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Phoebe Prince

"The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear."

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

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"If the prospect of living in a world where trying to respect the basic rights of those around you and valuing each other simply because we exist are such daunting, impossible tasks, then what sort of world are we left with? And what sort of world do you want to live in?"
- Diana Prince, Wonder Woman #170




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n i c k n a m e s x // x phee , princess

a g e x // x23

g e n d e r x // xfemale

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

o r i g i n x // xboston, massachusetts

s p e c i e s x // xhuman

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 7 — physical





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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5'7''

w e i g h t x // x125 lbs.

h a i r x // xPhoebe's hair is actually colored a dark brown - unlike the jet-black mane her mother sports. (Although Phoebe's hair can appear jet-black depending upon the light.) Thin, straight, and only slightly voluminous, there is never a day when her locks aren't tangled and knotty. Therefore, she has a tendency to pull her hair up into messy boho buns and high ponytails, as brushing it is a fruitless endeavor.

e y e s x // xAn exact duplication of her mother's, save for color. Topaz brown, swirling with olive rings and always twinkling in the light, Phoebe's eyes are her most defining feature. They are the first thing people notice about her, and she isn't afraid to show them off with a bit of liner and mascara. After all, they are windows into her deep, complicated soul.

o d d i t i e s x // xYes, she knows her teeth look huge - please don't talk about it behind her back. Sometimes she'll slip into a subtle Greek accent - she tends to roll her r's when frustrated. She has a heart-shaped birthmark on her right ankle, a tad of distichiasis on her upper eyelashes, and three piercings in each ear. (She either wears tiny gold star earrings or just regular black posts.) She also got her bellybutton pierced when she was a teenager but is pretty sure the hole has closed up.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xBesides her eyes, lips, high cheekbones and broad shoulders, Phoebe hardly resembles her Amazonian mother. Instead of sun-kissed olive skin, she bears her father's pale complexion. (Which easily burns and freckles.) Instead of towering over people, she only stands at an average height of 5'7''. She does have a classic, elegant kind of beauty about her. However, her squarish face, flat chest and muscular physique give her an almost boyish look. Nevertheless, she embraces this duality of feminine and masculine traits and accentuates them with loose-fitting clothing. Her everyday outfits consist of a t-shirt or tank top, sweatpants and boots. Although she's not one to follow fashion trends or put on a full face of makeup, she does know how to doll herself up when she needs to, as she has to attain a professional appearance when she works as a district attorney in New York. Finally, if there's a noteworthy aspect of Phoebe's appearance that definitely goes overlooked, it's her smile. She may have large teeth, but they only bless her with a fuller, grander grin.





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P O W E R S

s u p e r h u m a n x s t r e n g t hx // x She has inherited her mother's ability of peak physical strength. Diana was said to be "stronger than Hercules," Superman, Supergirl, and other superhumans from alternate universes.
s u p e r h u m a n xd u r a b i l i t yx // x High resistance to damage and magical attacks. Her resistance to injury is not quite as great as any of the above mentioned metahumans. However, due to her vast threshold for pain and inherited amazon ability to heal at a superhuman rate, this easily makes up for the difference. Although her Amazonian armor helps in combat, it is not completely necessary.
s u p e r h u m a n xs p e e dx // x Able to think, move, and react at superhuman speeds. Phoebe still has a ways to go until she's faster than her mother, who, according to the Flash, could easily keep up with him in battle.
s u p e r h u m a n xr e f l e x e sx // x So sharp, she is able to react to a barrage of gunfire from multiple opponents at once unharmed.
s u p e r h u m a n xa g i l i t yx // x Besides her speed, her balance and coordination is on par with an Olympic athlete.
s u p e r h u m a n xs t a m i n ax // x Because her body produces no lactic acids in her muscles, she doesn't tire out and can last a great deal of time in battle.
f l i g h tx // x By gliding on air currents, she is capable of short, unassisted flight. Phoebe is not as skilled at flight than her predecessor, however, she does use her slight resistance to gravity as a means to jump higher and fall slower than the average human being, therefore enabling her to perform complicated attacks while mid-air.
e n h a n c e dx h e a l i n gx f a c t o rx // x Can quickly heal mild to moderate injuries at an amazing rate. Her normal regenerative abilities allow her to recover from injury within seconds to minutes. She possesses an incredible immunity from poisons, toxins, as well as disease.
e m p a t h yx // x "The Sight of Athena" apparently grants her increased insight. For example, Phoebe can often detect others' emotions, and is at times immune to magical illusions due to her ability to read the caster's intentions. Additionally, she has received special training in illusionary and telepathic resistance.
a n i m a lxe m p a t h yx // x Can communicate with all forms of animals and command them to do her bidding.
e n h a n c e d xs e n s e sx // x Eyesight, hearing, taste, touch and smell. Not as potent as other students with this ability, but if she concentrates hard enough, she can track anyone.
d i m e n s i o n a l xt e l e p o r t a t i o nx // x Her favorite power. Unlike her mother, who had to meditate deeply in order to teleport, Phoebe can easily leave the dimension at her own will. In addition to visiting alternate universes, she can use this power to visit the gods in Olympus, Asgard, the Underworld, etc.



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

h a n d - t o - h a n dx c o m b a tx // x Proficient in the exotic martial arts style of the Amazonians, and also experienced with multiple weapons.
a c r o b a t i cx // x Combined with her flight abilities, Phoebe is able to perform incredible flips, rolls, and slides. She is known for her signature flip kick, which is a 2 1/2 or triple flip combined with a finishing mid-air kick. It sends flight-enabled or standing opponents straight to the ground, and as Jack Murdock claims, "you DON'T want to be on the receiving end of one."
w i s d o m x // x Possesses a bit of her mother's divine wisdom, which was gifted by Athena. Granted enhanced intelligence, moral strength, and tactical skills.
a r c h e r yx // x She's not as skilled with a bow as Riley Barton, but she does shoot straight.
s w o r d s m a n s h i px // x Her primary weapon of choice. Although the Amazon women introduced her to sparring, it was Diana who taught her how to properly wield a sword.
l a s s o i n gx // x Used to grab opponents and items.
m u l t i l i n g u a l i s mx // x Her short time in Paradise Island taught her how to speak Themysciran, as well as Ancient and Modern Greek. She learned how to speak French in high school, and picked up a bit of Spanish in college.
e q u e s t r i a n i s mx // x Because she is able to talk to animals, Phoebe can communicate with horses rather well and is a skilled equestrian. Instead of a fancy car, there is a stable in the garage for her horse, Minerva.
l a w y e rx // x Studied law at Columbia and Harvard and has experience in the court room. She's a master at opening and closing statements.



G A D G E T S

b r a c e l e t sx o fx s u b m i s s i o nx // x Modeled after the shackles the Amazons were once enslaved with, the gauntlets were formed from the remains of Zeus's legendary Aegis shield, and were re-forged as twin bracelets by Hephaestus. Phoebe's superhuman reflexes enable her to use the gauntlets to easily deflect projectiles (such as bullets) and powerful energy blasts. At close-range the gauntlets block blades, weapons and punches. When crossed, the gauntlets form an impenetrable barrier just in front of them which allows Phoebe to protect herself and those behind her from area attacks.
l a s s ox o fx t r u t hx // x Forged by Hestia, it is the signature weapon of Phoebe and her mother. Those who are captured in it are forced to answer any questions she asks and are unable to lie. It cannot be broken, snapped or cut. Victims caught within the lasso commonly make remarks about its heat. Phoebe can control it to a certain degree using telepathy. It can also be used to erase memories, heal the mentally ill (in some cases), and implant commands that must then be obeyed.
s w o r dx o fxa t h e n ax // x The sword has Ancient Greek writing engraved on both sides of its blade and a symbol that represents the Amazons of Themyscira. The writing reads, "Life is killing life all the time and so the goddess kills herself in the sacrifice of her own animal."
s h i e l dx // x Like the sword, it has the Amazonian symbol in the center and contains the same quote around it's outer rim.



W E A K N E S S E S

p i e r c i n gx w e a p o n sx // x Phoebe is extremely resistant to blunt force attacks and has a vast tolerance for pain. However, she is more vulnerable to piercing weapons, such as arrows and bullets.
l o wx s e l f - e s t e e mx // x Prevents her from taking risks, speaking her mind, trusting people, and relaxing.
o f f e n s i v ex g a m ex // x She has a very specific fighting style, which is both a boon and a curse. In battle, Phoebe likes to bait her opponents into drawing near. She then uses the lasso to trap them and finishes them off an attack or her sword. She's also very defensive, using her shield and bracelets frequently. Although she knows when to strike and has great offensive skill, she isn't as aggressive as she should be. Her fear of approaching opponents is probably a symptom of her self-doubting nature. With her enhanced healing and thick skin, she definitely has room to be more confrontational. It's just a little kink she'll have to learn to smooth out while at the academy.
P T S Dx // x Due to a traumatic moment in her past, Phoebe gets triggered into panic attacks when groups of people are angrily yelling at her. She's also a little anxious around the pool on the rooftop, and although she can swim, she doesn't enjoy it. Watching people horse around in the water only makes her apprehension grow.



F E A R S

d r o w n i n gx // x The means by which she was almost murdered as a child.
d e a t hx // x It's not so much that she's afraid of death itself, but rather knowing that she will eventually have to leave her immortal mother, who will be forced to watch her age and wither. What will Diana do once she's gone?
t y r a n n y x // x After having experienced it in Paradise Island, Phoebe clings to the virtue of checks and balances. Whether they be good, evil, godly or just a mere mortal, she greatly fears the outcome of too much power falling into the wrong person's hands.





