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Wren Wilson

"I wouldn't say I'm really a super hero... more like a super dick."

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

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"Guns don't kill people... I do."
- Wren Wilson




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n i c k n a m e s x // x mouth ,xbitch ,xdeadpool

a g e x // xtwenty eight

g e n d e r x // xfemale

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

o r i g i n x // xtoronto, ontario

s p e c i e s x // xmutant

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 9 — physical






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D E M E A N O R

h e i g h t x // x5' 5" xxxxxxxx"Size isn't everything... Just ask your mom."

w e i g h t x // x125 lbs xxxxx'"I'm aerodynamic."

h a i r x // xHer hair is a rich crimson auburn that almost seems to burn against her pale porcelain skin. Wren keeps it about shoulder length. When she decides to wear it down it has a soft and natural wave that frames her face.

e y e s x // xWren's eyes are a rich forest green. Her iris, the closer it gets to the pupil, gets a little golden in hue. Somedays her eyes will appear almost grey but that is impart due her attire and emotional state.

o d d i t i e s x // xShe has a tattoo of pistols on her hips which is visible when she walks around in her suit casually... or naked. She also has a tattoo of barbed wire wrapped around her right bicep. Lastly, Wren has her tongue pierced... For all the right reasons.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWren is an attractive young woman and she knows it. Luckily for her, her abilities were inherited so she didn't end up with her Daddy's killer looks. She has slender but curvy build, but is also very muscular, even if she doesn't show it. She usually keeps her hair pulled back in a braid or ponytail so it's out of her face when training. More often than not, she is seen walking around in her Deadpool bodysuit, but not completely. Wren has never been a fan of how tight and constricting the suit is. She won't wear the upper portion. Her utility belt keeps the pants half of the suit up while the top half is normally hanging off her hips like some people wear overalls. Then she'll wear either a wife beater or sports bra for comfort. She used to never wear the suit, but found it to be a pain in the ass getting in and out of it for training. This way, she just has to slip the sleeves on and zip 'er up, then she's off.






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P O W E R S

r e g e n e r a t i v e x h e a l i n g x f a c t o r x // x Super human healing, but more powerful than Wolverine. She can even regrow limbs and recover from head trauma.
f o r e i g n x c h e m i c a l x r e s i s t a n c e x // x Highly resistant to most drugs and toxins, extremely difficult to become intoxicated... But that doesn't mean she won't try.
d i s e a s e x i m m u n i t y x // x Healing factor effects immune system, making her immune to all diseases.
e x t e n d e d x l o n g e v i t y x // x Healing factor provides her with an extended lifespan by slowing the effects of the aging process to an unknown degree.
t e l e p a t h i c x i m m u n i t y x // x Healing factor causes her brain cells to be in a constant state of flux and regeneration, rendering her immune to psychics.
p e a k x h u m a n x s t r e n g t h x // x Has great, though not unnatural, physical strength. Lifts roughly 400-800 lbs.
s u p e r h u m a n x s t a m i n a x // x Muscles generate considerably less fatigue toxins than the muscles of an ordinary human beings. She can exert herself for weeks without fatigue or need to rest.
s u p e r h u m a n x a g i l i t y x // x Agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete.
s u p e r h u m a n x r e f l e x e s x // x Her reflexes also surpass those of top athletes.
s u p e r h u m a n x s p e e d x // x Faster than humans, similarly to Captain America, but no where near as fast as the Flash.



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

w e a p o n s x m a s t e r x // x Knows how to use any weapon and can learn any unknown weapon in minutes.
m a r k s m a n s h i p x // x Extreme to nearly perfect aim and accuracy.
m a s t e r x m a r t i a l x a r t i s t x // x Extraordinary hand-to-hand combatant and is a master in multiple unarmed combat techniques.
m a s t e r x a s s a s s i n x a r t i s t x // x Master of assassination techniques, espionage methods, covert operations, infiltration methods, escape artistry, marksmanship, and is highly skilled with many weapons.
s k i l l e d x l i n g u i s t x // x Fluent in Japanese, German, Spanish, Russian, Pashto, Urdu and French.
u n p r e d i c t a b l e x // x It is difficult for anyone to know what she will do at any given moment, given that she herself barely knows what she'll do. This makes it difficult for most opponents to predict what she will do.



W E A K N E S S E S

m e n t a l x s t a t e x // x Highly unstable and prone to violent outbursts without the slightest provocation, at least against those she knows could handle them.
a n n o y i n g x // x Mental state has also proven to make her a very irritating person to be around with other people. Many heroes often find themselves at wits' end around her; this makes for poor ability to cooperate with her in team efforts.
l o v e d x o n e s x // x If anyone can tolerate being around her on a regular basis, they are an easy target to be used against her.



F E A R S

e x p e r i m e n t a t i o n x // x She has heard the horror stories from her dad,
and would rather die than go through what he had to go through.

l o s i n g x l o v e d x o n e s x // x She may be an asshole, but she's not heartless.
s p i d e r s x // x "They're just... no."





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
xxxxxxxxxxxxx cocky xx sarcastic xx narcissistic xx talkative x



Wren comes off very arrogant and selfish. This does make her seem rude and unapproachable, but that doesn’t keep her from making some friends. She’s a big pill to swallow that not a lot of people can handle because they don’t have the patience for her. But when she does make friends, she is protective over them and cares about them deeply. Wren tries not to show this because it is a weakness that could be used against her. But if it came down to it, she'd risk herself to save them. It helps that it's harder to kill her than most people, so she has that going for her.

She is a twin of her father and lives up to the Deadpool name and expectations. Wren speaks fluent sarcasm and that is her primary language before English. It is a rare thing... A very rare thing for her to be serious. So generally when that happens, it's important. Anyone who knows Wren, knows that she has no reason to lie or sugar coat things. She is harsh and blunt, and tells things how they are, so when she’s serious she intends to drill what she’s saying into that person’s thick skull.

Wren is also very confident and full of herself. She thinks she can do anything, and that she is the best thing since sliced bread. She knows she attractive and can kick ass, and whatever else. She likes to gloat and show off. One thing she cannot stand is when someone upstages her in anyway. It would drive her insane, and she’d keep trying until she could finally beat that person at their own game.

She is called the mouth because she doesn't know how to shut up, and comes by it honestly from her father. Wren is constantly talking, and it’s mostly because she just likes the sound of her own voice. She doesn’t care if no one is listening, half of the time she’s talking to herself anyways. That also being said she has no filter and just lays all her cards out on the table. She doesn't care if people like her or not, because she thinks she's awesome.






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H I S T O R Y


There isn't much to Wren's history unlike a majority of her fellow "classmates." She is the bastard child of Wade and Wanda Wilson. It's one of those complicated stories. All she knows is it ended with a one night stand and a pregnancy. You know... Just your typical night. After the birth of Wren, Wanda wanted nothing to do with the her. Surprisingly though, Wade did. Of course, as anyone could guess, Wade Wilson isn’t totally father material but he’d rather try then let who know’s what happen to his daughter. So after Wren's birth, Wade raised her, and Wanda hasn't been a part of Wren's life other than conception and birth.

Wren was and still is the definition of a Daddy's girl but is nothing like a typical daughter. She grew up to be as feminine as a trucker, but with the appearance of a model. It didn't take long for Wade to notice Wren's inherited abilities. He assumed she'd be normal since his powers came from Project X, but that wasn’t the case. She didn’t have his disfigurement, but everything else was dead on.

Wren wasn't raised like most children. Instead of dolls or toys she was given guns, swords and grenades. She quickly caught on to her Father's sense of humor and was cursing like a sailor before age 12. Unlike most children her age, Wren didn't play well with others. She constantly was starting fights, and got expelled from over 10 schools. Eventually Wade just took her out of school all together, and decided to train her, claiming that street smarts were more important than the pythagorean theorem.

As Wren grew up fighting along side her Father, and observing, it didn't take long for her to start picking up the skills Wade possessed. Training with her Dad was her favorite thing to do... Well other than beating the shit out of people. As the years pass, she became more and more talented, controlling her abilities and mastering her skills. That was until one day during training, Wren finally bested Wade in a fight. She got 5 shots in his chest, and cut off his hand by the end of the battle.At first they figured it was just dumb luck. But the following couple months of training, she consistently beat him. So finally Wade accepted that she was better than him, he passed down the Deadpool name allowing Wren to take his place while he relaxes in the Bahamas.

Reluctantly, Wren agreed to go study at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. She still got in just as many fights if not more there, but Professor X refused to expel her. It wasn’t long before he had her training under Wolverine for a majority of her days, considering he was the only one that could really handle her. Once she graduated from Xavier’s school, she recruited into the Descendant Academy by Tony Stark. She’s been at the academy for going on ten years, now pissing off Coulson and Alfred whenever she gets the chance.





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So begins...

Wren Wilson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Jensen Jones
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ImageWhatever Ross was doing, it definitely wasn't the waltz. But Petra followed his lead, sensing his confidence, and she had to admit dancing was a lot more fun when she didn't have to remember to watch her steps.

"Aye may have just gotten 'ere like five minutes 'go. But, it's significantly improved since aye arrived," he said in response to her question. She would have answered in kind, except he dipped her suddenly, and she had to focus on keeping her mouth shut to avoid revealing her surprise.

The music gradually slowed, and so did the dance, the two of them moving easily in tandem. "How's all de...?" Ross began. Petra tilted her chin up, requesting more context, which came in the form of him wiggling his fingers by his temples. "'m sure it's not easy wit all these people here." She shook her head and smiled, grateful that he'd remembered. "I'm getting better at blocking it all out, but you know thoughts - they just keep coming."

"If ye get tired of holdin' up yer barriers... Ye can always focus on my mind. Not much is goin' on up there, ya know... Besides you." His smile was so sweet and so genuine that she couldn't help smiling back, surprised at the offer. What an oddly adorable offer to make.

The blush working its way up his neck didn't escape her notice, nor did his sudden averted gaze. "Aye'm glad you brought Tobias. Mycroft was a total arse earlier."

"Oh. Uh, yeah." She decided to run with the change in topic - if Ross had felt so negatively about his remark earlier she wouldn't pursue it. "I'm glad he decided to come. This school - this administration," Petra amended, shaking her head - it wasn't everyone's fault - "has not been kind to him. It's not his fault. We're descended from the same man, except he's closer. And look how much of a difference that one generation has made."

The song ended far too soon, and their feet slowed to a stop on the floor. Looking up into Ross's face, Petra felt bad about letting the offer slide earlier. If he'd asked, the least she could do was respond, and pretending that he hadn't said anything would be incredibly rude of her. Of course she'd love to focus on him. Petra, no - He was all she wanted to focus on, just to forget everything else going on around her.

BOOM.

The force of the blast struck Petra before she'd even had time to register what had happened. It was as though her senses of the world around her had suddenly been reduced to a few snapshots: flying debris, Ross with his arms stretched out towards her, the room moving away suddenly. No, that was an illusion - it was Petra who was being thrown backwards. Fortunately (or unfortunately) there was nothing in her way, and she went straight into the wall, unable to catch herself midair or even attempt to cushion the fall with her magic.

The blow caused her to black out for a minute, losing all sense of what was happening around her while her brain attempted to sort itself out. When she came to, it was to Ross talking frantically. It took a moment longer for her hearing to return, but she could understand well enough what he was trying to say. "I'm fine. What happened?" With some help from Ross, she managed to sit up, though she felt like screaming at the pain that throbbed suddenly through her back and head.

When she was properly upright, she looked around. It was chaos, debris lying everywhere, tables lying overturned, people prone on the floor. What scared her the most, though, was that despite her mental barriers dropping the moment she'd been knocked unconscious, everything was a lot quieter than it originally was.

Then the helicraft appeared outside the hole in the wall and it got worse. Smoke grenades were thrown in and Ross leapt into action, tearing his blazer up so they could both have something cover their faces with. Thinking quickly, she tried to manipulate the air particles around them so that the gas would take longer to reach them. She couldn't hold it off forever but she could try to buy a little more time. While Ross found himself a makeshift weapon, she knelt behind the table, trying her best to manage the gas swirling around so her classmates would have a better fighting chance - but it wasn't enough. She couldn't keep the gas away, manipulate their luck, and attack the soldiers all at once, and the shock of her injuries had weakened her.

But she did what she could. Still pressing Ross's torn blazer to her face, she used her free hand to target whoever she could, firing blasts strong enough to knock them over. Watching her classmates get hurt, yet being unable to help them all, she cursed her own powerlessness, wishing that she could do more.

When she turned back, Ross was already gone, caught in combat with another soldier. She had no time to react as he tossed his compact at her, knowing too late what was happening. "Ross McCulloch, don't you dare -"

The sensation was no less strange as it had been the first time. Everything shrank away from Petra in an instant, and before she knew it she was staring at a glass shard, out at the fighting, while she was trapped inside.

"No!" Desperate, she banged her palms against the glass, which stayed solid. All around her were multiple shards reflecting different angles of the ballroom, all equally as unyielding. All another plane of the dimension she was trapped in.

Turning this way and that, Petra was treated to scenes of various people caught in battle - but one in particular caught her attention. She supposed it must have been through the visor of one of the soldier's helmets. It showed Ross being punched, again and again and again, laughing even as blood spurted from his broken nose. "Ross, no," she cried brokenly, her fists beating uselessly against the glass. When the soldier's point of view lifted, showing her the rest of the room, she tried to shove an energy blast through, hoping that it could at least pass through the dimensional barrier. No dice - nothing would go through without Ross's gun.

One final kick to Ross's prone form, and the scene before Petra swung around as the soldier headed back to the Hydra helicraft. Petra's knees wobbled and buckled under her, sending her to the floor in a heap. Face buried in her hands, suddenly despondent, she could only sob helplessly, surrounded by visions of pain and fear.


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ImageTo say that Solberg - excuse me, Sol - wasn't anything Riley had ever expected of a United Nations official was something of an understatement. The man was relaxed, genuine and, if Riley wasn't mistaken, flirting with him.

"So, you know, I had to come, but I thought it'd be incredibly boring - UN dinner functions almost always are, the absolute worst - but we did forget who's throwing this party. They might be more upstanding members of the community now, but Stark and Wayne did always know how to be good hosts. I'm a little jealous of the Worthington girl, really, I'd love to stay on here. Just standing around open-mouthed at everything you guys can do."

"Mr - uh, Sol," Riley tried to interrupt as nicely as he could, but his intentions were misunderstood. Sol only leaned in, and continued talking.

"There's no need to be modest, I know what your father used to call himself! Does self-deprecation run in the family? Carnie or not, you must have had some amount of talent to make it this far. Were you at Xavier's before? Oh, no, the Avengers trained you, that makes it all the more impressive..."

Something very wrong was going on. Riley didn't have Spidey sense like Frankie, but he did have very good intuition, and there was an abject sense of wrongness in the air. He got to his feet, not wanting to be caught off guard.

It was a surprise anyway. An explosion ripped through the room, sending Riley and Sol flying through the air. They were already fairly close to the wall, and Riley's back struck it hard, knocking the breath out of him. He lay stunned for a minute, barely able to think, ears ringing, little bolts of white shooting across his vision. He couldn't fully understand the situation, but before he really thought about it he was turning over and sitting up. Sol was lying a short distance away, pinned under a table. Distantly, Riley noted that it was the table they'd been sitting at just a minute ago, judging by the splash of red wine staining the tablecloth. No doubt from Sol's unfinished glass. Later it would be a moment he'd remember with startling clarity, but for now there was only one thing on his mind - to get Sol out, and then come back and help who he could. The students could probably handle themselves, but there was a whole party of humans that probably couldn't fight for nuts.

By the time Riley got to his feet and hurried over to the unconscious official, smoke was filling the room, obscuring his vision and clouding his lungs. He began coughing, trying to press his sleeve over his mouth and nose. No dice. As human as he was, he had better endurance, so, crouching behind the table Sol had so recently been pinned under, he ripped two swatches of fabric from the tablecloth and tied them around Sol's face first, then his own.

Cursing his lack of weapons, Riley peered out from behind the table, trying to figure out a plan of action. The Hydra soldiers didn't seem too interested in him, aiming for a select few students. Riley's heart sank, knowing he couldn't help save them. But there was something else he could do.

Debris littered the floor around them. Lots of cement, some cloth of various origins - but more importantly, glass. And Riley didn't need a bow and arrow to be a sharp shot. He picked up a few good-sized shards of glass, stashing them in his blazer pocket. No point drawing attention right now. Already Sol was beginning to cough and choke behind him - a good sign that he was coming to, but also serving to draw the toxic gas further into his lungs.

Riley hefted Sol upright, managing most of his weight. The man was coming to, his grip around Riley's shoulders tightening. "Hey, if you can hear me... I'm getting you out of here. Hang on for a little longer." He tried to keep close to the wall, avoiding drawing attention as much as possible.

