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Petra Maximoff

"Goddamn right you should be scared of me--who is in control?"

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

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"Goddamn right you should be scared of me—who is in control?"
- halsey




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n i c k n a m e s x // x scarlet witch , petya , little gypsy caster

a g e x // xtwenty-five

g e n d e r x // xcis female

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

o r i g i n x // xnew york city, new york

s p e c i e s x // xmutant

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 8—mystical






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x1.6m / 5'3

w e i g h t x // x53kg / 117lbs

h a i r x // xDepending on the light, it can look anywhere from strawberry red to ginger, contrasting Petra's pale skin. She keeps it long and in waves that fall loosely over one shoulder, although she'll take the time to braid it if she's feeling fancy.

e y e s x // xDeep hazel, and often ringed in makeup, Petra's gaze is expectant and assessing. Occasionally, when she's using her powers, her irises may glow a dark red.

o d d i t i e s x // xHer arms and back are marked with a myriad of scars that have faded with time to barely visible slashes. She has a number of piercings in both ears (graduated lobe piercing in both, and a double helix piercing on the left) which are often filled with a collection of silver studs and rings. She also sports a tattoo in the form of a geometric circle design on her right forearm.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xPetra holds herself with all the rigidity and discipline of an army general, her back ramrod straight, chin level, shoulders pushed back, all of which give her much more height and presence than her smaller-than-average frame offers. For all her beauty, though, her resting bitch face is undeniable, turning a powerful glare on anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path. She takes some measure of pride in always presenting her best self; her makeup is never less than flawless, and she'll dress up even if she's just walking a few blocks to the grocery store. She enjoys experimenting with various outfits, but one of her staples is heels so high she could stab an eye out with them. She's mostly rejected her mother's costumes over the years, but she's allowed herself to keep the cape, which feels like a physical manifestation of the title that she inherited from her mother—an actual mantle of sorts, if you will.





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P O W E R S

p s i o n i c x e n e r g y x m a n i p u l a t i o nx // x The ability to project energy blasts, waves, and bolts through her psionic abilities that manifest as red outlines of "spheres of influence" in any shape and form.
l e v i t a t i o n x // x Through skillful manipulation of her energy blasts, she can levitate and, on good days, even use this energy to guide her around, effectively allowing her to fly.
f o r c e x f i e l d x g e n e r a t i o n x // x The ability to create a highly durable barrier of energy that shapes and deforms as she requires it to.
t e l e k i n e s i s x // x The ability to mentally move, levitate, and manipulate objects, as well as molecules and particles allowing her to control matter, energy, and physical forces.
t e l e p a t h y x // x The ability to read minds, mentally communicate with others, experience memories and thoughts of others, or project her thoughts into others' minds.
m e n t a l x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x With the same neuro-electric interface that gives her telepathy, she can deploy a type of illusory hypnosis that allows her targets to experience their surroundings through all their senses that seem real, though they are only hallucinations. For weaker-minded targets, she is able to use this power to control their actions. She may manipulate the memories, thoughts, actions, emotions, and senses of others at will, as well as induce sleep or pain.
p r o b a b i l i t y x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x The ability to manipulate the chances of an event happening, making unlikely events happen more often and preventing liable events from happening. Also known as enhanced good luck.



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

m a g i c x t r a n s c e n d e n c e x // x The ability to transcend the rules of magic under which she operates.
k n o w l e d g e x o f x m a g i c x // x The ability to learn any type of magic quickly, often instantly.
e n h a n c e d x h e a l i n g x // x Her magic allows her to heal at a much quicker rate than a normal person.
e n h a n c e d x l e a r n i n g x // x Telepathy allows her to pick up skills and knowledge quickly by drawing it out of the minds of others. She's also able to process and gain knowledge at a faster rate than the average person. However, it does not eliminate the necessity practice on her part to understand the skill completely.
s k i l l x t r a n s f e r e n c e x // x Owing to her telepathy and mental manipulation skills, she is able to extend the personal effects of her magic (such as enhanced healing) to another person; this skill requires her to be in physical contact with the other person.
l i n g u i s t x // x She speaks Chinese, Japanese, French, Gaelic, and several Romani dialects.



W E A K N E S S E S

m e n t a l x c l a m o u r x // x Her telepathy means that there's constantly a lot of noise going on in her head, of all the unguarded thoughts that fly around unbidden, and though she works at shutting her mind to them when she doesn't want to hear them, she hasn't made much progress on this front. She has a tendency to develop migraines on bad days.
e n e r g y x l e v e l x // x Magic saps her energy relatively quickly, and she tires easily.
w e a k n e s s x // x Ironically, her greatest weakness is showing weakness. She absolutely hates to reveal to other people that she needs help, or medical attention, or even the slightest bit of assistance.



F E A R S

i n a d e q u a c y x // x Though not everyone shares her standards, she's incredibly afraid of being unable to meet such standards expected of herself, as though it decreases her self-worth in some way or other.
l o s i n g x c o n t r o l x // x The sheer strength of her powers has been imposed on her countless times, and she's terrified of not being able to control them, or losing control to her emotions.
a e r o p l a n e s x // x It seems absolutely stupid when she's capable of flight herself, but it's not the flying that scares her, it's the thought of being suspended in a giant hunk of metal in the air. She'd rather take charge of her own flying.






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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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At first glance, Petra doesn't seem like an easy person to get along with. The joke's been made that she should have been Pepper Potts's protege instead, given her professional and occasionally icy demeanour. She's incredibly put together, to the point where it can intimidate those who don't know her. But that's how she likes it—the more people know her true self, she justifies, the more people are aware of her vulnerabilities. So while she only has a few friends (and even then they find it hard to break through the layers of her true self) and keeps everyone else at arm's length, she's perfectly content to lead a solitary life.

She has strong opinions on almost everything, but doesn't voice many of them, mostly because she thinks sharing them is irrelevant. However, she readily speaks her mind if she notices any mistakes, or decides that things can be better—and she's very good at seeing imperfections. She's a perfectionist by nature, and her strong, firmly fixed morals dictate not only how she lives her life, but the changes that she can make to her surroundings to better any situation. This often comes off as bossy, but in Petra's defense, her desire to take control of every aspect of her life is justified.

Petra is the epitome of hardworking, her perfectionism driving her to try again and again until she understands and executes her job perfectly, sometimes even refusing to eat or sleep until she's gotten it just right, often to her own detriment. Her iron grip on her magic is a result of this control, and she never settles for anything less than a perfect display of what she can do. She works best at night, left to her own devices and concentration.

She keeps everyone at a distance, often lacking the effort to truly understand and get to know others because she thinks she can manage just as well on her own. Her independence and headstrong attitude often leave her lacking in support when she needs it, though, so regardless of what she tells herself, she needs a few good friends to help keep her in check, and to make sure that she doesn't overwork herself, or generally end up appearing to be too short in her interactions. No man is an island, after all, despite any reasons she might use to justify her mostly solitary existence. Her emotional barrier hides the fact that she's a deeply loyal friend, with strong morals and a protective streak a mile wide. Should anyone break through her defenses, they'd learn that she's a really good friend, willing to do anything within her capacity to look after them, and always ready with a witty remark or joke that would surprise anyone if they heard it coming from her.







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H I S T O R Y


Wanda Maximoff had always been a powerful woman; there was little she wanted out of life, but she could get what she wanted with little trouble when she wanted it. So when she wanted a child, it didn't matter that Vision couldn't give her one. She had her magic, and that was enough.

Nine months passed, and Wanda had the child she wanted so badly, a beautiful little girl that she named in the memory of her brother. From the start, it was clear that Petra shared her mother's powers, little crackles forming at the infant's fingertips whenever she was feeling particularly feisty—or fussy. When she developed motor skills and started toddling around her playroom, she learned to pick up things with her magic. She started small, with wooden blocks and stuffed toys, and as she grew learned to handle the weight of heavier targets.

