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Riley Barton

"I might be less capable than everyone else here, but I can smile better than most of them. Can some of these guys even smile?"

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

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xxxR I L E Y x B A R T O Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x h a w k e y e x




"Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that's not the right question. The question is: are we living a life that is worth the harm?"
- Cecil Palmer




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n a m e
riley barton

n i c k n a m e s
ryebread / baby hawk

a g e
twenty-three

g e n d e r
male

s e x u a l i t y
homosexual

o r i g i n
carlisle, pennsylvania

s p e c i e s
human

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n
level 4 — artificial



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h e i g h t
191cm / 6' 3"

w e i g h t
89kg / 196lbs

h a i r
Riley's hair is a dark walnut brown, almost black indoors, shot through with streaks of lighter auburn in the sun. His Italian ancestry is evident in its thickness, and he prefers to keep it long, swept upward every which way - as long as it's out of his eyes he doesn't care much how it falls. Occasionally, when he needs to look more put together, he'll run a comb and some gel through it to keep it down, but the truth is he prefers its natural unruly state.

e y e s
Hazel, and with lashes darker and longer than is usual for his sex, Riley's eyes hold tints of green and honey brown swirled together.

m a r k i n g s
Riley's left eyebrow is marked through with a small scar, and the pads of his hands and fingers are marked with small, faded scars from the many bowstrings he's gone through over the years. He has a tattoo of an arrow on his left forearm, and "volant" (fly) and "ad astra" (to the stars) in small, neat script on his right forearm - the arrow seems cliche, but it serves as a reminder of the responsibility he took upon himself, and the Latin a reminder to stay true to himself.


a p p e a r a n c e
At first sight, Riley seems a rather intimidating man, towering at over six feet tall, and with a natural intense scowl to complement his unfriendly image. However, he more than makes up for this with an easygoing smile, always ready to flash it at anyone he speaks to. He tends to keep something of a messy beard, or leave his jaw marked with stubble. His posture is usually casual and relaxed, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes fixed on whoever has his attention. He has the habit of worrying at his lips with his teeth, biting into them unconsciously whenever he gets nervous or upset, as well as a habit of running his hand through his hair. He prefers comfortable clothing over fancy clothes, choosing soft sweaters and loosely-fitting shirts to match with an array of pants and sneakers. During training, he tends to wear a version of the original Hawkeye's protective vest, modified for his own use, and uses his own bow, arrows, and quiver, all engineered to suit his needs.





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P O W E R S

n o n e x // x Riley is human - unaltered, unenhanced.


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

m a s t e r x a r c h e r x // x Riley is trained in archery, specialising in the use of regular bows, longbows, compound bows, and crossbows with near-perfect accuracy (at present, calculated to be a 95% accuracy rate). He is capable of firing multiple arrows at a single target within seconds, hitting multiple targets in a few or even singular stroke, and hitting targets from a distance away.
e x p e r t x m a r k s m a n x // x Skilled in the utilisation of other throwing weapons, such as throwing blades, boomerangs, or throwing stars, although his weapon of choice would still be the bow and arrow. He is also capable of shooting using various types of firearms with a high accuracy and lethality rate.
e x p e r t x a c r o b a t x // x He possesses exceptional human strength, endurance, and stamina. His good reflexes and agility, coupled with athletic training, allow him to execute numerous complex acrobatic maneuvers.
s k i l l e d x m a r t i a l x a r t i s t x // x Trained in various forms of hand-to-hand combat, Riley demonstrates great skill in his overall martial ability.
s k i l l e d x t a c t i c i a n x // x While not exactly leader material, Riley is a highly competent strategist, tactician, and field commander.
w e a p o n s x p r o f i c i e n c y x // x Riley's incredible reflexes and hand-eye coordination allow him to wield most weapons with relative ease. He is skilled in swordsmanship and the use of knives and staffs.
w e a p o n s x e n g i n e e r i n g x // x He doesn't rely solely on established weapons engineers like Tony Stark to create the specialised-use arrows his father was known for using - he's able to design and engineer his own arrows, improving on previous designs and coming up with new designs of his own to better suit his needs.
p e a k x h u m a n x c o n d i t i o n x // x In terms of strength, speed, stamina, senses, agility, reflexes, longevity, endurance, and healing, he has enhanced them to beyond the average human's, but still remains, like any other human, mortal.
s k i l l e d x l i n g u i s t x // x He is able to speak a number of languages fluently, including Arabic, German, Spanish, and Russian, and sign language.