"Hey!" The shout stopped Riley dead - one of the soldiers had stepped directly into his path. Riley was tall, but this guy was taller, and decked out in riot gear with no visible weak points.

Thinking quickly, Riley lashed out, kicking his right leg out to clip the soldier's jaw. The soldier's head snapped backwards, and his helmet came loose, exposing some of his neck. With one arm around Sol, Riley gripped one of his glass shards between two fingers and snapped it towards the exposed sliver of flesh. His shot was true, embedding itself deep in the soldier's jugular, who stumbled backward with a strangled cry. No time to stick around and finish the job - Riley kicked him backward, smashing his heel into the soldier's now-exposed nose, and hurried on with Sol.

Almost out the ballroom... Through the chaos, he passed a familiar figure. "Andrew! Little bit of help, please," he gasped, gesturing at the official on his shoulder. "Just gotta get him outside, then we can come back for the others..."

He managed to make it to the exit, one foot out the door. Yet suddenly Sol's weight, the toxic gas, the aches from being flung against the wall, everything came crashing down on Riley. He was only so human. His legs went weak, the world wobbled, and everything was tilting as it faded into the darkness. Riley went crashing to the floor, unconscious.


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Image"Every day I feel like the new kid here. I do not believe I am the person to give you the answers you seek. Someone like you, a child of a hero would fit in much better than I do... And I've been here for years." He said it matter-of-factly, looking at her steadily. Wynne didn't attempt to explain himself, merely let him continue talking. "If you're not going to be here long, as you say... Then why worry yourself over it? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... The fact that you're being planted into the Academy by the U.N. doesn't make it all that likely for you to make friends." Hurtful, but true. No matter which mutant community she tried to make herself a part of, the identity of United Nations delegate would always hover over her, and she'd be branded a spy wherever she went. Among her own kind, a mole and a blood traitor - among the other kind, half of her own heritage, a freak and an outcast, only useful when they needed a cuckoo's egg. "But most likely, people will skirt around you like they do with me."

His tone was final, and so rooted in its surety that Wynne almost laughed. What an idea to have about her, Wynne Kinsley Worthington, the girl who was homeschooled by the best teachers money could buy until she was of university age because her parents feared her becoming a target for both her wings and her status; the girl whose father used to go on secret trips to some secluded forest with her to teach her how to fly because he didn't want anyone accusing him of developing another weapon, because her wings would atrophy and wither away if they weren't used; the girl who was repeatedly ostracised even in university, the insults and fear following her wherever she went, even from her own professors; the girl who'd, like her father before her, attempted to cut her own wings off, and when that didn't work began turning her blade to other parts; the girl who'd overcome all other odds to become one of, if not the youngest United Nations delegate in history. People will skirt around you didn't even begin to cover it.

Not that she'd ever tell him as much, though. That was her burden to bear by virtue of being Warren Worthington's blood, and she wasn't going to complain about the circumstances of her birth.

Then a blast shook the building. Instinctively, the way they'd always done when she was younger and lacked impulse control, her wings unfurled from their tightly tucked position to envelop her. They weren't as sturdy as her father's, but worked in a pinch to protect her face and head. Most of the debris that came her way struck her wings and bounced off, but some shards stuck fast, slicing and sticking where they landed. Wynne cried out in pain as blood spots marred the grey feathers, and lowered her wings gently, letting them drag on the floor beside her.

A sudden movement on her right drew her attention. Tobias Lehnsherr was on his knees, a path of metal pieces in front of him, and Wynne instinctively knew what he'd done. For her, a stranger and quite likely the enemy, from his point of view.

"Tobias," she called, only at that moment the whirring of a helicraft filled the room. It pulled up alongside the gigantic hole blasted in the wall, and smoke bombs were tossed in.

In a panic, Wynne backed away, her wings extending to their fullest. Her only goal was to avoid breathing in the gases, and so she did the only thing she could think to do in that instant.

Her wings began to beat a heavy rhythm. The force lifted her a couple of feet off the ground, and she tucked her arms close to her body to avoid hindering their movement. At their full length, her wings were a sight to behold, cutting through the air to fan the toxic gases away from herself. She didn't need to press cloth to her face like the other students, or gas masks like the soldiers. For a moment, buoyed by her adrenaline, she almost forgot the danger, suspended in midair, doing what she was supposed to do. What she was born to do.

"Don't hurt her!" Wynne spun around to find a line of soldiers advancing on her. One ordered, "That's Worthington's kid. She'll be worth something for sure." He laughed at his own bad joke, readying a syringe. "Although I'm not sure her wings are really any use, if she's busy folding them out of sight for the United Nations."

The first shot went wide as Wynne descended quickly to plant both feet back on the floor. The second shot tore through the wrist of her left wing. Blood spattered on the floor behind her and ran thickly through the feathers below, and for a moment Wynne's vision went white with pain. She lashed out, sweeping her uninjured wing across the line of soldiers, knocking them down like a row of pins, then expelled feathers from her wings like projectiles at the ones that were still standing, slashing indiscriminately.

She was close to the doors. If she could only...

It came from one of the soldiers still in the hall. A bullet pierced her side, lodging there. She screamed, falling against the wall. Almost there. Almost there. It kept repeating in her mind, as though by stepping foot out the door she could be home safe.

"Leave her! We've got what we came for. Let's go," the same soldier from earlier called behind her. Whoever it was that had targeted her backed off, heading back for the helicraft. Half-formulated prayers all she could think of as she struggled to leave, the toxic gases had still entered her system anyway. One hand still pressed to her bleeding torso, her knees finally gave way, and she slumped against the wall, legs folded underneath her, wings still dripping gore onto the floor.


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ImageAlec's hands were unexpectedly warm, almost scorching where one enveloped Jensen's hand, and one rested at the small of her back. "Yet... Here you are dancing with me having to stare at my face for a whole song, sugar," he returned without missing a beat, twirling her around. Jensen laughed, trying not to blush, and decided that she could be a little charitable for the night, given the occasion.

"Your mother trained you well," she agreed, trying to follow his lead closely so she didn't tread on his feet. It happened anyway, her foot landing squarely on top of his as she stepped the wrong way. "Sorry! I seem to be causing a lot of damage tonight." Her rueful grin made it clear that there was no ill intention, only her own uneasiness. "You know, I've been thinking -"

She was interrupted by an explosion. There was hardly any time to react, only to push Alec behind her and raise her arms to shield her head, digging her heels in to keep her ground. Bits of concrete and metal flew in her direction, scoring her forearms in crimson.

It was over as quickly as it had started, and when Jensen looked down she saw that her heels had gouged lines in the floor from her strength. Far more concerning, though, was the damage done to the wall - a hole had been blown through it, revealing the sky outside. She turned to Alec, panicked. "Are you okay? Can you -" This time, she stopped herself short, acutely aware of what was wrong. He doesn't have his hat.

As if on cue, as if she'd just asked the universe to give her something worse, a helicraft pulled up alongside the new exit to the ballroom, ejecting first smoke bombs and then soldiers in full riot gear. Jensen's heart stopped cold, and she glanced around, trying to assess the situation.

"Alec - Alec, listen to me, cover your nose and get out of here right now," she said clearly, pushing him in the direction of the doors. With all her abilities intact, she could perhaps buy a little time, even against that whole swarm of soldiers if she had to.

She took a step forward, and her foot finally landed wrong, the one action she'd been fearing all night. Her ankle twisted, the muscles protesting loudly as it sprained. Oh god, those stupid shoes. Without bothering with the straps, Jensen reached down and yanked them off, the ribbons breaking at the root.

Already she could feel the gases' effect taking place, seeping into her bloodstream and clouding her brain. Not so much that she still couldn't function, though. Taking a running start, she leapt onto a soldier's shoulders, twisting in midair so they both went crashing to the ground. Reaching down, she grabbed his head and snapped his neck cleanly.

Something zipped past her. She turned, distracted, and met Wren's eyes as she was pulled past, some kind of contraption around her...protruding through her body...

Then she saw where the line attached to her best friend ended. "Wren! No!" she cried, horrified, starting to sprint towards her. But it was too late - Wren landed inside the helicraft, and Jensen could only watch as her head was twisted the same way she'd just done to the soldier lying lifeless at her feet.

She had to get to Wren. That was the only way she could fix this all. She began cleaving a path through people and debris alike, launching herself at whatever target she could find. Years of training and practice went out the window as she kicked and punched wherever she could reach, which wasn't a very good strategy but worked, for the most part...

Until she miscalculated, and received a well-placed fist to her jaw for her troubles, a blow that sent her reeling backwards and snapped her lip into her teeth, warm blood spurting into her mouth almost immediately. She spat it aside, and prepared to retaliate, jabbing her elbow in the soldier's direction - but he was too fast. Weakened by the gases, the pain of her injuries (there was probably a cracked rib among that number), and the shock of seeing what had happened to Wren, Jensen was no match for her opponent, who was faster and had more defensive gear on his side. Her caught her elbow and pulled her forward (remembering how Alec had pulled her towards him just minutes ago) so she went sprawling, hitting the floor with her hands and elbows first. Before she could get back up he was on her, pressing his knees into the small of her back.

Something thin and unspeakably cold pierced the skin of her neck, and right before she passed out she registered someone slamming her head forward, breaking her nose in one go.

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Wren woke with a horrible crick in her neck. She tried to move her right hand to her jaw so that she could pop her neck, but her hand didn't move. It was restrained. She groaned, keeping her eyes shut. What kind of night did I have? She felt like absolute hell, and from what she could tell, her hands were tied up. Cas must have turned out to be a freak in the bed or—

Then it hit her. Like a monstrous tsunami to the face, it smacked her back to reality and her eyes shot open. Head wounds always left her brain fuzzy, no doubt someone breaking her neck would do the same thing.

Wren's eyes darted to either of her hands, they were still attached but restrained. Her arms were held out to either side of her, spread like a bird. Thick metal brackets pinned them to the walls. She groaned, pulling against the cuffs with all the strength she had and nothing. Of course, she didn't have the strength of someone like the hulk, but she'd able to break out of standard metal restraints.

Wren had been captured pretty early on into the Hydra's attack. For the best of her knowledge, she thought she was the only one. But, once she stopped freaking out about her own situation, she finally let herself take in her surroundings. Wren inhaled sharply when she saw others with her. She could handle going through something like this alone, but it is a whole new ballpark when others are involved.

Frankie, Lilith, Caitria, Ulrich, Alec and... Cassius.

She sat there in silent shock. Hydra knew what they were doing, and that was scary. Everyone of them was restrained and bound in just the right ways that would refrain them from being able to use their abilities to escape. They all looked like they were part of the prom from hell.

Wren looked at Lilith who sat across from her. She tried her best to smile, even though it was probably evident that it wasn't the most sincere smile. "I saw you kicking ass back there. Your training is showing... But, when we get out of here, I'll have to teach you how to get out of a choke hold." Her gaze then drifted over to Alec. She didn't really know what to say to him, just looked at him as she tried to keep herself from freaking out.

As Wren's memories slowly started to piece together, the more furious she got. The next thing she remembered was the harpoon. A mother fucking harpoon... Right through the chest. Her gaze fell to her chest, where the abdomen portion of her dress was ripped to shreds. It must have done a number on her because large spider shaped wound was still healing. Within another hour or so it'd be back to normal, but it was definitely the worst injury she's ever sustained... Aside from her neck being snapped.

Then everything that happened before the explosion slowly came back. She remembered dancing, and actually being somewhat happy to be at the gala which was not expected when she went. Wren slowly looked over at Cas, her brows furrowing as she frowned slightly. His restraints didn't look all that spectacular, probably iron, unlike her own. After all, it's not like he had super strength so he didn't need a special arrangement like some of the rest of them. But what he did have that the others didn't, was a gag. How in the hell did Hydra even know about him? Cassius was so new to the Academy, that everyone else in the room wouldn't even know who he was. But somehow Hydra knew, and they had him here.

She got a brief flash of a thought, hearing him call after her in the middle of all the chaos. Did he try to save her? No one tried to save Wren. Her and Mia Cage were some of the most indestructible people at the school. It's was usually assumed that they could handle their own. Wren stared at his arm which had a haphazard bandage around it that was stained crimson. She sighed softly. "I told you to hide," she said quietly to him. "Are you ok?"

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Frankie startled awake, hyperventilating as she looked around frantically. She pulled and tugged at the binds that pinned her to the wall. Why couldn't she break them? She could lift a car and stop a bus... But, she couldn't break out of the cuffs!? It was hard for her to keep a level head while in a helpless situation. In all of her life, she's never once been in a situation where she was completely, one hundred precent out of control and it terrified her.

She couldn't fight the tears that started to run down her cheeks as she continued to struggle against the restraints. Images of the previous night flashed through her head like snapshots going from a dance to the hell that she was in now. Frankie's memories froze on the sight of Nathaniel, falling to his knees when he couldn't save her. The sadness she saw his in his eyes overwhelmed her. "I will find you, Francita. I promise."

Frankie slowly gave up, her thrashing and seizing until she sat there with her head hung in defeat. She sniffled back the tears. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Overreacting wasn't going to help anything, but how could she not? After a moment, she raised her head to look around the room. "Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" Her eyes searched all of them for any answers they might have. Although she could guess what the answer was, she still hoped someone knew more than she did.

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Tobias slowly woke up, his head dizzy and sightly fuzzy. He tried to sit up but before he could even shift, a hand was on his shoulder holding him down against the bed. "Mr. Lehnsherr, you can't make any sudden movements or you'll tear your stitches."

He groaned, looking down at his abdomen. Tobias blinked the grogginess from his eyes as he tried to focus. Bandages were wrapped around his bare torso where he last remembered seeing blood and a piece of glass protruding from his side. He moved his hand to run his fingertips along the wrappings, furrowing his brows slightly. He sighed softly, looking back over to the hand that had held him down, meeting the gaze of a concerned nurse.

"You're going to be fine. The mechanism they put you in pushed the piece of glass further into your side. You suffered some minor internal bleeding, bumps and bruises, but nothing that won't heal over time."

Tobias nodded his head, keeping his hand on his side focused on the field of white that broke up his tattooed abdomen. His gaze slowly drifted to look around the medical wing. Honestly, Tobias had never stepped foot in this part of the academy. He never had to. All the simulations were relatively safe and any injuries he sustained were minor enough to just use a simple first aid kit. The room was stark white, with large windows that looked out over the harbor. But, most of the view was blocked by cranes and construction equipment as work had already begun to fix the hole in the side of the tower.

He looked around the large room, countless beds filled with the injured bodies of his classmates. Many faces he recognized populated the room, and obvious ones were missing. What calm he had started to fade away when he noticed the absence of a particular red head. Disregarding the nurse's warning, he sat up abruptly, holding his side with a groan. He tried to get out of his bed, but was stopped. "Where are the others? Where's Petra!?"

Tobias refused to sit down, nervously scanning each bed again and again, even checking the unharmed students lingered in the room to keep an eye on injured friends. Or maybe they didn't feel comfortable being alone at that particular moment. After all, who would be able to sleep after that? But she wasn't to be found. No red hair anywhere. He reached out his free hand to grab his cell phone on the table beside his bed, quickly cursing when he realized it was hers. "No, no. Where in the hell is she?"

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Ross was out cold. But when he heard Tobias becoming irate in the bed to the left of him, he woke up. Ross looked like death. He didn't get the worst of it like some of the others who were shot or whatever else. But, all of his injuries were cosmetic making him look like the shit end of an elephant. A white plastic form was taped over his broken nose. It didn't hide the deep shades of blue and purple that colored his cheeks and wrapped under his eyes. His left eye was nearly swollen shut with the same sickening color. With any movement of his mouth he felt the split in his lip threaten to reopen.

He could barely open his left eye as he turned his head to look towards Tobias. The tattooed male looked in fairly good condition other than the bandages wrapped around his torso. HIs injuries had to be more internal based on the nervousness of the nurses as they tried to get him to lay back down in his bed. Ross groaned as he placed his hands on the sides of the bed, pushing off of the mattress so that he was sitting up. Breathing hurt, like needles were poking his lungs. He looked down at his bare chest seeing a similar wrap around his own torso, but it wasn't stained with blood. Broken ribs maybe?

Tobias looked over toward Ross, his eyes wide when noticing the Scot was awake. "Ross! Where is Petra? Did they take her?"

Like an alarm in his head, Ross' mind flashed a siren. "Shite!" Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped the IV from his arm. He stumbled out of his bed, knocking over a tray as he caught himself against a table.

Nurses quickly hurried to his side, trying to steady him and move him back into bed. "Mr. McCulloch, you must stay in bed."

Ross, shoved their hands away, pushing past the nurses. "Aye will, just move." It seemed the more nurses he pushed past, the more congregated in front of him. "Move!" They didn't, instead speaking all their calming words as if he was in shock waking up in the hospital. He didn't have the time to explain himself. So, before they could get their hands on him, Ross turned and hurdled Tobias' bed, being sure to jump over his legs and nothing important.

