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Zachary Drake

"After all, why else would we be living if it wasn't to try our best?"

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a character in “Descendant Academy”, as played by Chrian Blaire

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"Just prepare yourself, things are certainly going to get chilly from here."
- Zachary Drake




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Zach , Drakey

a g e x // x32

g e n d e r x // xMale

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

o r i g i n x // xLos Angeles, US

s p e c i e s x // xMutant

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xLevel 8 — Physical






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D E M E A N O R

h e i g h t x // x6'4''

w e i g h t x // x189 Lbs

h a i r x // xZachary has black hair, something which he inherited from his supposed mother, and likes to keep it as natural as possible. As he considered himself to be a stylist at heart, there are no limits in what he could possibly do with his outlook, and Zachary pretty much considered his hair to be one of his most eye-catching features. Though not really sissy about appearance, he can be caught sitting in front of the mirror for hours just to 'give it a good vibe.'

e y e s x // xZachary's eyes in their normal state are that of deep black color. When controlling ice, however, they slowly turn into a blue-ish, somewhat cyan color depending on the intensity and how powerful he is utilizing them. When his energy is depleted, Zachary's eyes become noticeably paler than usual.

o d d i t i e s x // xZachary has a set of dragon tattoo over his left hip. He also has a birthmark in the gap between his thumb and index finger.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xAs someone who is a mix of 5 different origins, it goes without saying that Zachary has a very unique and attractive appearance. Aside from standing at a height that towers most people that he usually comes across, Zachary is certainly someone people around him would regard as a 'hunk', for the adorning flawless muscles that he spent his entire life perfecting. His handsome face is the result of his mixed bloods, and is a precious tool of which he would utilize to get the best impressions out of everybody around him. When it comes to his choices of wardrobe, Zachary has a wide range of fashionable tastes, one never overlap with another. As a businessman and a lecturer, professional suits are usually what he is often seen in, but that doesn't mean anyone can forbid him from dressing like a catwalk model casually either. When actually got down to heroes' work, Zachary often wears the X-Men jacket and suit that his old man once proudly wore, which he would admitted that was not really up to his taste.





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P O W E R S

t h e r m o k i n e s i s x // x Like his father, Zachary is capable of lowering temperatures both within and outside his body, projecting intense coldness and freezing objects surrounding him within a certain area. The furthest extent of his capability is only several degrees away from absolute zero.
c r y o k i n e s i s x // x Zachary is fully capable of manipulating ice, as well as gaining an immunity to all means of coldness. He can control moisture such as freezing any air moisture into super-hard ice. This ice can be formed into any object of his choosing. The only limitations are his own imagination and the ambient air temperature which determines how long his ice works will stay icy.
i c e_ f o r m x // x Ability to not only cover his body with ice, but to actually become organic ice. In this state, Zachary becomes incredibly invulnerable not only thanks to the sturdiness of the ice but also the capability to regenerate shattered parts as long as there are sufficient amounts of hydration around.
h y d r o k i n e s i s x // x The power to control water at molecular power. Zachary can use surrounding moisture to augment himself, allowing him to travel within large bodies of water very quickly. He is able to convert his body to gigantic proportions as well, through absorption of a body of water or water vapor in the air.
i c e _ c l o n e _ g e n e r a t i o nx // x Zachary can create clones of himself which are made from ice. They are sentient, very sturdy and can be spanned in limitless quantities as long as the amount of hydro and Zachary's own energy are sufficient.
c r y o k i n e t i c _ p e r c e p t i o nx // x Inherited from his father, Zachary gains ability to spread his consciousness within places where ice is presented through the icy matter and perceive all events occurring within it. As of currently, the furthest range for this capability is as large as the States.



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

c o m b a t _ p r o w e s s x // x Zachary is well-versed in many kinds of martial arts and hand-to-hand combat and has knowledge in using various weapons, which is why he can hold himself well even without the use of his mutant ability.
m a s t e r _ i n t e l l e c t s x // x Zachary has two Ph.D degrees in Business and Marketing Administration and three M.A degrees in Psychology and Philosophy, and they undoubtedly are proofs of his intellectuals prowess.
e s p i o n a g ex // x With the ability to fit in generally most situations and setting, as well as his Oscar-level acting, Zachary is most confident in his abilities to spy and obtain information while remaining undercover like a well-trained CIA agents.
m u l t i l i n g u i s tx // x A benefit from his mixed blood. Asides from English, Zachary can speak Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese and Arabic fluently. He also knows basics of Irish, French and Portuguese.
n e g o t i a t i o n x // x As a businessman and a lecturer, it goes without saying that Zachary has ways with his words and can sway the flows of conversation to his liking, as well as using his charisma and eloquence as a mean of persuasion.
b a r t e n d i n g x // x A hobby which Zachary picks up somewhere along the way. Stop by his place and he will mix up cocktails that will certainly lighten up your mood regardless of how sullen your day had been.



