same thing.

See this is a job for Frankie. Leave everyone else in their rooms, and just let Frankie Parker charm her way to the U.N.'s heart. The Wilson's are barely liked by fellow heroes... Non heroes? Forget it. Might as well give up now. Wren didn't like this kind of pressure. She didn't like that Mycroft was a twat and got his kicks out of ruining their lives. And she hated the fact that the entire future of this academy and everything they've been working for rests on the shoulders of a Gala. Fucking bullshit.

Wren's mental rant carried her up the dozens of flights of stairs in what seemed like no time at all. Her mind shouted right over Queen and at least three other songs. She groaned, pulling the earbuds from her ears and started wrapping the cords around her phone. She bumped open the door to the hallway with her hip, before walking down the dead corridor towards her room. Her thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw something bright red on the door to her penthouse. Every hallway in Descendant tower felt as white and sterile as a hospital making the crimson feel foreign. It was enough to make Wren freeze several feet from her door before she could see what it was. Prank? Most likely. What was there to do in this building when they weren't training, besides fuck with each other? But they were all just together, so it didn't quite make sense.

As she neared the door, it came clearly into view. A bright red hydra symbol stared back at her, almost like it was mocking her after their simulation.

Wren inhaled sharply. Her jaw clenched as she balled up her fist. "J.A.R.V.I.S.!"

"Yes, Ms. Wilson?"

"Who did this?!"

"... I am sorry. It seems a minute of my surveillance footage has been removed."

Wren was so mad, it took her a couple tries just to get her fucking door open. She had half a mind just to kick the damn thing in. "Mycroft! You piece of shit!" She stormed into her penthouse, chucking her phone onto the couch before beelining for the kitchen. Of course, who else could it be? Who else has access to security footage? This was even low for the bald dick head. She tore through the cabinets like a bat out of hell, getting some sort of cleaning spray and a towel.

It took her the better part of fifteen minutes just to get the shit off of her door. And then another five so that there wasn't even the finest of residue. Wren angrily headed for the bathroom, stripping down and getting straight into the shower. She stood under the boiling hot water with her hands pressed against the cool tiles. If one more toe is put out of order today, she'd probably end up killing someone. Superhero school. It'll be fun. She rubbed her face, then ran her hands back through her hair.

Wren didn't dare look at the clock after her shower. She didn't know how much time they all spent in the simulations, but it definitely wasn't night anymore. Not like it mattered to her on a physical level, she wasn't tired. It was the principal of the thing. She stepped into her teddy bear slippers and trudged her way over to the couch. Just as she sat down, she picked her phone back up realizing she had a text that was... well a few minutes old.

New text message from : Horns
"Hey Wrenpool. I'm serving breakfast in my penthouse. Come up if you want... I need to ask you something."

She rolled her eyes cursing under her breath. Not because Jack texted her... But that she didn't see the fucking text until after she showered and got into pajamas. Wren groaned staring down at her phone, but her thumbs didn't move to text. "Just say, 'Not hungry. What's so important you can't just ask me now?'... It's that easy." But her thumbs didn't move. She'd bet money that he was still worried about lingering glass shards or something. Petra was thorough. Plus, she heals. Even without Witchy Junior's help, she would have been fine in a couple hours.

But... Wren being the attention whore she is... only on occasions. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to crash the dick party up in Jack's room. It always seemed like they were scared of ovaries or something. So, why not crash that testosterone bash with a little bit of estrogen and an extra helping of crazy. She didn't even bother texting Jack back. It's not as much of a surprise when you're expected. She tucked her phone in the elastic band of her pajama shorts and headed out of her room towards the elevator.

... Plus... I'm fucking starving.



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Tobias wasn't really in the mood to take a thousand stairs up to his penthouse. But, he supposed it gave him a chance to clear his mind. And so far the only other person crazy enough to take the stairs up... dozens of floors was Wren Wilson, who never gets tired. He only made it up two flights before he heard the door open and a voice shout up to him. "Tobias! Tobias!"