"Sorry, mate!" he called back toward him as he sprinted out of the room in only hospital pants. Every corner he turned, Ross nearly lost his footing and balance, often slamming into the wall with a painful groan. His bare feet smacking against the tiled floors echoed throughout the halls as he ran. He ignored the flaring pain in his chest as his breathing became labored. Ross was terrified the mirror was gone or thrown out. No one would have known there was anything different with that compact compared to any other. Only he would know.

He reached the staircase, taking each flight in a step or two. Ross didn't bother waiting on an elevator. It would take too long and knowing J.A.R.V.I.S., the fucking A.I. wouldn't let him leave the floor and the nurses would quickly catch up with him. As he turned down the hallway towards the ball room, debris littered the floor and caution tape covered the doors. Ross tried his best to tip toe run through the debris, not particularly wanting to cut his feet.

"Mr. McCulloch, this part of the Academy is currently off limits for repairs. If you proceed any farther I will have to alert the mentors."

"Oy, shut up ya fackin' computer," Ross shouted toward the ceiling, waving his hand as if to dismiss the A.I.. He slammed his shoulder into the closest door, throwing it open. The room looked like an utter and complete disaster, but not as bad as it had the night before. The construction crew had already started to clean out all the debris, and there were no longer bodies littered throughout the room.

The closet construction workers froze where they stood, turning to look at Ross. Some dropped what they did, and came at him like trying to catch a cornered wild animal. "Have any of ya found a small compact mirror?" he asked as his eyes frantically searched the room.

"Sir, I think you're just in shock. Would you like to take a seat and we can get you help?"

Ross smacked away one of their hands as they reached out for him. "Don't touch meh unless ya want a broken hand!" The men weren't dumb and knew what building they were in. They didn't know who Ross was or what abilities he possessed, but they didn't seem like they were willing to test it. Smart move.

He pushed past them, trying to scratch the recesses of his mind to remember where she was when he threw the mirror. Ross froze, pressing his finger tips to his temples as he closed his eyes. He let the events of last night replay in his mind until it clicked. He sprinted across the room towards an over turned table. He flipped it out of the way his left hand, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the mirror intact on the ground. He quickly picked it up and flipped it open. Ross then slid his right hand through the mirror, holding it out into the mirror dimension. "Red! It's meh," he said, motioning his hand in a come hither motion. "Come on, take me hand."

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Mia had awoken before many of the others in the infirmary, having only sustained swollen ribs and a bruised eyebrow bone, she had seemingly gotten off lightly compared to many of the other descendants. The nurses had laid her while unconscious on a daybed of sorts, needing the actual hospital beds for those more injured - such as Zachary. Since she came to before him, Mia had refused to leave his side, finding herself a seat at his bedside.

The nurses had tried to coerce her into having a shower and grabbing a change of clothes from her penthouse but Mia refused, watching as Zachary slept as the hours passed. She too tried to get some rest in, but her mind was too focused on the previous nights mayhem that she couldn't drift off. Eventually she was brought a pair of scrubs to put on in place of her badly battered and ripped outfit, since she refused to leave and get her own clothes.

Touching her eyebrow, she winces slightly, obviously she hadn't obtained any cuts or grazes from the fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have a nasty looking bruise. For now, it shone red and swollen, but Mia knew full well that by the end of the day it would have deepened to a gross yellowy purple.

Sighing, Mia turns her attention to the others in the room. Having never been to the infirmary before (why would she need to?) Mia found the stark white walls and almost overwhelming smell of cleaning solutions overpowering, contrasting the bruised and beaten faces of her friends, many still unconscious. Noticing that Tobias and Ross seemed to be awake, Mia almost wanted to go over and talk to them about what they had experienced last night, despite not being particularly close - or even really friends - with either of them.

However, before Mia is able to get up from her seat, she sees Tobias frantically calling out, asking about Petra. Mia hadn't seen the redhead at all since she'd been awake, which lead her to believe that perhaps she was taken along with the others. God, how many of them had Hydra gotten?

Watching Ross yank the drip from his arm and set off sprinting was shocking for Mia; she'd never seen him move so fast. What was he doing, did he really think that he could run after the helicraft? Mia knew full well that they were long gone. Mia's mind buzzed with so many questions, she wanted to immediately start searching for those that had been taken, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Zachary - wanting to be the first one he sees when he wakes up. Hopefully that would bring him some kind of comfort.

Looking back down at her friend she sighs once more, he had sustained quite a few injuries, including a couple broken ribs. Pushing a strand of his black hair from his face, Mia watches him sadly for a few moments, "Please be okay." She whispers, voicing her prayers out loud.


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When Cas came around, he couldn't understand where he was. Hunched up against a wall, all the pain of the previous night came back to him and Cas groaned in pain. His left eye was puffy and hard to open - something he could thank being hit in the face by the butt of a gun for. And why could he barely swallow, was he gagged?

Trying to talk he realised that no sound would come out, those clever bastards really knew what they were doing. Gagging him so he couldn't use his abilities against them. His hands were shackled to the wall, no matter how hard he pulled Cas was only human and could not break himself free.

It took Cas a solid few minutes to realise he was not alone in the dimly lit room, glancing around at unfamiliar faces until his eyes landed on her, Wren. What had come over him last night, why did he try so hard to save her? Cas didn't even know Wren, why did he feel the need to run after her like that?

Wren finally turned to look at him, confusion written all over her face. "I told you to hide," she whispers to him. "Are you ok?" Cas wished more than anything he could talk to her, and explain that he couldn't just watch them take her - or maybe he would just be a cocky asshole as usual - though having the ability to speak was a luxury the man had not been afforded. Instead all Cas could do was nod in response, feeling a pain in his neck as he does so from the awkward angle he had been placed in upon arrival.

He knew it was stupid to want to ask if she was okay, Wren Wilson could survive just about anything. Nevertheless, being fucking harpooned has got to have hurt. Cas knew that if he had just hidden then the Hydra soldiers would have taken him for another U.N. official and left him alone, but of course seeing his powers in action it was hard not to figure out he was Kilgrave's son. Now they were both stuck here together, shackled to the wall in a prison god knows where.

Cas' attention is taken from Wren by another woman, thrashing about in her restraints. Was that Frankie Parker? She was practically the poster girl for all things good and wholesome, the face of the mutant campaign. Watching the tears stream down her face, Cas very nearly rolls his eyes. Now was not the time for crying, now was the time for getting the fuck out of here. Of course, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for her too, sweetness practically radiated from her, if anyone deserved not to be here - it was Frankie Parker.

"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" She asks, before sighing deeply, "Please tell me no one died..." Cas wants to respond, but he can barely breathe. Whoever tied the gag around his mouth clearly has a personal vendetta against either him or his father because Cas was practically being choked by the thing.

Cas barely recognised anyone else, Poison Ivy's daughter was here, the one Wren had been talking to a mere few moments before everything kicked off. Most of the others were unfamiliar to him, I must brush up on my mutant knowledge Cas thinks to himself, trying to lighten his own depressing mood since he couldn't talk to comfort others.

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Ulrich woke with a start and was met with a bite into his wrists. He glanced up to his restraints and the wall and tugged with more force but he was dry of his strength. He was dry on all his powers. Ulrich gave a glance downward at himself, the bullet holes through his tux and blood stains. He prayed no one brought special attention to it because if you could bleed, you could be killed and he much preferred to be seen as something indestructible. It was safer for everyone that way.
Ulrich finally took in his company. He knew he wasn't alone but his priority was himself and since any initial escape plan hadn't worked...he might as well have seen other unfortunate prisoners.
Lilith, Wren, Alec, Caitra and...some guy.

"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy? Please tell me no one died..."

Ulrich smiled. It was good for Frankie to maintain a sense of humor even in a dull situation but seeing the others less pleased expressions and looking back to Frankie, he realized maybe it wasn't a joke. His smile faded. "Only those that deserved it or weren't smart enough to duck," he assured. And those that weren't smart enough to duck when bullets went flying deserved it. If there wasn't that general smarts in people then they were no big loss on the world. "From what I heard, Nathaniel ripped up some of the men. Literally I heard it. The crack, snap and screams of agony." Ulrich reported animatedly and smirked at the memory fondly. Nathaniel did good even if it was some venomous beast that possessed him temporarily or whatever his situation was.

Ulrich's eyes washed over the others once more. It was quite a mix they picked up. Wren, a deadly and super assassin; Lilith, a manipulator of plants and toxins; Alec, a magician. This newer face he had no clue but the gag in the mouth seemed rough. Some verbal or audio control maybe or maybe he was just giving their captures a tough time. Then...Ulrich stooped his head a little to check Caitra. Even the likes of her speed couldn't get away and she was rather quiet. "You okay? How'd they manage to catch the second speediest person?"
He teased but there was some truth and concern behind his question. Allen was smarter and fast...she must have tried to play hero to get caught.

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Astrid was one of the first to come around but she stayed seated watching Mia by Xavier's side as an ice pack was pressed to her jaw and she clutched her shoulder. She had been offered pain killers, but with her metabolism the amount to actually kill the pain would risk putting her in a drowsy state and she needed to be their for the others. She needed to be alert.

When they started to come around, most of them freaked or barked what was happening or where certain people were. Understandably.

“Guys, collect yourselves,” Astrid said, barely covering her grimace as her left cheek radiated pain. The staff were just doing their job, in fact aiding them to the best of their ability and being in hysterics wasn't going to help anyone. Not those taken or those laying in beds still recovering.

“We got to screw our heads on right before we can help anyone else,” she told them. Of course it was frightening for people to be taken right under their noses, for their fortress to be invaded. Astrid felt the panic and anxiety too. But in this moment, composure was important and in the case of throbbing headaches, they shouldn't have been yelling across to each other.

Astrid gently prompted the nurse away to spend her efforts elsewhere.

She did a head count and noticed there were few more than she thought that were missing. Taken, she mentally corrected herself. They couldn't have been dead because Hydra would have come in using lethal force from the beginning. Wren, Lilith, Ulrich, Alec, Caitra, Frankie. “Oh, Frank.” The pit of her stomach dropped and Astrid held herself. Wren had a mouth and was gifted in antagonizing people. Ulrich had a god complex, Lilith had a sadistic queen complex. Alec could be a little lippy. They would make the most of being prisoners. The other two were least deserving and likely wouldn't provoke torture.

Astrid steadily strode between the rows and rows of beds to check how her peers were coping and the UN officials, though in honesty they were far less of a priority. She got to the entry of the infirmary and froze. Her shield was there, propped against the wall painted in hydra colors and the star replaced with their symbol. A skull with six tentacles emerging from it in red and black. “I don't suppose you know who did that?” she questioned through clenched teeth.

A nearby nurse shook her head. “No, sorry. There's been lots of people coming in and out.”

Astrid stared at it for some time before lunging to it and flipping it around. Her eyes couldn’t bear into the taunting hydra symbol. Her fists clenched by her sides.

The more she processed the worse things appeared. Hydra struck when the academy hosted an event for the UN. They only abducted some students. Astrid clutched her hair. How much was orchestrated and how much was luck? They would only be able to put their heads together once they were composed enough.



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Lilith woke up gasping and immediately went to feel her own throat. Her fingers tentatively inspected the damage she couldn't see, but she could feel it. One little touch sent her hand retracting. She imagined she must have modeled a blue and purple neck and not in any steamy way.

Lilith then saw her chains and some of the others. She had a little leeway at least being the weak link of the group which was a perk and insulting all the same. She twiddled her fingers trying to prompt some green to help her out but her powers were a no show.

Her eyes met Wren's and she instinctively mirrored her poor smile. "I saw you kicking ass back there. Your training is showing... But, when we get out of here, I'll have to teach you how to get out of a choke hold."

It didn't feel too wrong to genuinely smile then. And something else hit her, pride. Only a smudge because clearly she wasn't good enough to get out of an ox's choke hold. “Thank you,”
she replied though the words were barely audible. Lilith tried to clear her throat. “He was a monster in size so I look forward to your teachings,” she croaked.

Just as she said it, she wished she hadn't. Her eyes saw - and couldn't unsee Wren's large spider-shaped scar and what tried to remain of her dress on her abdomen. Lilith got choked by a big guy, big whoop. Wren got...god knows what. Hog-tied or something.

"Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" Lilith turned to Frankie then took a look around for anyone that wanted to pipe up. Mr. Smooth Talker was present and by default he couldn't say anything. Lilith shrugged as response in case she was expectant on her for an answer. "Please tell me no one died..."

She almost thought about answering Frankie since no one else helped the girl with peace of mind, but she was too late. "Only those that deserved it or weren't smart enough to duck." Lilith shook her head, unable to help the smile that passed her lips. She couldn't have said it better herself, but for Frankie, it was probably best to divert from the truth a little. "From what I heard, Nathaniel ripped up some of the men. Literally I heard it. The crack, snap and screams of agony," Ulrich continued.

Yes, I had to play hopscotch over the different body parts flying out of the cloud of smoke, she had half a mind to chime but mercifully did not. Besides, her vocals weren’t feeling great and Bane wasn't the only one dropping bodies.

Around her conversation seemed to change to individual 'are you okays?', 'how'd you get caught', 'I care about you' so she closed her eyes and strapped in for damsel in distress. She had no role in such conversations. Lilith also had a half mind to inquire who Wren's plus one was, but she figured it would be a little unfair since he couldn't speak for himself, whether that be truth or lie.

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ImagePetra remained acutely aware of the passage of time. Every minute ticking by was agony, with nothing to do but to watch as Hydra left, leaving the detritus of the attack to the Academy. She watched as all the unconscious people were taken out of the room to the infirmary, watched as they carried Ross out, her heart aching the entire time.

He'll come back for me. He has to.

For a little while she wandered among the various shards, feeling like an intruder in what should have been her home, except that her home had never experienced such chaos before. What was it that Rachmaninoff had said? I feel like a ghost in a world grown alien.

Eventually she returned to where she'd first entered, sinking onto the floor opposite the shard reflected by the compact. She couldn't go anywhere, so she might as well remain where she could be found.

The adrenaline of the past hour caught up to her quickly, though, and she found her eyelids closing, even as she willed herself to stay awake. This fight was a brief and victoryless one - within minutes she was asleep, sitting on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest.

She was awoken, half an eternity later, by shouting. "Where are the others? Where's Petra?!"

Raising her head, she blinked the heaviness away, trying to figure out the source of the voice. Oddly familiar, though the same couldn't be said for her surroundings - she seemed to be everywhere, and yet nowhere at once.

Then she remembered. Ross and his stupid compact. Through a shard on her right she could see Tobias sitting upright in what looked like the infirmary, looking around frantically. She sighed to herself, making no effort to try to communicate with him. It would be fruitless, and she'd already established nothing was leaving this realm until Ross came back.

Speak of the devil... A familiar figure all but leapt out of the next bed, scrambling to his feet. "Shite!"

Petra rolled her eyes, suddenly irate. "Thanks for remembering me, I guess," she said aloud to the empty air, watching as Ross struggled past the nurses to return to the now-ruined ballroom.

"Red! It's meh. Come on, take me hand." A hand reached out through the glass in front of her. She grasped it tightly, pulling herself to her feet, and stepped back through.

Up close, he looked even worse than she had initially realised. The beating he'd endured earlier had clearly taken its toll, his face a canvas of bruises, and the bandages wrapped around his chest weren't any comfort either. Taking advantage of their contact from where she still held his hand, she tried to transfer some of the magic that helped her heal to him. A sudden rush of warmth through her hand, and what magic she'd managed to summon passed through to him. Not much, seeing how drained she was, but perhaps enough to speed up the process and relieve some of his pain.

Ignoring the men in the room gaping at the girl who'd just stepped out of nowhere, she let go of Ross and took a step back. "Are you - okay?" She paused, aware of what a stupid question that was. "You didn't have to do that. I'm more than capable of looking after myself, and you got yourself hurt for it. That was completely unnecessary." Her tone changed, expression hardening. For once, she didn't want to be closed off, but she couldn't stop herself - once a Maximoff got started there was no stopping them, and it was her nature to mask her real emotions. "I could have helped. I could have done something, but you decided to put me in your stupid mirror -" She cut herself off with a barely-veiled sob. Turning her back on Ross, she strode back to the infirmary. At least Tobias was there, she didn't need to try to hide her thoughts with him.

Why did you have to get hurt helping me?


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ImageHis father, sitting in a chair beside his bed. "Riley." A soothing hand, weighing heavy on his shoulder. "You know you can't save everyone, right?"

"That's not true," he tried to say, but his mouth was filled with cotton, packed all the way down his throat, in his lungs. "That's not true," he tried again, and this time he felt blood bubble up from between his teeth, dripping hot and heavy from his lips.