But her power also manifested in terrifying, often uncontrollable ways. For the most part, she was a well-behaved child, but when she got into her tantrums her emotions would take over, and she'd lose active control of her abilities. On good days, she'd just levitate a few feet in the air, thrashing and kicking and screaming as little kids are wont to do; but on bad days, things would fall off the shelves, and people could get hurt—usually the person who'd caused the tantrum, but on a few occasions innocent bystanders. Wanda was terrified that Petra would eventually lose control of herself, and focused herself on teaching her daughter to rein her abilities in, to understand her powers and control them intricately.

That was easier said than done. Petra proved herself to be as passionate and fiery as her hair, and took failure hard. Having understood her mother's warnings of the destructive effects of her magic when turned outward, Petra switched instead to taking her anger out on herself, her powers turning inward to form physical injuries in the form of scratches and cuts, sometimes to the bone. It was as if a second Petra was present, one that was invisible but actively contributed to hurting Petra, the way she'd just simmer with rage and cuts would split her skin right open.

It took a long time, but Petra eventually gained control, and the day came when the last cut sealed itself shut and another one never formed in its place. That was the day Wanda breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she could let Petra take over her position. Her job mostly done, Wanda decided that it would be beneficial to Petra to allow her to learn more about her magic among her peers, instead of isolated with just her mother (and Vision, whom she could not truly hurt). The damage was done, though—terrified of losing control, Petra built a barrier around her emotions, sealing herself away for years. She would go on to become a brilliant Scarlet Witch, but she'd allow few people to know who she truly was, under the title she carried.






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So begins...

Petra Maximoff's Story

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Precisely."

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

"That is correct."

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

"Bonnie and Clyde?"

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

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

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

"I heard that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Buzz. Buzz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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."

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

"Me, Mr. McCulloch."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ImageCurled up tightly in a chair, a downy-soft blanket wrapped around her shoulders - one of few luxuries Petra allowed herself - Petra's soft, sleep-slow breathing was the only sound filling her penthouse. A book lay open on the armrest beside her, its worn pages betraying its age. Not for the first time, Petra had fallen asleep reading, too comfortable in her chair to move to bed when she was supposed to a few hours ago. The few lit lamps cast their gentle light around the room, illuminating part of her face, her expression for once relaxed in slumber.

A soft sigh echoed around the walls, J.A.R.V.I.S. clearly reluctant to rouse the sleeping witch. The alarm sounded anyway, its klaxon sounding even louder than it really was given the relative silence in the room. Petra's head shot upright from where it had been resting on the chair, her hair slightly dishevelled, eyes wide and staring wildly around. Before she could gain her surroundings, her palm was already up and ready, a pale red ball of energy pulsing at the ready. "What?"

"My apologies for waking you, Ms. Maximoff, but your mentors request your presence at sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. Please be dressed for battle." The A.I.'s dulcet tones calmed Petra down almost immediately, and she lowered her hand.

"Do you have any idea what they want?" Petra questioned as she threw off the blanket, sitting up and running a hand through her hair to untangle it. She got to her feet, leaving the blanket still draped over the chair, and her book still on its perch.

"Negative, Ms. Maximoff."

"I see. My thanks for the alarm." Petra swapped her comfortable sweatpants and tee for a blouse and jeans, then considered herself in the mirror for a moment. As an afterthought, she pulled a sweater on, and took her cloak off its hanger, pinning it around her shoulders.

As she strode down the hall towards the training room, her heels made a satisfyingly professional clicking noise. She knew some wondered why she, for all her formalities and morals, would bother with a perfect face of makeup and high heels at every situation, but it wasn't quite their place to judge. For Petra, all the little details she put towards putting her best self forward added to her control; she wasn't going to let any part of herself, physical or otherwise, be less than completely in her control.

Mycroft barely glanced up from his notes, but greeted her with a curt, "Petra. Please join the rest." He pointed at the line. Figuring an explanation would arrive soon, she moved to join the rest of the students, positioning herself near Ross, assessing the rest of the group present. Wren, mouthing off as usual, and with Schuyler, no less - birds of a feather flock together, I suppose; Tobias, whom she gave a slight nod to upon meeting his eye; Frankie, as bright as ever; Ross, looking like he was barely awake; and Jaxon, watching the rest like she was. A likely group.


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ImageRiley wasn't asleep - as per the norm, he was attempting to keep himself busy by mopping the apartment floor for the third night that week. The sky outside was pitch black, and the tower was mostly quiet, but not Riley. He hummed softly and tunelessly to himself as he worked, taking comfort in the clean swipe of his mop over the floor, and the shine reflected in the lights from outside the window; he had turned all the lights in his apartment off. In any case, he could still see clearly - peak human senses had their positives outside of battle.

"Mr. Barton?"

At J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice, Riley's mop stilled, and he glanced up. "J.A.R.V.I.S. Is something up?"

"I'm afraid so, sir. Your mentors request that you be at sub-level 23 in 15 minutes, with everything you require for battle."

"I got it. Thanks, J.A.R.V.I.S." Sighing, Riley left the mop and bucket in the bathroom, and grabbed his bow and filled quiver, strapping them to his back, pulling his protective vest on under his sweater. Its presence was betrayed by a slight bulge around his chest, but that was nothing new. Trading his bedroom slippers for a pair of sneakers, Riley loped out of his room, heading for the training room.

The bright lights of the training room hit Riley's eyes, and he instinctively raised a hand to shield them, wincing slightly. He might have been awake, but that didn't mean that the brightness was something he was already adjusted to. "Hi, guys," he greeted, flashing a smile around at the room, still mostly half asleep.

"Riley. Please join the rest." Activity was already underway, he observed, so he joined the rest of the group, wondering what Mycroft and Phil wanted this early in the morning. Some barely spared him a glance, but that was excusable, he supposed, given that most of them had been woken from slumber. "Jaxon. What's up?" he said perfunctorily, nudging the other man's shoulder lightly with a fist.

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The TV's music became intense as Conrad watched with wide eyes as Simba's father fell to his death. A pillow was held to his chest as Scar smiled menacing. Conrad buried his face in his pillow, screaming into it.

"SCAR! That's your brother! Why would you-" A loud alarm went off, causing Conrad to fall to the floor in surprise. He looked around trying to pinpoint the source, finally realizing it was the alert bell. "Jarvis! ¡Estoy ocupado! ¿Qué es?"

"I am sorry to disturb your movie, Mr. Wagner. But your presence is required on sub-level 23. Your mentors request that you be present in 15 minutes and dress for battle."

Conrad glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:05 AM! He's been watching movies since ten thirty! Conrad collapsed on his back in defeat. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but his movie collection kept staring at him until he popped a DVD in. He groaned as the alarm kept sounding off.

'Mr. Wagner, I was informed to tell you that your movie collection would be removed if you did not hurry."

Can you at least play Hakuna Matata while I get ready? Also, check if a red bull is in the fridge, please? I need to stay alert for training."

"Yes, sir."

As the song played throughout his room, Conrad looked for his uniform. His father had passed it onto him once he was admitted to Descendants. He smiled as he touched the red material. Conrad loved the original attire, as boy, with the pointed shoulders. However, his father wanted something more practical so the point shoulders were lost and the whole look was changed to be skin tight, while still being flexible. He would've preferred something more breathable, however, he was told the outfit made him look good. He sighed. Only in this skin. Conrad began his change into his other appearance. The shift wasn't painful, but it can be a shock to his team when he does it suddenly. Conrad stared at his body in the mirror, watching his mocha skin become a royal blue and tail sprout from his behind. His hands began to morph into claws and suction cups replaced his finger tips. His once brown eyes turned yellow, giving him a demonic look. He was a demon, half demon, but still a demon. Conrad grabbed his three swords, slipping them into his carrier belt, as he grabbed the cold Red Bull from his fridge.