He knew who it was without even looking. Petra was the only person in the academy who'd willingly chase after him. And she was probably the only person he wouldn't ignore and just keep walking. Tobias sighed softly, walking up to the railing. He leaned over it, looking down at the redhead. "Look... I'm fine, don't worry—"

"Come with me to the ball. As my date," Petra called up to him, cutting him off. "We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side."

Tobias' hands clenched the railing as he took a deep breath. He knew she didn't mean it like that... But that's how everyone else saw it. Was he on their side? A majority of the academy looked at him like he was a spy. Maybe he should just fall into their expectations. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't hurt so much, or leave him conflicted like he is. Or... He could try to help keep the academy functioning the way it is. Show himself as an ally to the Descendants. Which was he? Spy... Or ally? He didn't even know. He hasn't given Magneto anything, but it was only a matter of time before Mystique couldn't keep him from prying.

"Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."

What if he is right to keep me away? Tobias didn't say it though. Uttering something like that was dangerous and only made his fears a reality. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. "You don't want to go with your... uncle. I'll think on it, Petey... But you don't need to feel obligated to go with me. If there's someone else you'd rather go with, then go with them." He smiled towards her, giving a slight wave of his hand before continuing to ascend the stairs.

He could have gone to his penthouse. That's where he spent most of his time anyways. But because of that, is why Tobias continued to climb the stairs going higher than his own floor. He didn't know if he really wanted to be accessible. He appreciated Petra's offer, but he didn't need others either affirming Mycroft was right, or worse... giving him a pity party.

Next thing he knew, he was on the roof. The rooftop pool's neon lights softly changed through the different colors, illuminating the undisturbed water. It looked like it was ready for a hoard of rowdy young adults to blast music, throw each other in the water and drink until they pass out on the lawn chairs. Everything was perfectly oriented and clean. When was the last time any of them were up here? It's not like the mentors really gave them time for leisure swimming. Most of them were exhausted and just slept until their next training session.

Tobias walked over to the unmanned tiki bar. He walked around the counter and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. He popped the cap on the edge of the bar and took a drink as he slowly made his way to a lone lawn chair on the farthest corner of the roof. After adjusting the back, he laid down on it and stared up at the sky. It's dark navy and purple melting into warm pinks and oranges showing that the sun wass about to rise. Beautiful.

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"Eh. You girls have fun," Riley said as he ducked away.

"Girls and guy," Frankie corrected sarcastically while motioning to Nathan. "Unlike your group... We don't exclude based on gender," she teased, sticking her tongue out towards him playfully.

"We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."

"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" Phoebe called after Riley as he walked away.

"You know where my room is. Just stop by if it ends up being too much bro for you up there," Frankie added with a wave towards him as he disappeared into dude-ville. Her gaze drifted to Phee as she addressed her.

"I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more."

Frankie's jaw dropped in a teasingly offended manner. But the minute she saw Nathaniel was standing behind her, she snapped her jaw shut. Her cheeks turned bright red. "... His name is Nathaniel," was the best comeback she had to Phoebe's comment as her friend walked away towards the elevator.

When she felt Nathaniel tap her on the shoulder, Frankie tried to shake off her embarrassment as best as she could before turning and facing him. She gave him a bright smile before cupping her hands together. He didn't say anything, but motioned his hand towards the elevators as if a silent 'after you.' She waited a long moment or two after Jack and Phoebe's elevator head up before pressing the button. There was some awkward tension that she didn't want to be in the middle of in that lift ride.

As they waited, she looked over to Nathaniel. "Looks like it's just us." Frankie half smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm not an amazing chef like Murdock... But I have poptarts and bagels... And coffee." She giggled. It wasn't much of an offer, but it was something. After all, how long would all of them last once they were actually sitting down. She figured it wouldn't even be an hour before they all pass out in her penthouse once the fatigue hits them.

The elevator finally arrived. Thank god for Stark tech. The lifts in the tower were exceptionally faster than in any other building she's been in before. After they stepped in, Ross filed in with them. "Are you going to Jack's?"

Ross nodded his head. "Aye, I am," he said followed by a large yawn.

"We aren't part of the cool crowd, Nate," Frankie teased, playfully nudging Nathaniel.