W E A K N E S S E S

d r y n e s s x // x The very basis of Zachary's mutant power is moisture, and the lack of it may cause his powers to be dysfunctional, or even making him powerless altogether.
e x t r e m e _ h e a tx // x Nothing stands well against ice and coldness than heat, after all. Zachary is confident he can freezes anything in the world, with the exception of fire and any kinds of it.
u n f o r g i v i n g x // x Very few among 7 billions people in the world can make it to Zachary's hate list, but when they do, he will make sure their heads will be nicely encased in a coffin made of ice.
c l o s e d _ o n e sx // x Like many others, Zachary's friends and family meant the world to him, and for their sake, he is willing to forfeit even his very existence just to make sure that no harms can come in their ways.



F E A R S

l o s t _ o f _ c o n t r o lx // x At his zenith, Zachary's dad Robert can bring the entire world back to the Ice Age. He is well aware of what capabilities he will truly grasp one day, and it comes with the fear that that day will be the day when he succumb to it.
l o n e l i n e s s x // x Not a pleasant feeling at all. Mutants, like humans, are interactive beings and he is fearful of being left behind or abandoned more than anything.
t o t a l _ a n n i h i l a t i o nx // x Zachary knows very well of what prejudices and threats mutants have to face everyday, and the thought that they may possibly be wiped out entirely is daunting.






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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Zachary is, to say the least, a man whom everyone can found to be interesting. A true extrovert at heart, he is always full of energy and believes that a new day is a brand new adventure. He is very approachable and always tries to reach out to all around him, even to the most reserved of people, telling himself that if it wasn't him, then who else is gonna do it? A social animal, Zachary is one to never miss any opportunities to spend time with his friends and closed one and get to know more about them. Others may be expecting that as an ice manipulator, he must be as cold as ice itself. But he proves them to be terribly wrong by his passion and zealousness. After all, for businessmen like Zachary, first impressions are always the most important. When he has put his mind into doing something, the world can end tomorrow and it is not going to stop him from pursuing what he had set out to do.

Always striving to better himself as the days go on, Zachary's motto is: If miracles had a synonym, it is hardworking. There are plenty of goals that he hasn't achieved and a great many horizons that he hadn't discovered just yet, and until he exhales the last breath of his life, he will continue work his ass off, standing up again and again no matter how many times he is struck down. Zachary was born with many gifts and talents, and have gained many successes, but never been too prideful about them, for he knows they are not the last of what he is capable of. Life, for him, has never been a competition, as such winning and losing were never something he cares about. What matters to Zachary is to try his absolutely best, and that is what truly is charismatic about him.

It might come off as surprising for some that Zachary is someone who is much more perceptive and observant than he shown himself to be. He can notice something that goes wrong by the smallest bits, and intercept all matters that he had to deal with skillfully. While he is someone who would often outwardly expresses his emotions, it can be difficult to grasp what is actually going on in his mind. As even the most harmless of people can become the most bloodthirsty of savages when pushed to their limits, underestimating someone is something he would never do. Zachary is also known for being someone who would keep his trump cards hidden until he absolutely have to resort to it, and always planning one step ahead, never allowing any strings to be attached to him. This makes those who want to use him to further their goals have to think twice before commencing, as he probably have already got a good reading of them.

A side of Zachary some might find to be unrealistic, or even naive, is his view and hope for a better world where no one will ever have suffer again. This is evidences for his little obsession with perfectionism, that nothing can be better if the best hasn't come out from individuals yet. He strongly cherishes justice and righteousness, and outwardly believes that evil has no place in the world, nor anywhere in the universe, and should be eliminated no matter what. Zachary can manage to find and make out the best in a bad situation, and has a tendency to always look on the bright sides of things most of the times. This is one of the main driven forces that have been keeping him going for his life up til now. He does not hate anyone, as he will always try to find something to like about them even if they are the worst of jerks in the world. As he strives to move himself further and further everyday, he secretly hopes that he can be somewhat a good example so that others too can aim to perfect themselves.