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Phoebe is the daughter of an extremely powerful demigod princess considered to be the first known superhero due to her participation in the first World War and an immortal role-model to females everywhere. Of course, people don't believe Phoebe when she tells them that Wonder Woman is her mother because the girl barely acts or looks the part. She's not fearless, she's not respected, and she's certainly not a leader. In fact, at the ripe old age of twenty-three, she is still as painfully shy as her twelve-year-old schoolgirl self.

It's not so much that she's scared to meet people or that she prefers solidarity, rather she gets worried when she has to make a first impression. Obviously she wants to make a good first impression because she knows what it's like to be the black sheep within a community and understands the power of words. When her words have a purpose behind them, it is much easier for her to speak. This is why she can deflate a round of small talk within seconds but still manage to hold the attention of an entire court room with one of her renowned opening arguments. It is easier for her to befriend someone if they are relaxed and willing to talk about passionate subjects that are intellectually stimulating. When Phoebe opens up to a person, they'll find that she is very loyal, adores animals, has a secret artistic side, and can actually be quite funny.

It doesn't take much to make her happy. She is extremely humble, as she finds value in owning few possessions and putting others before herself. She refuses to brag about her strengths, downsizes compliments and has very low self-esteem. Still, people find her trustworthy and approachable because of her peaceful, open-minded presence. Phoebe is a fantastic listener, and due to her inherited wisdom, she is incredibly empathetic and great at giving advice. There's nothing she loves more than solving problems. This is why she is so committed to human service, social justice, and of course, law.

Independence is a virtue that has gotten her through many sticky situations. Although she enjoys employment on a team, she knows that sometimes unaccompanied work is the only way to get a job done. She has a strong moral conscience and won't be afraid to disagree with a companion if she feels that what they're doing is wrong. Although she is mellow, there is a slight rebelliousness about Phoebe. She makes her own path instead of fulfilling the expectations others have for her, which either leads to better opportunities or strained relationships. Although she may be meek and lacking in confidence, she does know herself well and understands her limitations as a human being.

However, there are no limitations to her imagination. A dreamer hidden behind a thick outer shell, Phoebe is a curious idealist who longs to explore not just our world, but the many universes surrounding it. With her power of dimensional teleportation, she is always taking trips to Olympus and Asgard, where she studies the myths and ancient cultures of the past. She believes that discovering the ideas and behaviors of other worlds and alternate realities can help create better wisdom for our modern society, and tries to incorporates the lessons she learns from her travels into everyday life. At the end of the day, she's just a girl who wants to make the world a better place. Perhaps at Descendant Academy, she will be able to learn how.





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H I S T O R Y


Although Diana still hasn't revealed who her daughter's father is, she has always made it clear to Phoebe, even from a young age, that her conception was never a mistake. All the young woman knows is that her dad was of English heritage, involved with venture philanthropy in some way, and faintly reminiscent of one of Diana's pilot friends from the Great War. Her childhood wasn't anything extraordinary. Her single mother was constantly occupied with saving the world, so all Phoebe remembers are long days sitting at home while her aunt, Donna Troy (the clone sister of Wonder Woman and a former member of the Teen Titans) babysat her. Donna was nice, often taking her out for ice cream every afternoon, but nothing like a mother figure. Realizing her tomboyish daughter wasn't living a purposeful life, Diana decided to take nine-year-old Phoebe to Themyscira, where she would learn from the Amazons on Paradise Island. That way, her protege could receive the combat training she desired while Diana herself continued working with the Justice League.

Unfortunately, Paradise Island was anything but. With the death of Hippolyta and Diana's vow to protect the rest of the earth, a new queen had ascended the throne. Much to Wonder Woman's unknowing, she was manipulative, prideful, and very devious. Whenever the demigoddess visited the kingdom to check up on her daughter, she was kind and courteous. But when Diana was gone, the queen convinced her people that Phoebe was a filthy, bastard child. By giving birth to her, Diana had technically broken Aphrodite's decree, which stated that the Amazon women must always keep aloof from men in order to prevent future enslavement. Therefore, Phoebe was treated as a servant - never receiving a proper education, underfed, and always abused. The young human girl did receive a few lessons in swordplay, but it wasn't like the Amazons went easy on her or showed her how to improve. She was warned that if she ever spoke up about the mistreatment to Diana, the two of them would be killed. Therefore, she learned to keep her mouth shut. Not just for her own sake, but for her mother's as well.

But one day, the torture went too far. After being caught stealing two loaves of bread, Phoebe was told that she could either die or receive a "Send Forth" ceremony. A dormant tradition on the island, "Send Forth" ceremonies were occasions where mortal baby girls stranded upon the beach would receive blessings from the Amazons and then be returned to the ocean, where the sea nymph, Thetis, would teleport them back to their homeland. Desperate for her mother's warm embrace, Phoebe agreed to the ritual and packed whatever she could into a small knapsack. The queen and her court led her to the beach, where a small raft bobbed up and down far-off from the shore. Without any blessings or special gifts, Phoebe was instructed to get in the boat and sail away. She trekked through the water, the queen following close behind her. Once Phoebe's feet couldn't touch the sandy bottom, the vile woman grabbed the girl by the throat and began to drown her. Phoebe struggled for her life, hearing the crowd on the beach cheer for her execution every time she was able to raise her head above the water. She was close to death, when suddenly a giant, divine wave came crashing down upon her and the queen. She managed to free herself from the Amazon's grip, swimming to the small boat and escaping just in time. She was found lost at sea three days later, being saved by a helicopter. She was returned to the Justice League and reunited with her mother. After revealing everything that had happened within the two-year period she was gone, Diana vowed that once Phoebe was strong enough, they would defeat the evil queen and reclaim Paradise Island for its own sake.

But Phoebe didn't want to become stronger. In fact, she wanted a normal life away from combat and Greek mythology. It was hard for Diana to accept this at first, but eventually she let her daughter make her own decisions about who she wanted to be. At twelve years old, Phoebe entered the public school system, where she was constantly bullied due to her vulnerable nature. She struggled with a painful inferiority complex until her freshman year of college, where she enrolled at Columbia University. It was there she met Jack Murdock, the protege of Daredevil. After captivating judges while competing on the school's mock trial team, it was he who convinced her to major in law. For the first time in her life, Phoebe felt like she had a purpose.

Because of her willingness to stay in New York and study during winter and summer breaks, she managed to graduate Columbia in two years instead of four. She was able to graduate at the same time as Jack, whom she had become quite close with. He introduced her to the vigilante lifestyle, which she was hesitant about joining initially. However, he convinced her she was powerful enough to save others. She agreed to help, if only to protect him during his late-night endeavors. Word began to spread about their secret crime-fighting, and they both gained something of credible reputations around Manhattan.

After Phoebe and Jack graduated from Harvard and moved back to New York, they both received letters to join the Descendant Academy. Nostalgic for the same challenges he found at Xavier's, Jack immediately made the decision to join the school. But Phoebe was hesitant. After two years of "training" with the Amazons, she wasn't willing to walk into another cunning death trap. Besides, was she even worthy to attend such an institution? She had some combat skills, yes, but barely possessed the glowing reputation of her immortal mother. She couldn't just leave five years of law school behind. So Phoebe decided to stay at the DA office, said goodbye to Jack, and began to create another reputation for herself in the courtroom.

But while he was gone, she still yearned for something more. Turns out Phoebe caught the superhero bug and found a sort of pride in calling herself a vigilante. While working for clients, she decided to intern at a private detective agency in Greenwich Village called Alias Investigations. The woman in charge of the company, Jessica Jones, was a friend of the Murdocks. After some persuasion from his son, Jack's dad was able to convince the former Defender to hire Phoebe on the spot. Jessica was able to teach her a bit about flight and illusion resistance, and showed her how to properly manifest her super strength. She became a mentor for the young woman and was even viewed as something of a mother figure. Phoebe still calls her from time to time for advice.

After a long year, Phoebe Prince finally caved into Jack Murdock's desires and decided to enroll at Descendant Academy. Before she left New York, her mother came to visit and gifted her with the bracelets of submission, lasso of truth, and some old Amazonian armor/weapons. Diana also sent her a horse, which she named Minerva. Now, having been at the academy for just three weeks, Phoebe is hoping to learn the skills that will enable her to become a better hero, reclaim Paradise Island for her mother, and grow into the Wonder Woman she's always wanted to be.







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So begins...

Phoebe Prince'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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Precisely."

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

"That is correct."

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

"Bonnie and Clyde?"

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

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

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

"I heard that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Buzz. Buzz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Certainly."

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

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

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

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

"Wren?" Frankie motioned the cup towards her.

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

***

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

"Me, Mr. McCulloch."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Tell them to come prepared for battle,"

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

"Precisely."

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


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

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

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

Shit.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!..."

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

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

And promptly, the noise ceased.

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

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

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

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

"Incoming call from 'Phoebe - Prince.'"

She was awake.

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

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

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

The sound of her yawn carried throughout the whole floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're kidding, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See ya."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


You're an ass.

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

See you in two minutes.






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But first, she needed to talk to Jack.

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

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

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

"You look nervous."

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

"Yeah...I kinda am."