"¡Gracias Jarvis! ¡Eres el mejor!"

"You are welcome, Mr. Wagner."

Conrad occasionally goes back and forth between Spanish and English, sometimes German. Growing up trilingual meant language slips often. As he left his amazing penthouse, he did his morning ritual. He began to speak,
"Vater unser, der du bist im Himmel
Geheiligt werde dein Name;
Euer Königreich komme,
Dein Wille geschehe,
Auf Erden wie im Himmel.
Gib uns heute unser tägliches Brot,
Und vergib uns unsere Schuld,
Wie wir denen vergeben, die uns widerfahren;
und führe uns nicht in Versuchung,
sondern erlöse uns von dem Bösen. Amen."

Conrad closed his prayer with the sign on the cross, starting at his left shoulder to his right. Thanking the Lord before and after training meant peace for him throughout the day. The power of prayer is something he has always believed in. After finishing his prayer, an idea went through the blue man's head. He teleported himself to the lower room, conveniently behind Mycroft. Conrad began to make faces, imitating Mycroft's usual serious face.

"Watch yourself, Mr. Wagner." Conrad quickly teleported on line when he heard Mycroft's voice. Conrad may be silly, but he wouldn't push his luck with Mycroft. Some of the team was already there. Frankie was sharing her coffee like the angel she is. Wren and Schuyler mouthing off like usual. Everyone else looked exhausted.

"Good Morning! Or evening maybe? Good whatever!" Conrad's smile was huge and a bit creepy due to energy drink kicking in. He stood behind the line, playfully poking Frankie with his tail. Mycroft and Coulson's disapproving look was enough to make him stop. Can't they have a bit of fun?



The flight from Wakanda to New York was relaxing enough for the prince. He had only arrived in his room an hour ago. An important dignitary from a nearby African country, who was trying to invade their borders, was visiting, hoping to make peace for underestimating the power of such a small nation. It would've been rude for the crown prince to miss such an important meeting. Thanks to his charming personality and keen intellect, an agreement was formed on borders. T'Chioke's father was proud as his son negotiated fairly, but benefitting Wakanda at the same time. T'Chioke sighed as he flopped into his bed. He was still on Wakanda time, seven hours ahead of New York. He couldn't sleep. Thankfully, he didn't need to since an loud alarm went off throughout his luxurious penthouse.

"Jarvis? Status?"

"Welcome back, Prince T'Chioke. Your prescence is required on sub-level 23. Your mentors as that you be present in 15 minutes and dressed for battle."

"Thank you. Please tell them I will be there momentarily."

"Yes, sir.

The black panther habit stayed in glass casing when T'Chioke left for business trips. The life of a prince meant plenty of balance between the hero side of himself. As he slipped on the suit, he sighed. When was the last time I did something for myself? The Black Panther and Prince of Wakanda took up most of his time, leaving no time for T'Chioke. Leaving Wakanda to study wasn't even for himself. The idea of leaving Wakanda for educational purposes is a new idea, only done by T'Chioke's father and himself. The original idea for attending Descendants was to have powerful allies, should Wakanda need them, and to become a better prince and panther, no other reason was enough. Wakanda comes first, always has. T'Chioke glanced into his mirror, the vibranium suit shined under the lighting as did the helmet he was holding. He slipped on his clawed gloves before exiting his penthouse. Today is another busy day.

When T'Chioke arrived in the training room, he appeared pleased while secretly disappointed Xavier hadn't arrived yet. Besides Conrad, T'Chioke wasn't genuinely close with anyone at the academy. This was due to T'Chioke though. He wasn't sure who to trust just yet. T'Chioke made sure to be friendly to his teachers. They can be your most powerful champion if you treat them well. Conrad had already arrived so T'Chioke stood next to him, leaning on the wall with his helmet still under one arm.

"HEY! You're back! How was Wakanda?" Conrad's expressive eyes made the prince smile. Conrad's blue form could be considered frightening, but T'Chioke saw the value in his friend. He wanted to know so much about T'Chioke's home country and it made T'Chioke happy.

"The same."

T'Chioke's vague replies never satisfied Conrad, but telling Wakanda's secrets is a big no for the future king. Conrad may have his loyalty, but his secrets are only for him.

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Caitria gazed at her beaker, her blue eyes almost glowing. The transparent silver-violet liquid was relatively still, save for the steady stream of bubbles in the center of the beaker. The solution was almost ready to advance to the next step. Caitria just needed to add one more extremely vital material.

The blonde speedster slid over to her microscope, where a slide with a sample of her reinforced and "mutated" tri-polymer molecule mixture was waiting. Caitria peered into the microscope, her lip quirking upwards in satisfaction. Things were going very well tonight. In fact, everything was going very well tonight. It was almost too good to be true.

Caitria pulled the slide out of the microscope and headed to one of her storage closets to get the rest of her supply. This solution was going to surely improve Caitria's life.

Caitria grabbed her vial with the tri-polymer solution and slowly poured it into her beaker. The solution in the beaker - still silver-violet - gradually grew more opaque by the second. "Good," Caitria murmured under her breath, raising her voice to just under normal conversation level. "Soon enough, this solution will create a highly powerful sneak attack weapon capable of taking down J.A.R.V.I.S."

Caitria swore that the entire tower could hear the alarms.

"J.A.R.V.I.S!" Caitria hollered above the screaming alarms, her sharp and loud whistle drowned out in the noise. "It. Was. A. Joke!"

The alarms turned down considerably after that.

Caitria heaved a sigh. The lab was supposed to be quiet.

"How did you know I was here?" J.A.R.V.I.S. questioned.

Caitria groaned. "Nothing goes this well without a sudden interruption."

"I apologize for intruding, Ms. Allen, but your mentors request your presence on sub-level 23. They ask that you be present in 15 minutes and dressed for battle."

"Dressed for battle...wait...does that mean I can bring my improvised radioactive weaponry?!"

There was a long pause before J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke once again. "Do you mean to tell me that you have nuclear bombs in your possession?"

Caitria laughed. "Hah, no! Those are so basic...I've tried to update those in the past, but that experiment is on hiatus. No, I mean my other radioactive weapons of mass destruction."

There was another pause. "Please get dressed, Ms. Allen."

And so Caitria did. She changed into a black uniform that allowed for aerodynamics and flexibility. She wasn't the biggest fan of the Flash bodysuit; that was why she was attempting to create a new one with a better material in the lab. The blonde headed to sub-level 23 and saw quite the mishmash of students. "Students"...hmph. Caitria was 21, if she went to a regular college, she'd have already graduated. It always felt weird to call her peers classmates or students.





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andrew mulligan

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Andrew wasn't a heavy sleeper. Sure, he loved his sleep, but he wasn't that hard to awaken. Once he heard the alarm, he was wide awake, ready for a message.

"What is it, Jar?" he questioned the computer system. He could practically hear J.A.R.V.I.S. pausing.

"Mr. Mulligan, my name is already an acronym. There is no need to shorten it."

"On another note, thank you for responding quickly. Your presence is required on sub-level 23. Your mentors ask that you be present in 15 minutes and dressed for battle."

Andrew's eyes brightened for the wrong reasons. "You mean I can actually bring real, dangerous guns?"

"...I suppose."

"Awesome! I already know that I can turn my limbs into weapons, but I'm quite fond of my small collection of guns. Thanks, Jar!"

"Please, Mr. Mulligan, call me J.A.R.V.I.S."

But Andrew was already paying him no mind, changing quickly out of his pajamas and into his "battle armor." The brown-eyed symbiote evaluated his rather pathetic collection of handguns and grabbed a few random ones. Although Andrew was well-versed in the art of sharpshooting, he commonly used the weapons his limbs turned into rather than handheld guns or knives. For convenience reasons, of course.

