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Lilith Isley

"Hope this is what you desire."

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

Description

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xxxLILITH x ISLEY
xxxx p r o t e g e x o f x Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy x





"Now who said nature was always nice?"
- Lilith Isley




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Lilith Victoria Isley

n i c k n a m e s
Lily, Ivy

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25

g e n d e r
Female

s e x u a l i t y
Heterosexual

o r i g i n
Gotham

s p e c i e s
Human

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n
level 7 — mental



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h e i g h t
5'5

w e i g h t
115lb

h a i r
Blonde

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m a r k i n g s
None

a p p e a r a n c e
Lilith is a pretty young woman with long dark lashes, pink inviting lips, the right amount of curves and flawless skin complexion, which in turn contributes to part of the little death trap she is. She carries a much more bubbly and vibrant vibe for somebody inherently evil. Her skin does not show signs of entwining with nature as her mother's does, so she looks perfectly ordinary on the surface though it's part of how she maintains a healthy body and glow. Even when she's toxic to the core, she wouldn't ever consider herself a mutant.





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P O W E R S

C h l o r o k i n e s i sx // x More commonly known as plant manipulation, Lilith has the ability to control plant life and animate it.
T o x i cxxI m m u n i t yx // x Immunity to all toxins, bacteria and viruses.
T o x i k i n e s i sx // x The ability to create, shape, bend poisons and toxins and venom. Her body is such an example of this, for poison is in her very being allowing her to have a deadly touch. Much like her mother, Lilith conceals this in her lips and executes it via a kiss.
P he r o m o n ex C o n t r o lx // x Lilith can manipulate pheromones typically that which drive desire. This in addition to her toxickinesis allows for some interesting creations such as enabling her to exert control over victims.



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

“I'm a fabulous kisser. Just a shame nobody gets to live to tell about it.”
B o t a n yx // x Her knowledge of plants is vast and with Pamela giving her exclusive and further intimate knowledge, it helps a great deal with her powers and producing toxins from plants.
A c t i n g x // x Lilith is able to put on a dedicated and master performance, playing victim, hero, etc. She morphs into anything she needs to be.
H a n dxx-xt oxx-xxH a n dxC o m b a tx // x Her style of fighting is limited against those with years of training, but was necessity for her to learn. She is good at climbing and leaping and a strong swimmer.
C r e a t i v ex // x Lilith can be quite the sly and shifty thing. Her application of powers and what she can manipulate with them grows.



W E A K N E S S E S

M u s c l exx]M a s sx // x Her figure was meant for one thing: manipulation and seduction. Compared to others in the academy and even mortal strong figures, she does not have enough muscle mass to always fend them off.
S o l a rxx]E n e r g y x // x Like Poison Ivy, Lilith needs sunlight to thrive and survive as do her plants.
A r m s r e a c h x // x Relationship wise, Lilith likes to have understanding and control to an extent. When emotions are at risk of getting out of hand, she becomes reserved and aims to detach.



F E A R S

L o v e x // x Falling for, being in. Love is a frightening thought for layered reasons. Letting Pamela down for one, exposing weakness and vulnerability and the other expressing her genuine affections and kissing her lover.
F i r e x // x Not just for her beloved plants that she is connected with but for her own peril. It's a bad way to go.xx“You best be prepared to burn a whole forest down if you come at me with flame.”
L o c kxxUp x // x The fear that a large villainous reputation will proceed her thus being wanted by a mob of people wanting to throw her into a dark and isolated cell where she'll slowly deteriorate and whither away and die alone. Or any isolation in a dark condensed place alone.




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Not all good and not all bad, Lilith is generally out for her own gain and benefit but rarities can come along and change the plan. While she may not express certain joy towards this and helping another, a little part of her conscience will be glad. This is where she can get conflicted about where her allegiance truly lies. So for the time being she is trying to create her own path in the academy. It may be because some lack to see the gray area there can truly be which she seems to be stuck on. Being bad is embedded into her, and sometimes it can feel really good. But being good from time-to-time has its own rewards. As a result for the time being, she creates and sticks to her own side and tends to indulge the devil inside more than the angel though she can find herself genuinely caring for some of her acquaintances.

Minor dilemma aside, she can be a pleasant, playful and endearing woman with a chance of sweetness shining through and generally open to adventure and new possibilities. She hopes this is without the alluring ability of her mother and people can genuinely like her. But truth be told, she'll never really know and would rather not to get too caught up in the thought. However, she will never change who she is to fit someone's criteria. To gain their favor or with an ulterior motive, she may adopt different mannerisms and tones but Lilith is somebody to take as she is if looking for a genuine relationship and respect including her evil side. Often, however, her reputation can be too poisonous on herself as people can see her as this calm, cool, calculating temptress, stepping on whoever to climb the ladder of success which can become troublesome when seeking simple companionship. Life goes on independently for Lilith of course, but its a preference to still have company at times especially while she's still young, approachable, sane and has some compassion and affection for humanity.

Lilith is also very sure of herself or her abilities at least, understanding her talents, strengths and weaknesses and using them to advantage. This isn't to say everything she ever executes goes off without a hitch, of course there's always a matter of improvisation. But for the most part she's very knowing and understanding of capabilities and incredibly cunning for her cause. She is easily looked at as fragile, but her will power and control of nature contrast that belief greatly. She should not be an underestimated opponent or human being but she will gladly allow somebody to think less of her at their own cost.




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H I S T O R Y


Poison Ivy would live to argue that sleeping with a man was a mistake and having a child from that event likewise was a mistake. To her, mother nature prevailing mattered most and she was sister to mother nature. But she came around when she realized Lilith had potential and gifts like hers.

Pamela occasionally showed some maternal instincts but over the rapid years, it developed into a relationship of who could outfox the fox and earn more media and stats. Most of the time, it was all in fun with that ambitious drive in both of them wanting to be victorious and have their way and gain the self appointed title of Queen Bee. That was about their only means of bonding since Lilith didn't entirely hold Pamela's obsession with turning everything green and why it should rule. Though over the years, the more patience she grew and the more she learned, the more connected she grew with nature and therefore her powers. However Pamela was always keen to remind Lilith that she wasn't the ruler of Gotham's hearts and nature and only second rate assuring Lilith's ego wouldn't be quite so boosted. While Lilith was gaining confidence and becoming quite the temptress, she never got over cocky, believing she could bend the will of any and all so her mother's technique only proved as a sort of shut down to Lilith feeling good and brought about mild spite in their relationship.

Though by no means ideal, they still lived together and worked together for some causes but they were never apart for more than a few months at a time. Ivy was afraid to make herself too scarce in Gotham and produced chemicals of longevity so she could remain beautiful and vibrant. If her appeal wasn't enough to admire her determination certainly was. Without letting new life shine, Lilith sought an ordinary life. School and all, and it was interesting but where she first learned infatuation was dangerous and forgot the power sealed in her kiss. He was as fortunate to make it to hospital and gain a steady heartbeat back, but it was too risky dating and feeling for an ordinary human male so she had to be the coldest of them all and break up with him bedridden. Shortly after, Ivy heard the news and begun her lectures on how weak men were and that they'd only be let downs.

Lilith dealt with a bunch of arsonists to preserve Gotham's plant life, in doing so capturing Batman's attention then Bruce Wayne's. The intelligent and persistent man had a few questions for young Lilith, like how she managed to track and knock out the gang of arsonists single-handedly then inquired on her parentage, detecting something extraordinary about the girl before him. Lilith layered the sarcastic and diffusing answers and became quite dismissive but this only prompted further investigation from Bruce. Once he found out she was daughter to the lovely Pamela Isley, he confronted her again before daughter and mother could reunite and find trouble and before Pamela could "corrupt her mind and potential," along with a few conserving nature pitches for good and "I know your mother". Bruce stated that he was aware of past crime stunts but that could be pardoned and be made right by joining the academy. Not that Lilith joined on the basis of a clean slate.





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So begins...

Lilith Isley's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Arthur Wilson Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Abigail Gordon Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Grey Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Peyton Moone Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Mellisande al Ghul
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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Arthur Wilson Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons
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Even Astrid grumbled to the intrusion on her sleep.
“Pardon me Miss Rogers but your presence is expected on sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. It is also advised you come prepared for battle.” But that b word - battle and war had an effect on her mind and body that coursed adrenaline through her and made her feel defensive of the academy, of herself and everything she stood and fought for. The only way they were going to learn was by applying themselves and treating it as real as possible, she understood that. And with Mycroft on the loose, that was easily accomplished. He didn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

Astrid didn't argue with the poor AI that endured more backchat than anyone had to, but replied with a simple “Okay,” and moved for the wardrobe to suit up. Even though it was in a slow sort of fashion. She tied her hair in a tight ponytail through a yawn and grabbed her shield. She hesitated at the door of her penthouse. “Weapons?”
“That is for you to decide.” J.A.R.V.I.S answered.
Astrid rolled over the option for some time. Too long in fact before she stepped forward and out her door. She traveled to sub-level 23 trying to conjure an energy she couldn't quite reach on the journey there.

The shield was firm in her grip and she saw her peers lined up. A few in fact making her one of the less punctual. Doubting they were doing it for fun, she fell in the back of the line automatically.
“Morning,” she greeted to anyone that heard it.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Lilith's voice emerged from behind her causing her to turn. “Today might be that day you have to toss somebody off a building.”
“I doubt that,” Astrid said seeing the likelihood as a joke and smiled.



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An alarm sounded through her sanctuary and Lilith hugged her pillow tighter. When it was obvious it wasn't about to seize, Lilith peaked an eye open.
“What is happening?”
“Nothing personal Miss Isley. You and others are expected at sub-level 23 in 15 minutes prepared for battle.” J.A.R.V.I.S informed.
She took a glance at her clock then turned away in denial. “Why?” She protested.
For some time the AI was quiet. Lilith thought it had left in the best possible sense. “I detect that may a be a rhetorical question.”
Lilith turned onto her back and sighed with an arm resting across her stomach contemplating her life as it was and how, had she refused the academy she could work on her own hours. But training would have been less or nonexistent and so she might not have reached her potential.
“I am authorized to do any means of motivation, Miss Isley.”
To that she sighed and scowled and threw her blankets off. “Relax. I'm up,” she assured.

She twiddled her fingers in passing Wren and nodded to others she had a fine connection with then slipped in line behind Astrid.