"It is true. Even me." The figure wavered, growing insubstantial, almost transparent, then holes began to burn through him as though he were nothing more than paper.

"No!" Riley gasped, jackknifing upright. Can't breathe - Clawing desperately at his chest and face, his scrabbling fingers found a hard casing over his mouth and nose. He couldn't find the edges for a moment - oh god it's welded to my face - but that irrational thought left him quickly as he slipped a nail under it, and pulled it away, the straps tugging loose.

"Mr. Barton, please!" A nurse hurried to his side. She took the casing from him while he sucked in several breaths, the air rattling in his lungs. When his head finally cleared and he looked at her, her lips were twisted in an ironic smile, trying to appear comforting. "This was supposed to help you with breathing, but I suppose if you can manage without..." She raised the thing in her hands, and only then did Riley see that it was an oxygen mask.

It was hard to see her clearly. While he tried to make sense of what he was looking at, the scene would fade, breaking up and reconverging. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, uh... I can't seem to..." He checked the chair beside the bed surreptitiously. No trace of his dad. It was only just a dream. What if the nurse began to burn up, though?

Somewhere someone was yelling. Maybe two someones. Was it Tobias? Another someone darted past, drawing the nurse's attention. She turned, half ready to attend to the situation, but thought better of it, seeing as it already had so much attention from her colleagues. Her attention returned to Riley, resuming her attempts to be comforting.

"Well, you're suffering the effects of hypoxia and a possible concussion. Try and get some rest, okay? I'll come back to check on you when you're done with this." She tapped the bag attached to the other end of his IV. One final kindly smile, and she left to continue making her rounds.

She hadn't forbidden him from getting up, so Riley swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. A wave of dizziness rolled over him, and he staggered, almost sitting down again. Only the IV pole was there to support him, and he gripped it tightly, taking deep, deliberate breaths until his head stopped feeling like it was going to pop off his shoulders.

He was wearing pajamas. Where had these come from? They rustled when he moved, and were cool against his skin - nothing like the soft comfort of the sweatshirts he loved so much.

With no particular goal in mind, Riley wandered among the beds, feeling like an invalid as he dragged the IV pole behind him. Astrid strode past him, looking far less worse for the wear, but she didn't stop to talk. He shuffled past the rows of beds until he saw a familiar face - Andrew. Feeling a bit guilty for passing out on him, Riley dropped into the chair by his bedside. The least he could do was offer Andrew a comforting presence when he came round.

While seated, Riley continued to look around, making a mental count of those missing. Another pang of guilt wormed its way into his stomach as he realised Frankie was gone. He could have helped her, should have helped her - but he didn't, and now she was in Hydra's hold. Maybe he would have the energy to feel something stronger about this turn of events later, but for now there was little more he could think besides disappointment at his own inability.

You know you can't save everyone, right?


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ImageOutside the infirmary, an argument was well under way.

"Be reasonable, please, Wynne. After that attack, you can't stay on. It's illogical and pointless."

Wynne's hands were shaking, but her voice was steady. "No, father. Hydra got what they wanted. They won't be back soon. We need to learn to work together against an external force, and now, more than ever, we need the Academy's support. There's even more reason for me to stay than before."

Gods, but did her wounds hurt. Medical had been quick to remove the bullets and wrap her wings to the best of their ability - perhaps they should have called a vet in for her - but accelerated healing factor be damned, she'd never felt pain like this before. And if that wasn't the nail in the coffin, she'd awoken way earlier than most of the others, while they were pulling the bullets out of her. It was a wonder her screams hadn't been enough to rouse the entire infirmary from their drugged sleep.

But she hadn't pulled her trump card yet. Fixing her eyes on her father's, she pitched her voice low. "What's illogical and pointless is setting our name up as blood traitors to those we should have stood by. Neither those who occupy this building nor those who just blew a hole in it are very happy with both of us at the moment, so I would suggest taking any opportunity we can to remedy that. With the right faction."

Warren's jaw tightened, if that was even possible given how he was all but grinding his teeth already. Wynne was surprised he wasn't spitting loose teeth at her, to be honest.

"Fine. But remember who put you here - someone who could take that away just as easily." He didn't just mean the Academy, of course - if Warren Worthington wanted to regain the title of the only mutant in the United Nations, he could tear her away from her position. She knew that well enough.

"I'll remain in touch. Father." Fearful she'd crack, Wynne turned and went back into the infirmary, sweeping past the Rogers girl. She wasn't accustomed to opposing her father, and every time it happened it was terrifying. This was one of the rare times she'd come out on top, and she would treasure it.

Because it wasn't about keeping an eye on mutants, it wasn't about making sure they picked the right side to fight for. It wasn't even about trying to clear her own name. Wynne had wanted to reclaim her identity for a long time, and she'd be lying if she said the adrenaline rush from earlier wasn't addictive - even if it had resulted in her getting shot. But not only had she finally been able to see the Academy she'd always felt would be more accepting of her than her own home, but a student had stepped in front of flying debris for her. Whether he had done it intentionally was irrelevant. He had helped her, and now she owed him.

Tobias was sitting up in bed, yelling about Petra Maximoff. Wynne revisited her mental notes briefly - right, she was his niece - trying to recall if she'd seen the redheaded mutant among the chaos earlier. No, she couldn't remember her, not since she'd left with Ross McCulloch while Wynne was talking to Tobias.

A nurse was restraining Tobias from getting out of bed, trying to placate him. Wynne hovered uncertainly behind her, wondering if she could offer help. Maybe she was just being a hindrance - no, she hadn't anywhere else to go, not after storming off.

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ImageJensen jerked awake, arms flailing, still mentally in the battle. It took her a moment to realise her surroundings - though that realisation didn't help calm her down.

Heart pounding, she looked around at the others, hoping to hear Wren and Alec going at it as per usual. Pointless, really, when she had seen Wren with that - that thing - protruding from her torso, being pulled into the Hydra helicraft, but she could hope Alec had moved out of the heat of the fight, unlike her, and made it out untouched.

No such luck. Only Jensen, of their original three, remained in the Academy. A cold sensation began at the top of her scalp, trickling down slowly to her ears, then down her neck. What would happen to those in Hydra's hands, she couldn't say for sure. But they had gone after a specific number amongst them, and of those students Alec would be the weakest, having been forced to leave his hat behind in his room. Jensen briefly cursed JARVIS and the mentors for not having anticipated the situation, knowing full well that anyone with tools outside of what they innately possessed had been made to leave them behind anyway. It could have been any one of them.

Her breath hitched in her chest, and as it did pain radiated outward from the right side of her chest. She clutched at it, looking down. At some point of time someone had helped her out of her dress and into hospital pajamas, and under the papery blouse bandages covered the better part of her torso. Amazing. A cracked rib. Isn't that just the shit icing on top of a shit cake. She remembered sustaining a heavy blow to her right side, but she hadn't felt the pain then. Not until now, when it seemed like once the pain had started, it would never stop. And speaking of which...

Whoever had removed her dress was kind enough to leave it folded on the stand beside her bed, along with her other belongings. Rummaging through her clutch, she found an old compact, one she'd left in there to rot weeks before, and flipped it open. She was nursing a black eye and split lip to complement the bandage over her broken nose, to say nothing of the various cuts across her forearms inflicted by the flying debris. "Fuck," she croaked at no one in particular. Injuries were a bitch to heal, and everything hurt - but she'd be okay soon enough.

Jensen's hand had curled into a fist around the compact, now closed. She looked down. Blood seeped through her fingers, dripping into her lap, staining the thin bedsheets. Almost carelessly, she dropped the shattered plastic and glass pieces on the floor, then slammed her bloodied fist down on the bedside stand. The flimsy wood gave way with a loud crack, and the stand collapsed, broken.

Fuck indeed.

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Frankie, Lilith, Wren, Ulrich, Alec, a new dude, and herself. Hydra certainly knew exactly what they were doing; taking some of Academy's most powerful captive.

"I saw you kicking ass back there," Wren spoke first, directing her words towards Lilith. The redhead looked terrible, like she was throttled a thousand times and thrown to the pits of Hell each time. Despite that, Caitria didn't worry too much about her friend, as horrible as it sounded; Wren would definitely heal. Perhaps that's why she managed to be captured - Wren seemed so invincible that no one ever tried to save her, thinking that she would never need it. Caitria knew that why no one attempted to go after herself was because of the same reason; after all, if Caitria was as fast as her reputation claimed, it seemed that she would be able to escape anything. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

"You okay?" Ulrich's words interrupted Caitria's stream of thought. "How'd they manage to catch the second speediest person?" Caitria cracked a small smile at the teasing in his tone, but she could tell that Ulrich was genuinely concerned.

"It was a preschool trick," Caitria responded wearily. "The simplest thing ever; a device that's attracted to an excess of kinetic energy. It's like a magnet, sticking to whatever's exuding the most kinetic energy within a certain area and using that very kinetic energy to power itself. The cycle repeats." Caitria sighed. "It's really stupid, 'cause this isn't anything new - my dad encountered similar things multiple times, and he never ended up in a situation like... this." Caitria's own words emphasized the group's somber surroundings.
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Andrew felt stuck in a perpetual state of sleep paralysis. He felt awake - he knew he was on a makeshift hospital bed, and that there was an IV attached to his arm. However, as much as he tried, he couldn't open his eyes, nor move his limbs. He couldn't control his breathing either; his breaths were typical of any sleeping person, and that felt suffocating to Andrew.

The brunette man tried to calm his mind as he attempted to regain command over his body. Finally, he grasped onto a bit of control, being able to take deeper breaths and move his left leg slightly. However, the sensation slipped from Andrew's grasp just as quickly as it came.

Andrew struggled to keep in touch of his senses; finally, complete and utter control washed over his as he shot up from the hospital bed, head spinning and gasping slightly. He turned his head, almost jumping back when he caught sight of Riley at the edge of his bed.

Andrew scanned the room and the aftermath of the chaos that took place. After a few moments, he turned his head to face Riley. "What the hell happened?"
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Thaleia's eyes shot open abruptly. She took a few moments to recover before narrowing her eyes, scanning the room - it wasn't pretty. She glanced at the IV in her right arm, before moving her gaze to her vitals on the nearby screen. Normal, for the most part. Thaleia nonchalantly ripped the IV out of her arm, slipping out of the makeshift hospital bed. She glanced at the others; compared to practically everyone else, Thaleia was in excellent shape. It was the damn speedster. Although she'd never admit it, Thaleia was in debt.

Speaking of the speedster, Thaleia couldn't see her anywhere in the room. She caught sight of a nurse and walked briskly towards her. "Hey."

The nurse turned around, a look of shock on her face. "Ms. Castle, what are you doing up and about? You're supposed to be resting!" Thaleia shrugged off the nurse's remarks before gripping her shoulders harshly. A look of fear flashed in the nurse's eyes for a split second.

"Where's Caitria Allen?" Thaleia demanded cooly. A look of recognition washed over the nurse's face, before an expression of pity replaced it. Thaleia narrowed her eyes, barking out, "What?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Castle," the nurse said gently, "but Caitria Allen was one of the few taken captive by the enemy forces, along with Wren Wilson, Lilith Isley, Alec Constantine, Ulrich Zod, Francis Parker, and Cassius Thompson."

Thaleia narrowed her eyes. "Flash Junior could win a prize for being the best at running away," she stated coldly, "and Deadpool's basically a murder machine. What the fuck happened to them? And who the hell is this Cassius Thompson?"

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Wren was happy that she managed to make Lilith smile. Considering their situation, a smile wasn't something to be expected of anyone. “Thank you,” Lilith said quietly. It was obvious the choke hold from the night prior took more of a toll on her than what met the eyes. “He was a monster in size so I look forward to your teachings,” she croaked.

The red head chuckled weakly, followed by a groan as she tried to break free of her binds yet again. "Eh, you have nothing to worry about. Getting out of a choke hold isn't about strength or their size... It's all about body movement." Wren probably would have wiggled her hips seductively at the comment of body movement, but she wasn't moving anything anytime soon restrained the way she was.

Her brows knit together as she tried not to look too sullen at the sight of Cas. Wren couldn't imagine having her voice taken from her. Everyone knew she rarely ever shut up, it wasn't a special ability, just her annoying quirk. But God did she wish he listened to her. No one knew who he was, and there was no way Hydra knew. He could have hid under a table and waited it out. But that didn't happen, and here he was.

Cassius nodded in response to her question. He might say he's ok, but to Wren's eyes he didn't look ok. Not that he would die from blood loss from a wound there. But there was still the possibility of infection. She studied his face for a moment, noticing his gaze fell to the whole in her gown and the remnants of the harpoon that skewered her like a wild boar. The spider legs of the wound stretched across her abdomen. They were blue and purple surrounded by a halo of sickly yellow. It was healing, but far slower than she usually healed. She sighed softly, looking up at Cas. "I'm ok... 'Tis but a scratch," Wren said with her best British accent and a weak smile.

Wren sighed, glancing around at the others. Then her eyes stopped on Alec who sat across from her. She pursed her lips, stretching her legs to try and bump his foot with her own, but he was too far away. "Hey," she said quietly to get his attention. Wren could tell by the look on his face that he was a deer in headlights. Somehow, someone as cool and collected as Alec seemed more freaked out than Frankie... Who honestly always seemed level headed as well. "Alec... It's going to be ok. We'll get out of—"

Her attention was drawn toward the entrance of the cell when a group of three Hydra soldiers, unlocked the door. One by one they filed into the small quarters, sizing up each and every one of them. Wren watched as they seemed to be deciding which one of them they wanted. "Those two look like they're ready to break right now," one said motioning toward Alec and Frankie.

"Yeah but that one," another added pointing at Cassius. "If we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier." He hooked his fingers on his belt. "Then we can just kill them all and be done with it."

The other guard nodded his head, and started to walk toward Cas, reaching for the keys hooked to his belt. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson."

Wren didn't like the sound of anything the Hydra soldiers were saying. Her hands began to tug against her restraints as they started to walk past her and go for Cas. They were right. If they broke Cas, all he'd have to do is say the right words to each of them... And they'd have no choice but to obey. But more than that... She feared for him. Why though? She barely knew him, yet the thought of those Hydra fucks taking him boiled her blood.

Before she could help it, Wren was shouting out toward the guards. "Hey!" She aggressively thrashed in her binds, kicking and groaning. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... Then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!"

The solider froze just before he went to unlock Cas' binds, turning his head toward Wren. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"You, ya fuckin' pussy!" Wren hissed at him, then spat in his face.

Without hesitation, the solider had his hand around Wren's throat. But she only laughed and smiled up at him as his grip tightened, making it harder for her to breath. "Listen here you little whore," he growled down at her with his face close to hers. "Say one more thing, and I'll drag that perky little ass of yours out by your hair."

Wren smirked through her strained breathing, not showing her strain. She stretched her neck, leaning her head up to meet the solider's as best as she could until her face was an inch from hers. "Go. Fuck. Yourself." Wren then lunged forward. Her teeth snapped around the tip of the man's nose. As he pulled away, she bit down harder until a piece of his flesh tore from his face, caught between her canines. She then spit the skin back at him, her mouth stained by his blood.

"You bitch!" he screamed out, bringing his hands to cup his nose. A crimson tide slowly started to flow from between his fingers, and stream down his neck.

Wren grinned as the blood clung to her gums and dripped from her bottom lip. Out of anger, the Hydra soldier raised his leg, landing a loud and forceful kick to her jaw, breaking it on contact. She let her head dangle as she tried to catch her breath. Wren was no longer able to talk, barely able to move her mouth. A broken jaw was a new one for her, no doubt it'd heal soon, but it didn't feel good. With her jaw cocked to the right, drooping low and at an awkward, unnatural angle, she tried her best to smile up at him.

"Get her!" He ordered the other soldiers as his hand still held his nose.

"But, what about Kilgrave?" one asked, motioning over his shoulder toward Cas.

"Fuck him. Obviously, Ms. Wilson here wants to be first."

"But she heals... Torturing her would be pointless. If we took Cassius first—"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET HER!"

Without anymore hesitation, the other two soldiers scurried over to Wren. She had their attention, and after all that was what she wanted. She hoped that maybe she could see something about this place that would give her insight on how to get out or something. Worse comes to worse... At least she was the one being tortured and not the others. Wren knew it'd hurt. Just because she could heal, didn't mean she didn't feel it like everyone else. But, out of everyone there, she was the one that could handle it.

She couldn't fight, even if she wanted to. Her jaw snapped back in place just before she looked around at the others. Wren's gaze locked on Alec's and then Cas'. She gave her bravest smile and a wink just before one of the solider's grabbed her head, and snapped her neck. The guard with the bleeding nose grabbed a fist full of Wren's hair and began to drag her unconscious body out of the cell. The other two locked the door behind them as he took her like a hunter dragging his trophy.