Once Andrew entered sub-level 23, he saw Riley, along with a few others, such as Ross and Wren. Andrew, grinning as he entered, made his presence known as he headed towards his friends. Riley was quite different from Ross, but Andrew was friends with both.





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Thaleia sat there in her kitchen, back as straight as a board, her eyes cold and heartless. The walls weren't too decorated, but there were wine bottles and a variety of shotguns, handguns, rifles, pistols, etc. on display. While Thaleia did prefer to have her weapons hidden - in case someone attempted to invade her penthouse - she displayed part of her collection of guns and a few bullets for her own sanity.

While she had no problem admitting that she admired the combat skills of some around the tower, such as smart-ass Wren and others, Thaleia didn't understand their personalities or outlooks on life. For example, Wren. Sure, she was an annoying bitch, but she did seem happy in her own little way. Thaleia did feel bitter about how Wren could be like that so easily. To get through the day, Thaleia had her own coping methods. Everything night, at precisely 2:50 AM, her internal clock would wake her up and she'd go to the kitchen. There would be no light, save for a scented candle from Bath and Body Works. It was routine, habit. There wasn't anything too special about Bath and Body Works, or candles in general, but it was how it worked.

Anyway, Thaleia would come to the kitchen everything night at precisely 2:50 AM, with a single Bath and Body Works candle, and she would remember. She was human, but Thaleia had remarkable memory when it came to weapons and everything about them. That meant everything about them, from full weaponry use to sentimental memories. Only Thaleia knew it, but while all the weapons on display were high-grade military weapons, they weren't chosen based on their quality. No, crazy events have taken place in Thaleia's past, and these guns and bullets were important to every one of them.

Thaleia hadn't cared deeply about many people at all, but those-who-must-not-be-named chose their victims well. The group could've killed a specific one of Thaleia's enemies, and she'd be far more pained than if they killed one of her friends. Thaleia didn't have too many close friends, but she had a lot of people she would grieve for.

Had. Not anymore. Thaleia cared about no one in the world now. Sure, she would do her duty. She would kill the evil in the world. But just because Thaleia did something for (what she believed was) a good cause, it didn't mean she was happy. Far from it. The people in this damned school don't even know a fraction of it.

Thaleia's gaze flickered over to a bullet in the glass case closest to her. The bullet was rusted far before loaded it into a gun. The person she shot it with died from tetanus. Predictably.

Of course, Thaleia could remember how she shot it and the effects. But the part that seared into her mind was why. Why did she shoot the bullet? Could holding fire have saved Mark, who died in the next few days? Mark and Thaleia had a rather difficult relationship. They were "enemies", both cool, calculated, and making sharp jabs at each other. Despite this, Mark, elder by Thaleia was five years, did actually care about her in a...strange sibling way. Neither admitted it, but both knew, in the darkest corners of the mind, that the feeling was mutual. Like Thaleia would admit it.

Thaleia scowled as J.A.R.V.I.S. alerted her of its presence. "I apologize deeply for disturbing you Ms. Castle," J.A.R.V.I.S. said, "but mentors Xavier, Coulson and Pennyworth request everyone's presence on sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. They ask that you come prepared for battle."

Thaleia bit her lip harshly before nodding brusquely. She stood up in the calculated way she always did, and walked to her bathroom, where her desired weapons were located. While her sitting posture was always stiff and straight, her movements were fluid and calculated in a perfected grace - no misstep would be allowed.

Thaleia collected her guns, and went to her closet, quickly typing in a collection of passwords into a highly protected lock. She collected her grenades and some explosive ammunition, hiding it well in her clothing. Thaleia silently headed into an elevator.

The brunette's green-blue eyes always looked distant, yet at the same time, they clearly took in every detail. Thaleia had always believed her life was a huge paradox.

As Thaleia entered sub-level 23, she could feel the air around her get colder. She had that effect. People noticed her presence, and not quite in a good way.

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It was just simply another peaceful, uneventful night at the Descendant Tower, the so-called academy where the succeeding generation of heroes, or villains, train to be the heir to their parents. Well, at least for now, it was as peaceful as it could get. None could ever truly know if merely seconds later, a meteor shower would be raining down on Earth or if armies of extraterrestrial beings from an unknown dimension would be marching on to invade our planet our not. In this universe, nothing is impossible, after all. With just a blink of an eye and then the world will face its' end before anyone could know it, so isn't it better to just enjoy the moment, uncaring of how the future will turn out?

But in the end, it was their job. Their most sacred of duties. To ensure that such scenarios will not be played out. And that the so-called normal people out there can continue to live on in peace, blissfully ignorant of the fact that their lives are always being hung on the balance. It really sounds like a pain, for them, isn't it? But it was of no big matters, each and every one of them simply have come to term with the fact what they were made of, and what they simply have to do.

Xavier was sitting in the center of his meditation room inside his penthouse. For those who are not well-versed with the mystic arts, it will look as if he was only meditating. But in truth, this is merely his body. His astral form has already left and was walking in the astral realm. It is impossible to describe how this plane looked like with just the languages of human, but as long as you are out of your body, all burdens suddenly become nothingness. There was no sadness, no joy, no excitement, no rage. Only tranquility. And true enlightenment.

He keeps walking and walking. It was not really walking, though, since there was no ground under his feet. And he finally encountered a familiar figure just up ahead. The very man who had blessed him with this life. "Yo, dad." Xavier called up to his father, who was standing, gazing into the uncertain distance ahead of them calmly.

"I saw you on TV last night." Stephen spoke up when his son walked up to him, "Looks like you're still doing fine without me kicking you into place, hmm?"

"You're not so bad of an old man now, too." Xavier replied jokingly, "How's mom and Sophie?"

"There's no need to fret about them. They're doing a better job than you, y'know."

"Heh, now you're underestimating your son way too much."

The two of them continued to converse in their nice father-son chitty-chat. Since the four of them are each being in their own separate places now, they have agreed to meet up in the astral plane once in a while to see how each other is holding up. Clea, his stepmother and Sofia, his stepsister, seemed to be busy with something now so they aren't joining the two males of the family. But being able to meet up with his father occasionally for Xavier is already more than enough. His family meant the whole universe to him, and he knows it is normal for him to continue to persevere, to the best of his abilities, to protect them and make them proud. Being a Sorcerer Supreme to him is simple just as that.

Suddenly, he can felt some distortion back in the real world, meaning something or someone is trying to reach out to his main body. "Well, looks like this is it. Hero's duty is always endless, y'know." Xavier said.

"Haha, tell me about it. Just go, son." Stephen replied with a laugh, "And always keep in mind that you're your daddy's pride."

"See ya around." He nodded and and bid farewell to his father before everything flashed up and he let himself being pulled back to his body.



"-ange? Mr. Strange? Are you there?" An automatic male voice thick in British accent bloomed throughout the whole penthouse after a blaring series of alarm, which was obviously used as a wake-up call for them. A rather rude method but the mentors seemed to have a serious liking for it.

"I'm here, J.A.R.V.I.S." Xavier stretched his arms and stood up from where he sat, "It wasn't morning yet, right?"

"Apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Strange, but the mentors are requesting you and everyone's presence immediately. Sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. They have also specifically stated you come in arms."

"Oh?" Xavier was actually a bit surprised at J.A.R.V.I.S's statement, before his lips curved into a bright smile, "My, my. Are you saying that they are letting me to use my arms outside the Mirror Dimension? I wouldn't recommend it."

"Recommended or not, it is their order. I am merely reporting what they said."

"So they wanted to let the beasts to roam freely and the hurricanes to go wild, hmm? I think I know what they are up to." Xavier said. J.A.R.V.I.S didn't reply because it doesn't get what he meant, "Got it. I'll go and prepare now. Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S, your service is well appreciated."

"You're welcome, Mr. Strange."