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god, no."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

***

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

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

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

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

"It's a fucking helmet, Mycroft."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack couldn't stop himself from smiling.

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

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

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

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

"Do we get anything for completing it first?"

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

Music to his ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Partners?"





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

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

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

Well, so much for staying alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say something...talk to him...

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons
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The mission sounds straightforward: get in, get the envelope, get out, all while being unnoticed. However, getting all of that done is another matter. The thought of doing this alone was not a favorable choice. Conrad likes working with other people and he hopes people think he's a good teammate. Looking at all of the other students, Conrad didn't want to choose. Each person had the ability to succeed with him and choosing one would be difficult. He would prefer the stealth approach though, but if it comes to it, he can fight. Killing isn't a goal for Conrad. He prefers stunning or make them unconscious. I'd like someone I can do this with. With his teleportation, he can only go to places he's been before or knows the layout of. He needs someone who can get the two of them in and he can get them out since he'll know the layout after getting the envelope.

Who to choose though? Wren, Jaxon, and Andrew were off the list. All three are too bold, lacking the subtly Conrad needed. Frankie is fun to partner with, but it looked like her and James were together so no for both. T'Chioke would be another appropriate choice, but... it didn't feel right to choose him. Honestly, Conrad didn't want to team up with him. The prince is a great friend, but Conrad knows the panther would rather plan the whole mission himself than listen to anyone else's ideas or suggestions. An X mark there. A lot of heroes here tend to ignore stealth so maybe he should decide on someone who can get them through their opponents.

He narrowed it down to three people: Schuyler, Riley, or Tobias. Magneto’s son’s argument with Mycroft over his helmet didn't go unnoticed by the mutant. Tobias tends to be guarded and not very trusting, but his ability to manipulate metal is nothing short of amazing. He can also sense when guards are approaching due to their auras, allowing Conrad to teleport the two of them to a safer location. However, teleporting takes a drain on his energy if the distance is large. His father trained him to go to four miles when traveling east-to-west and six miles north-to-south, double Kurt's standards. Teleporting can also drain Tobias though if the distance is too long. Schuyler and him both had the ability to teleport, but without knowing the layout of the location that would be useless until they got the envelope. She was better offensively than him, while not overwhelmingly. They both utilized swords for their fighting and Schuyler is a skilled tactician so attacks would be well thought out. The two-demon born have been best friends since arriving so working together wouldn’t be so difficult. Lastly, Riley is also a skilled tactician and his skill with weapons should never be underestimated. Yes, he wasn’t a very high level, but he could be powerful when needed. The two get along well so working together wouldn’t be difficult.

Conrad kept looking back and forth between the three. He couldn’t decide. All three would be fantastic. As he kept pondering, a voice called out to him.
"Conrad!" Schuyler called to him, striding to him in all her Asgardian glory. Her uniform always brings a smile of fondness to his face. "Team up?" She asked with a smirk. I guess I don’t need to choose now. He was relieved on the inside.
“I would love to team up! Dream Team right here!” Conrad held up his hand, waiting for his teammate to return the high five.


So, the Academy decides to toughen training? That was perfectly fine for the prince. He grew weary of sparring with his classmates over and over, feeling no benefit doing the action. A realistic mission would be perfect to assess everyone’s abilities and find the weak points. Choosing whether to partner up provided an interesting choice for himself. T’Chioke is aware he isn’t very liked at the academy. He’s viewed as untrustworthy and uses people for his benefit. All are true, but his reasoning was sound, at least in his mind. There are more important things in life than maintaining meaningless relationships.

The genius’s mind began to race, thinking of suitable partner. Completing the mission by himself wouldn’t be difficult, but partnering up provided a bonding opportunity between him and the person of his choosing. Who to choose is the current question. The son of Magneto was denied before the thought came to T’Chioke’s mind. It doesn’t take super senses to know the men don’t like each other. T’Chioke knows it’s only a matter of time before the supervillain’s son decides to take after his father. How people can trust him baffles the prince. Conrad would be a smart choice, but the two were already close. He didn’t need to bond as much with the boy, though he is fond of him. An indistinguishable situation with Xavier, too. It appears Frankie, James, Wren, and Jack have decided on their companions, not that he would’ve chosen any of them. He did consider Jack, being that he is a friend, a neutral one however. When his eyes landed on her, a brief smile appeared on his lips.

Phoebe.

She would be perfect for his plan. The goal of the exercise is to find the envelope either without getting noticed or destroying the witnesses. The idea of killing the guards wasn’t disturbing nor thrilling to the genius. The job needed to be done and if blood is spilled, it’s a part of the hero lifestyle. Casualties are present in any mission, planned or not. The prince learned that at a very early age.

Ignoring the painful memory, T’Chioke began to formulate his, and soon Phoebe’s, plan. While he could detect smells of any kind, an envelope won’t have an easy scent to pick up. He didn’t want to spend a majority of the mission searching for it so that’s when Phoebe came in. Well, her lasso would come in. The guards must know what they are guarding, at the very least it’s location. Naturally, the guard wouldn’t say of his own free will of the item’s location, but with some persuasion, and Phoebe’s lasso of truth, he’ll give up the location and how to get there. With T’Chioke’s intelligence, he’ll remember everything told by the guard. After gaining said information, her lasso would make the guard forget their encounter and they would send him away. The envelope would most likely be heavily guarded and, knowing Phoebe’s weakness for offensive strategies, T’Chioke’s cloaking technology will allow him to slip past the guards since he will be invisible. The envelope will be kept in his suit, since it’s near indestructible. After that, the plan is escaping. T’Chioke’s acute senses will allow him to detect any approaching guards, allowing the two of them to flee to a safer location. He’s aware Phoebe has a similar ability, however not as potent. In the unlikely event of a group of guards swarming them, the two are skilled to fight. T’Chioke’s aware he will take most of the guards, since he is more comfortable offensively, but Phoebe will make a respectable backup. The two should be in the clear unless any unexpected trials were thrown at them.

Deciding on his brilliant idea after a few seconds of thinking, T’Chioke made his way to the daughter of Diana. He stopped momentarily, seeing his potential partner speaking to Frankie. His chances were slipping every second the two of them talked. The spider was wary of him due to his odd nature when she tried to befriend him. He simply warned her of the dangers of befriending him if her motives were depraved. She began to keep her distance, somewhat, after that conversation. She was only proving his point with the sudden withdrawals. Phoebe is new at the Academy and an ally that T’Chioke is eager to have. He hoped she wouldn’t believe everything people said about him. He didn’t think of himself as bad guy. T’Chioke was doing what he needed to for his country. Surely, the only other royal could understand his thinking. The prince took a deep breathe, placing his most charming expression on his face before approaching the three students.

“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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***


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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You ready?"

She was busy in la la land.

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

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

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

They snorted at the same time.

"That's what she said..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

"Oh. Wow, uh-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stop. You're overthinking this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Unfortunately for Conrad, the high five was not returned. Schuyler decided to do the mission by herself. Was Conrad upset? A little, but he want her to succeed even if it wasn't with him. He watched her walk away, smiling, but the corners of his mouth drooped when she went out the door. Now his old problem was back! Who would be his new partner? Almost everyone was partnered up or going solo. Conrad was bouncing with nervous energy. He didn't want to do the mission by himself. He liked working with a partner, plus he wasn't sure if he could complete the assignment all by himself. The angels of God must be smiling upon him when he noticed Riley walk away from Maura. Why she would turn down a partner like Riley, Conrad would never understand, but if he is available then great for Conrad!

Conrad was about to call out to him when Riley made his way towards the door. NO! If he left before Conrad asked then the half demon would truly be screwed. He hurried after the archer as he went through this door, the cold wind slapping him in the face. Oh no... Nightcrawler's suit was not built for cold weather. "Great freezing to death during a mission." Distracted momentarily by the cold wind, Conrad failed to notice the slight drop when entering the simulation. Conrad's face met a blanket of, thankfully, soft snow. "Perfect. Exactly how to make a good, first impression when asking for a partner. At least, I didn't fall on my swords that would've killed my chances." Jumping to his feet and wiping the snow off his face and uniform, Conrad's signature smile gave his devilish appearance almost a cute look.

"Hey Riley," Still smiling and shaking the snow out of his blue hair, "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!"

Conrad took a moment to take in the simulated Hydra base. It rose twenty stories higher and looked to go deeper underground. He did notice plenty of windows, which worked to his benefit. His teleportation allows him to go to places within his line of sight. He could teleport the two of them right into the building, but they'd probably immediately get swarmed by guards. That could be Riley's call. He's a better tactician than himself.

"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." He took hold of his swords, one in each hand and his tail holding the other. "What do you say, partner?"


Seeing the face Phoebe made when he asked for her to join was both a surprise and unexpected, T’Chioke isn’t the type to ask for help, unless desperate, and Phoebe did look confused. He is aware she’s new to the Academy so it would seem odd to ask the new student to be his partner. Doesn’t mean she’s any less valuable. The daughter of a goddess wouldn’t be overlooked so he had to get her before anyone else.