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H I S T O R Y

It is a known fact for many people that Robert 'Bobby' Drake, or the former Iceman, one of the famous X-Men and a founding members of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, is gay. That, and along with all the heroic duties and jobs which he has to attend to for like every second of his life, it is impossible for him to even has the slightest idea of ever settling down with some woman whom he isn't turned on when he is laying next to her. But, for some reasons that no one could quite understand, Bobby still wanted to have a child. Probably someone to carry on his name after he is no longer capable, or to have someone to care for him in his old age. So, what gotta happen happened. He contributed his sperm, and along with it his mutant DNA, to a woman who is willing to bear him a child. And that is the story of how Zachary Drake came into being.

Zachary was raised without the presence of a mother, but if anyone came in and expected some tragedy out of his childhood, they would be disappointed. His father, despite being caught up in all sorts of world-saving matters, still managed to do a very good job in raising him, with the aids from his grandparents. He shown many promising potentials even as a mere toddler, and had had quite normal childhood growing up in the arms of his family. Being curious as he was, Zachary asked about his mother from times to times, but all he had ever received was that she is someone of oriental origin and she is a good person. But that soon stopped to matter, as he continued maturing. He has absolutely no idea that Bobby is a mutant, and so is he. until he reaches his puberty years.

It was a turning point of his life, for when Zachary first experiences his mutant power was when his father come out to him in all senses. How he was conceived, the truth that both of them are mutants, how Bobby was a famous hero looked up by many, and so on. It was a great deal of information to take in at once, but somehow, he come to accept it much easier than he anticipated. With a sigh of relief, Bobby showed his son an envelope, with an invitation to enroll Xavier's Institute concealed within it. And so, his days of training to become the next generation of mutants begin, alongside with the envision of a much more thrilling future that Zachary had always dreamed of.

After the wonderful years at Xavier's, Zachary proceeded to continue to further the study he left unfinished. It was not too much of a difficulty for him, as after high school, he earned himself a spot in Stanford University and Oxford University, where he learned his way up to Ph.D in business and M.A in psychology. With this, he succeeded in achieving his dream of becoming a businessman. Zachary had been graced with many precious encounters and made countless of connections during these days, and was happy that he had accepted who he was back in the day.

Sometimes during his 27, Zachary was invited to enroll Descendant Academy, funded by Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne, or better known as Iron Man and Batman. At first he didn't consider it thinking that training under his father is good enough, and that would certainly hinder his career. But after much persuasion from Bobby, he accepted the offer. His father presented him with his old X-Men suit and equipment, which he just smiled and received without showing that they are way not so up to his taste. And for 5 years long, Zachary had been alive and kicking in DA among the other descendants. Perhaps school days aren't so appealing to him now as it once was when he was younger, but he would admit that it had been a lot of fun. No matter what kind of hard-ass exercises the mentors may think of, he will take them up and better himself even more.





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So begins...

Zachary Drake's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Zachary Drake

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When Xavier is back in his own room, he changed his attires into something else that is more informal and suitable for socializing. While most of the time what he prefers are suits and professional choices of wardrobes, it doesn't mean that he is not up to something more fashionable and 'updated'. There's a lot for others to find out about this old man, after all, and it wouldn't be so interesting as to show them all in one go, isn't it? All the chatteries and fussing about how untrustworthy of an individual he is, but if people can truly read his thoughts, they would know that he much enjoys things to be that way.

Glancing at the invitation for the gala, Xavier couldn't helped mustering over what can possibly happen when it actually occurs. It is quite obvious that unlike some of the others, he was born for these kinds of events. This is a known fact even to the mentors that most of the infiltration missions they sent him to before are mostly to be an attendant of these refined activities. And as the saying goes, there is always a party crasher for any parties. It is not entirely a bad thing, in fact, for recently there hasn't been so many occasions where Xavier can stretch his muscles just a little bit more.

From: Speculum Scandinavian
Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite.

Xavier almost chuckled at the message he received from Ross, his all-time favorite drinking buddy. It seemed that others have already started having quite a bit of a get-together in Jack's place, so he figures he should be leaving before he miss all the amusing things that can be already happening there. Usually he would just pop in from thin air and make an entrance but he doesn't feel like doing the same thing twice today, so Xavier summoned a rather exquisite-looking bottle of wine before heading to the literal 'lair of the Devil' in a normal human way.