With that said, Xavier headed to his bedroom and changed into another attire. Well, he doesn't fancy having a costume like the majority of the other descendants here. His dressing code is simply to impress others, as no matter how verbosely he dresses, it wouldn't affect his spellcasting much. When he is done, Xavier put on his Sling Ring, "Say, J.A.R.V.I.S, is it okay if I open a portal to get there instead of taking the elevator?"

"Be my guest, Mr. Strange, but wasn't you supposed to be armed?"

"I am armed, thank you for your concern." He replied as he traced his arms in a circular motion. A fiery portal was slowly conjured, showing the sub-level 23, where the mentors and some of the other descendants were standing. Of course, this was quite an entrance, so it caught the attention of everyone almost instantly.

"It was a nice evening, wasn't it? My dear mentors." Xavier greeted as he calmly walked through the portal, and it disappeared as quick as it appeared, "I hope you are ready for the whirlwinds to spin."

He then glimpsed through the line of attendees that have arrived and greeted those whom he knows well, which includes Wren, Frankie, Ross, T'Chioke, Jaxon, Conrad and Schuyler. He then stood in line, just behind Caitria, someone who, likes him, is not the most trustworthy person around, "Hello, Caitria, my dear. The breezes of the night are calming to you?" He asked her in his usual style of speech. There are still plenty of them who hadn't turned up yet so it's best to converse a bit to keep things from stalling.

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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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Green grass, a beaten dirt trail leading to a creek behind her house, a crooked smile with a dimple winking at her from the right side. These were all details Liz had fleshed out of the memory she’d spent the better part of a month trying to dig out of her subconscious. Meditation helped the process, which explained her position levitating over the bed, and Liz was eager to reclaim this one. Memories of Anna past eleven were particularly difficult for Liz to access, and in this one she looked thirteen.

“He’s cute right? I mean his ears stick out a bit, but what can I say, I’m a sucker for green eyes!” The ghost of her once best friend giggled with a younger version of herself, the pair goofing off in the wooded area by the creek behind her old house. The image seemed to stall, blurring around the edges whiled the sound jerked and repeated like a scratch on a vinyl record. Objects in the room began lifting into the air, mirroring her frustration as she tried to siphon more of the memory through the crack she’d made in Xavier’s mental wall. The block he’d made around this part of her mind was particularly thick and resistive, making any scrap she managed to pull from behind it a hard won battle.

“Are you going to go with Jordy? Sam told me he’s going to ask you.” Anna asked, her voice sounding warped, but gaining a semblance of clarity by the end.

“I’m thinking about it. Man, those eighth grade girls would totally go nuts if they saw us walk in with Jordy and Mark though wouldn’t they?!” Her younger self laughed with a grin that was a little too self-satisfied.

“That’s their problem.” Anna laughed as she jumped up on the fallen log that made a makeshift bridge across the shallow creek. “School rules say seventh graders can go to the spring formal if we’re one of their dates, so they’ll just have to go pout in the corner while Mark and I are slooow dancing!” She intoned dramatically as she walked across the log, brown eyes dancing as she practically bounced with excitement.

"Apologizes miss Grey, but your mentors request your presence at sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. Please be dressed for battle.” The sudden request and incessant alarm broke Liz from her meditative trance as she and several of the objects that had begun joining her in the air fell back toward the floor.

“Damn it…” Liz growled in frustration. She’d been in the middle of a breakthrough with this one, and there was no telling how long it would take her to get back to that point after being interrupted. Liz debated whether or not to just skip the assembly in favor of trying to strike the iron again while it was still hot, but eventually dismissed the thought. The trouble such a move would bring was assured, and the damage was already done. Even if she tried going back in now, there was no telling if it would actually produce anymore result.

So instead, Liz raised her mental shields, building their strength back up so that the thoughts of her peers were nothing but a dull puttering noise in the background, At this time of day, most of the tower’s occupants were sleeping, their minds easier to shut out. It also worked as an excellent time to dig around in her own mind because of that. More energy could be devoted to exploring the patchwork maze Xavier had left there, rather than filtering out the minds of others. It was simply her misfortune the mentors called an exercise this early in the day.

One thing Liz had come to understand from her time at the academy, was that the term “battle ready” was not expressed lightly. It was best to never walk into Mycroft’s simulations unprepared, and that meant the suit. Liz hadn’t taken the uniform with her after leaving the X-men, and it had actually been her father who’d sent the suit to Liz when she joined the Descendants program. Liz would always have mixed feelings about putting it on, but it helped to see the crooked stitches where Logan had ripped the X emblem off. She wasn’t one of them anymore, but it was pointless denying her experiences at Xavier’s. Her time there was a huge part of who Liz was, even if that part of herself was a stifled incomplete version.

Suit zipped, gloves on, and hair up, Liz made her way out the door and toward the stairwell. Telekenisis has its commuting advantages, and Liz didn’t fancy the idea of being trapped in an elevator car with a handful of other minds practically oozing frustration from their early morning wake up call. Interrupted sleep rarely led to perky morning attitudes in her experience. Floating down the stairwell, Liz touched down to the entrance of sub-level 23 and sauntered through. Most of the other students had already arrived by the looks of things, and Liz glanced around for an empty spot on the line up. Petra might have been a likely cohort to join, but given that she’d positioned herself with some of their more outgoing associates, and the fragile nature of her shields this morning, Liz ventured toward calmer waters of a fashion. Wren might have a mouth that wouldn’t stop running, but her mind was a refreshing wave of silence that Liz felt more comfortable being near.

Liz nodded simply to her mentors as she took a spot in line, exchanging brief, cold looks with Mycroft. Their working relationship was fairly professional, but it was safe to say there was no love lost between herself and anyone baring the Xavier name.

“I assume you are still awake yes?” Liz gazed down at Wren, brow lifted as if in true contemplation.

***

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long!
And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong!


“OH WOULDN’T IT BE NIIIICE!” Cree sang along appallingly off-key as she soldered the last couple pins for an IC chip on Einstein’s personality matrix. Unsurprisingly, developing a believably authentic K-9 AI was proving slow going, but Cree was happy with the progress she’d made so far. The additions she was adding now to his behavioral parameters were also going to help tremendously in getting her latest project field ready. Cree was practically buzzing with excitement because of it (Or maybe the caffeine pills. Those puppies backed a whollup, and she was on her third already so…yeah probably the pills…)!

Cree was about to begin the lengthy installation process when her music was suddenly cut off, and replaced with an alarm. “What the hell Jarvis?! You know better than to cut my tunes, Stark’s software isn’t that hard to hack!” Cree pulled her goggles off in favor of glaring at the ceiling. Was there a point in associating the PA system with an offending AI? Probably not. Did she care to indulge logic on this point? Hell no.

“Terribly sorry Miss Luthor…mistress of the elven hoards, conquerors of Westeria, and kicker of orc-scum booty…” Javis ground out grudgingly, sounding quite prim. “I don’t entertain to comprehend your reason for altering my programming in this manner. Quite the waste of time really.”

“Awww come on, you know you’d get bored if I didn’t try rewriting your code every week!” Cree shot back with a satisfied grin. “Besides, I think we can both agree this is much better than the time I switched your language parameters over to Klingon.”

“…Your presence has been requested on sub-level 23; ‘battle ready’ was emphasized. You have ten minutes.” Jarvis signed off immediately after, not amused in the slightest.

“Some AI’s have no sense of humor.” Cree lamented to Einstein’s decapitated robotic head, which was currently gracing the top of her work bench. “Looks like we’ll have to work on that upgrade later boy.”

Ten minutes wasn’t a lot of time to get battle ready, at least not for Cree. It took time and real effort to make her puny human ass some semblance of bad guy proof, so popping another caffeine pill, Cree double timed it to collect all her gear that was currently sprawled out at different work stations. Contacts in, gauntlets on, gun’s holstered, and mechanized pack powered on and shoulder slung; Cree was as ready as she was going to be tonight.