He watched with a small smile as her spider friend agreed to his partnership for Phoebe. The demigoddess was obviously flustered; it’s becoming more apparent when Frankie nudge her good naturedly and she lost her balance. Phoebe almost bumped into his suit, not that she would’ve done any damage. His suit is made from Vibranium, the strongest metal in the world and biggest export in Wakanda. It was almost comical how big her eyes got and her cheeks growing pink.“Hi,”

“Hello to you too. I was hoping to you agree rather than your friend.” T’Chioke chuckled, trying to make it sound playful. If she didn’t want to partner with him, her loss. “Do all your friends speak for you? The question could’ve been described as rude, but it was an honest question. Being a ruler means speaking your mind, not allowing others to speak for you. It’s a sign of weakness.

The alarms went off, cutting off their conversation. A door suddenly opened with freezing air filling the sub-level. The Black Panther suit is resistant to wintry weather so his body is fine, but due to T’Chioke not wearing his helmet, the wind felt like a slap to the face. An unneeded wakeup call due to his body clock being messed up. A steel door opened, showing a winter wonderland on the other side. T’Chioke loved seeing it, a smile appearing on his face. Snow is rare where he’s from so seeing it brings a warm feeling to his heart, despite the cold temperature.

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

“After you…” Being a gentleman never goes out of style.

Stepping into Stark’s simulation, T’Chioke began to scan the area. He could see large pentagon building. The building rose twenty stories high and, due to his enhanced senses, he could hear more movement underground. Multiple smells filled the air. The smell of people, over five hundred filled his nose. Slipping on his panther helmet, the smells became less overpowering. Next, was planning. Phoebe must’ve thought similarly asking if he had a plan.

“My plan is to find a guard, use that lasso of yours to get the location of the envelope. The guard will forget what happened and go to work. We’ll find the location and then get out. My senses will keep track of an incoming guards that come our way and keep an eye out for any traps.” Getting into the building will be the main objective first. The envelope wouldn’t be kept above ground. It’s probably hidden deeper underneath. “I can go scope out the outer area of the facility. See if there is an entrance that isn’t too heavily guarded.” T’Chioke pressed a few buttons on his suit, suddenly becoming invisible.

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

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

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

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

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

★ ★ ★

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

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

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

"Ah well, least our shift will-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up.

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

Then the alarm rang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You ready for this, Wrenpool?"




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Riley’s plan sounded fine. Conrad would’ve guessed it would be lower or underground, but he trusted Riley’s gut. "Sounds good! Hopefully, we find it soon." Placing his other sword in his left hand, Conrad laid his hand on Riley’s shoulder, preparing to taking them inside. He spied a window on what looked like the eighteenth floor. Imagining the two of them on the other side of the window, Conrad readied himself to take them there.

"Up we go!" Within a blink of an eye, Conrad found himself and his partner out of the snowy forest and into a long hallway with several closed doors along the right wall. No guards appeared to be present now, but that could change at any moment. "I’ll take the first door and you get the second?"

Putting his ear to the door, Conrad couldn’t hear any movement or talking in the room. The door was unlocked and led into what seemed to be a planning room. The walls were covered with field strategies and the cabinets were filled with files on different heroes and Hydra recruits. The massive, dining table showed blueprints of different Hydra weapons and vehicles. One of the papers on the table was a roster of the routes the guards would be taking. Twenty guards appeared to be on this floor and as the floor number went down, the number of guards went up. Valuable information for later. He’d have to show Riley. He couldn’t find anything about an envelope or anything to lead towards it. Maybe Riley had better luck? Conrad did quick work of teleporting into the other room.

“I haven’t found anything. You?”

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Once his suit dawned the invisibility feature, T’Chioke scanned the building to decide his approach. He was so focused on the Hydra building that he would’ve missed the watchtower if Phoebe hadn’t have mentioned. He smiled to himself, I made a good choice. Her plan to take out the one guard in the tower to get information was smart. When Phoebe turned around to seek his approval on the plan, she must’ve not realized he was invisible.

“Good plan. I knew I made the right choice.”

T’Chioke could’ve planned something better, but it was a team assignment. If he did all the work, like he normally does, then Mycroft would’ve failed them both. Her idea did have merit and he will give credit where it is due. T’Chioke began to move towards the building, only his footprints giving away his true position. ‘I have to keep an eye on that.’ Watching his footing, he approached the building seeing a small amount of soldiers patrolling the grounds. Many smells hit T’Chioke’s nose as he got closer. Most of them were coming from inside the building so most of the guards must be inside. Despite being invisible, T’Chioke put himself behind a pillar was away from the eyes of guards. He began to listen in on a pair of guards who were speaking in what sounded like English, but with a heavy German accent, a language T’Chioke doesn’t speak.

I can’t believe we are stuck outside. Thankfully, the aufzug nearby and we can get out of this saukalt.

A possible entrance? The two guards were currently on their own. The next group was far enough away they wouldn’t see him. Taking a breath, T’Chioke let out a low whistle from behind the building pillar, knowing the guards would take the bait and not call for reinforcements. He was correct when the two guards made their over to the pillar. Before the guards had a chance to speak, T’Chioke, still invisible, punch one the guard’s in the face, knocking him straight to unconscious. The next guard he tackled to the ground, placing his left forearm on his neck applying enough pressure to make it difficult for him to breathe. His right hand, covered his mouth so he wouldn’t make any noise. The frantic look in the guard’s eyes at not knowing what’s attacking him brought a small smile to the prince’s lips.

“I will ask this once: what is the aufzug and where is it? If you lie to me, I’ll know and then I’ll rip your throat out.”

The guard’s eyes remained frightened. T’Chioke knew he heard him. The scent of fear and urine filled the air. T’Chioke pressed harder on the guard’s windpipe.

“An elevator! It’s about 20 feet from here. You need a key card to get it to work. It goes to any floor in the building. It has cameras and is watched by other guards.”

“Thank you and good night.” Like his partner, T’Chioke punched him in the face. The guard slumped down, eyes closing. They smelled alive so they would be fine in a few hours, not that they were real. Quickly, T’Chioke searched both guards, finding two key cards and two .44 Magnum revolvers, fully loaded. Following the guard’s instructions and taking their things, T’Chioke found the elevator. Before using the keycards, T’Chioke used his strength to try opening the elevator. As silently as possible, he pried the doors open, seeing the dark shaft of the elevator. Phoebe and him could take the elevator, but risk sounding the alarm. They could try to figure out how to switch it off somehow, but that would signal the guards. Or they could go down the elevator shaft, but could get turned around if someone decided to use the elevator. He’ll run both plans by Phoebe, see what she thinks. Returning to the unconscious guards, T’Chioke covered them both with snow so the bodies wouldn’t alert any other guards.
T'Chioke began to make his way to the watchtower. His footprints were covered as soon as they were made until he made his way into the woods. Before getting in the tower, he turned off his invisibility, not wanting to alarm his partner. T’Chioke climbed into the tower, seeing the guard Phoebe took out. He nodded his head in approval before moving to a table Phoebe was hunched over. Blueprints and detailed papers about the guards and their weapons covered the large table. The prince couldn’t help, but snort. This was almost too easy.

“I found an elevator we can use to go to any floor in the building. It has a camera installed inside so we’d have to disable it somehow. It would tip off the guards who are monitoring it, though. Or we could the elevator shaft until we get to a floor closest to the envelope, but we would have to prepare for another group of guards trying to use the elevator. I think we should ride the shaft. It holds the least risk of sounding the alarm. It might take longer though.”




"Ms. J’onzz?"

The British sounding A.I. didn’t register for several minutes. Looking out the window of her penthouse and viewing the city, the otherworldly female was so lost in thought the alarm didn’t register. She had nightmare early about her father. The way the fire overtook as he screamed in pain and all Ja’zmyn could do was watch. How it was all her fault. How she brutalized the man who betrayed her. The memory kept her awake for days and occupied.

“What is it, Jarvis?”

Your presence is required on sub-level 23. Your mentors request that you be present and dress for battle. I’m afraid I’ve been calling out for thirty minutes. You are very late, miss.

[color=1c6a01]"I will be down soon. They can deal with me how they see fit."[/color]

Ja’zmyn stayed in her pajamas as she decided to phase down to the sublevel. She didn’t bother changing clothing since she would change into her alien form for the mission. With a close of her eyes, Ja’zmyn let herself drop down to the sublevel. With her ability to phase through solid matter and fly, she wasn’t concerned about the possibility of hurting herself. The sublevel was empty as she expected. Looking at the three mentors, Ja’zmyn began to speak to the fellow telepath, through her mind.

What is the mission?

You are to infiltrate a simulated Hydra base which is reinforced with hundreds of soldiers. 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. The envelope must not be damaged in any way. You can fold it to put in a pack or pocket, but no burns, tears, water damage, etc. You also may not open the envelope. The contents are highly secretive and delicate. 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. Since you are the last to arrive, you will have to complete this mission yourself."

With a nod of her head, Ja’zmyn entered the simulation. Piece of cake.

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The mission wasn’t difficult with her set of skills. The freezing cold climate did affect her enough to be uncomfortable, but not to stop her. Changing into her alien form , Ja’zmyn quickly turned invisible, allowing herself to enter the base without being seen. The building itself was huge! She wouldn’t expect anything less from a Hydra. Flying just enough for her feet not to touch the ground, Ja’zmyn moved closer to the entrance of the base. What looked like fifty guards patrolled the outer area of Hydra’s grounds, but none noticed the invisible alien. Ja’zmyn would’ve chuckled to herself if it would be heard by the guards. Humans were such easy things to trick. They think themselves to be superior, but would faint at the sight of her or her powers. Such fragile creatures.