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"Only those that deserved it or weren't smart enough to duck," Ulrich responded. That wasn't the answer Frankie was hoping for, nor did that really answer her question. She tensed, as much as humanly possible being restrained and chained to the wall.

"That's not what I meant... Did anyone of us die?" Would any of them know? Frankie could barely keep herself conscious, let alone notice what was happening beyond...

"From what I heard, Nathaniel ripped up some of the men. Literally I heard it. The crack, snap and screams of agony."

Frankie frowned slightly, her gaze falling to her lap, fixated on the torn and tattered fabric of her gown. She didn't notice the screams or anything. But she knew why Nathaniel did it. Everything he did, and everyone he killed was to try to get to her... To try and save her before the Hydra soldiers took her away. And he would have been successful if it weren't for the gun they held to her head. Her stomach turned and knotted at the thought of him falling to his knees with tears streaming down his cheeks.

How in the hell did all of this happen? Where did the academy go wrong? Frankie couldn't wrap her mind around what Hydra wanted, especially with those of them currently locked in that cell. From what she could tell, all of them weren't human. Although she didn't know about the unknown stranger that seemed to know Wren. Everyone that she did know had completely different abilities, and they were all significantly powerful. Why were they wanted though? Hydra had to see how this was a ticking time bomb. All they needed was one of them to get the upper leg and make the right move. Then it'd just be like another one of their simulations... Hydra didn't stand a chance... Or so she hoped.

Frankie was about to ask Wren who this other guy was, but before any words could even threaten to leave her lips hydra soldiers appeared. She tried to remain quiet and brave, even when they pointed at herself and Alec claiming that they were the easiest targets of the group. She wouldn't admit it, but it was probably true. Frankie was on the verge of a mental and emotional break down, and Alec didn't look to be doing any better.

What happened next left her completely and utterly speechless. Frankie just sat in awe as Wren taunted and insulted the hydra soldiers. She didn't know if it was to protect the guy or maybe because in the end... It was nearly impossible to kill her. But, Frankie wanted to tell her to shut up and just be obedient. Wren wasn't like that though. She was never the type to follow the rules. The blonde flinched, looking away when Wren took a piece of the guy's nose between her teeth and tore it off. Frankie coughed, trying not to gag from the sight.

Frankie watched, stunned as they broke her jaw and pried her from her binds against the wall. But of course, in a Wren like fashion, she winked towards them before they snapped her neck. All Frankie could do was watch in horrified silence as they dragged her away by her hair. She could only hope that the next time she saw Wren, she was running back to the cell with keys, a gun... Or something.

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When Ross felt Petra's hand grasp his own, he pulled her through the mirror until she was standing in the rubble that was the ballroom. He glanced down at their hands as he felt a wave of warmth pass from her to him. He didn't know what she was doing. But, whatever it was, it had a slight calming feeling. Kind of like standing under a hot shower after along day. Then she let go of his hand and took a step back. His hand remained frozen and outstretched for a moment, before falling down to his side.

"Are you - okay?" Ross was going to answer. He was fine. A little worse for the wear, but he was alive and would heal. But, when he parted his lips she just continued speaking. "You didn't have to do that. I'm more than capable of looking after myself, and you got yourself hurt for it. That was completely unnecessary." He sighed, but didn't divert his gaze. After all, Ross expected an angry rant from her. It could be expected of anyone at the academy. No one likes being saved because it either makes them feel weak, or think that others perceive them as weak. Of course, it was neither in his eyes, but she didn't know that.

"I could have helped. I could have done something, but you decided to put me in your stupid mirror -" Her words stopped as she sobbed. She then turned her back on him and started to head out of the ballroom.

Ross clenched his jaw, and quickly followed after her. Her caught up with Petra when she was in the hallway. "No. Ya don’ get ta do that!" He gently grabbed her arm, stopping her where she was and forcing her to face him. Ross couldn't give a rat's ass if she was mad at him, but if she was going to be mad at him... She was going to know why he did it. Not whatever she wanted to think.

"Ya think I don’ know that ya could’ve helped? Yeh could kill me with a bat of those gorgeous eyes of yers. ‘Em not a hero. ‘Em not gonna save da world some day. People like meh er insignificant compared ta gods like ya." Ross motioned his hand toward her. "Aye would have let ya blast those Hydra fuckers right out da hole they came in through. But, ya didn’t hear what I heard. They were lookin’ for ya. They called out yer fuckin’ name when they saw ya! You were on their list!

"Do ya know who da first person they took was?… Wren Wilson. Wren mother fuckin’ Wilson."
He paused for a moment. Ross didn't look away from Petra, but let that thought truly sink in. Wren Wilson, someone who could take on one hundred people without breaking a sweat was the first person kidnapped. "She didn’t get two hits in before they shot a harpoon through her like she was a roast pig. They knew what they were doin’. If they had a way to capture all da others, ya think they didn’t have a way to get ya too?"

Ross sighed, shaking his head slightly while running his hands back through his messy hair. "I don’ care if ya hate me for the rest of yer life, because at least you’d be alive. I did what was in me power to do. Because I couldn’t look at Tobias and tell ‘em yer gone…" It was only then that he looked away, his gaze fixated on his feet. "’N fuck Tobias, I couldn’t let ya be taken!" Ross looked back up at her. He wasn't yelling at her or angry, but almost like he was begging her to understand. "I wouldn’t! ‘Em not important, but you are. I’m sorry, Petra… But, I won’t apologize for what I did. ’N I’d do it again without a moment’s hesitation, even if it meant me life for yers."

With nothing more to say, Ross inhaled a shaky breath, no longer able to hold her gaze. He lingered there for a moment, before pivoting on his heels and slowly trudging his way back to the infirmary. As he stepped through the doorway, he was instantly met by Tobias' gaze. Ross didn't really have words, but gave the man a nod of his head in reassurance as he walked past him.

Nurses instantly drew to him like moths to a flame. "Mr. McCulloch, you must rest. You could rupture an organ with your broken ribs if you aren't careful."

"Yeah, yeah," Ross waved them off, walking past his own bed. "I know."

"Where are you going?"

"Over here," he groaned, slowly lowering himself to sit at the foot of Jensen's bed. Ross' hand held his side as he tried to relax. His whole escape attempt quickly catching up with him.

The nurses didn't quite know how to react to that. One stood there, staring at Ross in confusion, while the other seemed unamused, crossing her arms over her chest. "That bed is occupied..."

Ross rolled his eyes. "She won't mind," He said as he laid back in Jensen's bed so that they were shoulder to shoulder. He looked over at his friend from the corner of his eyes, then back at the nurse. Ross didn't feel like being alone at the current moment. Although they technically weren't alone in the infirmary, he wanted to be with a friend. Plus, his bed was next to Tobias' and that was no doubt where Petra would head. Just because he's accepted that she is mad at him, didn't make it any easier for him to handle.

"And what about your IV?"

"Fer the love of God, woman. Its on wheels int it?" The nurse huffed, realizing it was a losing battle. She rolled his IV stand over to him. Without any form of nurse gentleness, she grabbed his arm and practically stabbed the needle back into his arm. But Ross refused to give her the satisfaction of wincing. Once he was set back up, he waved her off not wanting to deal with anyone he didn't have to.

Ross didn't have to be a genius to know that Jensen needed a friend. From the looks of things her two closest friends were gone. He saw the rubble that was the bed stand next to her and the blood in her palm. "Ey!" he called out to the retreating nurse who begrudgingly turned to face him. "I need bandages." The woman shoved her hand into the pocket of her scrubs, pulling out a small spool of bandage wrap. She then threw it at him and walked away before he could ask for anything else.

"Bitch," Ross mumbled under his breath as he sat up slowly. "Lemme see it," He wiggled his fingers, asking for Jensen's injured hand. He carefully and quietly picked any pieces of glass from her palm, then wrapped her hand. Once he was done, he laid back down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "Don' worry, Jones. Wren is tough. She'll take care 'o Alec." He looked around the room, then back at Jensen. "Aye give it a day before Wilson struts back in 'ere wit one of their heads on a spike."




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"Um. Hi," Tobias heard sheepishly behind his own thrashing and fighting against the nurses. No one came to see if he was ok. No one in the school cared if he was alive or dead except Petra, which was the entire reason he was freaking out in the first place. He froze when his gaze was met by grey blue eyes and blonde hair. His attention was then quickly drawn toward the shirtless Scot that trudged back into the infirmary. Ross gave him a nod which set Tobias at ease, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

He motioned the nurses away, allowing himself to slink back into his bed. Tobias took a moment to catch his breath, his right hand cupping his bandaged wound. He slowly looked back up toward Wynne, noticing the bandages on her wings. "I thought I blocked you?" he asked, confused. Honestly, Tobias had no idea how to talk to anyone, because they never talked to him. And after the events of last night, surliness wasn't going to help any of them cope.

He was going to attempt some light hearted sarcastic comment about her sticking around at the academy after everything, but a loud slam got his attention. Tobias sat up in his bed, seeing the after math of nurses being pushed in every direction away from a distraught Nathaniel. He then stepped forward, addressing them all as they laid half beaten to death in beds. "We obviously need to find them and work together. Does anyone have any ideas on a plan?"

Tobias carefully stood up and walked over toward the distraught giant. Today seemed to be a day of firsts for a lot of them. Nathaniel was talking to more than just one person, and Tobias... was actually going to go initiate a conversation with someone else instead of the opposite. He slowly raised his hand to rest it on Nathaniel's shoulder. He might be a powerful man, but he was as transparent as glass. It didn't take a genius to know that he was upset and out of sorts because of Frankie's capture. Tobias didn't blame him, he'd be the same way if Petra was gone.

"I'll help you, Nathaniel," he said, looking up into the man's eyes. "And I'm sure everyone else wants revenge too. But, we need to heal first or we'll be useless and our friends will die." Well, no one was friends with Tobias, but that wasn't the point. None of them could go rushing into battle right now. No one could even rush if they wanted to. Plus, they had no idea where to start.

Tobias quickly began to feel light headed, and let himself stumble back until he was sitting at the foot of his bed. He looked over at Wynne, and motioned for her to take a seat if she wanted. There was no point in standing around, she had to be tired like the rest of them. He tried to think of something to say, but the mentors finally decided to grace them all with their presence.

Alfred looked nearly on the edge of tears and like he hadn't gotten a single minute of sleep. Knowing the man, he probably helped nurse them all while they laid unconscious in the infirmary. Even Phil seemed a bit sullen, struggling to find something to say. But, to no surprise, Mycroft seemed completely indifferent, stepping forward while clearing his throat. "It's nice to see that you all are well. As—"

"Are ya fuckin' mad?!" Ross chimed in from the far side of the room. "We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!"

"Yes, Mr. McCulloch." It looked as though the mentor was trying not to roll his eyes, like Ross' reaction was an inconvenience.

Alfred spoke up, his voice even cracking in a few instances. "He just means, we're very happy that you all survived the attack. It was a horrible situation and we're all so proud of how you all fought to protect each other and the academy."

"But, they didn't." Mycroft interjected. "Wren Wilson, Alec Constantine, Petra Max—" He froze mid-sentence seeing Petra amongst the other descendants. He cleared his throat and continued on. "Lilith Isley, Ulrich Zod, Caitria Allen, Francis Parker and Cassius Thompson were all taken hostage last night like it was nothing." He spoke as if he was reading off the results of a simulation, like they weren't victims of a real threat. "If you all would have fought as a team, like we've been trying to tell you for years now... None of this would have happened. Hydra would have been stopped before they laid a hand on anyone."

"Mycroft," Phil interjected with a sharp bite in his words. "They were unarmed and unprepared. They fought admirably, all things considered."

"Hydra walked in and walked out like they were invited. Leaving with seven... Seven of the most powerful Descendants in their clutches. There is no excuse for this."

"Hydra came prepared," Phil argued. "They came for a purpose. To take those Descendants and leave. It's not their fault that they couldn't fight off weapons specifically designed to exploit their weaknesses, Mycroft. They saved countless lives last night. Not a single person, aside from Hydra soldiers, were killed" He then stepped forward, motioning his hand toward Tobias. "Even Tobias single handedly save Thaddeus Ross' life. This all won't go unnoticed by the U.N., the academy or anyone else."

Tobias shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Don't placate me," he mumbled under his breath. He didn't do it for the glory or to be called a hero. He definitely didn't want the attention or gazes of the others either. What they didn't know was his decision to save Thaddeus Ross probably just killed them all in the end. Magneto wasn't going to be happy that Tobias let Thaddeus live, and he knew it.

Mycroft shrugged off everything Phil said, continuing forward. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is currently working to compile every piece of information from the attack that he can to try and find out where the other Descendants were taken. Once he is finished, we will use the data to form our next plan of attack. We can only hope we reach them before Hydra kills the Descendants... Or worse, before they find a way to exploit their powers to make their own super mutant weapons." With nothing more to say, he turned on his heels and exited the infirmary. He stopped when he reached the doors, not seeing Phil or Alfred following behind him. "Let's go."

Phil turned halfway to face Mycroft, visually upset at the man's cold behaviors in the face of everything that happened. "Alfred and I are going to stay and help nurse them back to health."

"Have fun with J.A.R.V.I.S., Mr. Xavier," Alfred added coldly, before getting back to work, helping aid the nurses.

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Cas half listened to the others discuss what had happened, but his eyes stayed trained solely on Wren. She somehow managed to joke around even in such a dire circumstance, Cas found that admirable. Letting his gaze fall down to the oozing bullet wound Wren was looking at, Cas grimaced at the sight of it. He'd been trying his best not to look, knowing that what he'd find wouldn't be pretty. The rushed bandage that had been thrown on his arm had become almost entirely crimson by this point and Cas knew he was in for a nasty infection if they were to stay in this hell hole any longer.

Wren still managed to make him smile though, with her awful British accent. "I'm ok... 'Tis but a scratch," The small smile pushed the gag further back into Cas' mouth and he immediately dropped it. Whoever had tied it was not a big fan of Cassius Thompson, it seemed. Moving his gaze from Wren for a moment, Cas realises that he was being looked at strangely by some of the other Descendants, no doubt because they hadn't a clue who he was. He thought himself an idiot for a moment for not hiding while he had the chance, there was no way Hydra could've known he was coming that day and so he would've simply been mistaken for another U.N. official. But no, Cas had to run after Wren Wilson - the most capable person he could think of in a fight. He couldn't exactly figure why he had done what he did, all Cas knew was that in the moment he was not about to let her be taken by the Hydra bastards.

Watching as Wren attempts to comfort Alec, someone who Cas may have never met but certainly knew by reputation. He realises that she may act all badass in public but clearly Wren was a lot softer than she let on, especially with her friends. It's not long after that Cas hears the heavy door of their confinements open, as three Hydra soldiers step into their cell.

They discuss who to take first, eyes on Alec and Frankie as they do so. It was clear to see that Frankie was incredibly vulnerable right now, and while he didn't know much about Alec, Cas did see the panic on his face after he awoke. They were certainly the easiest targets right now.

"Yeah but that one," One soldier pipes up, looking pointedly to Cas, "If we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier." Fuck, Cas pulls once more at his restraints, to no avail. "Then we can just kill them all and be done with it." The other guard nods his head as he makes his way over to Cas, grabbing his keys. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson." Cas is immediately devising a plan in his head, figuring that as soon as he's free of his restraints, if he can just pull off the gag then surely he could get them all out of here. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Cas preps himself to attack as soon as he is able.

However, before the solider is even able to unlock one of the restraints, Wren calls out to them. "Hey!" Cas glares at her, trying to get her to shut up before she got another harpoon to the chest. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... Then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!" She was purposefully taunting them, deterring them from Cas as the solider by his side walks over to her.

When he grasps Wren's throat in his fist Cas attempts to shout at him to stop, but nothing comes out. "Listen here you little whore," Frowning, Cas kicks out at the solider but he is too far for his foot to reach, "Say one more thing, and I'll drag that perky little ass of yours out by your hair."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Wren manages to get out with his hand still around her throat, surely she wasn't doing this just to protect Cas? He knew that Wren was the most capable of handling whatever the Hydra soldiers had in store for them, but that didn't mean he was willing to let her take his place.

As Wren bites off a piece of flesh from his nose, Cas has to try hard not to look too visibly happy. While the other descendants grimaced or glanced away, Cas couldn't help the thought that passed through his mind, Goddamn she's amazing.

The soldier clutches at his nose, pain etched onto his features before demanding that they take her instead. Unable to protest, Cas does all he can, pulling futilely at his restraints once more. His shouts are muffled and ignored by the soldiers as they grab Wren, though the other two seem reluctant to go for her at first, in favour of Cas, the wounded soldier near-screams at them to take her and so they follow orders. His blood boils when he is referred to as Kilgrave, that was the name that his father went by and not something that Cas ever wanted to be called.