Disembarking the plane that had just arrived at Connecticut with his shades on, Zachary made his way to the parking lot of the airport where he left his car before he left for a trip to Xavier's Institution. He is invited there on behalf of his daddy, who once was a super famous X-Man and a former faculty of the school, to give lectures and teaches lessons for the newly recruited mutants in utilization of their gifts. Well, while a 32-year-old gal like him is still a student spending his days away at the prestigious Descendant Academy, Zachary still takes his pride in his career as a lecturer. So, he enjoys teaching and showing the kids of what wondrous things they can do. A good thing that afterwards he had managed to earn himself a small fanclub.

Speaking of lecturers, Zachary clearly saw the discontented look on Mycroft's face when he handed his leave of absence notice. He always knew the old man hated it when any of the students take a leave on his many 'precious' lessons, whether for an acceptable reason or not. Of course, he respected him and the other mentors for their abilities and experiences, but just like the others, Zachary found them to be a real hassle, or in a cruder way to put it, a pain in the ass. But having stayed there for the past 6 years, it's the least of things that he is already used to already. They are not the best of teachers in the world but, as a student under them and a fellow lecturer, Zachary acknowledges their efforts, nonetheless.

Striding his Rolls-Royce through the residential streets of Bridgeport, he kept himself low as he enters the suburb area where the Academy situated. Passing through all the security protocols and parking his car where it meant to be, Zachary just casually strolling his way up the escalator to his own room, hoping to have nice day off while planning what should he be doing for the day, until a message popped up in his phone.

From: Frankie Winnie
Hiya, Frosty. Nate and I are hanging out in my penthouse if you wanna join. Phoebe will showing up at some point. :)

Frankie is a good friend of Zachary. He pretty much considers her as a younger sister of sorts and is actually thinking about her, since he brought gifts back from his trip to Xavier's for a handful of people who are his friends and acquaintances, which included the daughter of Spidey. "They just had a practical session or something...?" He ponders over the probable reason why they are having a get-together. Seemed like he missed quite a bit during his absence too, which is actually a pity for someone who enjoys working like him. But at least he doesn't have to think over what he is going to do now, so he texted back.

To: Frankie Winnie
Sure thing, just returned from my trip too. I'll stop there in a bit. Got a present for you ;)

Upon returning to his penthouse, Zachary unpacked and got changing real quick, bringing with him the gifts for his friends before leaving for Frankie's place.



"Hey there, Xavie. Where ya heading to?" Zachary caught sight of the son of Dr. Strange on his way, who is also in his usual informal attires and was heading somewhere, rather than in his usual professional suits. For some reasons he doesn't know the man is walking rather than just teleporting like he does usually.

"Good morning, my dear Zach. It seemed that your trip to Xavier's Institute was uneventful." Xavier turned his head and greeted Zachary, a fellow descendant couple of years younger than him and one of the few friends he had, "I'm heading to the so-called Hell's Kitchen of Jack for breakfast, as I was invited earlier. Looks like a band had already gathered there though. Do you want to tag along?"

"Ah, that sounds good. Murdock's always been a dab hand in the kitchen. Though I'm heading to Frankie's place now, actually. A get-together is also happening there. Seems like everyone just in the mood to chill out, huh? Lemme guess, a practical session just took place this morning while everyone was still wandering in the dreamworld or tending to their owns?"

Xavier nodded, "A simulation session after a Hydra base. I thought we would be trifling with the beasts, but in the end it was not as much as striding through a field." He chuckled, "Still, it was a fun one. We had to recover what the mentors specifically noted as of great importance, but the prize is but merely a gala with all the big boys present that is about to take place in this very humble campus, soon."

"Well, I suppose we're both used to the not-so-surprising exercises already." Zachary grinned, "A pity though, I have always enjoyed simulations. But a gala though? This is too good of an opportunity for oppressors to wreck havoc. No altitudes of security could hope to absolutely prevent that. More so if the 'big boys' are going to be there as you say. Don't we all know that already?"

"That is exactly my thought, dearest Zach. But still, a gala is a gala, nonetheless. It's exactly where both of us are meant to be whereas others just didn't seem to be so enthusiastic. At least we can play tag and see to it while it lasts. I don't think my partner for the simulation earlier is up to it, so do I have the pleasure with you?"