The ride down to elevator took longer than she’d hoped, but considering she was also one of the last students to arrive, not exactly surprising, especially considering Cree wasn’t really known for punctuality. Mycroft and Coulson sent her disapproving glances as she sauntered in, barely on time. Cree just smiled back unrepentantly. “Morning mentors! You’re all looking especially dour this morning, have you been practicing in the mirror?”

Looking over at the lineup, Cree made a beeline for Ross, who looked especially miserable at this hour, and in need of her immediate presence to be consoled. Frankie was also there as an added bonus, and if she had to elbow a few people down the line to get into her preferred spot well… they’d live.

“You look like you need a pick me up.” Cree shook her bottle of caffeine pills, extended in offer toward her friend.

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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

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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.

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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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ImageNobody bothered engaging Petra in conversation, so she stayed quiet, standing alone in her spot, her arms crossed loosely in front of her. Elizabeth entered, but barely paid Petra attention aside from glancing at her as she passed, to which Petra responded with a faint smile - or perhaps barely a smile, merely a perfunctory lifting of the corner of her lips. That was why they got along so well, Petra mused to herself, because they didn't cling tightly to each other like an exclusive clique, yet still understood each other's needs intuitively. Maybe empathy came easily to telepaths.

In any case, she remained where she was, mostly solitary until the mentors began their briefing, at which point she started considering her options. Locating and protecting an envelope would not be hard, the question was - would she be able to pull off a mission solo? The answer was yes, she probably could; but then again, she also had a tendency to overestimate herself slightly, a flaw which she didn't mind admitting. Yes, she might not be as powerful as she thought she could be, and she might tire quickly, should she overexert herself putting targets down. Should have brought a snack, Maximoff.

But who would partner her? She fought hard and fast, wanted to go in quietly and get out quickly - a defensive fighter would possibly be able to keep her safe while they grabbed the envelope. And how long could that take, really?

That strategy effectively removed Wren and Schuyler from the list of possibilities - their mouths would probably have the guards running in a moment anyway. Most of these students were offensive fighters anyway, but what if...Phoebe? No, there she went towards Frankie and James.

Maybe she could count on friends, but...no. War waited for no friendships.

Petra gave up. If anyone wants to partner up, they can come look for me, she decided, and strode decisively towards a door at random. The swirl of her cape around her shoulders injected a little confidence into her, and she pushed her shoulders back as she walked, the epitome of confidence. No guards, simulated or otherwise, were going to take this girl down this morning.


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Image"I'm fucking tired man."

Jaxon's comment set Riley chuckling, nodding his head in agreement, though given his condition he probably couldn't empathise as well as most of the other students seemed to. "I feel you."

"How in the hell are there so many people here that are wide awake? It's like I'm in some kind of fairytale land where no one understands the concept of sleep."

Riley shrugged, smiling sheepishly. He wasn't about to tell Jaxon my anxiety keeps me awake for up to 72 hours, so instead he offered, "I'm a light sleeper?" His comment was mostly ignored by Jaxon in favour of Frankie's coffee. Smiling, Riley shook his head at the blonde girl, mouthing you turn them into children at her, though he doubted she would fully understand what he was saying. She'd get his meaning, though - they had that kind of connection only close friends did.

Figuring he'd better give his friends some time to shake themselves awake, Riley shifted himself a little ways away from Jaxon, crossing his arms and adopting the power stance that so often gave his six foot three frame an intimidating aura. Looking around the room, assessing the rest of his classmates streaming in, it suddenly occurred to him that he'd almost forgotten his arm guards. Thankfully, they were stowed away inside his quiver - another gift from his father, another reminder of the Hawkeye legacy he'd inherited. Tugging both guards out of his quiver, he pulled the tough leather over his forearms quickly, his fingers tracing the black script of his tattoos, securing the guards in place while the mentors began describing the task that awaited them.

"Evil won't wait for us to get eight hours, but it sure as hell isn't going to set an alarm for three in the morning," he commented dryly to no one in particular.

But there was no time to lose. Already people were starting to form their partnerships, crossing the room to pick their doors. Unconsciously, Riley sank his teeth into his lower lip as he considered his strengths, the gears in his head almost audible as his eyes darted around the room.

"If you are seen by anyone you must eliminate the threat." Coulson's words echoed in his mind, giving Riley an idea - if he'd had the luck to pick a room with high beams, or any similar spots to allow him the advantage of moving above the common enemy's line of sight, he'd be able to take a more stealthy approach, as opposed to busting the door down and carving a path with their weapons, which some of the students were planning, no doubt. However, his own abilities forced him into taking an offensive approach, as compared to defensive players. So maybe Phoebe, or Frankie, or Caitria...

Too late. By now Frankie was crossing the room, aiming for James. Riley nodded to himself. Smart choice, James would probably suit her well. A little disappointing he hadn't been her first choice, but on the battlefield friendship counted for very little. Another thought occurred to him. Archery was a long distance attack. What if he picked a partner who would play offensively, but would deal short distance attacks? Still scanning the room, his eyes touched on Maura Howlett and almost skimmed over her - almost.

Well, at worst he'd get turned down, and maybe he could ask around some more. What if she didn't want a lowly partner like himself? Come on, Barton, she's good but she's not mean. Man up. Taking a deep breath, he approached her, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "Hi," he began, waving at her. "Would you be...willing to partner up? I take down the bad guys near the target and you take down the bad guys near us? I probably couldn't do it on my own -" and here he smiled and fought back the urge to bite down into his lip again, "- but you're good, and you probably need someone to watch your back, yeah? Plus, I'll let you choose which door we take."

"So what do you say? Partners?"

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“HA! Empty threats my friend. Hyper is my natural state of being.” Cree punctuated with a pat on Ross’ back. The pills could take time to kick in on the first dose (and she was slightly concerned for the condition of his heart given how many of those he’d just wolfed down), but she hoped it would kick in soon enough for Ross to stay conscious through the whole exercise. “Heads up though, you may puke some of those up…”

Mycroft was in fine form today, Cree thought tersely as he listed off the challenge of the day. He could be a real hardass sometimes, (or, y’know…all the time…) but Cree was fairly convinced their grouchiest mentor got a bit too much personal satisfaction out of tormenting his students. The man needed a girlfriend, or boyfriend (she didn’t judge), so long as he got some regular action.

’You need to get laid…you need to get laid…you need to get laid…’ Cree chanted mentally on the off chance the telepath was listening in. Was it wise to provoke their pissiest instructor? Probably not, but Cree liked living dangerously. Besides, it wasn’t like he could call her out in it without embarrassing himself or divulging personal information to save his pride; both scenarios she currently had categorized as ‘highly unlikely’. So poke the bear she would; poke, poke, POKE.

After the challenge was outlined, Cree couldn’t help the grin that split across her face. For once, the young techno whizz didn’t feel entirely outclassed by the task ahead (namely trying to defeat her superpowered colleagues who could smash her into a wall with a flex of their pinkie). Those training rooms were almost entirely automated, and where computers were involved, Cree was the undisputed queen of the tower. With enough time to route her way into the system, she could shut the whole thing down, and certainly the robotic Hydra agents. From there it was a simple thing to walk in, get the envelope, and get out. While perhaps not technically a legal move in Mycroft’s book, it would certainly be displaying her skill set, and she wasn’t above shoving that ‘however you see fit line in his face. The real issue was going to be finding cover long enough to do it. Cree’s shock bombs would certainly short out any of the robotic Hydra agents she came up against, but she didn’t have an infinite number of them. Bullets would also probably do the trick, but she wasn’t built defensively for a swarm scenario that was likely to occur if she was caught in the act. Cree was going to need a heavy hitter, but she wasn’t sure if any of them would exactly be interested…

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The challenge might actually have been easier for Liz, if the Hydra agents were real people. Robots didn’t exactly have minds that she could probe for information, or fool in order to camouflage herself, which pretty much left stealth off the table for her. Telekinesis wasn’t exactly a subtle power, especially when used offensively, but against a mechanical foe it would have to be her route in. That left her strategic options in the ‘head on’ lane, and Liz was honestly more valuable defensively in those scenarios. It wouldn’t be impossible to eliminate the robotic Hydra agents and recover the envelope alone, but it certainly wouldn’t be the most efficient approach. Partnering up was the most practical course of action, and with that acknowledgment, Liz began sizing up her remaining prospects as other students started pairing off.