"Eh, you wouldn't have fun anyways. They're all idiots... Includin' myself. Plus, we'll all probableh eat then pass out at the table," Ross laughed as he rubbed his eyes. "I'd wager we all bitch 'bout the gala. Then Jaxon will talk about which 'hot' lass he intends on askin' to be his date... And then some mild freakin' out when they all realize they ain't got any penguin suits."

Frankie laughs looking between Ross and Nathaniel. "Guess a lot of the guys will be going tux shopping once the sun is up."

"Not meh," Ross smiled, stretching as the elevator started to slow as it approached Jack's floor. "Figured I need one at some point. So, while they be shoppin'... I'll be sleepin'." The elevator doors opened. "See ya, Frankie." He then patted Nathaniel on the shoulder, before exiting the lift. "See ya man. You should hang with us idiots sometime... We're not always horrible company." He waved to them before disappearing down the hall as the doors close.

The next floor was hers, thankfully. Frankie was dying to get out of her suit and into comfy clothes. She lead Nathaniel down the hall, and opened the door to her penthouse for him. "It's nothing special or crazy like some of the others." She closed the door after him. Her condo had a large open layout with the kitchen to the right. Since it was only her, she never had a need for a dining room table and instead opted for an island with bar. To the left there was a step down to the living room area with a large sectional couch and decent sized TV. And then of course, passed that was her giant lab which took up a majority of her penthouse... Then a tiny bedroom in a distant corner.

"If you don't mind, I'm dying to get into some jams." Frankie smiled. "Make yourself at home. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, or cable... Or... Umm yeah that's about it, besides my lab." She laughed softly. "Be right back."

With that she disappeared towards the back end of her penthouse, going into her bedroom. Frankie changed into some more comfortable clothes. Once dressed, she made her way to the bathroom. With a sigh, she turned on the faucet, running some hot water. She washed her face, then grabbed a hand towel to wipe off the access water. As she removed the towel from her face, she screamed seeing a red hydra symbol, on her bathroom mirror. Without a moments hesitation, she used the towel to wipe it from the mirror, then threw it in the trash.

She put down the toilet lid and sat, trying to catch her breath. Why in the hell was there a Hydra symbol... In my bathroom!? Frankie kept trying to calm herself down. Reassuring herself that it was part of some extensive, slightly insane training mechanism to always keep them on their toes or something... Whatever it was. She didn't like that someone had been in her penthouse.



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"Ross. I don't suppose you'd want this as a keepsake?" His gaze fell to the invitation in Petra's hand. It was visibly scorched... Most likely from her temper or something. Everyone was a little ticked that the simulation was basically for an invitation to an uppity gala. He parted his lips to respond, but Petra took the words out of his mouth. "Never mind. I'll keep it." She shoved it back into the envelope quickly.

"Yeah, that's an idea," Petra said in response to his comment. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me."

Ross sensed a little bit of light hearted teasing in her voice. He gave his best smile, shrugging slightly. "Blood before Scots," he teased. His gaze followed her hand as she touched his shoulder. He gave a small nod of his head towards her before she hurried off after Tobias.

Once she was in the stairwell out of ear shot, Ross cursed to himself under his breath. "Fuckin' idiot," he scoffed with a sigh. Sure, he should have taken the opportunity to maybe ask to her to gala before giving her the idea to take Tobias. But, that'd be selfish... And he'd feel guilty... And feel bad for Tobias... So, instead self loathing and ass kicking.

Then there was a spontaneous Chewbacca roar that came from his pocket. Ross' brows furrowed as his hands felt around his various pockets until he found his cellphone. He illuminated the screen to a new text message...

New text message from : The Horny Devil
"Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass."


Ross glared towards Jack, seeing him in the elevator after he read the message. "Oy! I was right—" He started to shout towards Jack but the elevator doors shut and cut him off. "I'm standin' right here beside ya... But you fuckin' text meh. Unbelievable," he groaned to himself as he walked down the hall towards the elevators. "Couldn't even hold the fuckin' lift for me... Arsehole." He groaned as he pressed the button.