G A D G E T S

p a d d e d x a r m o u r x // x Riley's vest doubles as armour, essentially functioning as a lightweight Kevlar vest.
b o w x // x Coupled with a quick-release quiver, it's enhanced to shoot with maximum accuracy, and shaped to give Riley the most comfortable shoot wihtout overstretching himself.
t r i c k x a r r o w s x // x Aside from the typical arrows he uses, he also employs the use of trick weaponry, specialised to perform a variety of functions. His arsenal of arrows include cable arrows, electromagnetic pulse arrows, explosive arrows, magnetic arrowheads, taser arrows, etc.
c o m b a t x k n i v e s x // x He carries a number of combat knives on his person, should his bow fail him.



W E A K N E S S E S

m o r t a l i t y x // x Under all the high-tech equipment and the fancy moves, Riley is still human. A few blows in the right spots and he'd be easy to take down, though he'd fight like hell to keep his greatest weakness from ever showing.
i n a d e q u a c y x // x Given that the average classification among the academy is a level 6, as a level 4 Riley feels deep-seated doubt at his own ability. He's constantly worrying that the students don't think he's as good as the rest of them, or that he won't fit in because he amounts to less.
a n x i e t y x // x Diagnosed with high-functioning anxiety at the age of nineteen, Riley fights every day to quash the feelings of stress and worry that are constantly threatening to overwhelm him. Nineteen was already too late a diagnosis, though, as he'd been living with it for almost six years by then, having first developed it when he began training to follow in his father's footsteps at the age of thirteen.
p a r a n o i a x // x He's utterly paranoid that everyone secretly hates him or thinks that he's a joke, and the worst part is that he can't even say for sure that it's baseless paranoia.
f a l s e x f r o n t x // x To combat his anxiety, he strives to present a sunshiny, friendly front to everyone. He refuses to share his problems with anyone aside from his closest friends - even his father knows little about it aside from the details, which Riley's therapist had attempted to share with him when she first diagnosed his son. The solitude wears down on Riley's mind, to the point where he often stays up at night unable to let go of his thoughts.



F E A R S

f a i l u r e x // x He's afraid of failing his father, of failing the Hawkeye name, of being a failure to the entire academy.
f a l l i n g x // x It's just a silly little fear, maybe a byproduct of his anxiety, but he's always worried whenever he jumps from a high point or practices flipping around like the little acrobat he is that he won't be able to catch himself in time and he'll fall thirty feet and break his neck.
d a r k x // x More specifically, he's afraid of being alone in the dark, something that's happened far too often, especially when his anxiety decides to plague him with bad thoughts when he's trying to sleep. So he always keeps a light on in his room.
b e i n g x o u t x o f x t h e x c l o s e t x // x He's gay, but no one knows that about him. He wants to have the freedom to love and chase the boys he's attracted to, but he's terrified that it'll become another aspect of himself used against him.




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Riley is incredibly easy to make friends with. He's a people-oriented person who genuinely cares for others, and who doesn't expect much in return for his friendship. This is why he's always the first to say hi, the first to introduce himself, the first to offer an ear if the other party needs it. That is not to say he can't read others; he can, but he will always choose to see the better side of people, to give them the benefit of the doubt and believe that they are good people until they prove to him otherwise.

He likes to keep himself busy, always rushing around to occupy his time with things to do, sometimes even taking on extra tasks to make himself useful to others. He finds joy in being able to help people whenever they need it. Unfortunately, this opens him up easily to being used by others, a concept he doesn't seem to be able to grasp. An idealistic man, Riley likes to believe that many people share his innocence and openness, and this often offers him the opportunity to be let down or hurt when people invariably end up taking advantage of him.