"The pleasure is always mine, Xavie. Now I got another thing to think about." Zachary laughed, "And before I forgot. Here's the 'souvenir' for you. Took me a bit of effort and some persuasion but nothing too hard." He took out a small wooden box carved with sophisticated carvings and handed it to Xavier.

"Reliable as always, Zach. If there's any chances to return the favor, let me know." Xavier took the box from his fellow guardian with a nod, and transporting it to his reservoir. They are about to part ways, "I'll catch you up later before the event then."

"Later it is then, amigos."



Standing in front of Jack Murdock's penthouse, Xavier called out to inform others of his presence, "Hope everyone's okay in there, I'm coming in." Doesn't even bother to open the door, the scenery changed in a heartbeat and before anyone knows it, Xavier had already been sitting next to Ross. Gazing around, he saw that quite a handful of individuals are here.

Caitria, Jensen and Riley had already made themselves at home, while Jack and Wren are conversing privately, probably something others would be teasing about. Petra, though, is unexpected for someone who doesn't seem like much of a social animal. After acknowledging all of them, he placed the bottle he brought along on the counter and turned to Ross, "Romanee-Conti DRC 1990?" It's already a little bit over a week ago since they hang out to get drunk, so hopefully Ross wouldn't turn it down.

Meanwhile, Zachary had just also made it to Frankie's penthouse. Knocking on the door, he informed whoever inside of his presence, "Frankie, I'm coming in." He opened the door to the place and allowed himself in. Upon entering, he saw both Frankie and Nathaniel seemingly enjoying themselves. He is friends with Frankie but isn't particularly too close with the son of Bane, as he usually keeps to himself most of the time. But he also strikes him as someone who is not only a walking tower, but also a respectable genius as well. And it also occurs to Zachary that Nathaniel is seemingly what they would call 'a hunk with a heart of gold'.

"Glad to see you, little Spidey. Same to you, Nate. How's the simulation been for both of you? Too bad I miss it though." Zachary was quick to make himself comfortable as he approached the two. It was nice to have some moments to chill out before the grandeur, after all.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Zozo Zatara Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Zachary Drake

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"Very compelling argument, especially with the bookending. I just have one question, though - if we," Jensen said motioning to herself and Alex. "didn't have to punch a truckload of simulated goons to get a fancy invitation, are we still invited to that gala?"

Wren shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see why not... Mycroft seems to get personal enjoyment out of torturing us. Only makes sense that he'd force you all to go to. I think it was just a sick fucking joke that he made that our reward for finishing the simulation." She scratched her head with a sigh. "I mean, do you really wanna risk baldy's wrath?"

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"Hey, that doesn't come cheap, y'know. Save some for the rest of us, Wrenpool..."

"Oh, please. I'll go kill a pig for you if it's that big of a deal." Wren laughed softly towards him while taking another bite of bacon. Jack's eyes remained on her as he took a bite of her stolen bacon.

"Damn, I'm a good cook...Anyways, yes. I know you're all right. You've made that apparent many times now..." Jack replied in response to her comment about being fine. Yes, she might have said this numerous times now, but she never some someone so worried about her. She has a healing factor... Healing. She remained seated on the counter, watching Jack as he prepared the food her cooked, her teddy bear slippers swinging back and forth. Wren's gaze drifted over towards the growing mass inside Murdock's penthouse.

Her attention was drawn back to Jack when he talked towards her yet again. "...But that's not what I wanted to ask you. Mind if we talk in private? Far from this madding crowd..."

Wren's brows furrowed as she pursed her lips. "...Ok?" She pushed off the counter, hopping down to the ground. She waited by the end of the counter, staring down at her hands as Jack brought food to Riley.

Wren made a funny face towards Jensen and Alec as Jack led her down the dark hallway, away from the rest of the crowd. When they came to a stop outside his bedroom, she glanced over his shoulder towards his room. "You know, I'm not one for morals... But, maybe our first time shouldn't be while you have a bunch of guests... I'm a bit of a screamer," she whispered with a teasing, yet seductive tone and eyebrow wiggle.

Her more playful manner slowly faded when Jack's tone was more serious as he began talking. "So uh...I really enjoyed working with you. You saved my ass today and I'm grateful for that." Jack looked over his shoulder towards the crowd, like he was checking to make sure no one was eaves dropping. "I'd really like for us to hang out again and so I was wondering...do you want to go to the dance with me tomorrow?"