Just before she is dragged from the room, Wren catches Cas' eye, sending him a wink. He knew she could handle herself, but when one of the soldier's snaps her neck, Cas can't help but feel an immediate sense of panic. Knowing that he needed to find them a way out of here, now more than ever.

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Caitria glanced at the three Hydra soldiers entering the room out of the corner of her eye; they looked at the descendants as if they were evaluating who to take first. "Those two look like they're ready to break right now," one of them spoke up, gesturing towards Alec and Frankie. Why are they talking about their master plan out loud? Are they that cocky?

"Yeah but that one," another of them added, jabbing a finger in the new guy's direction, "if we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier. Then we can just kill them all and be done with it."

That seemed to convince the other two. One of them approached, reaching for the keys attached to his belt. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson."

Caitria wasn't selfless enough to offer herself in the place of someone she didn't know, but she knew the situation wasn't going to end like the silent, pathetic cooling of a white dwarf star.

It seemed that Caitria would be proven correct. As if on impulse (it probably was), Wren yelled at the guards. "Hey!" She kicked and thrashed, but the soldiers didn't turn their heads. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!"

Now that certainly caught the soldiers' attention. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"You, ya fuckin' pussy!" Wren hissed at him shamelessly, spitting in his face.

The brutal exchange between Wren and the Hydra soldiers continued, with one of the soldiers' nose bleeding and a broken jaw for Wren.

"Get her!" the soldier with the bloody nose barked.

"But, what about Kilgrave?" one of the others asked, motioning towards the new guy.

"Fuck him. Obviously, Ms. Wilson here wants to be first."

"But she heals . . . torturing her would be pointless. If we took Cassius first—"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET HER!"


Wren turned her head towards the other descendants, winking as the Hydra soldiers dragged her away. Caitria knew that, as a supposedly sentimental and empathetic being, she should feel quite a bit more concerned for her friend. But while Caitria feared the pain Wren was about to experience, she also understood the logic of the situation; the person being tortured would be able to try to get more information on the situation, and Wren, with her powerful healing, would be the best option for that. However, Caitria knew that Wren would undoubtedly feel pain - a necessary sacrifice, but one that lit a faint spark of worry in the blonde nonetheless.

There was a short moment of shocked silence amongst the group before Caitria spoke up. "Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," the blonde mused in a somberly dry tone. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic."
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Riley sighed at Andrew's inquiry, dropping his hand from the other brunette's shoulder. "After you helped me with Sol, I passed out... I'm assuming you did too, after. Hydra kidnapped some of our number while we were trying to fight them off. I doubt any of us could have stopped Hydra, they knew what they wanted and they caught us unprepared. But, oh god, Andrew, Frankie... they took Frankie."

Andrew placed a hand on the younger man's back, rubbing it gently in soothing circles. He never had anything personal against Frankie, but there was an inborn rivalry Andrew felt with her due to their parentage. But he was aware of the closeness between Riley and Frankie. Andrew felt like something was punching him in the heart as his friend tried to hide his tears.

"We'll get her back," Andrew stated strongly with much conviction. "We'll get all of them back."

Riley raised his head, eyes filled with tears. He breathed deeply, running his hands over his face as Andrew continued rubbing his back soothingly. "Sorry. It's probably, ah, shock. How are you feeling?"

Andrew knew Riley was trying to change the topic, but didn't comment on it. "I mean, considering all that's happened, I can't possible say that I feel great," Andrew commented, a faint note of bitterness behind his words. "But for the situation, I'm doing pretty well." There's was a pause of silence between the two before Andrew spoke again. "So, uh, who else was taken? I know Mycroft just said it, but I wasn't... paying attention."
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Thaleia's verbal assault of the nurse was interrupted by Mycroft's lofty, unusually casual voice. "It's nice to see that you all are well. As -"

"Are ya fuckin' mad?!" Ross interrupted unabashedly. "We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!" Thaleia wasn't the fondest of her fellow descendants, but she wholeheartedly agreed with McCulloch on this occasion. Besides, she hated Mycroft more than any of her peers.

"Yes, Mr. McCulloch," Mycroft was too fucking nonchalant, rolling his eyes, as if the situation was another one of the Academy's simulations.

Alfred spoke up in a cracking voice. "He just means, we're very happy that you all survived the attack. It was a horrible situation and we're all so proud of how you all fought to protect each other and the academy."

"But, they didn't,"
Mycroft shot Alfred's attempt at gentle words down. "Wren Wilson, Alec Constantine, Petra Max -" Mycroft halted in his speaking when he noticed said redhead in the crowd. Thaleia raised an eyebrow as Mycroft continued. "- Lilith Isley, Ulrich Zod, Caitria Allen, Francis Parker and Cassius Thompson were all taken hostage last night like it was nothing. If you all would have fought as a team, like we've been trying to tell you for years now... none of this would have happened. Hydra would have been stopped before they laid a hand on anyone."

Thaleia clenched her jaw. The fucktwat could fight off Hydra himself with the shit attitude he had. "Mycroft," Phil interjected, clearly not agreeing with the other man's words. "They were unarmed and unprepared. They fought admirably, all things considered."

The two mentors went on arguing. "Even Tobias singlehandedly saved Thaddeus Ross' life," Phil commented, which did cause a flicker of surprise in Thaleia, although it really shouldn't have.

Mycroft blatantly ignored Phil's argument, speaking up once again. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is currently working to compile every piece of information from the attack that he can to try and find out where the other Descendants were taken. Once he is finished, we will use the data to form our next plan of attack. We can only hope we reach them before Hydra kills the Descendants... Or worse, before they find a way to exploit their powers to make their own super mutant weapons."

Mycroft urged the other mentors to take their leave with him, but Phil and Alfred refused in favor of helping the nurses. Thaleia's cold eyes followed Mycroft as he exited the room. "Wow," she muttered under her breath. "What a prissy bitch - get your own damn army to fight your battles if you wanna have such demanding expectations."

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Alec's shout sent Lilith jumping upright, half expecting to find somebody had entered the space with a torture kit or something of the sort, but there was no such threat. She waited for an explanation but none was given and that signaled the very beginning of a long haul. If shouting and complaining and crying already begun they were good as doomed and Lilith would have to introduce her villainess side to stay detached from emotions.

Then, in a timely manner as ever soldiers did actually enter. They spoke aloud of who would be good to ruffle at first referring to those closest to cracking, including Alec and Frankie, then a Mr. Thompson. The new guy. Lilith went wide eyed as they spoke about them like no more than cattle to the slaughter. And what were his abilities to make the rest fall in line so easy? Her eyes darted over to him as if he could provide some explanation before Wren piped up.

“Wren,”
her warning was well lost over the commotion. The restrains banging and thrashing and shouting. She didn't stand a chance. Even if she was heard, Wren wouldn't listen. And Lilith felt her own back arch up when one of the soldiers threatened her.

Sure enough the commotion continued and worsened to the point noses and jaws broke and the soldiers seized Wren and snapped her neck with Lilith's mouth falling agape slightly. She hated seeing her friend be dragged by the hair. She hated they even laid any hands on her even if it was a caress.

"Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," Caitra offered. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic."

If he even came back. And that was one verse how many other guards that were out there trigger and or torture friendly. However, Lilith didn't voice her little slice of pessimism. Because nobody needed to hear it.

She twisted her wrist around and squirmed from her restraints again, grimacing at the awkward ways her limbs had to bend and stretch but it was to no avail. “All us metas and no one can break the restraints!” She exclaimed exasperated. If she could just unleash that secret weapon the soldiers took fancy to in Mr. Thompson. If anyone's restraints just fell a little loose. Or perhaps they had to wait until each one was tortured one by one.

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Frankie sat there silent and in shock. It seemed that Wren was one of the more calm out of the group in the cell. She wondered if the fiery redhead decided to sacrifice herself because of her healing factor or because of the new guy. He seemed less than thrilled at the sight of her being dragged away. It probably was a combination of both the man and her abilities. Frankie could only hope that Wren knew what she was doing.

She didn't know what to expect in the time they sat around waiting. Waiting for death, torture... For Wren to be brought back to them. Would she be brought back? Or would Hydra find someway to get what they want from her and kill her. Frankie never thought of Wren as the type of person to break or spill the beans. Killing her would be next to impossible, but then again Hydra seemed to have done their homework. Could they kill her?

The thought unsettled her as she shifted where she sat, tugging half-heartedly at her restraints. Frankie's gaze fell to the man Wren saved, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Kilgrave, they called him. Where had she heard that name before? Something to do with Jensen and her mother, if she remembered correctly. Something about that seemed a bit fishy in her opinion. Some guy Frankie had never met is here with them in the cell. What if he was a plant?

"Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," Caitria said, breaking the silence. Her tone was dry, but it seemed like she was trying to find anything that could be useful. Even if they were grasping at straws. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic." It was a good point. But when it came to people with tempers, no one could piss someone off faster than Wren.

Her attention was drawn to Lilith who, once again, tugged at her restraints. “All us metas and no one can break the restraints!”

Frankie tilted her head back looking up at the restraints around her own wrists. Her brows furrowed as she tried to twist them to look for any sort of makers mark. She then looked around at all the other's bindings, trying to find some sort of answer. It was a silvery metal, but more like nickel or steel rather than actual silver or chrome. Dots started to slowly connect as she ran through the possibilities in her mind. Frankie slowly moved her right arm, pulling it as far away from the wall as possible before the chain halted her. Then with every ounce of strength in her, she slammed the cuff back against the hook in the wall of the same metal.

Her gaze shifted up to the cuff, and there wasn't a single dent or scratch in the metal... Even when she used strength well beyond that of a human. "I think these are made out of vibranium," Frankie said out loud more toward herself than the others. She sighed, letting her body fall back against the wall in defeat. "If that is the case, then we're not getting out of these without a key." She probably should have kept that to herself, hopelessness wasn't the answer. But also beating themselves up, or wearing themselves out wouldn't help either.

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Ross smiled, as much as he could manage, when he was able to make Jensen chuckle. "Better be at least three heads. That girl's got more fight in her big toe than any of you in this room combined." He chuckled slightly, nodding his head. It was definitely true. Then she changed tones. Ross didn't mind her sarcasm but he could understand her need to tone it down, given the circumstances. "I know she's probably fine. I'm just terrified for her right now," she said quietly.

He propped himself up on his elbows with a discomforting grunt. His lips parted, encouraging words about to escape before cue ball walked in. Of course, anything and everything the fucker said put Ross on edge. He was talking as if they failed a simulation or training exercise... Not that they were attacked, some nearly killed and the others kidnapped. It didn't take long for what little self control he had left to boil over. Ross was already on edge from his wounds, and... then Petra. Mycroft was not what he needed right now. "Are ya fuckin' mad?! We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!"

Before he could say anything else, or get up the effort to stand up and confront the bastard, he felt Jensen's hand on his arm. "That's not going to bring them back, as admirable as your fire is." Ross clenched his jaw while his body tensed, his gaze unflinching from Mycroft as he rattled on. His anger was fighting to get out and he needed a release. He groaned as his left hand slammed into his IV. It sent the stand falling over, ripping the needle from his hand and caused the bags to burst when they hit the floor.

In the blink of an eye a nurse was at his side, frantically trying to check his hand and clean up the mess. Ross just held his hand up and she froze. "Just go help someone who actually needs it." She waited a moment and even attempted to try and help again. But, when he made eye contact with her showing that he wasn't kidding, the nurse finally gave up and moved on to a different descendant.

Once she was finally gone, Ross relaxed, leaning back in the bed once again. He felt a shift in the bed as Jensen turned to look at him. "So... how's your girlfriend?" She then nodded toward Petra like he needed clarification as to what she meant.

"She's not me girl—" Ross sighed, not even finishing the statement. It wasn't worth arguing over, he didn't have the energy. "She's fine," he replied with an aggravated tone. He went to cross his arms over his chest but winced when he put pressure on his broken ribs. Ross sighed, slowly looking over at the red head across the room. After a moment, he let his gaze fall to his lap, taking a moment before he responded. "She's mad at meh."

Before Ross could go into any details, or explain what had happened to himself and Petra the night before, there was another interruption in the med wing. He propped himself up slightly, as he watched as white headed twins entered the wing. Who in the hell were they? The girl seemed overly excited and bubbly, handing out... [/i]flowers?[/i] Seriously. Did she not know what had just happened to all of them. Instead of saying something, or doing... Anything, he sat there dumbfounded as he watched her make her way from person to person until she stopped before himself and Jensen.

"Hi, I'm Kizzy! This is for you!"

Ross looked between the blonde before him and Jensen, then back to the girl. His mouth was wide open in shock. "Eh what?"

Then the other one decided to step forward and make his presence known... In a slightly more formal way. "Hello, my name is Roman Black and this is my sister, Kezia..."

"But you can call me Kizzy!"

"I understand this may seem a bit odd considering recent events but we are the two newest students to your academy. We wanted to extend our apologizes over what had unfolded last night and would like to offer our hand in anything you may need. We hope you can welcome us in so we can assist you in returning your fellow teammates."

He groaned as he sat up and looked over at Jensen. He was feeling cooped up and suffocated in the medical wing, especially with the new addition of these... odd students. He wanted to leave, and god damn any nurse that tried to stop him. "Wanna go get drunk? Aye need me a fuckin' drink." Ross gave a mischievous grin that probably looked borderline sadistic with his face half purple and blue. He was going to live, that was enough. He saw no reason to linger in the medical wing where he was being watched like a hawk. What he needed... And probably half of the people in the room needed, was a damn drink.




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Tobias' first comment toward Wynne definitely wasn't the most intelligent one. But it made her laugh, he guessed that counted for something, right? He didn't intend for her to laugh. Honestly, he couldn't recall a time where he ever made anyone laugh. But he had to start somewhere he supposed. "You did, but there was a lot flying around." True. He hadn't really thought about that. Tobias thought he was able to stop most of it, and his metal shield stopped the rest, but he was by no means perfect. At least no one died, that's all that mattered... For now.

After the abrupt arrival of Nathaniel, and then the less than friendly speech by Mycroft, he left while Coulson and Alfred stayed around to help them. At least two of the three mentors seemed to have a conscious and care about what happened, regardless of what Mycroft thought. In Tobias' opinion they did the best they could, given the circumstances. After all, it was Mycroft who had everyone leave their weapons back in their rooms. He couldn't help but imagine how the tables would have been turned if Wren and Thaleia could of had their guns, or Riley his bow.

His thoughts quickly came to a halt when Wynne turned toward him and began to speak. "I just wanted to..."

Before Wynne could continue Petra joined them, taking up a chair beside his bed and kicking off her heels. "Hey. How are you feeling? I'm sorry I disappeared. I was - preoccupied elsewhere."

Tobias glanced over toward Wynne slightly, wishing she would have finished whatever she was going to say. But then looked back to Petra, giving a slight shrug of his shoulder. "I'm alive. But, where were you?" He didn't want to linger on what happened to him. Coulson already said more than he would have liked. Tobias didn't come to the school to be seen as a hero, and he didn't want to be hailed as one above the others. They all were in the same boat, they all did what they could. Saving Thaddeus Ross was within his power, so he did it. Simple.

He could connect some of the dots, considering the way Ross flipped out and left the room when he mentioned Petra. Tobias could probably guess what happened, but he'd prefer it if she told him herself. At least she seemed uninjured, and he could only assume that Ross had something to do with that. But, it seemed as though the day was going to be full of surprises and interruptions. Maybe at some point he'd be able to finish a single conversation.

A new pair of students, apparently, were joining the school. Tobias had absolutely no idea how he felt about it. He sat there stiff and silent in his bed, watching as the one went around the room and the other made some sort of formal greeting. Hell of a time to join the academy. Something inside him said that seemed fishy, but he'd rather investigate that on his own rather than question them in the open. His brows furrowed when the girl known as Kizzy stopped beside his bed, passing out flowers to the three of them and introduced herself.

Tobias nodded his head, not really knowing what else to do. After she was gone, his gaze fell to the flower in his hand. He sat up in his bed, reaching out the flower toward Wynne. He carefully slid it behind her ear, the side of his mouth tugged upward in a slight smile. Tobias had no need for a flower. What would he do with it anyway? Wynne had wings, a flower suited her and he wasn't in the mood to be totally rude toward the new girl by throwing it away. He sighed, laying back in the bed looking between the two women that were his company. "I'll be alright. You both can go help with the search effort, if you want," he commented toward the two of them. "Or check on others," he added, this time in particular to Petra.

He'd have to be blind to not notices something going on between Petra and Ross. Whatever the man did it had her seeming... off. Even though Tobias' would was potentially fatal, he didn't look nearly as bad as Ross. He'd heal, so if she needed to talk to someone else, she didn't need to stay around his bedside. It was new territory having people worried about his own well being for a change. He didn't quite know how to handle it.