A teacher's idea of the perfect student - he doesn't just do his work, he takes the time to go above and beyond by practicing relentlessly outside of classes, as he believes that as long as he possesses the ability, he should always try to perform to the best of his abilities. He's methodical in his approaches, which explains why he's such a good engineer - he has the patience to take the time and effort to analyse not only his work, but also his mistakes, in order to understand how he can better himself.

He's likely to believe most things he's told, because he doesn't quite understand the concept of lying. He's used to being entirely truthful with others, and even if he has to admit to something bad, he'll try to soften the blow so that he doesn't hurt feelings too badly. He's genuine in all his interactions, and will expect nothing less than the same from everyone.

However, under all his smiles and jokes, Riley's anxiety pervades every moment of his life, his negative thoughts pervading every interaction he has. He's constantly doubting himself and worrying that others truly think that he will never amount to much, which is why he makes an extra effort to be nice to everyone, in an attempt to redeem his perceived flaws by presenting himself as a good person to everyone. In order to avoid having to listen to his brain, he also strives to fill all his moments, as being busy helps him to avoid the opportunity for his thoughts to take over and remind him just how worthless he is.





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H I S T O R Y


Behind all the glamour of living as a top-level assassin and spy, all Hawkeye really wanted was a civilian's life, one where he wouldn't have to be constantly looking over his shoulder for enemies, where he could put down his work at the end of the day and go home to a loving wife and the embrace of his kids. So he tried to live that dream - he left SHIELD for a while, went off the grid, and while living in Pennsylvania, fell in love with a woman named Anna Elena and had a kid with her - Riley. For a few years the three of them lived in relative peace, until circumstances forced Hawkeye to reveal his true identity to his wife. She, furious about being lied to, told him to "Go! Just go!" He left, and Riley was given the explanation that his father had to leave for work. In order to protect her son, Anna never told him about his father's true identity. For nearly eight years Riley waited and pined for his father's return, always wondering why their phone calls were short and stilted, why neither of his parents would tell him anything about what his father was doing wherever he was, filled with a sense of loss and resentment at the deception that had been woven around him.

And then the accident happened. A drunk driver hit Anna going up the sidewalk as she was heading home to her son, after a long day of work. Riley, who had already gone to bed, was woken at just past one in the morning by a knock at the door, by a kind policeman with the news that his mother was dead within minutes of arriving at the hospital. The knowledge soon reached Hawkeye, back in his position at SHIELD, and he was left with no choice but to bring his son back into his life, and explain why he'd left them in the first place. It was no place for a child, but Clint thought maybe he could start anew with his son.

At thirteen, Riley was offered the chance to begin training to follow in his father's footsteps as Hawkeye - an offer which he accepted readily, and began working with his father and his father's colleagues. Training with all those enhanced heroes, Riley began to understand what kind of a position his father held amongst them. He could see that Hawkeye was less like the rest of them, always just a little lacking, and though he said nothing to anyone, he began to harbour the doubt that he could not be as good a Hawkeye as his father hoped he would be.

For a while, Riley struggled to juggle his training and school. He didn't enter Xavier's School, but continued to practice and train alongside Clint's colleagues. Eventually, he qualified to study law at Stanford, but continued his training. It was around this period that he finally pulled himself together and went to seek a therapist, who diagnosed him with anxiety. Due to its high-functioning nature, though, she didn't quite grasp how bad he'd had it, and in her explanation to Riley's dad underplayed his condition. Both of them chalked it up to him having issues managing his work and stress levels, and eventually Riley just accepted that he'd have to live with it in silence. Life went on.

Then Riley received the invitation to enter Descendant Academy. Word had reached them of his abilities and his ceaseless efforts to better himself at his craft, probably. In any case, he agreed pretty quickly, and his father felt it would be a good opportunity for him. So he left everything he'd built together with his father behind, and headed for the academy.





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So begins...

Riley Barton's Story

Characters Present

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

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

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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."

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

"Me, Mr. McCulloch."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons

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

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

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

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

"Negative, Ms. Maximoff."

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

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

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


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

"Mr. Barton?"

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir."

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

"¡Gracias Jarvis! ¡Eres el mejor!"

"You are welcome, Mr. Wagner."

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

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

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

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



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

"Jarvis? Status?"