"It's a gala—" Wren froze mid sentence, mouth a gape when she realized what exactly he asked her. She raised her hand up to brush back loose hairs from her face as she tried to find the words. It wasn't often that people actually made her speechless, if even for a moment.

"Horns... I'm basically a walking shield. It would have been stupid, dumb... And well... Yeah, dumb if I didn't protect you from the grenade I threw. It only makes sense, I'm bulletproof. You're not..." Wren's voice trailed off. Jack's invitation seemed like it was because she saved his life that he invited her. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But she didn't want pity, especially from him. Wren had no clue what their flirtations meant, but something in her stomach knotted... She wanted the invitation to be genuine but was scared it wasn't. Before she could fight it, her shields started going up.

"The whole gala thing is to prove to the U.N. that we are good people and don't deserve a leash... but, Jack I'm not a good person." She shrugged her shoulders before leaning back on the wall opposite of him. "By dictionary definition I'm a bigger villain than Mirror wizard... Has he ever killed anyone? I have... I've done more illegal things than the metal whisperer and gentle venom giant combined."

After a long pause, Wren sighed. "I'm the exact type of person that needs a leash like Thaddeus Ross wants to put on us..." Her gaze drifted up to meet his. "Jack you're a good person... Son of a hero with a moral compass that could rival the man of steel. You should go to the gala with someone who will make the academy and yourself look good. Not a trigger happy basket case."

Although Wren's words were genuine... more genuine than she usually is, her heart beat and sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made her wonder if she said the right thing. It wasn't often that she actually vocalized what she is. She is the daughter of Wade Wilson, in all forms of the word. The academy is the only reason she hasn't been arrested. The one thing she hated more, was that fucking bat ears over there could probably see right through her facade just based on her heart beat and breathing... He made lying and emotions so complicated.



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Tobias glanced over towards the pool, taking a drink of his beer. His gaze met Zozo's just before the brunette screamed...
Loudly. "AAAAHHHHH!!!" He snorted as he swallowed his drink, watching Oz splash around like a cat in a bath tub. "FUCK! FUCK THAT'S COLD! TOBY, YOU COULD'VE MADE YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN IN A LESS TRAUMATIC WAY! NOW I'M FUCKING DROWNING LOOK WHAT YOU'VE-"

As Zozo made his way up to the surface of the water Tobias finished his drink. His gaze drifted sideways, noticing the pair of sunglasses that settled themselves at the bottom of the deep end. With a wave of his left index and middle finger, the glasses rose up through the water, and rested themselves on the ground beside their owner. "Just kidding. I've been swimming since the diaper days."

"You've always had a flare for the dramatics," Tobias said as he leaned back in the lawn chair.

"Okay. So I know what you're thinking..." Tobias looked over at Zozo, crossing his arms behind his head, listening to what was going to be a speech... Or something along those lines.

"I can see the question hidden behind those icy blue eyes, and I'll admit the answer is embarrassing. I was practicing spell-casting...while underwater." Oz's gaze drifted up to the sky while Tobias' brows furrowed. "Like I wanted to see if it would work. But every time I said something it came out like hbluhbluhbluh because y'know...I was underwater. You can't pronounce backwards words correctly with H2O flowing in your mouthhole..."

Tobias sat up, letting his legs all to either side of elongated seat of the lounge chair. His elbows rested on his knees, scratching the back of his head with his right hand. "You can't say anything underwater, Oz."

"I think the more delicious question is, what are you, Toby the Hermit, doing on the rooftop during the wee hours of the morning?"

A very feint flick of a smile tugged at the corner of Tobias' mouth at 'Toby the Hermit'. "You know I don't like socializing... or people."

"Something wicked this way walks."

Tobias glanced back over his shoulder in time to make eye contact with Thaleia. "Oh, it's you."

"I was here first," he replied as deadpanned as she did.

"And me!" Zozo grinned. "Good evening-morning Thaleia."

"It's just morning." Tobias kind of sided with Oz on that one. It didn't feel like morning. Technicalities didn't help it.

He watched as the swimmer dried out his soaked phone. The second that it was dry it vibrated in Zozo's hand. "OH MY GOD WHAT THERE'S A PARTY AT MURDOCK'S!" Tobias reached into his pocket, pulling out his own phone, illuminating the screen. To no surprise there was no message in his own phone. Not that it mattered, he probably wouldn't go anyways. But sometimes he couldn't help but wish he was more included... Who was he kidding, with a father like his.