“But honestly, Astrid, if it comes to your life you're still not going to kill somebody who would kill you in the blink of an eye?” She asked softly looking into her blues for the soul answer. Lilith wasn't antagonizing her or pushing her, at least not deliberately but genuinely curious.
“I feel like we've been through this. No. There's such thing as redemption and second chances and they can pay off.” Lilith arched a brow prompting her to carry on. “Say somebody never really had the option to do good and it's their only way of life. Loyalty can be earned. Circumstances and upbringing can herd people into other directions but give them a chance and they can do amazing things.”
Lilith leaned against the wall smiling and nodding to show her understanding of Astrid's viewpoint. “It's a good thing you can stand your own. That moral compass may be your demise.”
Astrid smiled again and shrugged. “Then it shouldn't effect you sweet Lily.”
Lilith was at first surprised by the sass she received from the captain's daughter then grinned. It was well played and oddly refreshing tuning both their wits up for the training ahead.

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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?"

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"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.

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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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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.

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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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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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!!"

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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..."

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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?

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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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Astrid’s attention shifted from the amused woman of nature to the mentors, a smile of her own still in place.

They pitched the exercise ahead involving penetrating a high security base of Hyrda's, abundant with enemies, hostile, armed and dangerous. If they made an error basically alarms would trigger and heat would swarm their way. Which was of incredible high intensity needless to say and they could either embrace the heat, going in swinging or a more stealthy option. Additionally, they weren't to damage the goods.

Astrid pressed her tongue to her cheek and lowered her gaze. She wasn’t bad at sneaking but it wasn’t her forte and there was always a chance of getting surrounded while trying to take it slow and steady. Contrast to that was the crashing and banging option and it wasn’t ever her style. Somewhere in the middle. One room sweep at a time so the journey back from receiving the "delicate information" was smooth.

She preferred to work with a partner for more tactical advantage and back up but if not than so be it. In some sense it would be better to do it alone so there would be no disputes of moral values and pace. Besides, what would it be like to report to the captain that she scraped through there as well.

Almost immediately did she feel bad for such a vain thought to ever cross her mind. She marched up to a door alone, fists clenching by her sides and having to run out the clock until the doors opened and get her head straight.

Once the steel door unlocked, white cold wind blew at her and she shielded her eyes with her arm and her boots sunk into snow. “Right,” she said and started the march towards the base. At the moment it was no more than a shadow, the details too hard to make through the storm at the current distance. But the closer she got, the more structured plan she'd gain.



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Her heart sunk a little for Tobias seeing his helmet confiscated for the moment. Hearing Mycroft’s explanation, she got it to a degree but it was still unfair and beyond bad luck. “Tob..” she went to step forward and argue that they could pair up and Mycroft could pick her mind instead for the updates but he had marched forward in a bad mood. And even then if they split up, Lilith wouldn't know Tobias's state.

She leaned back to the wall blowing out her lips in defeat. Besides even thinking of it beneficially their powers wouldn't flatter each other. Then the voices in her head began to nag.
Astrid didn't walk off to someone nor someone approach her as Lilith predicted and her no kill rule was going to be her demise. Could she just let her favorite brunette march off without back up? Should she not consider her own benefited partner? Lilith didn't fancy any individuals that would be barking at her the whole time or somebody she'd slow down. Her eyes washed over her acquaintances of the academy partnering up and those left over. Caitria, Andrew, Arthur all of which she conveniently had...well enough relationships with. Arthur struck her as an impatient kind for errors or physical struggles as Lilith may experience and she wasn't in the mood to handle honest feedback.
Caitria...a good option but may be slowed down and despite belief Lilith wasn't an overly selfish person.
So somewhat hesitantly she approached Andrew. Not because she was unsure of him as a partner but his whole head space right now. “Would you mind if we teamed up? No obligation necessary. ” She assured.

A partner was a preference since in detail they didn't know exactly what awaited them but if she heard that classic dreaded 'no' word, then she was sure she could manage herself. Let her and nature run wild together.

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Caitria saw a few people consider her as a partner - how nice, she was flattered - but they all seemed to turn her down in their minds. Good thing for Caitria. She wasn't a mind-reader, she didn't know why they stopped considering her, but with her speed, a partner may just slow her down. Of course, there were always a few exceptions. Xavier could possibly keep up with his magic, but Jaxon approached him. Caitria always thought that Doctor Strange was as cool as hell - nothing against her dad, though. But if those few who considered her eliminated her as a choice because they thought they were going to slow her down, then Caitria was sincerely flattered by their thoughtfulness. Not everyone was selfless.

The alarm bells ringed down the hall as the five minutes were up. The steel simulation doors opened and Caitria immediately felt blizzard winds. She grit her teeth. The cold slowed her down more than any of her peers could in a million years. She had to be fast in more than one way.

Caitria zipped through the cold. She analysed the Hydra building quickly; superhuman speed meant superhuman speed reading and superhuman evaluating. You get the idea.

There were many, many guards. But Caitria could move at the speed of light if she wanted to. Even if the Hydra alarms were that high-tech, Caitria could find the envelope and walk out of the simulation in less than a fraction of a second. The speed of light traveled at 299,792,458 meters per second, or approximately 186,282 miles. Caitria didn't even have to go near that fast to finish this challenge without batting an eye.

No, literally without batting an eye.

Caitria dashed into the building, into the basement, avoiding all the guards and soldiers. The mainframe was locked and sealed by a three-foot thick door made of bulletproof glass. Sure, the blonde could steal a key card, but the guards might notice the door opening. She had a more effective way anyway.

Caitria started vibrating, faster and faster, until the molecules of her body were loose enough to pass through a tangible object. She ran through the door, the guards not noticing a thing. The door was unaffected.

Caitria snatched the manila envelope, shoving it somewhat gracefully in her pocket to avoid it catching fire whilst she ran. The blue-eyed speedster dashed out of the building and out of the simulation, the entire process taking less than even a fraction of a second.

She sauntered into the hall, waving the envelope in the air. "I'm finished, Mycroft! What's my grade?"

If Caitria wasn't the first done, she'd be sorely disappointed.





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Andrew, who was absentmindedly letting his gaze roam over the assembling pairs while waiting for the five minutes to be up, almost choked when he saw Thaleia Castle approach Tobias.

You couldn't exactly blame him. Thaleia Castle? Well, she was known for being the complete ice queen at the Academy. For her to actually approach someone, especially Tobias Lehnsherr, in attempt to partner up, was enough to blow Andrew's mind.

Andrew almost didn't notice Lilith head towards him, but caught her approaching at just the right moment. "Would you mind if we teamed up?" the blonde asked. Andrew almost did a double-take; he didn't expect anybody to request to be his partner. "No obligation necessary."

Of course, while some of the students were better off than others for this assignment (such as Caitria; Andrew was almost jealous of her ability to just zip into a building at the speed of freakin' light and head out with barely any effort), a partner was a good asset to have.

But Andrew had to wonder, what did Lilith have to offer? Sure, she was the daughter of Poison Ivy, but in the end, this Hydra thing was a simulation.

However, Andrew had to assume that her ability with toxins and poisons would help. Plus, unlike some people, he didn't thing in a purely logical manner. It wasn't exactly easy for him to turn down an offer, especially if it offered no disadvantages.

Andrew grinned, facing Lilith. "Sure," he said. "Why not?"

Abruptly, the alarm bells dinged throughout the hall, the strong winds blowing into Andrew's face as the simulation doors opened, catching him off-guard. He turned to Lilith.

"Ideas?" he asked loudly over the sound of the roaring winds, giving his partner a chance to suggest some things.





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Tobias nearly dropped his metal spheres when Thaleia spoke up. He turned his head, glancing over his shoulder. Thaleia had to refrain from laughing; Tobias Lehnsherr was looking like a deer in headlights, and the expression wasn't exactly a natural fit for him. "Hi?" the son of Magneto squeaked out.

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

"I...uh...sure. Why not." Tobias managed to crank out a response as Thaleia raised an eyebrow, not particularly impressed. Then again, she couldn't exactly blame him. Practically no one ever approached a Lehnsherr, much less Thaleia Castle, the daughter of the Punisher who was basically 100% antisocial. Two wrongs make a right, the brunette supposed.

"I didn't really plan on a stealth approach," Tobias continued, regaining his composure. "If we set off 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." That would work, Thaleia supposed.

Tobias shrugged, sliding his metal balls - good God, that sounded wrong - 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."

Thaleia scoffed. "No one should have a problem spilling simulated blood," she quipped. "But yes, I could kill ten people in a row without batting an eye, as long as it's justified. I don't slaughter the innocent; it's not worth my time."

A few moments after Thaleia said that sentence, the five minutes were up as an alarm bell dinged throughout the hall. The doors flew open, and Tobias instinctively turned his back towards the wind, blocking himself and Thaleia. The son of Magneto zipped up his jacket and motioned with his hand, allowing Thaleia to go first. She raised an eyebrow, but had no real problem with it as she entered the simulation.

Thaleia trudged through the snow, blocking out the cold. Tobias pointed towards the Hydra building, before looking back at Thaleia. "We could walk, take out a couple on our way...or..."

Tobias hesitated, as if he wasn't sure whether or not to propose his idea. Thaleia gestured for him to continue. She wasn't the most patient person out there. "If you trust me," he started, "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 eyebrows. "But I'll leave that up to you..."

Thaleia shrugged. "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 directed her gaze to the tall tattooed man. "Knock you socks off. Just don't kill me, and this partnership'll work."

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She reached the base, a few units following a pattern just outside and for a split second she just wished she had powers to strip them of their firearms. Astrid timed it and sprang into action, wrapping one up in a sleep hold that she didn’t seize until his body went limp. She carried his body elsewhere since just outside the main door was a little less than inconspicuous. Astrid stared down at the body for some time then grabbed his gun. Liked or not, she needed to prepare for the worse and a more offensive approach.