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Wren was taken because she provoked the guards, not without a final wink to her comrades before her neck was snapped and she was pulled out of the room by her hair. Even Ulrich was rendered speechless by the events. Though there was a particular protectiveness to it circling around the mysterious new guy. If they hadn't threatened to take him, would she torment them so much or wish the victim of torture luck. Ulrich glanced to his shoes in thought. He might have done the same for a selective person or two.

His gaze lifted when Caitra was the first to speak, offering that one of the guards had a temper and that is was good news. Emotional manipulation was a handy tool even if it was fueling anger and adrenaline in the enemy. Could cloud their judgement. Then again Wren had that effect on people.

Lilith grew frustrated, Frankie grew hopeless. Ulrich wasn't an idiot, the situation wasn't at all ideal and it looked like their fate were in hydras hands but they needed their heads up. Maybe not literally but if there was even a remote chance of escape... "So what's the plan when they come back for another one of us? Make them angry? Distract them?"
Ulrich's head rested back on the wall staring at Caitra waiting for some plan to blurt from her mouth. Then his eyes shifted to Lilith. "Why don't you lure them towards you? Humans are stupidly susceptible to pheromones. The rest of us can figure out how to get the keys. Since Constantine is fresh out of magic tricks,"
he added pointedly, though the same could be said about him.

Where was his strength and powers to bust them out? Once he was out of his restraints the soldiers would be welcomed to a world of pain. This is what prisoners must have thought about Zod and himself. "At least they want us alive. For now."

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Frankie stopped trying to break her binds, slumping back against the wall. Every time she heard a distant noise part of her hoped it was Nathaniel and the other Descendants storming the Hydra base. But, she knew better. She shouldn't let her hopes get up with every bump and noise. In the end, she figured that if they get out, it'll be by their own doing. Frankie had no idea where they were, and it was unlikely that the others knew either.

"So what's the plan when they come back for another one of us? Make them angry? Distract them?" Frankie lifted her head from the wall, looking over to Ulrich as he spoke. "Why don't you lure them towards you? Humans are stupidly susceptible to pheromones. The rest of us can figure out how to get the keys. Since Constantine is fresh out of magic tricks." Her gaze drifted over toward Alec who seemed to be a mess in the current situation. "At least they want us alive. For now."

Frankie sat there thinking about what he said, furrowing her brows as she tried to think of a plan. She then blew out her lips, looking over toward Ulrich. "Even if Lilith lured them toward her... How would we be able to do anything?" She nodded her head up toward her hands, shaking them abruptly in her binds as a reminder.

She parted her lips to speak again, but something else took the words from her. In the distance, somewhere off in the Hydra base, Frankie heard a blood curdling scream. It wasn't like the screams you hear in horror films... It was so authentic it caused her spidey sense to spike, the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck standing on end. Her gaze fell as she held her breath while the wail echoed throughout the building. It sounded like pain... unbearable, continuous pain...

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"And here I thought you were going to sit here blabbering all day, McCulloch. That's the stupidest question you've ever asked me, and I'm pretty sure you say a lot of dumb stuff," Jensen said as she sat up. "Absolutely."

Ross scoffed, sitting up much slower than her as the soreness was really starting to sink in. "Aye, no need to be an arse about it." He hung his legs over the edge of the hospital bed, gripping the sheets in his hands. He took a deep breath in through his nose and out the mouth. Sometimes he really hated the accelerated healing and shit the others had, while he was forced to feel everything in the most excruciating and slow way... ever.

Before he got up, a familiar face he wasn't expecting appeared before himself and Jensen. "With wounds like them, Rossy, you might not want to thin your old blood."

Ross snorted while rolling his eyes. "Just you watch meh."

"Hey, Jensen, and you two? Are you guys okay?"

"All sorts of surprises today, but I think I'll survive. Didn't expect to see you back here today, Gwen," Jensen said, replying to Gwen's question.

"We're better den others..." Ross' voice trailed off as he looked around the medical wing. Some of the others in there had worse wounds than himself, like Tobias. But it looked like Ross got the ugliest award hands down since half of the damage he took was to his mug. But, he wasn't talking about those in the room... But, the unknown fate of those that were kidnapped and taken by Hydra.

Ross couldn't handle that depressing room anymore. He pushed off the bed, dropping down to his feet. When he first stood up, he wobbled slightly, reaching out and grabbing Jensen for support. He caught sight of a nurse tempted to walk over toward him. But, Ross help up his index finger in a silent threat that she better not bother him. He sighed. "Let's get da fuck outta 'ere. I wanna drink 'til I'm pretteh again."

Once he regained his balance, Ross made his way toward the exit. But, of course, before he was in the clear one last nurse had to try and stop him. He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Mr. McCulloch, you really need to stay on bed rest and refrain from intoxication. Your body cannot handle that strain like—" When they realized they struck a nerve by comparing him to some of the others in the academy, the nurse quickly drew silent.

"Aye'll take meh chances," he groaned pushing past her and headed out of the medical wing. When Ross turned the corner and saw Petra standing there waiting for the elevator he froze. He sighed as his gaze fell to the ground. Not wanting to deal with an awkward lift ride, he turned and threw open the door to the stairs. It was twenty seven floors to his room... Fuck. He took a deep breath looking up the numerous flights of stairs. With a final sigh, he grasped the railing and slowly started his ascension.




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"Ross's mirror dimension," Petra answered his question with a very evident bitterness. Tobias' gaze shifted over toward the Scot on the other side of the medical wing as she continued talking. "I only wish I could have done more... At the very least, I could have sucked the gas out of the room and given everyone a better fighting chance. But Ross saw them targeting me and - well, he just acted, I suppose."

Tobias parted his lips to speak but she quickly changed the topic before he could. "But, what you did for Thaddeus Ross... your mom would be proud of you. I know that."

He shifted where he sat slightly. Tobias was used to getting noticed for... anything he did. Even if it was Petra, but worse when it was Coulson. He gave a slight smile to Petra at her comment about his but it quickly faded. God, he hoped she was ok. He completely forgot about her with everything that was going on. He didn't kill Thaddeus, that he knew. Magneto wasn't going to be happy... And if he knew any better, his father was probably hunting Raven down as he sat there in bed. Tobias wished he could get out of bed, find her first and take her into hiding. But, he was useless right now.

When Tobias gave his flower from the overly excited newcomer to Wynne, she raised a hand to brush the petals with her fingertips. "Thank you," She said softly. He nodded his head with a very slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The new twins soon disappeared amongst the other descendants leaving him alone with the two women again. "I'm not exactly Miss Congeniality here," Petra replied to his comment. "But I'll let you heal in peace. Rest up." When she reached out and touched his shoulder, Tobias smiled up at her and nodded his head. "You too. I hope you're both feeling better soon." His gaze drifted from Petra over to Wynne as she addressed the blonde.

"I'll let you recuperate," Wynne spoke up once Petra left. Tobias looked toward her. He liked having the company. He wasn't expecting anyone to be at his bedside. It was a nice change. But, he'd hate to be rude and pass out from the heavy drugs mid conversation or something like that. As much as he didn't want to admit it, rest was most definitely in order. "But before I do... I just wanted to thank you for what you did earlier. I know that you're likely cautious of me and my motives here, and I cannot blame you for it. But I hope we can start again, as classmates instead of people caught on opposite sides of a war, which was never my view. And after today... I owe you my life. I think that's enough reason for me to doubt your reputation, even just a little. I'll see you around."

"I don't blame you... For judging me because of my father," Tobias replied. He wasn't spiteful or mean in his words, but understanding. She had no reason to think he was any different than Magneto. But, he still said it... To ease her conscience. "And you're welcome," he said after her as she started to head out of the infirmary. "You don't owe me anything." Tobias raised his fingers slightly from his abdomen in a weak wave good bye before she left.




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The Hydra soldiers pealed Wren's weak and battered body from the bed they had her strapped down on. When she stand her knees gave way and she collapsed under her weight. What has they drugged me with? She wasn't used to drugs having an effect on her. It was like someones first time drunk or on acid. She found herself blinking to try and clear her vision. One of the guards groaned in frustration as he leaned down toward her. In a swift movement, he hoisted her over his shoulder, holding her legs to his chest while her head and arms dangled over his back.

She wanted to fight back, kick him in the balls, smash her elbow into his temple and royally devastate everyone in that room but her body didn't listen to what her mind willed. Instead, Wren weakly kicked her legs and arms. God, did it take a lot of her energy just doing that. Whatever was in the drug they gave her was strong and effective. But, even with that she could still feel its effects wearing off as he carried her back to the cell.

Frankie somehow managed to doze off, even with her hands held in the cuffs at an awkward position. Her head was draped over to the right leaning against her shoulder. But, approaching steps echoed throughout the corridor she was startled awake, blinking the sleeping from her eyes. She raised her head, looking toward the entrance of the cell as the steps grew closer. Was one of them next? Wren had stopped screaming hours ago, was she dead and now they come for another? She held her breath as she waited for them to come into view. And when he did he carried something like a sack over his shoulder.

It was Wren.

Frankie let out a gasp in surprise as the practically lifeless Wren was carried into the cell. The man dropped her on the ground without much care and slapped her hands back into her binds. But instead of taking another one of them, the guards said nothing. They made sure Wren was secured then left them in the cell, disappearing back from where they came.

Wren slumped against the wall. The only thing holding her upright was the cuffs that held her hands against the wall. If it wasn't for those she would have tipped over onto the ground. She could feel the cloudiness slowly lift from her vision while it seemed at the same pace her body began to react and listen to her once again. Everything was still slow but it was coming back to her. After a long moment, she raised her head as best she could, letting it rest back against the wall. She looked around at everyone in the cell and gave the best smile she could manage at the time. "Oh good, you guys are ok," her voice croaked.

Frankie sat there in a shocked silence for awhile, just taking in Wren's appearance. The girl looked like death. Like she had been pushed to the brink of death multiple times but not allowed to die. Sure, Wren would heal but she had never seen Wren in this bad of shape. Dried blood cover a lot of her skin, her gown from the dance was all but destroyed, just enough there to cover what should be covered. The sleeves were gone, a large whole was tore where her abdomen was and the skirt was tattered, torn and ripped. Wren had a fat lip. There was a dried trail of blood that ran from her nose over her lips. Her right eye was as purple as a grape and nearly swollen shut. But somehow with all that she managed to smile... With a few missing teeth.

"Jesus, Wren. What happened to you?"

"... You don't want to know." Wren glanced over at her left wrist, where she vaguely remembers them cutting off her hand at some point during the super fun torture session. Whatever they gave her slowed her healing. Her hand wasn't quite to regular size just yet. She knew her strength wasn't fully back yet. She was slow and lethargic, but maybe... Maybe she could pull her hand through the cuff. Or, maybe with it still healing it'd be easy enough to break the bones and slip her hand through.

Wren took a deep breath then tried to adjust her body to the most comfortable position possible. She then brought her thumb and pinky as close together as possible. She started wiggling, squirming and pulling her hand downward. After a couple minutes of trying, it didn't seem it was going to work. So, instead she bent her finger backwards placing the tip on the wall. Wren took a deep breath preparing herself before shoving her hand backwards, snapping the bones in the first finger. She then moved on to do the same to the second.

"Wren! Stop! What are you doing?" Frankie had no idea what the woman was thinking, but she's been through enough already that day. Why was she breaking her hand?!

"Shut up, blondie!" Wren tried to snap at Frankie but she didn't have enough strength to sound very assertive, but sounded more irritated if anything. "I'm trying to figure out a way out of here... Unless you have any bright ideas?"

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It took sometime, but Ross finally found a bar. Honestly, he had no idea where in the tower he was. After about three flights of stairs, he gave up with that option and decided to search whatever floor he was on. And surprise surprise, there was a bar there. There was so much in that damn tower that it was easy to forget how much he hadn't seen. Ross had never taken the time to figure out where everything was, but apparently he should have. All he knew was where the penthouses were, training rooms, the garage, the entrance and the cafeteria. He never really found the need to discover what else was here until now.

But, whatever motivation he had to find out what lied within the walls of the academy was quickly washed away by the burn of vodka down his throat. Ross didn't talk much while he drank. He didn't have much to say that would be remotely similar to his usual self, and he was sure that Jensen or Gwen wasn't in the mood to listen to him bitch and groan about Petra. They might have been talking at some point, maybe to him... But he had no clue. Ross was never a lightweight but the combination of exhaustion, alcohol and some serious drugs, he was feeling the liquor after two shots.

He made the decision then, that it was probably in his best interest to go rest as the nagging nurses wished. But, he was too stubborn to do it in the infirmary. Ross stumbled his way out of the bar and managed to find the elevator after several wrong turns, twice of witch took him back to the bar. Once on the lift, he sighed, leaning back against the wall. Then slowly, very slowly, he started to slide down the wall until his was sitting on the ground in the corner of the elevator. He made an attempt to reach his hand up to press a button, but was no where close to reaching it. "Shite."

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After sleeping some more and being more compliant that others in the infirmary, Tobias was able to convince the nurses to let him out of bed. Of course, with a wound like his, strenuous active wasn't the best action, so he still needed to be in a wheelchair. But he wasn't in any rush to do crazy physical exertion so he was happy thankful for the wheelchair. He slowly and carefully wheeled him self out of the infirmary and down the hallway. When he reached the elevator, he leaned forward pressing the button. Shortly after, the doors open and revealed something he wasn't expecting.

Ross McCulloch laying slouched in the corner on the ground. The Scot's expression perked up slightly as he waved his hand in the air weakly. "Aye, mate!"

Tobias didn't move. He just sat there, staring at Ross with furrow brows until the elevator doors went to close. He quickly stuck out his hand to stop them, then rolled into the elevator being sure not to hit Ross' foot. "Are you... Ok?" he finally asked, trying to decide if he was wounded or intoxicated.

"I... 'm great," Ross said with a smile, waving his index finger toward Tobias. "How 'er you? How's yer sister—niece?" His voice trailed off taking a sad and serious tone.

Tobias gave a sympathetic smile, gazing down at his lap. Between everything that happened, he wasn't surprised that Ross wanted to drown it all away temporarily. Petra was put off by what the Scot did to save her life, but he did save her life. Tobias parted his lips preparing to say something but Ross cut him off by calling out in slurred words. "What floor 'er ya goin' ta?" Ross stretched his hand up toward the buttons but still was unable to reach them.

"I got it," Tobias chuckled slightly and pressed the button for the roof. As the elevator ascended, he took the moment to have a one on one with Ross... Even if he might not remember it once he sobers up. "Hey, Ross?"

"Aye?" Ross rolled his head against the wall, turning his gaze to Tobias with a cheeky grin.

"I want to thank you for what you did for Petra. She might seem mad now, but she's thankful too. If it weren't for you, she'd be taken same as the others. I am thankful, she's very important to me... And I know you care about her too. I owe you."

Ross' expression seemed to sink while the alcohol only seemed to make its way to his more somber emotions. "Aye would do et 'thousand times oer... If she likes et or not."

The elevator came to a stop, opening to the roof. Tobias rolled out and turned to face Ross. "I know you would. That means a lot."

The doors started to close and Ross raised his hand, saluting to Tobias before the doors separated them. He rolled himself across the roof, finding a table with an umbrella. He parked his wheelchair under the shade and pulled out his cellphone. No messages from his mother, but that's not why he got it out. His thumb scrolled through the contacts until he found Petra's name.

Compose Message to : Petra Maximoff

"There's a drunk Scot in an elevator. Maybe you were too hard on him? He just wanted you safe.

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Just a thought."

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"So what's the plan when they come back for another one of us? Make them angry? Distract them?"

She opened her mouth to reply, nothing too friendly either, before she caught his gaze on Caitra. As far as escapology went, she supposed Caitra's brains were their best chance. Maybe she did have something more to offer...Until his eyes caught hers.

"Why don't you lure them towards you? Humans are stupidly susceptible to pheromones. The rest of us can figure out how to get the keys. Since Constantine is fresh out of magic tricks."

Her eyes turned into a warning glare. “If Alec could get us out of this rut, I’m sure he would.” Wow was that the first thing that she said. “Likewise, I'm not feeling too appealing right now.” The loose translation, she was feeling like shit.

"Even if Lilith lured them toward her... How would we be able to do anything?"

“Frank’s right, I lure them here, then what? You have no strength and I don’t think even your legs will get a kick in. We’re bound so not like we can steal the keys.”

Besides, in a dire moment it would be less than subtle if Lilith started to want to befriend the guards. And the soldiers were evidently well informed of their powers. But she liked his spunk. However, appreciation, optimism, was completely taken from her when she heard the most awful scream. It sent shivers down her spine and made her feel like she was being punched in the stomach. Lilith turned her head into her own shoulder and cringed.