He road the lift up with Frankie and Nathaniel, before trudging down the hall like a zombie towards Jack's room. Of course, when Ross gets to the dill hole's room and knocks... He isn't there. He sighs, leaning back agains the wall opposite of the door. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sitting on the floor. He gets out his phone and lethargically taps his thumbs against the screen.

Compose text message to : The Horny Devil
"How in da hell em I at yer room before ya? If yer not here in da next 5 minutes I'm breakin' down the door."

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Xavier sat and spent time interacting with Jaxon patiently while waiting for any remarks from the mentor. The younger hero sure is a nice company to keep around. Not that he is trying to sound arrogant, but for someone who has gone through all kinds of high and low in life, he has the rights to called himself a 'seasoned' guy, not just during business, but also in his everyday life as well. For that, pretty much all things that he usually came across with are rather dulled. That also included the assignment that the big bad boys have just told them to went through. That is why he needed to someone with high spirits like Jaxon around to keep himself from boredom.

Chuckling a bit when seeing his partner flirted with Ja'zmyn, Xavier noticed that the protegé of Daredevil - Jack Murdock was approaching them. "Greetings, my friend." He greeted the younger descendant. They aren't particularly close friends, per se, but Jack is seemingly someone nice enough whom he can get along with. The guy didn't seem to mind an old man like him around either, which is a good thing. Amongst all snickers and talking behind his back about how untrustworthy he is, it is certainly a breath of fresh air to have some people who weren't part of that club around him.

After exchanging greetings with his friend Jaxon and whatnot, Jack turned to Xavier with an expression that suddenly scrunched up, and asked him whether the flame boy caused any troubles during their mission or not. He simply replied with his usual calm smile, "Well, I would say that the volcano really did blast its' debris up into the high heaven, but I guess we work quite well together. He did a good job keeping all the simulated guards at bay while I went and retrieve the prize, so you got to give him the credit too."

With that said, Jack came up with the idea to invite his friends to come over his penthouse to enjoy egg benedict from Hell's Kitchen. Of course, it was a breakfast up to Xavier's usual taste, and he doesn't have any plans at the moment, so might as well join Jaxon and Jack and whoever the two boys tag along later. Xavier would be lying if he says he isn't a bit tired after going through with the simulation and shooting some of his vitality over to Jaxon, who looks as if he's a bunny on a sugar rush.

"Yes, breakfast sounds good, Jack. My pleasure to come along. Although I usually prefer something a bit more MasterChef, Hell's Kitchen sounds fine as well." He responded to the Daredevil's offer, "And please, Xavier is fine."

And then, the mentors waltzed in, trying to look as highly and intimidating as ever. Though having worked under them for quite a long time now, he still find them to be quite amusing when they tried to look scary while none of the descendants seemed to think that way. Of course, Xavier still respects them for their capabilities and how 'experienced' they are, it just that they, especially Mycroft, should tone down their pride a bit.

Unknowingly even to the protege of Professor X, Xavier had actually peaked into the content of the envelope earlier when he took it from where it was kept using his magic, so he wasn't surprised now when the ticket to the ball was revealed. It was hardly surprising anymore, knowing the mentors. Their tendency to make the descendants to go through hell just to get a teddy bear is something they are all used to by now.

It seemed that this gala is going to be quite an event, where all the big bad boys funding and supervising them and whatnot are going to gather in one place. Of course, for a social bird like Xavier, much in contrast with the disbelieving reactions from his fellow descendants which he found amusing, this event is something he wouldn't miss for the world. But the ball has barely even begun yet and his sixth sense is already tingling. Something definitely is going to happen there. That's just how things always are. A party is not so much a party without its' crasher, after all.

After Jack left to return and prepare for their little get-together, Xavier turned to Jaxon, "Well, if you don't mind, I'll keep this." He waved the envelope in front of the younger guy and tucked it inside his coat, then stood up from whence he sat, "I'll go back to my place to get changing for a bit. I'll go to yours after I'm done and we can go together, okay? Catch you later." Xavier saluted and opened a portal and get back to his own penthouse.