Sooner or later they may have realized something had happened with their structure. Astrid glanced to the second floor well out of reach even if she leaped with her might. The thing they were most prepared for so it seemed were air units and ground, and since air was inaccessible and she didn’t have several hundreds of gadgets,that left the first floor and the main entry. Astrid gave it a lap and decided on her approach of entry. She threw her shield through the window and ran to the main doors. Many soldiers had swarmed the breach of the other room and from there, she took out the spares, leaving one, then retrieved her shield from the more heavily armed room now. Astrid’s first move was to take their weapons. A few blows she could take, but shots she’d struggle a lot more with. Of course a few got their fingers to the triggers before she disarmed them but no bullets got her that she could tell anyway. The adrenaline might’ve blocked it out and been focused on battle. She flipped the final one taking his legs out from under him as he clutched his head and groaned before falling silent, then the spare ran in and froze like a deer in headlights. “Alert sec-” He went to yell in his intercom but Astrid cut him off, throwing her shield once more. It knocked the wind out of him and Astrid took his mean of communication then punched him out. Astrid glanced to the channel.
“Schalten Sie die Kameras aus. Elektrische störungen.” She paused for a moment with the channel still active. They could always argue towards such a vulnerable action. “Möglich Avenger.” Astrid felt herself cringe at the move that could risk the alarms being triggered. But after a moment she heard a thud and the lights went out, however, there was still the quietest hum of electricity coursing through the building.

“Hmph.” Nobody respected a female's opinion these days and it could very well be their own demise if somebody that did conquer electricity burst through. Even so, she didn't think it would be that easy. Astrid tried to stay in blind spots or nestle to a dark corner until she could find the control room.



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After some time so it seemed, Andrew came to an answer with a grin on his face. "Sure," he said. "Why not?"
She chuckled a little, brows arching up. “Why not,” she echoed in odd amusement. Well that was one way of looking at.

Lilith crossed her arms clutching her sides the moment the blizzard wind hit her. Just her luck.
"Ideas?"
She was surprised Andrew asked, but the reaction barely reached her features through protecting herself from the cold. “I was going to ask you the same.” Lilith managed a tight smile. “Your abilities allow for a more stealthy approach, right? If that's the way you want to do it, I can lead them off your trail.” Try, the little pessimist in her mused. “If that fails I suppose we unleash our inner demons.” Lilith winced at the poor word choice especially given her partner. “Sorry.”

In addition to struggling with the snow, she probably also demonstrated that she wasn't the brains on many team operations. But hopefully Andrew wouldn't mistake her lack of thorough suggestion and lack of tolerance for freezing conditions as dead weight in the simulation. They had some distance before reaching the base to think it through and Lilith was all ears to his own ideas.

She trudged onward holding onto her dulling pride as the seconds ticked on, resisting her aching muscles and frozen limbs to ask for a piggyback or something of the sort. And she was so ridiculously close to breaking.

Lilith laid her palm on a tree, using it as an interval from marching in snow and shelter from enemy's vision, looking to the big base ahead. “So what's the verdict chief? How do you want to do this?” She checked, glancing to Andrew.

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“I was going to ask you the same,” Lilith replied, managing a strained smile. “Your abilities allow for a more stealthy approach, right?" Andrew nodded reflexively. "If that's the way you want to do it, I can lead them off your trail.” Lilith paused for a moment. “If that fails I suppose we unleash our inner demons.” Lilith winced immediately after she said that while Andrew clenched his jaw instinctively. “Sorry.”

Andrew relaxed. "It's fine," he assured his partner. "As long as you didn't mean anything bad by that, we're cool."

The two trudged through the snow. The base is still a decent distance ahead, Andrew thought. We'll be able to finalize our attack plan during that time. Although we better hurry if we want to pass this assignment.

Lilith laid her palm on a tree, using it as an interval from marching in snow and shelter from enemy's vision, looking to the big base ahead. “So what's the verdict chief? How do you want to do this?” She checked, glancing to Andrew. He furrowed a brow.

"If I'm going to be completely honest," Andrew responded, "I've never been one for extravagant attack plans. Or plans in general." He paused for a moment. "Um...I haven't figured out how we're both going to get into the building unnoticed. I can camouflage, but I can't exactly help you camouflage." He turned to face Lilith. "If you have any ideas on how to get you in their, knock your socks off. After that," Andrew continued, "if possible, I guess we could, I don't know, stick to the walls? In attempt to stay unnoticed, of course. You can hold onto my back, if you want. I have superhuman strength, so it's all good."

Andrew thought for a moment. "Then...if we're noticed, we'll pick off the attackers...I'll camouflage, get into the mainframe, steal the envelope, and get back out?" Andrew cocked his head to the side. "Feel free to elaborate, that's all I've got now."




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Tobias gave Thaleia a weak chuckle in response to her rather blunt statement. "I won't," he replied, "as long as you don't draw too much attention to us in the air." The man stepped behind Thaleia, towering over her as his left arm wrapped around her waist. Thaleia had one of her best guns in hand. "Hold onto your bullets."

"If you put my Uzi submachine gun or my HK416 assault rifle in jeopardy, I will not hold back when I kill you," Thaleia threatened. With that, Tobias lifted them high into the air as Thaleia fired from her Uzi SMG. After the brunette picked off the mass majority of guards on the ground, Tobias landed them on the roof of the Hydra headquarters.

Thaleia spotted a few guards - still standing - at different vantage points, guarding the ground around the base. "Don't make any sudden movements," Tobias warned her. The son of Magneto released his grasp on her, leaving Thaleia floating in the air. With her set jaw are steeled eyes, the floating Thaleia could almost look comical.

Thaleia scrutinized Tobias as his right hand hovered over his pocket, her stare almost daring him to mess this up. Of course, Tobias wouldn't actually mess it up. Thaleia didn't have extraordinary amounts of confidence in her partners, but she usually knew the extent of one's skills - for the most part.

What happened next could almost compete with Caitria Allen's speed. Tobias' metal spheres shot out of his pocket as they hit the guards' heads, returning to the tall brunette's hand as the guards hit the ground simultaneously. Without sparing her a glance, Tobias lowered Thaleia onto the rooftop. "Work our way down?" He suggested, motioning his head towards the roof top entrance.

"Yup," Thaleia responded with little emotion. She walked towards the entrance, peering down at it. Then she added, "If we set the alarms off, just go crazy with your powers." She paused for a moment. "Assuming your powers work on simulation." She reloaded the various guns she brought with a decent amount of bullets. "Let's go, Maggy Jr. Hope you aren't too touchy about nicknames."

Thaleia carefully opened the rooftop entrance, making sure to be silent. She turned to Tobias. "Feel free to do your thing."

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"If I'm going to be completely honest, I've never been one for extravagant attack plans. Or plans in general." Lilith tilted her chin up. That was relatively problematic especially when she was trying to be considerate of his morals. "Um...I haven't figured out how we're both going to get into the building unnoticed. I can camouflage, but I can't exactly help you camouflage." Andrew turned to face her. "If you have any ideas on how to get you in their, knock your socks off. After that, if possible, I guess we could, I don't know, stick to the walls? In attempt to stay unnoticed, of course. You can hold onto my back, if you want. I have superhuman strength, so it's all good."

Lilith narrowed her eyes on him, not because he had infuriated her, but in thought then looked back to the daunting base just thinking of all that fire power stored within the walls and ready to shoot if they set off the alarms. "Then...if we're noticed, we'll pick off the attackers...I'll camouflage, get into the mainframe, steal the envelope, and get back out? Feel free to elaborate, that's all I've got now."

Now seemed her cue to pitch back. She finally nodded. “Sounds fine, as long as you got my back?” But that was practically rhetorical because passing and failing depended on getting the envelope and coming out in one piece and Andrew wasn't sadistic.

Lilith glided away from her cover in the tree lines, her arms carefully out by her sides keeping the connection with the roots deep beneath the snow then shot up to the second floor. The alien vine shattered the window and so the whole unnoticed aspect didn't quite work out but she got herself in.
Immediately she released a fume of toxins, bombing the second floor. “You're on envelope duty!” Lilith singed to her partner. “Try to hurry,” she added with more edge to her voice. She had grown impatient with the icy conditions and beauty sleep being cut short. And for an envelope. An envelope! And soon enough the second floor may be swarmed with reinforcements. The conscious and offensive kind.

There was some shouting and discussion of how to deal with the disturbance of her claimed floor. Lilith slowly rose her hands up in ready surrender for when the room cleared. But even before that a red dot was lined up at her chest. Lilith closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

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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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She spared but one in the control room, after cutting off coms. and cameras. Astrid pointed the gun towards his head and while they may have been testy and loyal to their cause they didn’t know Astrid which meant she could have been a trigger friendly woman. “How do I get to the main frame?” She demanded, sick of the rat warren the base proved to be, a new patch of guns and soldiers just waiting for her at every new corner. Astrid squeezed the trigger lightly before he gave up the location of the blue print.

A new wave came then and Astrid stuck up her shield to protect herself from hostile fire. It was too rapid to break defensive position and Astrid flinched at the ricocheting high ones and the fact that they shot their own man remorselessly. Astrid adjusted her aim low and towards the source of enemy fire and pulled the trigger. She heard a few cry out of pains and there were less bullets coming towards her but not enough to lower her shield. "Reloading!" Hydra's priorities weren't to protect their own or get their wounded out of the way but to keep the fight hard and kill the intruder, if not severely harm and capture them. Heavy pressure was on her and she didn't know if an opening would occur without somebody to cover her.
Astrid lowered her shield to her body and fired. One, two, three, four shots as the last bullet of theirs hit her shoulder while they fell back.
She hissed looking to her shoulder and saw her uniform turn red in the area.

She pressed on with the new intelligence, communications off and cameras blind and having more sense of the place now. It made her journey much more breezy though that could have been because she felt like she had taken out more than half their forces already. Even so Astrid still treaded lightly all the way down to the basement where the envelope was kept.

Three guards had gathered around the prized possession. Quickly. Astrid strapped her shield to her back and lay down her weapon quietly.
She kicked off one wall and booted a guard in the back with her momentum. She approached the next without losing a beat, wrapping her arm around his neck and kicking out at the third with both feet. The one as leverage slammed to the ground and Astrid's fist whacked him square in the face to assure he'd stay down.
Astrid jumped back to her feet and incapacitated the other. The third however clutched her bad shoulder digging his thumb into her wound. She screamed out before wrestling him off. He went for his gun but she snatched it away and aimed at him with a cool gaze. Astrid moved for the envelope taking her eyes off him for a mere moment and in that moment he launched another assault trying to wrap wire around her throat from behind. Astrid stamped on his foot and threw her elbow back into his rib cage. He let go and wheezed for air but Astrid finished him off then and there, slamming her shield across his face.

She finally broke the glass and retrieved the envelope. The basement to the first floor was a smooth run due to clearing it out earlier on and for that strategy at least, she was grateful. Astrid dumped her emergency weapon in the snow.