Finding the mainframe was not difficult. Ja’zmyn phased down since she remembered Mycroft ‘say’ the mainframe was in the basement. Her phasing abilities made passing through the floors to go down easy. The envelope was guarded by a three-foot thick door made of bulletproof glass and four guards, two on either side. With a small sigh, the still invisible Ja’zmyn phased through the glass with no effort. The guards didn’t notice her, but they would see an envelope suddenly disappear. She would be out before they would notice it was missing and they had no proof anyone had been there. As quick as she got in, Ja’zmyn was back in the forest and then into the sublevel of Descendants Academy.

Passing the envelope to Mycroft, she sat down, nodding to Caitria who she guessed got done first. Nodding to her, Ja’zmyn sat down, looking at Mycroft expantantly as if to say what’s my grade.

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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: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Ja'zmyn J'onzz
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Within seconds of teleporting into the room, Conrad knew the mission would soon be over. Several surveillance cameras lined the wall, each showing a different floor of Hydra’s base. One screen showed, what looked like, three guards standing along a glass wall. An excited grin crept onto Conrad’s face, like a child who just heard an ice cream truck. ‘Just the break we need.’

Riley’s idea would work well enough if he was able to fire once they got into the room. Too much teleportation could cause fatigue if done often. Riley’s dizziness after teleporting into the building didn’t go unnoticed, but babying the Baby Hawk would’ve caused unnecessary tension between them.

“As long as I can see where I’m going, I can get us there. Just be prepared to fire once we’re there. We won’t have a lot of time before they signal the alarm. I know my ability makes it difficult for huma-” Realizing what he was about to say could be taken as offense, Conrad tried to remove the foot from his mouth. “Not that you’ve been difficult! You’re doing a fantastic job and you’re a great partner! I just meant that I’m making things difficult, not you. I haven’t done much just moving us around and you’re actually planning all this and I’m just… going to teleport us now.”

Taking a sword in his left hand and tail, Conrad teleported the two of them to the room, avoiding conversation. Conrad quickly took out the first guard, slashing his stomach. The second reached for his gun, but not before Conrad teleported onto him, pulling the guard into a chokehold. Once in the chokehold, Conrad teleported again to the ceiling, latching himself with his suction disks while dropping the second guard onto his friend who he previously cut. Both guard rendered disabled; one with fatigue from teleporting and the other from the weight on his friend falling onto him. Checking on his partner, Riley had taken out the other guard. With a thumbs up, Conrad teleported behind the glass wall, retrieving the envelope before returning to Riley’s side.

“I knew we could do it! First round on me!” With a smile and a hand on his shoulder, Conrad teleported them out of Hydra and back into the sublevel of their academy. His smile turned to concerned look of horror seeing Wren unconscious on the floor. “Is she alright? What happened?”

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When Phoebe began to disagree with his idea, T’Chioke wanted to argue. His plan held some risk, but disabling the camera would tip off the guards, blowing their cover. Riding the elevator shaft provided the least risks and with their combined strength, getting crushed wasn’t a possibility. The only reason he didn’t was when she mentioned the key cards’ ability to turn off cameras and the alarms. Not knowing that, the prince’s listened to her idea, interest piqued. Her strategy was solid, had a few risks, but nothing the two couldn’t handle. The prince showed approval with nod since his panther helmet didn’t allow him to show expressions.

What he didn’t expect was for Phoebe to take out a cellphone. He understood when she took a picture of the map, but was further confused when she gestured for him to come closer. It looked like she was taking a ‘selfie’ as the Americans called it. The fade never made its way to Wakanda. Still confused, T’Chioke cocked his head to the side. He looked more like grumpy cat than the confused cat he was. Her explanation made little sense to the prince. “If he thinks he can sneak up on me, I’ll let him test his luck.”

Guarding the door took little effort after Phoebe entered the vents, invisible again, T’Chioke watched as guards went by. All of them trapped in their simulated world, not realizing they were infiltrated. When out of the room came what looked like a Hydra soldier, T’Chioke worried his partner had been defeated. His worry of failing the assignment, and his partner’s condition not that he would admit it, was erased when he heard a feminine voice.

“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. 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."

“If being a hero doesn’t work out, Hydra has a uniform ready. T’Chioke quipped, one of his rare attempts at a joke.

Once on the elevator, everything was smooth sailing until more Hydra guards appeared. T’Chioke told a silent prayer to the Panther god that the mission wasn’t screwed. When the guards spoke to Phoebe in German, he prepared himself to attack. A fight in an elevator doesn’t go well, usually. T’Chioke’s god must have answered his prayer when the guards left and no alarm appeared to have triggered. Upon finding the room, T’Chioke unsheathed his claws. Cutting through the bulletproof glass would take a bit longer, but it was safer than finding a guard and risk getting caught.

Getting to work, he was stopped momentarily by Phoebe’s question. T’Chioke knew of Phoebe’s mother and she was a ruler of a hidden nation. Wakanda is just as mysterious, known by the world, but not truly understood. The question was simple, but the answer is far more complicated. “Sacrifice. Everything you do is for the people of your country. You don’t get to think about yourself when you have thousands depending on you. It can be like walking through a minefield at times. If you make a wrong step, you not only hurt yourself, but the people counting on you. Not very inspiring, but ruling a nation isn’t something anyone can do.”

Letting Phoebe take in his words, T’Chioke used the silence to concentrate on the glass. His claws cut a large hole through the glass, enough to fit himself through. It took only seconds and a careful push for the large glass hole to fall from the wall. The sound of glass shattering was diminished somewhat, but guards would come check it out any minute. Grabbing the envelope and placing it in his suit, T’Chioke hurried to exit with his partner.

“Let’s get out of here.”


Watching everyone scurry around Wren was humorous to the young alien. The girl had the power to heal herself so a few glass shards weren’t going to kill her. The assassin’s daughter would more than likely have some words for the people worrying over her. Ja’zmyn would’ve offered her help to remove the glass shards, but the speedster already volunteered one of the other telekinetic powered people to do it.

“Is she alright? What happened?” The blue demon suddenly appeared with the school’s archer right beside him. It almost comical how something with such a devil like appearance could look so concerned. Not the Ja’zmyn had any room to judge on appearance. Without her human appearance, she would be just as terrifying.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” The words sounded colder than she meant, but it was true. However long it took Wren to heal, she would be fine. Seeing the coffee pot, Ja’zmyn moved towards it. She always keeps instant hot chocolate on her so now seemed like a perfect time for a drink. Before grabbing the cup, she made sure to be as far from Jaxon as she could. ‘Not getting burned today.’

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Xavier Strange
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"Oy, ya prick. She's got healin' abilities. What er ya freakin' out fer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not without a phone you won't!"

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

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

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

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

And who was he? Why, none other than the Prince of Wakanda.




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are cordially invited to...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

This was absolutely ridiculous. "Listen, Phoebe-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. Now explain this."

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

"So I've gathered."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Ms. Prince."

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

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

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More continued to pile in while Nathaniel retreated more and more into the back corner of the room in silence. He felt a bit suffocated with how many students were there now. He hoped they'd be dismissed soon so he could hide away in his room working on his experiments until their next training. Nothing sounded better than hiding away in his lab right now.

It seemed his prayers had been answered when Mycroft, Alfred, and Phil announced they could all open their envelopes. Nathaniel didn't leave where he was to read it. He already had his suspicions it would be something he would prefer to stay out of. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?" It was worse than he thought. He'd have to show up to a social event and wear a monkey suit. He sure hoped there was a way out of it though it seemed no one has a choice in the matter. Why did it have to be a ball invitation? Why couldn't it just be a coupon for pizza? Or a week off from training?

Nathaniel was too lost in his thoughts to even realize Frankie approached him. "Hey... Umm... I'm heading up to my room, Phoebe might be coming. I just thought I'd see if you wanted to come hang out with us. You don't have to, just thought I'd offer." She patted his upper arm while Nathaniel tried to process how to even respond to her. "And good job in their partner." He ended up just standing there with flushed cheeks in dead silence only making the interaction more awkward until she walked back to her friends.

He continued to stand there for a few more moments while Frankie talked with her friends. He waited until all of them began to leave before finally approaching Frankie though he did catch the end of what Phoebe had to say. "I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more." Nathaniel's cheeks flushed an even brighter red than before. He debated turning around and running off right there but instead he tapped Frankie's shoulder gave her a nervous smile. He didn't say anything but motioned for them to go ahead and head upstairs.

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Bohemian Rhapsody. Always a classic. It was always difficult being angry when you had Queen blasting in your ears. So, Wren tried her best to let the song calm her down... At least a little. On one end of the spectrum, yes, she understood the importance of that simulation. Practice handling numerous opponents, having to get something critical without it being damaged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Ms. Wilson?"

"Who did this?!"

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

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

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

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

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

She rolled her eyes cursing under her breath. Not because Jack texted her... But that she didn't see the fucking text until after she showered and got into pajamas. Wren groaned staring down at her phone, but her thumbs didn't move to text. "Just say, 'Not hungry. What's so important you can't just ask me now?'... It's that easy." But her thumbs didn't move. She'd bet money that he was still worried about lingering glass shards or something. Petra was thorough. Plus, she heals. Even without Witchy Junior's help, she would have been fine in a couple hours.

But... Wren being the attention whore she is... only on occasions. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to crash the dick party up in Jack's room. It always seemed like they were scared of ovaries or something. So, why not crash that testosterone bash with a little bit of estrogen and an extra helping of crazy. She didn't even bother texting Jack back. It's not as much of a surprise when you're expected. She tucked her phone in the elastic band of her pajama shorts and headed out of her room towards the elevator.