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

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

"Yes, sir.

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

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

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

"The same."

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Arthur Wilson Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons

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

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

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

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

Caitria swore that the entire tower could hear the alarms.

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

The alarms turned down considerably after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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andrew mulligan

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

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

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

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

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

"...I suppose."

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

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

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

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





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thaleia castle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Arthur Wilson Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're welcome, Mr. Strange."

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Arthur Wilson Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons

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Even Astrid grumbled to the intrusion on her sleep.
“Pardon me Miss Rogers but your presence is expected on sub-level 23 in 15 minutes. It is also advised you come prepared for battle.” But that b word - battle and war had an effect on her mind and body that coursed adrenaline through her and made her feel defensive of the academy, of herself and everything she stood and fought for. The only way they were going to learn was by applying themselves and treating it as real as possible, she understood that. And with Mycroft on the loose, that was easily accomplished. He didn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

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

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



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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: James Kent Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Grey Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince

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"By Odin's Beard! So it's true, this magical place in time when you actually don't speak, actually exists! They said it couldn't be real, it was only a myth!" Schuyler made her own obnoxious entrance. Surprise, surprise. Wren tried not to make audible gagging noise as she rolled her eyes, while the "Asgardian," Asgardian my ass, shook Frankie with her exaggerated shock. "Frankie, call the Daily Bugle! This front page news!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Abigail Gordon Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"It's a fucking helmet, Mycroft."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Schuyler Simmons Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince

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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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Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Grey

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Image"I'm fucking tired man."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So what do you say? Partners?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Maura Howlett Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor

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

"Eh red?"

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

"I know ya don' need a partner. I'd bet you could bloody well destroy everyone with a wave of yer hand. But... If'd like someone to have yer back, you can always go in with meh."

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

No reason to give herself more trouble.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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ImageHer job done, Petra backed away, retreating to a corner where hopefully no one would bother her further. Suddenly exhausted - the combination of being awoken after only three hours of sleep, the exertion of the simulation, and the interaction with her classmates - she wanted nothing more than to return to bed, or maybe grab breakfast, then pass out at the table. Still, after talking to Ross, she felt oddly lonely now that his attention was elsewhere.

Spotting Tobias at the far end of the lounge, she approached him, wondering if he was in a chatty mood. Probably not - seems to be a family trait, now that I think of it - but he was family anyway, and she knew that he was the one person who wouldn't leave her behind or drop her once he got bored. Regardless of his less-than-noble parentage, he had a good heart. At least Petra could trust him.

"Hello," she greeted, stopping a foot away from him. "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?"

She still couldn't find it in herself to call him uncle. At least he wouldn't be too concerned about titles. Tobias was a little more predictable than he thought he was.


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Image"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-" Conrad's mouth snapped closed, likely having realised the implications of his words. Riley smiled ruefully - unfortunately he could not say that this was the first time he'd heard anything of the sort, although coming from Conrad he could forgive his friend a little more readily.

"That's alright, Conrad. We can - yeah, we can go now." If Riley's grip was a little tighter on Conrad this time around, his partner said nothing.

They phased into the room, Riley appearing almost nose-to-nose with one of the guards. They were in too close range for Riley to use his bow, so instead he hit the guard in the jaw, returning his bow to its magnetic holder on his back as he did so. Throwing himself forward so he was practically kneeling over the guard as he landed, so he threw in a few punches of his own, knocking the guard unconscious in no time at all.

Noting that Conrad had taken out the other two, Riley got to his feet, looking around to ensure there weren't any more guards coming for them. Once confirming they were safe, he returned Conrad's thumbs up with a tentative grin, and his partner grabbed the envelope from inside its enclosure.

"I don't even care about alcohol, I just want my bed. Get us out of here." Riley blinked, and they were back in the academy. Already a number of students were back, the simulation appearing to have taken its toll on them. Riley backed away from the crowd, a little less worried than Conrad was. Wren would be alright - she was a tough bird.

Turning away, he spotted Frankie exiting her simulation. "Heya, Frankie. I'm not sure, I just got back myself. You and Nathaniel make it alright?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not without a phone you won't!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

***

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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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince

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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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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince

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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.