Astrid returned to sub-level 23 a little sore and sorry. Then traveled to the main lounge scanning over the people that had made it back in one piece. Not all of them yet which meant there was still some waiting around to be done and with a possible bullet lodged in her shoulder, it was going to be unpleasant. Astrid frowned lightly as she didn't want anybody else plucking it out, no matter their dexterity or magic.
Her eyes landed on Ross then. “Hey, mirror wizard.” She smiled much too tightly. “Any trusting reflections about so I can sort myself out?” Astrid gestured to her shoulder. Even then she'd probably need tweezers or something but one problem at a time.


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Lilith quickly regained balance, gripping Andrew's wrists and using the wall as support as he came in like someone had opened the gates of hell and shoved her out of the way. “Thank you,” she gasped through a glare, because a millisecond later and it could have been her on the ground. She really had lost her gambling touch or perhaps dear Andrew didn’t have the patience to understand alluring prey.
Or, more likely, that protective trait of his kicked into overdrive.
"I have the envelope," he said, slightly out of breath, "but since we sounded the alarm, we have to kill everybody in this building before we leave."
Lilith studied his face expressions carefully. Her moral compass didn’t argue to kill hostiles but Andrew's might have, if only to contain his seriously problematic alter ego. She nodded and looked past his shoulder. She’d apologize once they made it out of the sim unscathed. “Okay. Just take five if you need it. Seriously, you've done more than enough,” she said looking back to him.

Lilith commenced the killing though at times difficult to summon the green with how cold she was and the frosty conditions outside. Yet she prevailed for the most part, her vines snapping up and binding multiple men at a time and constricting firmly, her thorns piercing through hydra layers and finding arteries. They would sometimes clutch the soldiers just to stop them in their tracks so Andrew had an easier target or Lilith could create some lethal toxin. When that failed she would put her melee to the test, capturing a wrist and pulling reversals assuring they didn't cheat the close combat with guns, though she was fairly confident with nightsticks, knives...fair play melee.
A soldier had managed to get close enough to wrap his hands around her throat and lift her feet off the ground. Lilith instinctively struggled against him trying to push his arms off her but his grip was iron. However, a glance in his blood lusting blue eyes reminded her that he was merely human. She cupped the back of his head and pulled his face in so she could kiss him and few seconds after their lips connected his grip turned limp and he collapsed. Lilith coughed and wiped her lips glaring coldly at the now lifeless body before checking on her partner.
“Andrew? You still standing?” She called and looked around as if expecting him to be close by. She had unfortunately obtained tunnel vision in battle assuring her and her plants won.

For good measure, Lilith induced poison through the ventilation. Then met back up with Andrew hastily. “Let's get out of here.”


The first thing she felt being back in the academy again was physical warmth. Not relief. Warmth. But before she got too cozy and comfy in the lounge, or even headed there, she gently grabbed Andrew’s forearm for his attention then just as quickly released her hold. “I''m sorry. I know your initial strategy was a stealth approach but I didn't want to be some damsel that couldn't even find her way into the base. I also realize my method was worse for that whole damsel factor,” she pointed out, “but my intentions were never to make you uncomfortable. So sorry to put you through that. I’ll try stay out of your hair in team activities.” She twitched up half a smile. Lilith wasn't going to pretend to know what it was like having this other whole other rogue dark thing lurk inside him beyond unpleasant. She did know however that violence and fights were a possible trigger and she still put him through that.

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Lilith scrutunized Andrew's face, before nodding in response to his statement and looking past his shoulder. "Okay," she said. Just take five if you need it. Seriously, you've done more than enough."

Andrew was hesitant to agree to Lilith's proposal - not because he thought Lilith's skills with insufficient, but because he didn't just want to be sitting around on an assignment. Eventually, though, he nodded briskly.

After fidgeting for a minute, Andrew decided to go back into the game - after all, it would definitely speed things up if he pitched in.

As Andrew fought off a few measly soldiers while struggling to contain his beast form, he thought back to when he had saved Lilith. Now that he was thinking about it, she probably could've saved herself. After all, she was Poison Ivy's daughter. It wasn't wise to underestimate her.

Of course, Andrew being Andrew, it was impossible for him to think up any logical answer when he was in the zone. His protective and emotionally-driven personality prevented that.

"Andrew?" the brunette man turned his head at the call. "You still standing?" Andrew could tell that Lilith was close by and headed in the direction of her voice.

"Yeah, still here!" he responded. The two met up quickly.

"Let's get out of here," Lilith said. Andrew nodded in agreement as the two headed back to the academy.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief as he headed out the simulation doors. "Yes," he breathed. Being the son of Toxin, Andrew had a high heat resistance, but the other side of the spectrum wasn't on par with that.

Before Andrew could head over to the lounge, Lilith grabbed his arm, catching his attention. "I'm sorry," she said immediately. "I know your initial strategy was a stealth approach but I didn't want to be some damsel that couldn't even find her way into the base. I also realize my method was worse for that whole damsel factor, but my intentions were never to make you uncomfortable. So sorry to put you through that. I’ll try stay out of your hair in team activities." She curved her lips up into a half-smile.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Andrew rushed to reassure the blonde. "I've never been one for strict plans anyway; a lot of factors can change out there in the field, so I prefer to think on my feet. You didn't make me uncomfortable, and I have nothing against your approach to the situation - after all, we still passed, didn't we?" Andrew beamed. "I'm just the type of person who'd act impulsively, so sorry if I messed up your plans in turn. But if you want, I'd really have no problem partnering up with you again!"

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Tobias nodded towards Thaleia rather civilly as the two started hopping their way around the dead bodies on the ground, heading towards the lift. Both brunettes stayed silent on the way up, making no move to acknowledge each other's presence. Although Thaleia was sure she could've succeeded in the assignment by herself, there was no harm in teaming up with someone as powerful as Tobias Lehnsherr.

When they approached the simulation doors once again, Tobias stood aside and let Thaleia go first. What a gentleman, Thaleia thought sarcastically, although there was a hint of truth to it. The petite brunette nearly gave Mycroft the finger on reflex as he ordered the two to go to the lounge, but restrained herself at the last moment. She caught sight of Tobias rolling his eyes at Mycroft - justifiable, considering that the older man took away the younger's Magneto helmet.

(Thaleia's father would call that a serious offense in the anti-hero world - or any world, to be honest.)

Thaleia's gaze drifted around the lounge, before landing on the oh-so-pampered Wren Wilson. Jack Murdock was losing his cool - at least in Thaleia's eyes.

"...the fuck?" Thaleia muttered relatively quietly, although she made no move to be discreet. "Wilson could grow a second arm if she wanted to, for fuck's sake." Thaleia rolled her eyes, muttering a few obscenities and how ridiculous the situation was.

Thaleia retreated to her own little corner of the room, checking her ammunition as she flipped her gun in the air nonchalantly. As she did so, she let her blue-green eyes wander around the room once again. Well, look at that. Apparently, everybody was a morning bird and was having fun chatting with their friends or something stupid like that.

I'm not jealous, Thaleia told herself bitterly. No matter what anybody wanted to say about it, Thaleia was the true loner of Descendant Academy. Some could argue that Tobias was in the same position as her, but that really wasn't the case. Everybody avoided Thaleia because in all honesty, she was an unfriendly ice queen. Mr. Son of Magneto, on the other hand, was merely antisocial because his daddy was a villain and everybody thought he was just another one of his father. But really, most people were accepting of him. Or some shit like that.

(Maybe, the devil on Thaleia's shoulder taunted, everybody likes him 'cause he's actually nice!)

As she thought that, Thaleia noticed Petra approaching Tobias out of the corner of her eye. Fair point.

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"Yeh, just hold on." Astrid nodded and watched him consult his bag. Her eyes washed over the tail end scene around Wren and smiled slightly. Not because it was good to see her in pain or anything but the whole crowding aspect in general.

Pretty quickly Ross returned and her attention shifted back on him. "I got somethin' better," he said.
“Wha - Ross!”
She growled at him being unguaraded for the tiny burst of pain. Quicker than a band aid it was out and attached to the magnet and equally as quick she collected herself once again. “Thank you. I meant thank you.” It didn’t matter if she disapproved and wanted to do it herself, she still had manners and courtesy for a more impulsive helpful friend. Lesson learned not to ask though.

She rolled out her shoulder testing its mobility and pain tolerance. "Sorry. But yeh would only do more damage doin' it yerself," he justified then gave her the bullet.
“I could have been the judge of that,” she commented.
"I suggest getting that stitched up with some ointment... Er rub some dirt in it like you tough people do."
She rose both her brows towards him before she grew an inevitable grin, even when she didn’t want to be smiling at him after the stunt he pulled. “Thank you for your wisdom, doctor. Now if anything happens to me you’ll be accountable,” she teased. “Not only for your advice but your involvement,” she said, a little more 'pay heed to my warning' undertone in her voice and words.

She nodded once again to him and found her own space figuring others wanted their bed and were in too sour head space to be sociable. That or just too exhausted or angry at getting shot at around 3 in the morning.

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She rose her brows gently and blinked relatively stunned at the response she was receiving from Andrew. He wasn’t going to snap at her or even admit it was a faulty move that jeopardize bringing his nasty alter ego out? It took longer than usual for her to actually wrap her head around him claiming it was okay and appearing to mean it. Add the additional fact that he was the sweetest guy that had a monster lurking in him... “Now I feel worse,” she said in a mutter. “Surely you're not this forgiving to everyone?” she asked, evidently more hopeful than inquiring. The reality was not everyone was deserving of it. Lilith wasn't even at times. In this case she was genuinely sorry and concerned about what Andrew may have had to repress back in there, but even she could see the manipulative and cunning villain she could be sometimes that would stomp all over his generosity. As it was however, she felt somewhat in debt to him for saving her backside so she wouldn't be betraying him any day soon.
“I can comfortably say you ruined no plan of mine,” she assured.

Lilith smiled and waved him on to what had transformed to the waiting room as others finished off their simulations and awaited instructions from Mycroft and Phil. Lilith crossed her arms to keep the heat in her body and made a mental note to never underestimate the beauty and joy of warmth again and next time anyone announced come prepared for battle, to rug up. And if it was somewhere hot she could lose layers.