... Plus... I'm fucking starving.



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Tobias wasn't really in the mood to take a thousand stairs up to his penthouse. But, he supposed it gave him a chance to clear his mind. And so far the only other person crazy enough to take the stairs up... dozens of floors was Wren Wilson, who never gets tired. He only made it up two flights before he heard the door open and a voice shout up to him. "Tobias! Tobias!"

He knew who it was without even looking. Petra was the only person in the academy who'd willingly chase after him. And she was probably the only person he wouldn't ignore and just keep walking. Tobias sighed softly, walking up to the railing. He leaned over it, looking down at the redhead. "Look... I'm fine, don't worry—"

"Come with me to the ball. As my date," Petra called up to him, cutting him off. "We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side."

Tobias' hands clenched the railing as he took a deep breath. He knew she didn't mean it like that... But that's how everyone else saw it. Was he on their side? A majority of the academy looked at him like he was a spy. Maybe he should just fall into their expectations. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't hurt so much, or leave him conflicted like he is. Or... He could try to help keep the academy functioning the way it is. Show himself as an ally to the Descendants. Which was he? Spy... Or ally? He didn't even know. He hasn't given Magneto anything, but it was only a matter of time before Mystique couldn't keep him from prying.

"Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."

What if he is right to keep me away? Tobias didn't say it though. Uttering something like that was dangerous and only made his fears a reality. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. "You don't want to go with your... uncle. I'll think on it, Petey... But you don't need to feel obligated to go with me. If there's someone else you'd rather go with, then go with them." He smiled towards her, giving a slight wave of his hand before continuing to ascend the stairs.

He could have gone to his penthouse. That's where he spent most of his time anyways. But because of that, is why Tobias continued to climb the stairs going higher than his own floor. He didn't know if he really wanted to be accessible. He appreciated Petra's offer, but he didn't need others either affirming Mycroft was right, or worse... giving him a pity party.

Next thing he knew, he was on the roof. The rooftop pool's neon lights softly changed through the different colors, illuminating the undisturbed water. It looked like it was ready for a hoard of rowdy young adults to blast music, throw each other in the water and drink until they pass out on the lawn chairs. Everything was perfectly oriented and clean. When was the last time any of them were up here? It's not like the mentors really gave them time for leisure swimming. Most of them were exhausted and just slept until their next training session.

Tobias walked over to the unmanned tiki bar. He walked around the counter and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. He popped the cap on the edge of the bar and took a drink as he slowly made his way to a lone lawn chair on the farthest corner of the roof. After adjusting the back, he laid down on it and stared up at the sky. It's dark navy and purple melting into warm pinks and oranges showing that the sun wass about to rise. Beautiful.

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"Eh. You girls have fun," Riley said as he ducked away.

"Girls and guy," Frankie corrected sarcastically while motioning to Nathan. "Unlike your group... We don't exclude based on gender," she teased, sticking her tongue out towards him playfully.

"We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."

"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" Phoebe called after Riley as he walked away.

"You know where my room is. Just stop by if it ends up being too much bro for you up there," Frankie added with a wave towards him as he disappeared into dude-ville. Her gaze drifted to Phee as she addressed her.

"I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more."

Frankie's jaw dropped in a teasingly offended manner. But the minute she saw Nathaniel was standing behind her, she snapped her jaw shut. Her cheeks turned bright red. "... His name is Nathaniel," was the best comeback she had to Phoebe's comment as her friend walked away towards the elevator.

When she felt Nathaniel tap her on the shoulder, Frankie tried to shake off her embarrassment as best as she could before turning and facing him. She gave him a bright smile before cupping her hands together. He didn't say anything, but motioned his hand towards the elevators as if a silent 'after you.' She waited a long moment or two after Jack and Phoebe's elevator head up before pressing the button. There was some awkward tension that she didn't want to be in the middle of in that lift ride.

As they waited, she looked over to Nathaniel. "Looks like it's just us." Frankie half smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm not an amazing chef like Murdock... But I have poptarts and bagels... And coffee." She giggled. It wasn't much of an offer, but it was something. After all, how long would all of them last once they were actually sitting down. She figured it wouldn't even be an hour before they all pass out in her penthouse once the fatigue hits them.

The elevator finally arrived. Thank god for Stark tech. The lifts in the tower were exceptionally faster than in any other building she's been in before. After they stepped in, Ross filed in with them. "Are you going to Jack's?"

Ross nodded his head. "Aye, I am," he said followed by a large yawn.

"We aren't part of the cool crowd, Nate," Frankie teased, playfully nudging Nathaniel.

"Eh, you wouldn't have fun anyways. They're all idiots... Includin' myself. Plus, we'll all probableh eat then pass out at the table," Ross laughed as he rubbed his eyes. "I'd wager we all bitch 'bout the gala. Then Jaxon will talk about which 'hot' lass he intends on askin' to be his date... And then some mild freakin' out when they all realize they ain't got any penguin suits."

Frankie laughs looking between Ross and Nathaniel. "Guess a lot of the guys will be going tux shopping once the sun is up."

"Not meh," Ross smiled, stretching as the elevator started to slow as it approached Jack's floor. "Figured I need one at some point. So, while they be shoppin'... I'll be sleepin'." The elevator doors opened. "See ya, Frankie." He then patted Nathaniel on the shoulder, before exiting the lift. "See ya man. You should hang with us idiots sometime... We're not always horrible company." He waved to them before disappearing down the hall as the doors close.

The next floor was hers, thankfully. Frankie was dying to get out of her suit and into comfy clothes. She lead Nathaniel down the hall, and opened the door to her penthouse for him. "It's nothing special or crazy like some of the others." She closed the door after him. Her condo had a large open layout with the kitchen to the right. Since it was only her, she never had a need for a dining room table and instead opted for an island with bar. To the left there was a step down to the living room area with a large sectional couch and decent sized TV. And then of course, passed that was her giant lab which took up a majority of her penthouse... Then a tiny bedroom in a distant corner.

"If you don't mind, I'm dying to get into some jams." Frankie smiled. "Make yourself at home. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, or cable... Or... Umm yeah that's about it, besides my lab." She laughed softly. "Be right back."

With that she disappeared towards the back end of her penthouse, going into her bedroom. Frankie changed into some more comfortable clothes. Once dressed, she made her way to the bathroom. With a sigh, she turned on the faucet, running some hot water. She washed her face, then grabbed a hand towel to wipe off the access water. As she removed the towel from her face, she screamed seeing a red hydra symbol, on her bathroom mirror. Without a moments hesitation, she used the towel to wipe it from the mirror, then threw it in the trash.

She put down the toilet lid and sat, trying to catch her breath. Why in the hell was there a Hydra symbol... In my bathroom!? Frankie kept trying to calm herself down. Reassuring herself that it was part of some extensive, slightly insane training mechanism to always keep them on their toes or something... Whatever it was. She didn't like that someone had been in her penthouse.



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"Ross. I don't suppose you'd want this as a keepsake?" His gaze fell to the invitation in Petra's hand. It was visibly scorched... Most likely from her temper or something. Everyone was a little ticked that the simulation was basically for an invitation to an uppity gala. He parted his lips to respond, but Petra took the words out of his mouth. "Never mind. I'll keep it." She shoved it back into the envelope quickly.

"Yeah, that's an idea," Petra said in response to his comment. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me."

Ross sensed a little bit of light hearted teasing in her voice. He gave his best smile, shrugging slightly. "Blood before Scots," he teased. His gaze followed her hand as she touched his shoulder. He gave a small nod of his head towards her before she hurried off after Tobias.

Once she was in the stairwell out of ear shot, Ross cursed to himself under his breath. "Fuckin' idiot," he scoffed with a sigh. Sure, he should have taken the opportunity to maybe ask to her to gala before giving her the idea to take Tobias. But, that'd be selfish... And he'd feel guilty... And feel bad for Tobias... So, instead self loathing and ass kicking.

Then there was a spontaneous Chewbacca roar that came from his pocket. Ross' brows furrowed as his hands felt around his various pockets until he found his cellphone. He illuminated the screen to a new text message...

New text message from : The Horny Devil
"Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass."


Ross glared towards Jack, seeing him in the elevator after he read the message. "Oy! I was right—" He started to shout towards Jack but the elevator doors shut and cut him off. "I'm standin' right here beside ya... But you fuckin' text meh. Unbelievable," he groaned to himself as he walked down the hall towards the elevators. "Couldn't even hold the fuckin' lift for me... Arsehole." He groaned as he pressed the button.

He road the lift up with Frankie and Nathaniel, before trudging down the hall like a zombie towards Jack's room. Of course, when Ross gets to the dill hole's room and knocks... He isn't there. He sighs, leaning back agains the wall opposite of the door. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sitting on the floor. He gets out his phone and lethargically taps his thumbs against the screen.

Compose text message to : The Horny Devil
"How in da hell em I at yer room before ya? If yer not here in da next 5 minutes I'm breakin' down the door."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Compose text message to : The Cool Descendants
"Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He continued his cooking, working the blender to fix up some good old-fashioned hollandaise sauce. In the meantime, Ross chattered away. "Eh mate, I'm going stag," he answered Riley, who had slid off the couch and was now spread across the hardwood floor like a rug.