Though her eyes grew heavy she couldn’t rest. Not a blink. The world around her dulled but never completely vanished. Right up to the point Wren reappeared. Or some form of Wren. The sight of her friend startled her awake. It was rude to stare, Lilith knew that, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the beaten and bloodied Wren and no words came to her. Frankie and Wren exchanged some words but they drifted to the background as Lilith's gaze fell on the end of her green dress. She dared to wonder how long it had been, and how long it would still be before she met the sun again or death...

Suddenly there was a sickening crack sound. Lilith snapped her head in the red head's direction. Unfortunately she couldn't bring herself to argue with Wren about hurting herself further if it meant their escape. Inside, Lilith knew, even the daughter of Deadpool, Wade Wilson, had her limits.

“She’ll recover,” Lilith encouraged. Some guilt circled in her gut for saying that. But they could get her help and rest once they were out. And that was Lilith's priority.

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The tension in the air grew thicker. Lilith was getting exasperated (although Caitria certainly shared her sentiments), and Ulrich was growing short-tempered. Caitria could feel her own impending headache, clenching her jaw to prevent herself from saying anything that might rub the others the wrong way. Now was not the time to get into arguments.

Caitria turned her head towards the entrance of the cell as she heard footsteps approaching from the distance. The guards were probably coming back for another one to torture after giving up on Wren and her regenerative abilities. To her surprise, Caitria caught a flash of red hair as Wren was dragged into the cell. The guard dropped her on the ground, cuffing her hands once again before leaving. The redhead scanned everyone in the cell before cracking her best smile. "Oh good, you guys are ok," she said in a rough voice.

Caitria couldn't quite say the same about Wren, and it seems as if Frankie agreed. "Jesus, Wren. What happened to you?"

"... You don't want to know." As Wren spoke, Caitria analyzed the redhead's hand, frowning at the unusually slow pace it was healing at.

What Wren chose to do next definitely wouldn't help said healing process. Caitria grimaced, eyes wide as Wren snapped the bones in her fingers, clearly trying to break out of the restraints.

"Wren! Stop! What are you doing?"

"Shut up, blondie! I'm trying to figure out a way out of here . . . unless you have any bright ideas?" There was a short pause before Lilith spoke up, directing her words to a distressed Frankie.

"She’ll recover," Lilith said, taking the logical route instead of the emotional one. Caitria frowned, not confident in whatever plan Wren was trying to put together. However, the handcuffs were indeed made out of vibranium, and although everything had its weaknesses, as far as Caitria knew, no one in the group had the capability to take advantage of vibranium's shortcomings.

"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?" Caitria commented offhandedly, directing her words to Thompson. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."
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"Wren, Caitria, Lilith, Ulrich, Constantine, and . . . some guy named Cassius?" Riley listed the names in an almost mechanical manner. Andrew frowned at the last name, not recognizing it.

"With the number of students joining us, I can't really say I'm surprised to hear an unfamiliar name," Riley said, as if reading Andrew's thoughts.

"Yeah," Andrew agreed. "Not a particularly good time for more people to flood in though." The brunette let out a soft, tired sigh as he scanned the people in the room, many of them in hospital beds like himself.

Andrew followed his friend's gaze as it travelled to two platinum-haired siblings. "I don't suppose you know who they are...?"

Andrew shook his head as the two approached. "Nope."

The two of them approached, the young man introducing himself as Roman Black and his sister as Kezia, or Kizzy for short. "Welcome to the Academy," Riley said, Andrew echoing the greeting as Kizzy handed both of them flowers. Andrew smiled at her, thanking her before she moved on to someone else with her brother in tow. As soon as they did so, Riley placed his flower on the stand besides Andrew's bed.

"For you. Could spruce up your place."

"Aw, that's sweet!"

Before Andrew could say anything else, Riley stood up and began speaking. "I'm, uh. I'm sorry, I'm going to let you rest now. You probably really need it," he blurted out. Andrew was going to insist on his friend staying, but Riley merely patted his shoulder and turned around to return to his own bed.

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Ulrich scoffed slightly as his suggestion was thrown in the scrap pile. Logically it made absolute sense to throw it away since there wasn't much chance of success but he'd like to see them come up with something better rather than sit and look like damsels.
He knew a girl that would fight and struggle with every fiber in her being - even when it could be an annoying and troublesome quirk, he secretly admired it. God he'd be dead if Gwen knew how much he liked it. And she's the one he fell asleep thinking of, in a happier place for a while.

When someone entered the cell, Ulrich peaked an eye open. Wren looked like hell though even that was an understatement but at least she was in one piece. Zod and Ulrich used to break people almost as well. It must've been fun to torture someone with rejuvenating abilities. They could really experiment and go wild...

As these more insensitive thoughts played through Ulrich's mind, the girls conversed on what happened and what was happening.
Wait, what was happening? Ulrich had been cuffed by kryptonite for too long, it was hard to be attentive to his surroundings. "...breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."

"Ladies first,"
Ulrich dared lazily, more so towards Caitra and even tried a smile. She was fine to suggest it, but he didn't see her twisting and bending her limb in odd ways.
He couldn't break anyone's hand in his condition. How was he, and the others expected to break their own? Ones with rejuvenation and strength still in their being, sure.

Once he was out of his restraints, it'd be open season. Once, his peers were all unbound as well. That was part of a rule apparently. Saving first then revenge. Or justice.

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Frankie quickly shut her mouth when Wren snapped toward her. Part of her wanted to argue, but she simply sighed, leaning back against the concrete wall. The sound of Wren breaking the bones in her hand one by one turned her stomach. If there was something in there Frankie might have gotten sick but she couldn’t even recall the last time she ate or drank something.

“She’ll recover,” Lilith spoke up in regards to Wren’s actions. She didn’t seem like she believed the words coming out of her own mouth, but Frankie accepted them in silence. What else could they do? But part of her wished there was a different way… Because one thing Frankie knew was that if they were going to break out of here they’d need Wren at 110% and she was barely at 20%.

"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?” Caitria asked the new man in the group with the mouth guard. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have.”

"Ladies first," Ulrich added after Caitria was done. Frankie didn't like the sound of that. If her own hands were broken she'd be useless. Wren didn't look like she could carry the fighting herself, and they were no match without their hands. If they had a Wren at full capacity then Frankie would gladly stand back while the Wilson prowess took over. But there was no time for such luxuries.

”Oh, shut up,” Wren groaned as she yanked her broken and mangled hand from the restraint on the wall. She was surprised how much that little act took out of her. Wren let her broken hand rest in her lap. She could feel the effects of whatever drug they gave her wearing off slowly. Her body was healing, but not fast enough.

”If you all break your hands… We’re fucked. Just rest… while you can.” Wren didn’t have to say her meaning… Hopefully. Regardless, she wasn't going to. Whatever energy she had left, she was saving. She let her eyes close as she steadied her breathing, focusing most of her attention toward her hand. Of course, her abilities have always been subconscious but sometimes if she focused enough Wren could make it work a little faster. Honestly, she had no idea if it was working or not, but she still tried.

Frankie felt herself growing antsy. She sat there silent yet staring at Wren waiting for whatever the woman was going to do next. The red head just sat there and for all she knew she could have been asleep. Finally, Frankie spoke up unable to bear the silence, "...Now what?"

Wren sighed softly as she opened her eyes looking down at her hand in her lap. After a moment she slowly flexed her fingers continually until it no longer hurt or made unnatural noises. She then looked up toward Frankie, then parted her lips. "Hey! Asshole!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, jingling the shackles of her restraints against the wall as loud as she could manage. "MOTHER FUCKERS!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! HEY!" Her voice already started to grow horse as she took a deep breath between words. "Fucking pussies! HEY!"

Frankie's eyes widened like a deer in headlights when Wren began to scream and shout. Had she gone crazy!? What was she doing. "Wren!? Shut up!"

Wren ignored her and continued to shout profanities until a guard showed up at the door to their cell. "Would you shut up? Or was 6 hours not enough?"

"Blow it out your ass!" Wren yelled at the guard before she spat at him.

The guard didn't need anymore provocation. He pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and walked over toward her. Once he was close enough, his eyes widened when he noticed Wren's left hand holding the cuff but not in it. She smirked up toward him before raising her leg and slamming her foot into his knee full force. The joint snapped backward and the man fell to the ground. Wren tried to reach him with her free hand but he was too far. She shifted her body, hooking her foot under his jaw and jerked him closer. Her long legs quickly wrapped around his neck before he could call out. Her thighs constricted around his neck while her free hand grabbed his flailing arm, snapping it backwards so he couldn't fight.

Frankie watched in admiration and horror as Wren not only attracted a guard into the cell but knocked him down to her level. She made it look effortless, like she hadn't been tortured for hours. But the look on the red head's face was horrifying. It wasn't the look of desperation to survive, or break out, but revenge. She was angry and wanted blood. Frankie knew Wren, along with many of her other companions, had taken lives, but seeing it was completely different. "Wren... Stop! You're killing him!" She hissed just above a whisper.

Wren tightened her legs. "Exactly," she replied glaring up from the guard at the blonde. Her gaze was enough of a silent threat that the spider girl finally stopped trying to argue. There was no saving lives at this point. She wanted revenge and blood... And if Ms. Perfect alerted the guards then Wren would go through her as well if it meant getting out.

When the guard stopped fighting and his face turned blue, Wren let his head slip from her thighs. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer so that she could reach his keys. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the physical exertion taking its toll but she pushed it back, refusing to succumb to the fatigue. It took a couple tries to unlock her other cuff, but once she did she couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. Before Wren moved onto the others, she grabbed the strangled guard's head and gave it a quick jerk, snapping his neck. At this point, she'd rather be cautious.

It took a moment for Wren to get the energy to stand up and move over to Lilith. She unlocked her binds one at a time, then handed the blonde the keys. "Can you finish?" she asked as she allowed herself to slide back down to the ground, leaning against the wall.

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Ross might have fallen asleep, or was he resting his eyes? It didn't matter. He heard the elevator doors open. He let his head roll against the wall as he slowly opened his eyes finding Riley standing before him. "Oh boy." Riley hurried to his side, bending down to meet him. "As if getting your entire face rearranged wasn't enough, Ross? What the hell?"

He chuckled, waving his friend off. "Did y'know alcohol and morphine don' mix?" Ross smiled at Riley as slid his arm under him pulling him up to his feet. Ross let himself lean against his friend, smiling up at him. "You, sir... Are a wonnerful mate. D'you know that?"

"Let's take you back, yeah?"

Ross pouted slightly, poking Riley's cheek. "Ooookay. Parteh pooper."

The doors opened again. Ross kicked out his leg preparing to start walking but realized Riley didn't move. He looked up finding none other than his Red standing before him. God did she look beautiful, even with her arms crossed over her chest. Why ya so angry, beautiful? He smiled weakly between the beauty and his friend.

"Give him here."

"What?"

Ross looked between the two lethargically. Petra entered the elevator, pressing a button, then took Ross' other side for support. He was content as a cucumber standing between the two of them. His smile stretched ear to ear so much that it squinted his eyes like a doped up puppy.

"He's like this because of me. I'll take care of him. You should go back and rest."

"Alright. Thanks," Riley said as he backed away. "Feel better soon."

Ross' brows furrowed, confused as to why Riley was leaving him. He reached out after him as he left. "Aye luv ya mate... Don' ferget it!" he called after him as the doors started to close and he was left with his arm draped over Petra's shoulders. After a moment, he looked over at her. His hand that rested on her shoulder raised as his fingers started to twirl a lock of her hair. "Yer so beautiful... Even when yer angry... Soooo angry." He smiled the best he could toward her as he let his hand fall from her shoulder, moving to support himself against the side of the elevator. He raised his hand to rub his nose and winced the second he did, forgetting it was broken. "Shite."




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Tobia's phone buzzed shortly after he sent the text. He illuminated the screen to read over the message.

Message from : Petra Maximoff

"I'm not his chaperone."

He sighed, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. It wasn't his place to tell her what she should or shouldn't do. He figured eventually she would understand why Ross did what he did. Or hopefully she would. Tobias would have done the same thing if he had the power. He set his phone down on the table and just as he did so, something caught his eye up in the sky above the tower.

Tobias rested his hands in his lap as he willed the metal in the wheelchairs wheels to roll him out from under the umbrella. He looked up into the sky, surprised to see none other than Wynne flying above. Regardless of her wounds or anything else she seemed light as air and free, he could see the blood stained her white feathers. He found himself smiling slightly at the sight, not of the blood but of her freedom. He was able to make himself levitate on the occasion and knew the weightless sensation of it.

Then everything in her flipped like a switch when she saw him. She quickly landed on the rooftop, and pulled the tie of her hair. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly as she was evidently embarrassed by him seeing her.

"... I can leave. Didn't mean to interrupt." He motioned his thumb over his shoulder as he commented about leaving. Tobias' gaze fell to her wing where she was bleeding, her stitches having being ripped out. "You should get that cleaned up before you're infected. I can do it if you don't want to go back to the hovering nurses." He gave a sympathetic smile.

After a moment, he tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair. Tobias nodded his head toward her and willed the chair to turn and start back toward the elevator. He always loved the roof, but it looked like someone else needed it more than him.

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It hadn't been long since her return it seemed and Wren was begging for round two, carrying on and making offensive remarks towards the guards that could have very well invested in a soundproof cell. Lilith was actually on Frankie's side for once, wincing and shrugging her shoulder up to her ear and wishing she'd shut up for once. Why the hell call the guards back before they decided to take another one on their own.

The picture was drawn pretty quickly when the guard came in and Wren kicked him down. Frankie begged Wren to stop, but the look on Wren’s face said it all. Her mind was set. Lilith found herself staring at the man’s face until he gave up the fight and his life was taken and just for extra measure Wren snapped his neck. It snapped Lilith out of the trance at the same time.

Wren approached and Lilith cupped her wrists the moment she was unbound and held them close to her chest. Then Wren handed her the keys to free the rest as she slid down the wall to catch a breath. Or so Lilith hoped it was only a break and the red-head was okay. She nodded to Wren and did the rounds of unlocking the others without a comment to share until she reached Ulrich.

“Hey, listen, if anyone passes out or isn’t holding up well, get them out okay?”
Lilith looked him square in the eyes to assure she had his full attention then proceeded to unlock his restraints and slide them across the room. The girls were undoubtedly strong and resourceful but also stubborn and prideful and they had been detained for who knew how long. Lilith didn’t expect anybody’s peak performance. But General Darkness only needed a bit of solar power before he was near indestructible again. “Or take a bullet for them,” she mumbled and pulled a face. “Whatever gets us out in one piece. From here onwards,” she added grimacing lightly, remembering the state of Wren.

Lilith cautiously got to her fee, using Ulrich as a brace then the wall for support, steadying herself for a moment. Something in her told her she wasn’t going to get any better than this and she was done waiting. Anybody that objected to that could just be thankful she freed them rather than strut out the cell and lock them in again. “Let's go.”

She took a few steps and uncharacteristically hesitated before stepping out of the cell. She sooner expected bullets to fly than a free walk out this floor. Especially with the hold up of their hydra buddy.

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"Ladies first," Ulrich said in a languid, yet challenging tone. Caitria scowled softly at his response; she was aware of how out there her suggestion was, but at least she was trying, even if she was grasping at straws.

"Oh, shut up," Wren let out a groan, tugging at her restrained and mangled hand before letting it rest in her lap. "If you all break your hands . . . we’re fucked. Just rest . . . while you can.”

The following silence was quickly broken by Frankie. ". . . Now what?"

There was a soft sigh escaping Wren's lips, before the open her mouth to scream at the top of her lungs. "Hey! Asshole! MOTHERFUCKERS!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! HEY! Fucking pussies! HEY!"

It seemed as if Frankie was equally as alarmed as Caitria was. "Wren!? Shut up!"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Caitria muttered, more to herself than Wren. Provoking the guards wasn't smart if Wren was currently as weak as Caitria thought she was.

Caitria watched, slightly alarmed, as the guard began to approach Wren. The redhead, contrary to what Caitria thought was going to happen, attacked the guard, beating him up to near death before snapping his neck to finish the job.

"Dear God," Caitria whispered under her breath. Compared to her father, or any other valiant superhero out there, she was a bit more morally flexible, and accepted killing with open arms if it was necessary. After all, killing and death was part of this life Caitria had chosen. However, what Wren was doing was perhaps a tad bit unnecessarily brutal. Nonetheless, Caitria couldn't blame her; Wren had been tortured and beaten - she was bound to feel at least a little bit vengeful.

Wren handed the keys to Lilith, freeing the blonde so she could help rid the others of their cuffs. Caitria extended her wrists, nodding in gratitude as her handcuffs fell to the ground, unlocked.

“Let's go,” Lilith called out. Caitria cautiously stepped out of the cell, peering around the building as if someone was suddenly going to jump out and attack them (that was certainly very likely, at the moment).

"So, what's our plan?" she asked the others quietly - she didn't want to yell like a madwoman in foreign territory. "If we even have one right now . . . "