“Lil, you alright?”
The sister of the academy called gently.
Lilith turned to her and offered a reassuring smile. “Just defrosting. I'm unscathed.” She nodded towards Andrew as Lilith stood by Astrid. “He had my back, and I like to think I had his.” Lilith laughed lightly. “What about you?” Her eyes scanned over her and rested on the small entry wound.
Astrid dismissed it with a flourish of her hand. “It's fine. The sim was a little...challenging but I got through it evidently.”
Lilith pursed her lips and nodded. She definitely wouldn't be able to do solo in that fortress of hostiles with arms and that freezing environment. Above all, Astrid wasn't even a meta. “You should be proud you pulled up in one piece.”
Astrid winced but replied with a short, “thanks.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Caitria turned towards Wren, who had scooted over to the blonde's side. "So... How long did it take you this time?" the redhead drawled. "20... Maybe 30 seconds?" A playful smirk landed on Wren's lips. "You're getting slowwww..."

Caitria laughed at her friend's antics, shooting the redhead a sly look. Many in the academy found Wren Wilson annoying and difficult to befriend, but she and Caitria had hit it off before the blonde could grow impatient with the other woman. As it turns out, the two of them had a lot of similarities. Although Caitria wasn't as cocky, sarcastic, or talkative as Wren, both of them paid no heed to the status quo. Wren was actually a surprisingly decent friend.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Caitria retorted good-naturedly, "I'm still keeping it to under 0.1 seconds." Caitria grinned. "I'll have to watch my back though. Can't have Ulrich catching up to me."

Caitria hated to sound like an arrogant snob, but she thought her position as fastest in the academy was pretty safe. Okay, so maybe she wasn't as fast as her dad yet, but she was getting there. Her top speed was 127,489 miles per second - not quite the speed of light yet, but that was already pushing her current limit. Most of the other speedsters at the academy could just exceed the sound barrier at most.

Before the two could talk any more than they already have, Mycroft stepped in, along with the other mentors. They explained the gala the academy would be holding extensively. Caitria frowned slightly. She wasn't the biggest fan of galas or balls, but she wasn't as averse to them as Wren or some of the others were.

After the mentors finished their speech, Caitria headed back up to her room. She didn't sleep as much as most of the other descendants, but she had been working on an important chemical solution in her lab when she was interrupted. The solution would eventually allow Caitria to create an updated Flash suit based off of previous designs by Francisco "Cisco" Ramon, one of Barry Allen's closest friends. Sure, her current Flash suit was nice, but there was always room for improvement.

Caitria dashed into her lab, checking on her solution, which was still in prime condition. "Good," she muttered to herself. "Everything has been going smoothly." Caitria placed the solution down before quickly scanning her notes.

The blonde speedster zipped to a corner of her lab, attempting to find one of her other solutions she had placed in a secure container. "Ah, here it is." Caitria turned around, content, before almost knocking over a few of her beakers. She gaped at her lab wall.

"What...the hell...is that?" Caitria stared incredulously at the Hydra symbol that had absolutely no place in her lab. "No one in the academy could've done that...I would've caught them infiltrating my lab." The blonde frowned, furrowing a brow at the emblem. It was merely a slip of paper with the Hydra symbol on it - nothing else. Of course, posting that on the wall of Caitria's (sacred) lab was offensive enough.

"Idiots," Caitria muttered, ripping the paper off and setting it in her paper bin. Caitria rarely ever threw anything away - she tried to make use of everything. Even a rubber band could become one of the most powerful electrokinetic weapons in the world.

Caitria knew she should've thought more of the symbol - after all, literally no one besides herself could even access her lab (save for maybe JARVIS and all those top dogs). However, her solution held higher priority - Caitria couldn't wait for it to settle down and lose her opportunity.

"Alright, let's get to work," Caitria slid on a pair of gloves and goggles, carefully lifting the beaker with her prepared solution over the beaker with the transparent purplish-gray mixture.
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"Surely you're not this forgiving to everyone?" Lilith asked - even Andrew could easily pick up the hopeful tone in her voice.

"Not everyone," Andrew attempted to reassure the blonde. "I mean, someone would have to be the best of the best for me to forgive then after they seriously backstab me or something. I'll admit, I can get attached, but I uh, kinda take betrayal really seriously." Andrew beamed at Lilith. "If it's not intentional, then I probably won't hold a grudge."

Andrew nodded along with what Lilith was saying, relieved when she mentioned that he hadn't ruined any sort of plan she had in mind. The two exchanged parting smiles as Andrew headed over to the lobby while Lilith went to speak with Astrid.

Andrew's gaze roamed around the room - there were multiple clusters of people speaking to each other avidly, even though most would be asleep at the hour. Andrew, unlike some of his peers, actually slept like a normal human, despite not being a normal human himself. However, the simulation had fully awakened him - there would be no going back to bed at this rate.

Andrew made a decision, heading towards Ulrich Zod. To be honest, there were other people in the academy who were closer to Andrew than Ulrich was, but at the moment, Andrew didn't have any problem with the slightly older man. The two could be somewhat similar in certain areas of their personalities - Andrew could appreciate that.

"Hey Ulrich," Andrew approached the man amiably, who was off in his own world. "Let me guess, you went solo?" Andrew grinned in his usual easygoing demeanor. "What do you think's up with this envelope?"

Apparently, Andrew's question was about to be answered. Mycroft cleared his throat loudly, about to speak to the students before Alfred spoke instead, congratulating the descendants for all passing the simulation. And with that, Mycroft and the others explained the envelope and the upcoming events for the descendants.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Wren Wilson shouted indignantly as the group opened the manila envelopes. "We went through all of that...for a fucking ball!?" Although Andrew didn't have as much of a problem with a gala as Wren clearly did, he had to agree with the redhead's opinion on this one.

Eventually, after the mentors finished explaining the upcoming gala, Andrew turned to Ulrich. "Going through that entire simulation was a bit much just for a gala, don't you think?"
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As always, Thaleia was near-invisible; no one approached her. In all honesty, the brunette was fine with that. She fiddled with her guns, frowning when she noticed a flaw on one of her bullets.

"Fucking unacceptable," Thaleia muttered to herself, peering at the bullet. She was examining the gun barrel when Mycroft made an annoying loud show of clearing his throat. Thaleia rolled her eyes at the action, but lifted her head to give her attention to the mentors nonetheless.

When the envelope turned out to just be for a fucking pathetic gala, Thaleia Castle narrowed her eyes and shamelessly admitted to herself that she and Wren Wilson were definitely on the same page on this one. A simulation? For a fucking ball? Thaleia absolutely despised social events; she wasn't the conventional definition of charming. Besides, the rather...amoral and anti-heroic methods she and her father used to achieve their goals weren't exactly popular.

When the mentors finally finished up their fucking speech, Thaleia spun around an headed directly to the elevator. She jammed her finger on the button to her floor, practically glaring at the inside of the elevator as the doors closed and the lift started moving.

Thaleia nearly flew out of the elevator, placing her gun back to where she had taken it. Even if she did go to the gala (did she even have a choice?), Thaleia would probably show up in her normal combat attire anyway.

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If she was blessed with medusa’s power, the academy’s beloved mentors would have turned to stone and it looked like most of her acquaintances shared her frustration. With the same glare in-tact, her eyes flickered to her partner who held the precious invitation and she shook her head. So they stuck their necks out to impress a bunch of stuck up government officials for another day. Not that she minded dressing up and getting a bit classy but the extents of getting the invitation was insane.

Nonetheless she sighed and brought her hands together in a firm clasp as if that's where she stored all her composure. She walked in step with Astrid heading to her penthouse in a preoccupied silence.
“I’m thinking of training some extra hours since I’m well awake now. Any tricks, tips, technique advice?” Lilith pried innocently and released a subtle pheromone to persuade Astrid to be compliant and nurturing.
“Use agility. If your opponent can’t hit you they can’t defeat you,” Astrid replied keeping her gaze locked ahead. She closed her eyes and tilted her head like she had a strain in her neck. “But I'd also say stick to fortifying your other strengths as well and...Lilith!” She snapped.
Lilith merely giggled and rose her hands in surrender. “You can't blame me for trying to get the help I need.”

Lilith opened the door to her penthouse and quickly spun on her heel to Astrid guarding the contents of her little home. “Well looks like I'll be having a shower and training all alone then.” Lilith grinned wickedly then looked Astrid over. “You okay?”
“Just…still not okay with killing. I know it was just a sim but it represents reality. Every texture, blood, facial features, wounds, were real.”
Lilith leaned against the doorway. She put her hand on her chest, playing smug and innocent. “Personally I wouldn't want to keep around a worthless bunch of soldiers that couldn't keep two, admittedly, extraordinary people out anyway. They had an army and guns at their disposal and they still lost. Why would they invest in memory recollection techniques to people that aren't worthy? I'm sure some big bad mass operation like that can afford another line up of corrupt soldiers without breaking a nail. They just respawn like robots.”
Astrid leaned forward. “It’s not some big mass evil op. it’s hydra. And they should not be an underestimated threat. No enemy should and you should know that because that means the victim walks right into disadvantage.” Her finger tips hit the wall passionately. “They surely know about the metas and supers that want to fight against them. They might not have exact numbers or statistics but I can guarantee they know something about us and they'll put in measure to defeat us. Which includes finding hazy memories from their comrades then disposing of them.”
Lilith's smile faltered a little through Astrid's avid lecture but she smirked in place towards the end.“I skipped mastermind school with the Riddler. Came here instead.” Lilith tapped her head, clicked and pointed to Astrid with a wink. “Noted. I'll see you soon.”

Lilith finally closed the door in departure and stared at the hydra symbol that seemed to stare right back at her. “Assholes,” she muttered.

It burned into her otherwise productive time trying to clean the damn thing off and when the last trace of paint was gone, she sighed out and wiped her brow. Part of her thought that was a day's wrap and she deserved a reunion with her bed but being weak was a reputation she couldn't live with.

Lilith jumped into the shower then got changed into some active wear, tied her hair in a ponytail and made her way back down to the training rooms. The mundane ones. No simulations with x-factor weather and guns just yet.



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Astrid wasn't the only one disappointed by the content in the envelope but there were far worse things and people didn't need to rattle off like they did. The way most of her peers carried on was unnecessary and flashed their inability to control their emotions like spoiled children and honestly it made her rather embarrassed to stand with them.

Alfred, Phil and Mycroft broke into further explanation. "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," Alfred had said and Astrid inclined her head defiantly. Never again.

Once more than few members started dispersing Astrid dropped her shoulders and waved her company onto the march back to their penthouses.