"It's gonna snow pink. You're actually going stag, Ross?" Jack chortled, "I don't believe that for a second."

His friend turned to Riley. "You could go with meh? We'd be the sexiest couple there... I mean look at meh."

"Ew," Jack deadpanned after glancing over his shoulder into Ross's "seductive" face. The hollandaise sauce complete, it was time to poach the eggs. Swiftly, he cracked a few into a small bowl, then slipped them into the saucepan of boiling water. "Jack could round it up to 'n uneven three... 'da sexy amigos'," Ross scratched his scruff while the Devil of Hell's Kitchen began to toast the english muffins and taste the lemony hollandaise. It was creamy and rich - just right. With his enhanced taste, everything needed to be precise. Saying Jack was "picky" when it came to eating was an understatement. As a child, his taste buds were more sensitive than Gordon Ramsay's.

"But I think pretteh boy over here has someone else in mind." The Mirror Master shot him a sideways glance. Maybe inviting Ross to the penthouse was a bad idea...he was rowdier than a morning lark."Yeah. Your theoretical sister." No amount of friendly teasing would pry open details of his personal life. Even with good friends, he kept quiet about that stuff. Especially if it involved sappy romance.

Besides, it seemed unlikely Wren would make an appearance. Many minutes had passed and she had yet to answer his text. She was probably asleep in her bed, where any sane person would go after simulations. Then again, Wren never slept. Nor was she sane. Who knew what she was off doing at this hour. Probably watching more movies, eating more popcorn...

"I think I have a suit for tomorrow. I'll have to check my-"

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. Could it be...

"I'm letting myself in." Not the voice he'd been expecting. Caitria Allen twisted the doorknob and strutted into his penthouse, her platinum blonde hair glowing in the light. "Hope you're all decent." The round of silence that followed wasn't awkward, but it was certainly unprecedented. Unless she also had enhanced senses, there was no way Caitria could've known about the breakfast soirée happening on this floor. Unless...

"What did you do now, McCulloch?" Inside his wildly buzzing phone, Jack found the catalyst of Caitria's unexpected arrival...

New text message from : The Mirror Fuckin' Masterrrr
"Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite."


Well, now it would really be a party. "This isn't IHop, Ross! You can't just expect me to prepare breakfast for the whole academy! I have no qualms with more guests, but you should've asked before-"

"I brought the parasites." Caught off guard, he crashed into the refrigerator, a slough of magnets falling to the floor. So she had received his message after all. "Heyyyyy..." Slightly-nervous smile etched onto his lips, he scratched a hand across the back of his head. Wren had motioned to other friends she'd brought along, but they weren't visible from behind the doorframe. All he saw was her. Jack brushed the collection of NYC magnets under the fridge and tried to play it cool, returning to his culinary masterpiece.

"What's so important you couldn't just ask me over text?" She leaned over his shoulder, inhaling the many scents wafting from his countertop and stove. He was almost done assembling the eggs benedict...she'd arrived at a perfect time. "What's that over there?" He honestly thought Wren was pointing her finger at Phoebe's lonely shield and was just about to explain what had happened...when he turned back to find her chewing on a strip of bacon. How typical. "Hey, that doesn't come cheap, y'know. Save some for the rest of us, Wrenpool..."

"I'm nearly healed, horns," she said from atop his counter while opening her cardigan, flashing a sports bra to the penthouse's small audience. For modesty's sake, he kept his eyes low, focusing on the english muffins meant for Ross, Riley, and now Caitria. Not to say his whole attention was on the food..."So, if that was your question...You can get your panties out of a bunch. I'm fine." Wren smirked, then held the piece of bacon out towards him. He took a bite, his eyes on hers while he chewed, and smirked back.

"Damn, I'm a good cook...Anyways, yes. I know you're all right. You've made that apparent many times now..." He grabbed a few plates from inside his cabinet and began placing his finished creations on top of each white surface. They were warm, gooey, tender, and with the rich hollandaise sauce he poured on top of each muffin, glowing. Perhaps Riley would regain his strength after taking a bite. "...But that's not what I wanted to ask you. Mind if we talk in private? Far from this madding crowd..."

Before allowing the guests to help themselves to the breakfast, Jack carried a plate of eggs benedict over to the earthbound Riley. "Watch the door for me, okay?" he whispered to him, "and make sure Ross doesn't invite the Avengers next." He led Wren to the hallway inbetween his bedroom and bathroom. Shaded with grey shadows, it provided a fair amount of quietude and seclusion. He would've taken her to hallway outside the penthouse, but seeing as Ross sent a mass text to the whole damn school...well, he didn't want to embarrass Wren in front of any other teasing friends.

"So uh...I really enjoyed working with you. You saved my ass today and I'm grateful for that." He gazed over his shoulder to make sure no one was peeking around the corner. Might as well get right to the point..."I'd really like for us to hang out again and so I was wondering...do you want to go to the dance with me tomorrow?"



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Three knocks on the door, and she was in. "Hello, Mycroft."

"Ms. Prince," he said without even raising his gaze to look her way. After a moment or two, Mycroft finally glanced up. "Well, come in and have a seat... Or, linger in the doorway if you prefer."

She took the empty chair in front of his desk. It was smaller than she expected, and quite plain. Not much more than the desk and a few chairs for company...If he ever had company. It made sense why he seemed so angry all the time; how could you be happy in a concrete box without windows? Where the windows should have been were several monitors that flicked through different surveillance footage of the academy. One showed the lobby of the building, another the training ground, multiple focused on the different students throughout the building and the last of the roof where Tobias sat and Thaelia just joined.

"Right, then," she started, straightening her posture. A stern expression, the one she typically donned in court, faded over her fine features. Athena, guide me looped through her subconscious like a turning record. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "Mr. Xavier, I have heard some distressing news from a close confidante of mine: you intend to restrict Tobias Lehnsherr from attending the gala tomorrow. Is that true?"

Mycroft put down what he was doing, now giving Phoebe his undivided attention. "I do not see how this concerns you, but yes... That is correct."

She crooked her head to the side. "May I ask why?"

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You know who Tobias' father is I take it?... A criminal. Magneto leads the strongest and most dangerous force in the world at this current moment. The Brotherhood is nothing to brush off or ignore. Humans, heroes and mutants alike have been trying to take him down for decades. But fighting one of the most powerful men alive is not easy." Mycroft cupped his hands together before him, pausing momentarily. "Tobias is just as strong, if not stronger. His allegiances, as of now, are unknown. It is not safe to have the son of a terrorist faction in the same room as U.N. officials. The Brotherhood wants the removal of humans to allow for their evolutionary superiors to take over. Having him around Thaddeus or any other important human is dangerous."

"Actually, I disagree, sir. I have only attended this academy for three weeks, but I know my peers. Tobias Lehnsherr and I may not be close," she stared down at her knees, her pale fingers wringing together, "but I can tell he's a man of good character. Not to cast judgements upon him, but he usually keeps to himself whenever in crowds. I don't see him recruiting mutants into the Brotherhood, unlike his father. I haven't heard anything suspicious about Tobias Lehnsherr. It's wrong to persecute a son for the sins of his father, wouldn't you agree?" Surely he had to. Considering the nasty rumors floating around about Charles Xavier - the fake deaths, sending a group of young mutants to their demise, putting the X-Men in unnecessary danger after feigning power loss - Mycroft had to relate.

"But you just admitted to not knowing him well," Mycroft replied. "Three weeks Ms. Prince, that's all you know. We have students who have been here from the beginning. Believe it or not, Wren Wilson's judgement would carry more weight than your own." His face seemed to harden a bit at the mention of fathers. At least something got to him. "And everyone is judged on the actions of their parents, if you believe anything else then you're lying to yourself."

She had to keep herself from snorting. If anyone were to judge Phoebe on the noble actions of her parent, they'd be sorely disappointed. She was far different and underwhelming compared to the fierce spirit that was her mother. "If you restrict Tobias Lehnsherr from the gala, it would only be fair to ban the descendants of other criminals as well. Bane, General Zod, Toxin, Poison Ivy...their children received acceptance letters. And despite their parents' records being far from squeaky-clean, they have permission to attend the gala tomorrow evening. Aren't those criminals also involved in shadowy organizations and activities, just like Magneto? It would appear there is a double standard, Mr. Xavier. And if you think Thaddeus Ross or any other U.N. officials won't notice it tomorrow, you are gravely mistaken."

She crossed her ankles, quickly taking a breath before Mycroft could take the next word. "The purpose of the gala is to convince the U.N. the academy does not need government control or surveillance and is a safe environment, correct?. Thaddeus Ross and his cohorts aren't blind. They're going to search for something out of line, and if they discover one student has been excluded from the illustrious event due to his father's ties to the Brotherhood of Mutants, that's going to seem very suspicious. How can you show Descendant Academy has nothing to hide when you're hiding something? It could be grounds to shut down the school."

She peered deep into his dark brown eyes, trying to discern the meaning behind his stoic glare. If only she could crack through Mycroft's bald head and analyze the turning cogs of his mind, perhaps she'd know how to win him over easier. "Then what would you suggest Ms. Prince? I could just remove them all from the gala, hell, the academy. Let the spawns of some of the most dangerous people walk about the streets. I'm sure that's safe. Or better yet, show off Lehnsherr like a show dog on a leash. He has no friends here, Ms. Prince. No one to vouch as a character witness, so I can't take that chance. Nathaniel Bane, Lilith Isley, Ross McCulloch, Ulrich Zod and the rest of them do. They've made friends, at least attempted to be part of what we're trying to make here. Tobias Lehnsherr sits in his penthouse not speaking to anyone aside from his niece between training sessions. I don't think that proves that he is anything other than a plant at this school."