Wren might have been a good choice, as offensively inclined as her fellow mutant was, but her regenerative factor and nigh invulnerability made Liz’s defensive abilities somewhat redundant. Petra was another option to consider, but while their similarity in powers made them excellent partners in practice, it didn’t exactly lend a diverse skill set to a field team. Both were also far more likely to have other heroes vying for their partnership, both as stand outs on the power scale, and their general likability. Sometimes her lack of social skills proved inconvenient…

“So you taken yet or what?” The question came out of left field, and it took a beat for Liz to even realize it was directed at her, Of all the people Liz had suspected might approach her, Cree Luthor was not one of them. The two girls weren’t exactly close for starters, having always hovered on opposite ends of the social spectrum. It also didn’t help that Cree’s mind was as hyperactive and difficult to ignore as her mouth. Her thoughts felt very chaotic to Liz, and close proximity to the young genius left Liz feeling distinctly wooden, like being weighed down with led. Then there was the fact that Cree was far from the offensive frontal assault warrior Liz was looking to round herself out with. The sentiment must have shown on her face, because Cree plowed ahead with the universal hand gesture for ‘hear me out’.

“Now just hold on a minute, I didn’t come to the party empty handed! I’ve got a plan, just...do that whole jedi mind probe thingy and you’ll see!” Cree encouraged, tapping her own forehead for emphasis. Liz might have found the reference somewhat insulting, but the decision here was too time sensitive to take issue with it. Reluctantly, Liz let down her mental walls just enough to focus in on Cree’s mind, and the noise was immediate. The echo of other people's’ thoughts were always distantly present, like the faint patter of rain on a tin roof. Shields never fully drowned out the noise, but at least they kept you from getting wet. Trying to focus in on another’s mind, especially one as cluttered as Cree’s, was like opening a window in maelstrom, and Liz couldn’t help a wince as she tried to make sense of the jumble the other girl had playing across her mind. When she did manage to glean the plan from the other girl’s mind, Liz had to admit her strategy was a sound one. Potentially irritating Mycroft with the creative work around, was the smug little cherry that tipped the scales in Cree’s favor.

“Agreed, partners it is then.” Liz finally replied as she moved toward one of the unoccupied doors. Don’t let them know what you’re doing until it’s too late to stop it. Liz instructed her partner telepathically, eyes surveying other pairings in an attempt at casual. Liz could shield both their minds telepathically from Mycroft’s probing, a reality their mentor had grown used to where Liz was concerned, but there was nothing she could do about Cree’s mouth.

Uh, excuse’ moi! I’m very sneaky thank you very much...the sneakiest… Cree shot back mentally before turning her attention to one of the other doors. “Hey, kick some ass Ross!” Cree shouted toward her friend with a thumbs up.

See, now they won’t think we’re talking. Sneaky. If it was possible to sign telepathically, Liz did just that.

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The conversation between Xavier and Caitria was cut off abruptly as Mycroft - one of the so-called mentors spoke up and gained the attention of the lots of them. That man is rather notorious for being a rather moody and hard-to-please character, much unlike his father whom Xavier found to be a rather inspiring man. But, it's not like that he hasn't seen all sorts of people out there. An 'old' man like him may not be so young and wild like his seniors around him, but he is quite confident that he is somewhat more seasoned than them in terms of relationships and reading someone, even without his telepathic abilities. He can work fine with just about anyone, if this assignment requires him to, though usually he would stick to himself if no one else is up to teaming up with him.

Xavier stood still with his arms crossed as he took in every word from Mycroft. But this is not something that he didn't expect though. Having been in this Academy longer than almost every other descendants, there's nothing that he hadn't been put to gone through. This mission is quite simple. Infiltrated a simulated Hydra base within the simulation rooms that the mentors have set up - which according to them, strays not an inch from reality itself, meaning everything happens in there will really affect you, be it a small injury or losing a limb, and retrieve an envelope holding some sorts of secretive information that should not be disclosed. As the envelope must not be damaged, obliterate the whole base in one move is not a viable option.

"So, it's just another infiltration session, hmm? I would be lying if I say I didn't expect something more, but I welcome all challenges." Xavier commented.

He is fine with both frontal and stealth tactics, but if he were to take a whole faction head-on, it would benefits him more if the settings are somewhere in the outside air, where he can freely let his magic roams about. But, since this is confined in a base of sorts, sneaking in will be more suitable. With his powers, Xavier can study the structures of the base in matters of minutes, and his presence sensor can warn him of any threats coming up, keeping the number of encounters with the simulated Hydra guards at the minimum. The capability to tamper with memories come in real handy here, since Xavier would have no needs dirty his hand to literally eliminate any threats, though he has no qualms doing so if he must. Walking in like a calm breeze, sneaking out like a graceful wind. That's how he would work.

If he had decided to go the stealth route, going by himself would get him to the designated target faster, as he wouldn't be weighed down. But, Xavier is not that reckless. He needs someone to got his back should he runs into some kind of anti-magic zones, since Hydra would be well-equipped to counter pretty much everything. To have a view of what you are about to face is the first step to lead to success, after all.

Xavier gave an quick glance over the other descendants. While he has no problem working with just about anyone, someone who wouldn't shed a doubt over his abilities and coordinates will with him would be more favorable. Petra and Schuyler are two picks he thought of firstly, since, well, they belonged to magic team. But, since Petra would probably be busy putting her guard over him more than the Hydra guards, and her rather unstable powers might turn out to be a hindrance at the worst moments, she is off the list. Schuyler would make a good teammate, thanks to her cleverness and capability to be tactical, but she seemed to have already found another teammate, so she's also out.

He gave the remaining descendants a thought. So far, those whom he thought to work the best with him have already found their own halves, so he turned his attention to those who are less of a perfect match for him, but can still do a good job if they are willing to listen. Magic really did give one a versatility to fit in any situations, after all. Caitria can be hard to catch up with her speed, but he can teleport so it's not too much of a big deal. The same also goes to Conrad. Tobias is a bit of a wild card. The young man can work well with his capabilities and he is not as overly cautious as Petra is, so the two of them may fit, as tempting it is for Xavier to observe how he acts.

But now when Xavier gives it a second thought, pairing up with someone who is daring enough to gain attention, while he sneaks behind and finish off anything that might come in the way, clearing a path straight to the envelope probably will help them to accomplish their task faster. And, that is when Jaxon came to him, asking him to be his partner. Of course, he would jump at the chance, "Seems like the two pieces of the puzzles fit again this time, my dear Jaxon." He nodded to the younger man with his usual gallant smile, "Let's show them what we've got, shall we? I'm sure you will literally blaze a trail over those simulated guards, and I'd gladly got your back."

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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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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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!!"

***

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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ImageAs she crossed the room to a door, the words, "You need to get laid…you need to get laid…" followed Petra. What the - oh. Lucrecia, no doubt. Was that meant for her? She'd barely glanced at Lucrecia that day, much less give her reason to telepathically chant about her sex life at her. Still, she gave no sign that she'd noticed the other girl's words - although they were certainly difficult to ignore, given both their natures - and positioned herself in front of a door at random. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ross getting ready to enter the simulation, his mirrors flashing as they reflected the lights overhead in her direction every now and then. It looked like he'd chosen to go solo, like her.

"Eh red?"

I spoke too soon? Petra turned towards him, angling her body in his direction. "Yes?"

"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."

She couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips; it was too early and she'd come in with her guard half down. There was no particular reason she should turn Ross down, although the offer was certainly unexpected, given his largely confident nature. What he'd said was true, though, they could do something together, his mirrors and her...what was it again? Finger wiggles. Besides, the prospect of being able to go back to bed soon was inviting.

No reason to give herself more trouble.

Instead of answering, too busy biting back a yawn after seeing Ross's, she left her door and joined him in front of the one he'd chosen. "I hope you make good on your promise," she muttered, as the doors opened and the wind swirled around them, her cape billowing out behind her. Peering through the blizzard, she tried to gauge what they were up against.

"Simulation, so I can't sense them," she reported, a tinge of distress worming its way into her mind. She watched Ross blast the mirror, then moved to stand beside him, her hand closing lightly over his. "I trust you," she confirmed. "Let's go kick some simulated guard ass."

Her grip tightened as they stepped through the mirror, praying this would work out for them.


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ImageAll Riley could do, really, was smile nervously at Maura after he'd asked his question. Eventually he gave in to his nerves and began edging away, still smiling. "Well, it's alright if you weren't keen on that, just thought I'd ask! You'll kick ass on your own anyway, I'm sure, so no real worry there." Biting down into his lip to keep any further useless words from spilling out and potentially embarrassing himself in front of his peers - if he hadn't already done so - he backed away and chose an unoccupied door, fiddling absently with his bow so he wouldn't have to look up and face any judgmental faces. Should've known better than to be ambitious and ask someone like her, she's a level 9 for goodness's sake, couldn't have settled for someone easy to work with and now all the good ones are taken and you'll have to work this alone and Mycroft will probably leave you to die in there anyway because it's easier than trying to teach an acrobat with string and a stick how to be a hero, he berated himself mentally, willing himself to melt into a puddle so he wouldn't have to deal with being alive anymore. Maybe Petra or Liz would do it for him if he asked nicely enough.

He twanged the bow string a final time as the alarm bell sounded. His door slid open, the wind ruffling his hair violently. Silently thanking his lucky stars that he'd picked one of his warmer sweaters to wear, although the colour would probably not do him any favours with blending in, Riley stepped forward, sinking almost ankle deep into snow. On the other hand, the darkness would do pretty well to cloak his approach.

"Okay, Barton, we're not about to walk up to the front door and knock, all Excuse me, d'you have some milk I could borrow like, but I think a distraction is in order," he muttered to himself, trying to figure out a plan of approach. "Let's assume the front door is heavily guarded, they're not going to be planning on guarding the forest so maybe we can find a way to get closer for a better look. If only there was a way to get eyes into the building..."

But there wasn't, not really, with him and his trick arrows on their own, so he took another step forward into the snow, and another, until he'd walked entirely into the dark and cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Do you have a plan?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ImageThe mirror realm was fascinating, although wild horses wouldn't have dragged such an admission out of Petra. She'd seen Ross do his thing, sure - walk in one mirror and out another - but she'd never been privy to the world inside of those mirrors. As they passed the various reflective surfaces, she tried not to be obvious about the fact that she was looking around at the many exits presented to them. She thought she glimpsed the interior of her penthouse, from the perspective of a person who might be standing by her window, which was probably cause for concern. But knowing Ross, she was a little less concerned than if the power had been in, say, Jaxon's hands.

"...Trapped forever like a fly on the wall, watchin' the world flash by without ya." Petra snapped back to reality to catch the last of her partner's words, realising on the heels of his sentence that his grip on her hand had tightened. It was almost like letting someone else drive you in a car, she thought; innocuous enough, but she'd basically put her life in Ross's hands, at least until they left this strange place where you could see everything that happened but without getting to be a part of it.

"There." Petra peered through the reflection, noting the presence of two guards. Just two guards? They must not be very confident of their enemies' abilities. She flexed her free hand, crimson sparks at the ready. At almost the last moment, she concentrated on sending positive energy to Ross, hopefully increasing the chances of his victory against the guards.

They leapt through the mirror together, and as Ross turned his attention to one guard Petra tossed a few bolts at the other, ducking as he swiped his arm at where her face was half a second ago. Her bolts forced him backward a few steps, and she would have lobbed a few more at him had her partner not smashed the guard's face in, knocking him unconscious.

"I had him," she said, but not unhappily. If anything, close range brawling was probably more of Ross's area of expertise, and she wasn't eager to take on two large armed men in close quarters. Spotting the telltale bulge of a gun at the guards' waists, she crooked a finger and both shot out of their holsters, skidding across the floor to the other end of the room, well out of their reach.

"This would be a good time for yer finger wiggles."

"I possess the power to sap your mind and replace it with my own, and I wield magics like Wren Wilson wields weapons, but sure, I will finger wiggle our way into this lock," she said dryly, walking over to press her hands flat against the glass wall.

Surely there would be a way past this to get to the envelope, one did not just seal an envelope away without ensuring a path to retrieve it. Smashing the glass was out of the question, given the amount of glass there was she and Ross would not have a chance of escaping injury should she attempt so. But where - where was the gap where the doors would part?

Closing her eyes, Petra concentrated, focusing her mind on seeing into the mechanisms of the glass. Bit by bit, an image started to form in her mind - she could see the lock, a complicated little thing hidden within the depths of the door itself, extending into the walls at either end where...ah, there was a scanner there. People she could trick, but not machines.

Unless...her eyes still closed, she gently compressed the spring in the lock, moving the pieces of the lock manually one by one instead of the automatic response it would have exhibited if it had been unlocked in the traditional way. The tumblers slid past each other, the hinge clicked - and the lock parted, the two glass panes separating from each other in response. Petra held her breath for a moment, but no alarm sounded, no guards came running.

"There we go." Hooking her fingers into the gap, Petra slid the door open, hurrying over to retrieve the envelope from where it rested. Quickly forming a little force field that moulded itself around the shape of the envelope, protecting it from harm, she tucked it into her pocket. "Shall we go?"


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ImageRiley was still lost in thought, trying to figure out a strategy, but he wasn't so lost that the soft flump of something hitting the snow escaped his ears. He spun around, an arrow already nocked, bow at the ready. The figure looked up from where it had fallen facefirst into the snow, and Riley relaxed, lowering his bow. "Conrad! What are you doing here?"

"Hey Riley, I noticed you didn't have a partner and well... mine changed their mind so I figured the mutant and the archer sounds like a good plan!"

Riley sighed, thanking his lucky stars for having a friend in Conrad. "Well - next time announce yourself. I could've shot you," he said apologetically. He let his bow hang by his side, still holding the arrow in place, and fell into step beside Conrad.

"I can teleport us into the building. If we could find a map of the layout then we could go wherever we want. Plus, I'm good pretty with these things. What do you say, partner?"

For the first time in a while, Riley let a genuine smile grace his features. "I think we could afford to adopt a more stealthy approach. The envelope, whatever's in it that they're guarding, is either on one of the higher levels, or somewhere underground, and my money's closer to the roof. If you could take us up to a higher level, we could start searching from there - probably not the highest floor, maybe around the eighteenth thereabouts."

He could see figures moving through the windows, circling the floors in obviously planned routes. The first few floors were more heavily guarded; clearly the guards were expecting their enemies to move in on foot, which gave them an obvious advantage. "There might not be a lot of hiding places, but I'm counting on you to take us out of situations where we're obviously outnumbered. It might raise the alarm, but I'm more interested in getting to the envelope quickly and running for our lives than I am in taking out guards, simulated or not. Are you okay with that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready for this, Francita?"

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

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

"How are you doing, Francita?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shall we go?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

Then she remembered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"JA."

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr
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caitria allen
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parentage: flash | hex code: #7B7383
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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."

andrew mulligan
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parentage: toxin | hex code: #ceaa16
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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."

thaleia castle
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parentage: punisher | hex code: #49a98a
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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."