Lilith stated she'd train more and asked for advice which Astrid gave willingly. She was a slim girl closer to speed and agility than brute force so she could capitalize there. But maybe she was being too short with Lilith. Astrid tipped her to keep using and strengthen her abilities as well since they were one of a kind but Astrid wanted to give more. She wanted to physically be there and oversee her training and help her to the best of her ability. But before that she was intent on walking Lilith to her penthouse then heading for her own for a power nap and review. “Lilith!”

After a few more words with Lilith, Astrid headed for her penthouse.

Guns didn't kill people alone. They needed a person to take aim and pull the trigger to kill. She put her shield away and ran her hands through her hair. She was going to have to commit to a way of battle rather than be indecisive or whatever suited her in the moment.

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Boom! Frankie's bathroom door came crashing down before her, causing her to scream as she jumped slightly. Then Nathaniel came crashing in behind it, stepping over the door. He made his way over to her, kneeling down on the ground.

"Are you okay, Francita?" He took her hands while looking over her like she might have been injured.

"Yeah... I..." Frankie's gaze fell down to their hands. Her cheeks flushing slightly. She couldn't believe she made a scene. Even though it was only in front of Nathaniel. "I just... saw a spider." Her brows furrowed as her gaze drifted off into the distance. Stupid. Spiderman Jr., scared of spiders!? She shook her head, laughing weakly.

"I'm going to get you a water."

"Oh... ok..." her voiced trailed after him when he walked away back into her penthouse. When he returned, he handed her a water bottle. Frankie opened it and took a drink as Nathaniel picked up her bathroom door and leaned it against the wall. She chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his head and smiled towards her.

He then came back over to her, kneeling down in front of her. Frankie went a little cross eyed when Nathaniel put the back of his hand on her forehead, checking for a fever. "Do you want me to carry you to your bed?"

Frankie laughed softly, reaching her hand up to gently grab his hand and move it from her forehead. "I'm fine... I think my fatigue is just catching up with me." She smiled as convincing as she could manage.

After taking another drink from her water, she stood up. With Nathaniel's hand still in hers, she helped him to his feet. "Do you want something to eat? Or drink?... Maybe coffee?" Frankie gently released his hand before walking past him. She carefully moved around the propped up door. As she made her way to the kitchen, she muttered under her breath to herself, "Or perhaps something stronger..."

Frankie chugged the rest of the water as she snaked her way around the island in the middle of her kitchen. She touched her hand to the side of the coffee pot, feeling that it had gone cold. She poured out the old coffee and started a new brew. As it began to warm up, she rested her hands on the counter taking a deep breath. The Hydra symbol was burned in her mind as she stood there. With a sigh, she rubbed her eyes, then opened the cabinet over head. She tip toed, trying to reach the mugs on the top shelf. Frankie looked over her shoulder towards her quiet company. "Hey Nate, do you mind?" She pointed at the cups on the top shelf.



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"Yo, Ross. Where the devil's the Devil, huh? Don't tell me you got kicked out."

Ross must have dozed off in the hall, because when Riley arrived he snorted loudly, lifting his head up from the wall. He wiped the drool stream from his chin, then rubbed his eyes as Riley sat down across from him. "I don' get kicked out of places... I am the party." He gave his best smirk although it was quickly erased by a yawn.

"Y'know the party's inside, guys," Jack said when he opened the door to his room.

"Correction," Ross held up his index finger, then yawned. "The party is where ever I am." He then slowly, very slowly, moved to his feet and stretched. He trudged his way into the penthouse behind Riley, cracking his neck as he moved.

"Next time just come in. I was showering so that's why I didn't hear y'all. I really don't care if you see me in a towel. Or butt-naked. Whatever. This academy is basically college part two..."

"My bad, horns... Eh was raised with manners."

"Make yourselves at home. Mi casa es su casa, amigos."

Riley made his way over to the couch, so Ross instead lagged behind Jack. He took a seat on one of the bar stools. He rested his elbow on the counter, chin in his palm. It seemed like his stomach just grew more angry as the smells grew throughout the penthouse. He fought hard, lifting his eyes in slow heavy blinks as he tried to keep from dozing off.

"I think I passed out for a few minutes." Ross' head nearly fell and hit the counter, waking up slightly at Riley's words. "Murdock. I might actually eat you and then fall asleep on your couch again if you don't feed me soon."

"Cheers to that," Ross said as he slammed his forehead down on his arm.

"So how about that wonderful surprise at the end of simulations? Mycroft really knows the right times to make announcements, doesn't he?"

Ross groaned, but Riley spoke up before he could complain. No one really wanted to hear that anyway. "That vulture could have given us a heads up, I don't have anyone to go with! Although I already have a suit, there's one department I'm not worried about." Ross ran a hand back through his hair, rustling it with a yawn smiling in response to Riley's grin. "How about you guys, do you have your shit ready?"

Ross turned slightly so that he was half facing Jack and the other half towards Riley. "Eh mate, I'm going stag." He looked down at his hand as he picked at his nails. It was his own dumb fault for suggesting she go with Tobias instead of just asking her like any other guy would do. As much as it was dumb, he didn't regret his decision to suggest it. He isn't that selfish. "You could go with meh? We'd be the sexiest couple there... I mean look at meh." He motioned to his face where he gave a tired attempt at a seductive grin.

His invitation wasn't by any means to try and put his secret out in the open. But they were friends and friends go together all the time. Unless he had ideas about someone to ask, and Ross was stuck completely solo. "Jack could round it up to 'n uneven three... 'da sexy amigos'." He scratched his scruffy jawline, giving Jack a sideways glance that was a bit suggestive. "But I think pretteh boy over here has someone else in mind."

After a moment, Ross realized he didn't actually answer Riley's question. "Oy... I do have a suit. I always come prepared for all sorts of occasions. You'd be surprised what is in meh closet."

Now, a little bit more away, Ross' gaze drifted around the penthouse realizing they were seriously under numbered. He reached in his pocket, pulling out his phone and sent a text to everyone that was at the simulation bullshit.

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Wren pressed the button for the elevator nearly at the same time it slid open in front of her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she saw Alec before her, leaning in the entrance, blocking her way in. "Oh my, sugar. How is it you just keep looking sweeter and sweeter than cherry pie each time I come back?"

"So, that's why your eyes are brown... Because you're full of shit," Wren deadpanned with her arms crossed.

Alec extended his arms out towards her like he wanted a hug. "How has my favorite gunslinger been?"

Wren rolled her eyes, ducking under his arms, bumping him out of the way with her hip. She pressed the button for Jack's floor, but before the doors closed she saw Jensen walking towards them both.

"Hey, you guys. What'd I miss?"

"Fuck you both," Wren said, pointing at them accusingly as the doors closed and the elevator started to ascend. "Dickhead makes us do a fucking simulation at like... 3 a.m. A giant ass Hydra base. And because both of you dildos weren't there, I worked with the Catholic Saint." Not that she minded working with Jack or whatever else. Wren always had a flare for the dramatics where her friends were concerned... And in a nutshell, she was just pissed that she had to go through it and they didn't.

"So, of course... All these fucking sims were after us when we got to this damned envelope that 'couldn't be destroyed or read or breathed on funny,'" she made air quotes with her fingers. "Then there was a grenade and a fuck ton of glass... shit in me." Wren untied her cardigan showing her almost entirely healed torso where only feint slashes all over her pale skin could be seen where the glass once was. "Then horns has like a fucking panic attack thinking I'm dying... Which is just dumb..."

Now she was rambling. Angry rambling. Wren does that... A lot. Jensen and Alec, of course, were more than used to her mouth... And temper... And everything else. "All of that for a fucking invitation to a mother fucking gala! A gala, where we have to prove to the government assholes that we don't need a leash!"

The elevator came to a stop at Jack's floor. Wren walked out once the doors were open, honestly not sure if thing 1 and 2 were following... But she knew they would. "And you asshats!" She stopped midway down the hall, turning to face them. "You all get a pass because mommy and daddy needed help... Fucking bullshit." Now that all of that bull was off her chest, Wren felt better. "So, fuck you both," she said once again, pointing at them both.

With that, Wren turned towards Jack's door. She didn't even attempt to knock and instead just walked on in. Her brows furrowed only seeing Jack and his two half asleep friends. "I brought the parasites," Wren said, motioning her thumb over her shoulder towards Alec and Jensen. She then beelined for the kitchen, or more importantly, Jack.

"What's so important you couldn't just ask me over text?" Wren asked as she walked up behind Jack. She leaned over his shoulder, looking at the food he was cooking, taking in a deep breath. "What's that over there?" She pointed to Jack's right, distracting him as she stole a piece of bacon from the pan. She smirked towards him when he looked back at her.

Wren held the bacon between her teeth as she hopped up onto the counter beside the stove. She took a bite of the chewy meat, before looking back over at him. "I'm nearly healed, horns," she said as she opened her cardigan so he could see that all the glass wounds were practically gone. As for modesty... Well Wren had none. She had a sports bra on, it's not like she was waving the girls around. Who cares. "So, if that was your question... You can get your panties out of a bunch." She yanked off another bite. "I'm fine." Wren smirked, then held the piece of bacon out towards him, offering Jack a bite.

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They said believing success will create success and there Lilith was, visualizing the bag swinging on impact with her hits, but never physically saw the solid thing move a fraction. She tried to persevere, be persistent, be good as her knuckles kept pounding into the bag. Yet, Lilith was consistently repaid with nothing. Not like Ulrich who could flick it, and it would fly across the room. Not like Nathaniel that would send it and the stand, reeling. Not like Astrid and Phoebe that packed a whole lot of power behind their arms.

In the end, a malicious large thorn shot out and punctured and repelled the bag off its stand. Lilith stood there for a while, chest heaving from her exertion, staring at the bag that she finally bested. Lilith took a self-conscious look around, but the room remained silent and still as ever. She inhaled a deep breath and tucked back a stray strand of her blonde hair that had fallen over her face, then approached the bag. On one hand it did remind her of what she was good at. On the other, it wasn't her aim and defeated the purpose of training a weakness.

She sighed out replacing it on the hook knowing inside it couldn't count as a victory. Halfheartedly, she began to throw her punches again. Lilith could handle the common riff raff and a few thugs in melee, but she fell utterly short on the combat scale next to her peers. And who knew, maybe one day they would turn against her to appease the billionaire.