But sometimes you don't get a choice in friendship, Phoebe wanted to say. She gazed over at the monitor behind him, watching Tobias and Thaleia on the roof. Well, he certainly wasn't alone now. She believed he was trying. He had to be. It was the students who were too afraid to become friends with him, not the other way around. "Let Tobias into the gala. Maybe don't put him on a leash, but show Thaddeus Ross you are grooming him, as well as the other descendants of criminals, for heroism. Show him they are setting better examples than their parents. As my good friend, Frankie Parker, would say, 'with great power comes great responsibility.' Show Ross and his associates the academy is instilling responsibility into each student as well as allowing them to reach their full potentials as gifted individuals, and I can guarantee you this place will be running without a hitch for many more years. And say the worst case scenario is true: that Tobias Lehnsherr is loyal to his father's infamous cause - it would still be unwise to exclude him from the gala. If he runs off and tells Magneto about the discrimination he faced at Descendant Academy, that only gives the Brotherhood grounds to attack the school, since we'd be proving their ideology. We wouldn't want to do that - it would lead to more trouble than it's worth."

While she waited for Mycroft's response, a response she knew would be tainted in opposition, two things twirled inside her mind. The first was a strong piece of advice a Harvard professor had given her and Jack many moons ago. When it comes to negotiation, anticipate your adversary's strongest counterpoint and prevent them from pounding it with a self-interesting deal. Mycroft was a stubborn man. If someone was untrustworthy to him, there was no use trying to convince him of that person's natural goodness. No way she could sway his opinions with a few pretty words: she needed to influence him with action as well. The second thing was a word of wisdom she had been given mere minutes ago: a nine-letter word called sacrifice, to be specific. If T'Chioke's mantra could allow him the successful management of a nation, it could allow her the managment of this tension-filled encounter. She knew what she needed to propose. Her heart didn't want to propose it, but her head knew it was necessary to prevent further conflict. With another deep breath and a final glance at Tobias's image on the monitor, she continued.

"I'll watch him for you," she said. "Tobias Lehnsherr. I'll watch him for you and if his actions prove untrustworthy, I'll report them. If the situation grows dire, I have this..." she pulled out the golden lasso of truth, which gave off heat and luster like molten lava, and wrapped it firmly around her wrist. "You have my word and confidence."

Mycroft pursed his lips, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk. "This burden will be your own. If Tobias puts a toe out of order, it won't just be his head... But yours too."

"I've interned at Alias Investigations - that's how you know you can trust me. Jessica Jones, the finest private eye in New York City, trained me in the art of detective work. If you need her to do anything in this endeavor, I can give you the number."

"I don't care if you studied under Nancy Drew or Sherlock Holmes himself. If Tobias catches on to what you're doing, I can not protect you." Mycroft began to organize the papers on his desk. "If I need a detective I'll reach out to Jessica Jones personally, or better yet, her daughter Jensen that's been going to this academy... Well, longer than you." He wasn't happy about this agreement -
it was apparent all over his face. "Stick to what you know Ms. Prince, fighting the bad guys and finding the truth... Leave the detective work to the professionals."

Her heart stopped. The blush in Phoebe's face went white - whiter than the ghost from her past come back to haunt her. Jensen Jones was enrolled at Descendant Academy? How come she hadn't seen her in the three weeks she'd been attending? And furthermore,
why hadn't Jack told her!? He was starting to become the worst friend in the world. She gulped. "Oh. Good then. So it's settled." It was as though the lasso were tied around her neck. "You have my eyes, as well as Jessica's and....Jensen's...if need be..." Nothing more to say (and nothing more she could work herself up to say), Phoebe darted towards the door. "I'll see you soon, Mycroft. Thanks for your cooperation." Once it closed, she pressed herself against the hallway's end.

Athena, fucking guide me.

It was hard to tell whether this news was good or bad. Phoebe just stood there, motionless, choking on air. Because in the past (and now in the present), Jensen Jones always managed to take her breath away.




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A lot of people forgot about the pool on the roof. After a certain amount of time at Descendant Academy, it started to blend in with the rest of the scenery. No one really swam in it, especially not during the fall or winter months. It was just kind of there: visible, but not in the forefront of anyone's mind. Just like Zozo, who was fast asleep on a neon green pool floatie, purple swim trunks covering his lower half and a pair of Ray-Bans over his eyes.

He just lay there, submerged over the water while inside the stupor of sleep. Finally, his lids began to blink open after Ross's mass text caused his cellphone to buzz. Maybe it wasn't wise to keep a Galaxy s4 inside the pocket of your swim trunks, but whatever. Magic could make anything waterproof. He groggily swatted his leg at first, thinking he could just kill the vibration like it was a fly buzzing against his skin. But as the sensation persisted, he knew it was time to get up. God damn it was cold - colder than a witch's teat, as his mom would say. Probably because he wasn't wearing a shirt. Or maybe because the sky was still pitch-black. Well, at least it looked pitch-black, since, oh yeah...there were shades over his eyes.

"Ohhhhhh shit..." he whispered while thumbing them to the top of his head, realizing an ocean of chlorinated water sat between him and dry land. Of all the random locations he'd awoken to the sight of, this was definitely on his top five list. Weirder than the middle of Times Square, but definitely not as iconic as the floor of a Brazilian ice cream truck on its way to the 2016 Olympic Games. He had a penchant for waking up in strange places. This instance barely fazed him.

You know those moments when you're alone and the sheer thought of being all by yourself in a barren place leaves you anxious? Like a ghost will pop out at you or something similarly spooky? That's what was running through his rambunctious mind. So, naturally, when he slowly turned his head towards a dark corner to find the intimidating Tobias Lehnsherr lounging on a lawn chair...

"AAAAHHHHH!!!"

Splash.

"FUCK! FUCK THAT'S COLD!" He sploshed around like a baby penguin trying to swim for the first time. "TOBY, YOU COULD'VE MADE YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN IN A LESS TRAUMATIC WAY! NOW I'M FUCKING DROWNING LOOK WHAT
YOU'VE-"


He was bubbling underneath the water before he could finish the sentence. For a few moments, the pool was still. No waves or sporadic splashing or anything. Then finally, Zozo came back up for air, a misty vapor rising along with his ascension. His nostrils flared, then both hands ran through the blue-black mop atop his head. Like a mop, it was sopping wet, slicked to his skull. The sunglasses were long gone, floating somewhere near the shallow end.

"Just kidding. I've been swimming since the diaper days." He doggie-paddled over to the nearest edge and pressed his forearms into the concrete, gazing at Tobias with a mischievous smirk while still submerged in the water. "Okay. So I know what you're thinking," he said, "I can see the question hidden behind those icy blue eyes, and I'll admit the answer is embarrassing. I was practicing spell-casting...while underwater," He gazed up at the sky, away from that ever-judging Lehnsherr glare. "Like I wanted to see if it would work. But every time I said something it came out like hbluhbluhbluh because y'know...I was underwater. You can't pronounce backwards words correctly with H2O flowing in your mouthhole..." He propped his left palm against his cheek, momentarily analyzing the beautiful navy and purple colors which seeped into the sunrise. "I think the more delicious question is, what are you, Toby the Hermit, doing on the rooftop during the wee hours of the morning?"

Just then, another person approached the scene. "Something wicked this way walks," Zozo mused once he recognized the small stature and hawkish features of Thaleia Castle. "Oh," she said at Tobias in monotone, "It's you."

"And me," Zozo gave a large grin. "Good evening-morning Thaleia." He pulled out his phone, clearly waterlogged, and placed it onto the concrete, trying to think up a simple spell that would fix it. With his dyslexia, sometimes he found motioning the letters with his finger helped him recite the spell easier. So his pinkie traced five invisible letters into the solid ground. Then once he was ready, he said, "Niard," and the excess water spurted out through the fissures of his device. Thank god for magic. He typed in his password and viewed the text which had woken him up mere seconds ago...

From: And the Oscar For Best Scottish Accent Goes To...
Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite.


"OH MY GOD WHAT THERE'S A PARTY AT MURDOCK'S!" he shouted to Tobias and Thaleia. What the hell were they doing on the roof when the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was deviling around in his kitchen? "What else happened while I was asleep? Why is everyone up so goddamn early this morning?"

Just then, it clicked. "Wait. Don't tell me," he facepalmed. "There was a simulation wasn't there? And I missed it..." Scrunching his face up into a ball, he moaned, then slowly slipped back into the water. This time, he didn't feel like coming back up.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Zozo Zatara Character Portrait: Jimmy Storm
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It suffices to say, that Wren wasn't expecting Jack to take what she said so literally. Well, that's what she gets for putting her foot in her big ass mouth. Whatever. Maybe there was some truth in her words. She wasn't the type of person a 'better' hero should be going with. Hell, she's probably one of the people on Thaddeus Ross' list of supes to keep an eye on.

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

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

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

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

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

After composing herself, she swiped through her contacts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

"Tobias?"

"...I'm here."

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

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

"Mom? She didn't bear you."

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I got it!" Tobias hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When will they be arriving?"

"Within the next 10 minutes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hopefully, all good things."

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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