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It suffices to say, that Wren wasn't expecting Jack to take what she said so literally. Well, that's what she gets for putting her foot in her big ass mouth. Whatever. Maybe there was some truth in her words. She wasn't the type of person a 'better' hero should be going with. Hell, she's probably one of the people on Thaddeus Ross' list of supes to keep an eye on.

"Maybe I shouldn't go?" Wren muttered to herself as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her torso.

"Ms. Wilson, may I remind you that the mentors expect everyone's presence tonight," J.A.R.V.I.S. interjected in his usual creepy computer way.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Wren took a second towel, ruffling as much water out of her hair as possible. She wrapped the towel around her head, and began to brush her teeth. With a mouth full of tooth paste, she continued to complain to herself, trying to figure out a way to get of this damn gala. It's safe to say, she came to no such conclusion.

She spit into the sink with a disgusted groan. "Fuck."

Wren walked back to her bedroom, snatching up her cell phone from her bed. She stood there, staring at the blank screen way longer than what would have been necessary. It was in that moment that Wren truly realized how small her circle of friends was. She raised her free hand to pinch the bridge of her nose as she took a deep breath, laughing weakly.

After composing herself, she swiped through her contacts.

Compose text message to : Speedy Gonzales
"You've just been promoted to my date. The color is red if we wanna be total lesbos and dress to match. Be there in 30."

Wren chucked her phone on her bed, before heading back to her bathroom. Being as low maintenance as Wren was, she didn't feel the need to do anything extravagant with her hair and makeup. Plus, it's not like she knew how to do anything fancy anyways. It wasn't like she was going to this Gala to find a husband or something. The mentors were lucky that she was trying to make a decent enough impression. That was enough.

With her hair in some semblance of an updo, Wren made her way to her closet. She made sure she had an evening gown in case the occasion was called for... Or, she felt like the need to be way over the top for no apparent reason. "I guess I should dress like a somewhat sophisticated female," Wren groaned, pulling the dress off the hanger. It took her twice as long as it did to do her hair, just to get into the damned dress. The worst part of it was the giraffe shoes. She'd be lucky if she didn't fall at least once throughout the evening.

She was about to head out of her penthouse, but stopped mid step. Wren felt... naked. She hurried back over to her weapons closet. It took her awhile to find the sleek silhouette thigh gun holster. She never had a need for concealed carry. Everyone knew Wren was more of a loud and proud, wave my guns in your face, type. But, this would do.

Wren velcroed the holster around her upper thigh. As she grabbed the small pistol and started holstering it, J.A.R.V.I.S. chimed in, "Apologies Ms. Wilson, but the mentors have instructed a strict 'no weapons' policy for the entirety of the Gala."

Wren groaned, slamming the gun on the table in front of her, then ripped the holster off. "We can't just trust everyone who walks through the doors to not try something, J.A.R.V.I.S. We're going to have every U.N. official, Thaddeus Ross, and a majority of superhuman forces in the same building at once. That's a fucking jackpot."

"I believe the mentors see all the academy members as weapons in themselves. They have the utmost confidence in all the students' abilities to defend the academy and everyone in it."

Wren snorted, pivoting on her heels and walking towards her door. "No they don't, J.A.R.V.I.S. They don't trust us." With that, she exited her apartment, slamming the door behind her.

She made her way down towards the elevator. It took Wren a couple strides to get the hand of the long hem, and large slit in her dress. She occasionally got her heel clipped on the train of her gown. She sighed as she pressed the button for the elevator, adjusting the skirt. "Get your shit together, Wren. It's just a fucking dress."

Wren took the elevator to Caitria's floor, seeming to finally have a handle of her gown as she walked down the hallway. She gave a knock on the door, before calling out to her friend. "Your knight in plush velvet gown is here. Ready to break hearts and be bored out of our minds?"




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"I was officially uninvited... Mycroft made that pretty clear," Tobias said into his phone as he stood in front of a floor to ceiling window that looked out over the bay. His left arm was stretched over his head, forearm pressed against the cool glass.

"Tobias," Mystique said on the other end of the call. "That's discrimination. They can't exclude you because of your father.

"Mom, they already have. They do it all the time. Sometimes I just want to be the monster they see... It'd be easier that way."

"You can't think that way... Toby, you have a kind heart. I just wish other people could see that."

Tobias looked down, scratching at his bare abdomen with a sigh. He softly tapped his foot on the ground, but didn't know what to say in response. He knew Mystique was trying to make him feel better, but days like that day... It was harder to believe that he was so different from his father.

"Tobias?"

"...I'm here."

Mystique sighed. "Honey, I think you should go with Petra, like she offered. If you were like your father, you wouldn't be so upset about not being invited. Go to the Gala, and show everyone... Including that dumbass Mycroft why you are part of the academy. Show them your—"

Mystique was cut off. Shuffling and mumbling could be heard on the other side of the line. "Mystique?... Mom?"

"Mom? She didn't bear you."

Tobias instantly felt a pit grow in his stomach. A clammy sensation began to cover his palms as he clenched his fists. "Oh, it's you."

"Now, is that anyway to greet your father?" Tobias didn't reply. "Well, if you ask my opinion... I agree with Mystique."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go to this gala... Show them that you are this golden boy. Nothing like your wretched father."

Tobais' brows furrowed, nostrils flared. What in the hell was he talking about? There was always an ulterior motive with Magneto. But it was just a mask. A facade, that he was using to guilt trip Tobias, or use reverse psychology on him.

"That is what you want after all..." Then, as if flipping a switch Erik's voice changed back to the monster Tobias was all too familiar with. "Tobias, you are not in line to be in the Avengers, X-men or Justice League. They don't want you. No one does... No one, but me. The Brotherhood is your home. And you will be part of this family, and perform your role spectacularly. Or, so help me."

Tobias pushed off the window, and began pacing around his room. "You will listen to me son, and listen well. I'm tired of hearing you complain to Mystique with your struggles like your some teenager in High School. You will do what you were sent there to do and that is that. Cross me and I'll send you Raven's head in a box. Do you hear me boy?"

His hands were shaking. The rattling of metal around him rang in his ears. He clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply. "Tobias Lehn—"

"I got it!" Tobias hissed.

"Oh you do? Prove it." Tobias' heart skipped a beat. No, not this. Anything but this. "I want you to kill Thaddeus Ross. You have until midnight, or you'll never hear from Mystique again."

Click. The line went dead. Tobias closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them, his phone was in pieces in his palm. He turned to face his apartment, sighing when everything was in disarray. He brought his hand up to rub his temples. Magneto made Tobias' blood boil. He knew exactly how to manipulate him to do whatever he wanted. He refused to kill Thaddeus. Doing something like that would ruin everything the academy has worked so hard for. But if he didn't... He'd kill Mystique.

Tobias wanted nothing more to be able to talk to someone... Maybe, Petra. But at the academy the walls have ears, or J.A.R.V.I.S. He'd be lucky if the computer didn't hack and record his phone call. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, worse than he had been since he arrived at the academy. He slammed his hand into the wall, letting his gaze fall the small table in front of him. Sitting perfectly center, untouched by his temper infused wage, was a corsage.

He stared at it for a long moment. "Fuck it." Tobias stormed off towards his room, changing into the tuxedo he had laid out. He checked his appearance in the mirror, scooped up the corsage and headed out the door. He checked his watch as he took the stairs down a few flights until he reached Petra's floor. What in the hell was he doing? It was like that day, he was destined to piss every single person off... Aside from Petra. He'd figure the rest out later.

When he reached her door, he gave it a gentle knock. Then waited patiently. Once the door opened, Tobias held out the corsage, giving a slight smile. "I uh... Didn't know what color you'd wear, so I figured white would work." He held out his free hand for a moment, before slowly taking her right hand. He took the Calla Lily corsage out of the box and placed it on her wrist. "I also have a weird question... Can I borrow your phone?"

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Frankie had been dressed and ready to go for awhile. Unlike some of the other students at the academy, she had been trying to strategize how to make the best impression on Thaddeus Ross. This was an important evening. It could set their future for the rest of their lives. Although she understands the need for control, it wouldn't work. Heroes... Vigilantes... They have to work above the law. It's a flawed system but any other way wouldn't work.

Look at the police, FBI, CIA... They all work under laws and rules, and they can't do everything that needs to be done. That's where we come in. We handle what can't be handle by anyone else. But, the second we're on a leash, out power goes away. Of course, Frankie couldn't say that to them. It'd make her look reckless and against the law.

It's a fine line to walk. In the end, Frankie decided she should just... Be herself. Just show that she is a good person, and hope that is enough. What else could she do? One wrong word or opinion and that could tie the noose.

"Ms. Parker?" The computer's voice snapped her out of her own thoughts.

"Yes, J.A.R.V.I.S.?"

"The mentors have requested that you be present when our guests arrive."

Frankie's brows furrowed, and the nerves finally hit their full level. "Wait... What? I thought they wanted us to arrive afterwards... And—" She could hear the anxiousness in her voice.

"I believe they think it'd be beneficial to have someone like you there to great them."

"A hero descendant..." she mumbled softly under her breath.

"Not necessarily. I believe it is because you make a good first impression."

"When will they be arriving?"

"Within the next 10 minutes."

Frankie inhaled sharply, moving to her feet. She lifted up the hem of her dress, stepping into her heels. She went to grab her web shooters and froze with her hand over them. What kind message would that send? Going to a Gala, but still armed. It shows distrust or a dependency on her powers. No. She has to be normal, like everyone else... Just for the night. She snatched up her clutch purse, and headed towards the elevator.

Once she began a descent, Frankie whipped out her phone to send a quick text.

Compose a text to : Riley
"Mentors asked me to be there when Thaddeus Ross arrives. Wish me luck? You better be going. I'll need someone to save me from my nervous break down... And a dance partner :)"

She took a deep breath, slipping her phone back into her bag. Frankie's heart skipped a beat when the elevator came to a stop. When it opened she was greeted by Alfred. Thank god.

"Well don't you look just lovely Ms. Parker," he said offering her his arm like a gentleman. Frankie smiled nervously, taking his arm like it was her life line. "Nothing to worry about." He patted her hand gently. She couldn't be more happy that it was him versus Mycroft or Phil that was there waiting for her. "We thought you would be a good first impression for the U.N. officials. What better way to break the ice than with one of our kindest and most friendly pupils?"

Frankie's smile grew as Alfred's words helped fade away some of her nerves. He led her towards the main entrance of the Descendant Tower where Phil and Mycroft waited with the founders. "Mr. Wayne," she said, approaching Bruce Wayne, extending her right hand to shake his. "Mr. Stark." She greeted Tony Stark the same. "I didn't know you both would be attending."

"We'd be bad hosts not to be at our own Gala," replied Mr. Wayne with a smile.

"I just came to see if Thaddeus is still on hold from the last time he tried to call me," Tony laughed looking over at a slightly aggravated Bruce.

Frankie looked forward when she saw headlights approaching. "Are you sure I shouldn't just... Arrive with the others?"

"Nonsense," Tony replied, taking her arm from Alfred. "If you're anything like your dad, which I heard you are, you'll make a star impression... As long as you don't talk as much as he does."

Frankie laughed nervously. "I'll try not to."

"Tony, you're not helping," Pepper Potts chimed in as she joined the group on the other side of Mr. Stark. "Don't listen to him. I don't." She gave a Frankie a warm smile.

Numerous limos came down the long drive towards the tower. The first one coming to a halt at the curb in front of them. Alfred stepped forward, opening the door and out stepped Thaddeus Ross himself. He made his way through the mentors, greeting each of them like old friends until he came to a stop in front of her. Frankie smiled up at him, extending her right hand. "Hello Mr. Ross, I'm Fran—"

"Frankie Parker." He smiled, shaking her hand in greeting. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Hopefully, all good things."

Thaddeus laughed at her comment, following her inside. "You have my word, Ms. Parker." They made their way down the large hall towards the ballroom where soft orchestral music could be heard. Once entering the large room it was almost like entering a large winter wonderland. Glistening lights hung from the ceiling and dangled down the walls. A few dozen tables lit by candles sat on one side of the large room near extravagant tables of food and drinks. Then the center had a large opening, presumably for dancing. And the other end had the orchestra playing Mozart.

Frankie was shocked. Gala was an appropriate word to describe this. It was the nicest thing she had ever been to. More sophisticated than half of the people that went to the academy. She just hoped they all lived up to the standards that were being set. She looked over towards Thaddeus. "Would you like something to drink, sir?"

Thaddeus smiled. "Yes, thank you. How about a scotch."

Frankie nodded her head with a friendly smile and made her way to the bar. Oh lord, there's alcohol. Dear god, she hopes no one gets drunk. No better way to show they aren't qualified than a bunch of drunken enhanced humans acting like morons.




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"Alright," Ross said to himself as he walked into the bathroom wearing only his suit pants, suspenders hanging off his hips. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror. Ross couldn't remember the last time he had to make himself look presentable... If ever. But, he was a descendant of a villain. That puts a sizable target on him. So, he most definitely has to be on his best behavior and look his best.

Plus, Petra would be there. Ross instantly shook his head, trying to push that thought away. "Yer not goin' to da Gala to impress ole finger wiggles. Yer goin' ta prove we don' need... Whater dat Ross fella be offerin'." He combed his hair back, before putting a little gel in his palms. He rubbed his hands together and froze as he slid his fingers back in his hair. He couldn't help but think about how pretty she'd probably look.

"Alright, alright." He held up his hands like he was arguing with himself. "Maybeh... Just one dance. That ner hurt anyone." Ross nodded his head in approval as he walked back to his room, putting on his button up shirt. He buttoned it up, before tucking the hem into his pants. He draped his necktie across his shoulders and slid the straps of his suspenders on as he walked back to the bathroom.

"Plus, it's not like she'd actually dance with meh," he said to himself as he tried to tie his neck tie. He groaned in frustration when he messed up for the third time. "Because I can't even fackin' tie a damn tie." He tried a couple more times, before deciding that his pride wasn't worth it. He grabbed his cellphone and watched a dumb tutorial online so that he got it just right.

He looked down at his phone once he finished, tempted to text and ask her if Tobias was going with her or not. Show up like a knight in... Well, nothing. He's not a knight. Who's he kidding. He took his phone and slid it into his pocket. Ross then walked back out to his room. He put on his vest, then green tuxedo jacket on top of it. He adjusted himself in the mirror one last time, making sure he looked as good as he could possibly manage. Even though he felt ridiculous, he at least looked like a civilized human being.

On his way out of his penthouse, he stopped when he saw his table of compact mirrors. Ross had a feeling in his gut that if he didn't take one, he'd regret it. Unlike most of the other descendants, their weapons are.... well weapons. But one compact mirror? Who would think twice about it? And it would be hidden in his pocket the entire night. He reached down, picking it up. Ross flipped it open, and slid his hand through the mirror to make sure it was active. He then closed it and slipped it into his breast pocket.

He made his way up to Riley's room in a timely manner and knocked on the door. Ross slid his hands into his pockets as he waited. "Aye, I need meh hot date ey was promised. Ya can't leave meh hangin', Barton." He leaned his right shoulder against the door frame as he waited. He pulled his phone once more from his pocket, flicked on the screen and nothing. He sighed. No surprise there.

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Astrid stared down at her dress with contempt. It was archaic, even she knew that and she realized she should have paid some shopping suggestion more mind but she didn't think she'd care what she wore until the time finally came around.

They were ordered to be presentable and on their best behavior and she was sure, at the back of her mind that she would never achieve such a standard when she felt under-dressed or worse, dressed for the wrong decade entirely. She blew out her lips and sighed accepting her fate, but then a knock came upon her door. Astrid swung the door open without even considering a potential thread or the possibility of danger.

"Is this a bad time?"

Astrid grinned and enveloped her dad in a hug. “There’s always time for you. What’s that?”
She drew away gesturing the large black bag and stepping aside so he may enter.

“Ah, well this is your gala gown. If you'll take it,” he added quickly. “I know in a lot of ages, cultures, traditions, the female picks her own dress but I thought I'd try something different. And I thought it'd match your eyes,” he said looking at the protective case like he had x-ray vision and could see it again.

She smiled warmly and pulled him in for another hug. “I love it already,” she assured. Then her face fell and her heart sunk. “So you know what the gala's for?” she guessed.

He couldn't suppress his sigh. “I know what it's for,” he answered simply. “I'm sorry I won't be in attendance. But you'll show your own case.” After minutes of silence passed by, he spoke again. “You should start to get ready. They'll look for any excuse to show the academy is a bad influence. Including tardiness and any old avenger coming through the doors.”

Astrid flicked up a small smile but nodded and obeyed, taking the new dress and heading to her room. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“What would happen if they deemed the academy unfit? Or the management of it, unfit?”

“I think you know, Astrid. Whatever happens though, it's not the end of the world and we got each other, alright?”

The corner of her lips twisted and turned between a frown and smile. Steve always seemed to say the right things. “Alright.”

From the other side of the door, she could tell he was smiling too. “Alright then. Have a good time at the gala.”

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After a shower, Astrid blow dried her hair and began to style it, curling it tightly so it would drop to gentle waves by the time her makeup was done. She applied some silver eye shadow, dark eyeliner and mascara to make her blue eyes stand out, and some foundation and blush to give her complexion a little more color and smooth effect. With her gala image ready to go, Astrid closed her eyes and mentally had to prepare herself to be kind to the strong opinions she disagreed with. No smart little comment or snide remark would fall under the noses of mentors or officials.

Astrid willed her muscles to move finally and carry her to the lifts for the ballroom. When the lift came to a halt, she forced a smile and entered the space. Something only Tony and Bruce could make and put together with the combination of brains and fortune. Before she could settle in a seat, her attention shifted to the echoing tap on the microphone before Mr. Thaddeus Ross spoke. Astrid paused and stood to the side to hear the important speech.

A blonde took to the stage on cue, said her part and left again. Now the UN were infiltrating the academy? And Tony just allowed it. Astrid turned her head in case her eyes betrayed her by showing bitterness or disappointment. They weren't the enemy, just trying to look after the nations in their own way.



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Lilith had regained her composure and after some freshening up, actually half looked forward to getting all dolled up for the event. And to see others in their formal attire, people she wouldn't dream of looking flash and sharp, in a tux or nice dress.

Lilith made her way down and grabbed herself a table and seat just to scope out the tone of tonight. Of course her wicked mind had registered her more reserved friend by the bar and thought about requesting a dance, but she wouldn't want to inflict such discomfort and strain on Nathaniel. He was saving his more charismatic and outstanding side for a sweeter blonde.

"Hello there young lady," a man's voice greeted her.

She turned around and offered a smile to the male with a drink of wine in his hand. "Hello."

"Are you part of this freak show because I mean...you couldn't be...Whether they say they're human or unlucky, they're all mutants to me, all the same. They all have some element of unnatural disease and desire, and these are the people we 'depend' on," he scoffed and sipped his drink.

ImageLilith narrowed her eyes slightly. "I wouldn't say they're all the same or all mutants."

"We just roll over and give them the key to the cities. Get our own men, police, swat teams, the army, to stand down because freaks of nature exist. Do you know how much damage they cost? We're always cleaning up after their mess." He carried on letting his degrading opinions fly out his mouth not seeming to notice or care for Lilith's hint of disapproval. She rested her cheek on her hand and paid a good look around her, though she looked more bored. Had she been somebody less patient and more abrupt, his head might have been slammed into the table or he could be thrown out a fancy window, decapitated, stabbed, shot. "..And you can put that on record," he concluded.

Lilith imagined him as the punching bag for a moment, how her thorn shot out and impaled him, slicing between his ribs, puncturing the lung and coming out the other side.

"I'm going to have to be honest with you,"
she interrupted, "if you keep talking, I'll give you and your boys another mess to clean up when you feel the thorns' embrace." He froze up and went rigid like prey to predator. "It's men like you that make me want to - " she cut off, catching the eyes of Mr. Pennyworth. The frail old man had the watchful eyes of a hawk and maybe enhanced hearing by the way he looked at her.

Lilith sighed, pressing her fingers to her temple to experience a pain unlike any other. "I'm sorry, I'm known for my terrible sense of humor. I couldn't hurt a fly," she chuckled coyly reaching for the man's arm. "That can be off the record," she gave another embarrassed laugh.

"And thorns," he added laughing, "what could they do? Oh I need a band aid, lookout."

Lilith flashed a smile at him when internally she was on fire. She was fine to belittle herself for the sake of peace, but nature and underestimating it's damage, it's worth. It was a hatred she didn't know she had until now. She hadn't ever wished for help either before now, and it wasn't as much as helping her as helping the man.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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