Zozo's voice quickly snapped him out of his own mind. "What else happened while I was asleep? Why is everyone up so goddamn early this morning?" Tobias parted his lips to answer but was cut off by Zozo's own realization. "Wait. Don't tell me." Facepalm. "There was a simulation wasn't there? And I missed it..."

Tobias watched as Zozo sunk back down into the pool. His gaze then shifted over to Thaleia's less that pleasing tone. "How could you not know about the simulation? JARVIS was the messenger...and you know. Computer systems."

"You didn't miss anything Oz... Besides a gala. Mycroft wants us all to put on happy faces and prove we don't need laws and leashes." Tobias stood up and walked back over to the bar, grabbing another beer. Without a sideways glance, the bottle cap popped off and he caught it in his free hand. "Oh, did I say 'us'... I'm not invited." He took a long drink from the bottle, then leaned his elbows against the bar.

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Frankie looked towards her door when she heard a knock. "Frankie, I'm coming in."

She moved to her tippy toes, grabbing a third coffee cup. Frankie glanced over her shoulder towards Zach with a soft smile. "Hey! You're back!" She grabbed the fresh pot of coffee and proceeded to pour the three of them a fresh cup. "Cream is in the fridge... And sugar..." She walked over to the island, grabbing the sugar cup. "Is right here." Frankie smiled to them both as she started scooping sugar into her cup.

"Glad to see you, little Spidey. Same to you, Nate. How's the simulation been for both of you? Too bad I miss it though."

Frankie leaned back against the counter, blowing on her coffee before taking a sip. Her gaze drifted towards Nate then back to Zach. "Good. It was a hydra base... Proud to say we got through it without setting off the alarm. That's easy for people like Xavier or Caitria... But we still did it, the hard way." She tapped her fingers against her coffee mug.

"Oh, and there's a gala tomorrow... Er, tonight?" Her brows furrowed as she looked towards Nate for clarification. "Mycroft had J.A.R.V.I.S. wake us up at like 3 a.m. for the simulation." She yawned, raising a hand to scratch the back of her head. "My times are all messed up now." She smiled sheepishly. "But, apparently Thaddeus Ross and a bunch of U.N. people will be here... They want to control us like they tried with the Avengers. So, apparently we need to prove why we don't need that."

Frankie waved it off like a fly. She didn't want to think about the gala and the stress of impressing them all. "Anyways, how was your flight?"



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

Ross made a mocking face towards Jack, but it was interrupted by a yawn. He chuckled at Jack's obvious disgust at the suggestion of Ross going with Riley. He glanced back over towards his friend who seemed more than happy with the arrangement. "Amen to that," he said making an invisible toast. "Everyone's going to be jealous of me. The girls will send me hate mail. The guys will slam me against lockers... Mycroft will install lockers for the express purpose of letting guys slam me against them."

"Aye'll kick their arses if they do," Ross said with a wink towards Riley.

Ross' head turned towards the door when there was a knock. "I'm letting myself in." Then the door opened and in came Caitria. "Hope you're all decent."

"Was eh supposed to be... not decent?" Ross patted his clothes teasingly like he should have been caught half naked or something.

"What did you do now, McCulloch?"

Ross put on his innocent Puss in Boots face as he turned to face Jack. "Who? Meh? Eh did nothin'..." He put his hands up innocently.

"This isn't IHop, Ross! You can't just expect me to prepare breakfast for the whole academy! I have no qualms with more guests, but you should've asked before-" Jack's rant was cut off when a talkative red head came through the door, bringing along her equally unique friends. He couldn't help but snort back a laugh as Jack knocks magnets off his fridge. The boy should get his crush tattooed on his forehead... It's that obvious.

Ross glanced over just in time to see Jensen lean against the bar stool beside him. He nodded his head towards her while he yawned, unable to audibly say hello. "Trade you a bit of bourbon for some of whatever Murdock's serving?"

He didn't hesitate to take a nice long swing from the flask Jensen offered. He shook off a shiver as he spun the cap back on. When she offered her muffin towards him, Ross took it from her. "Not exactly a morning bird, are you?"

"You should try wakin' up at 3 in da mornin' fer a simulation... Fuckin' sucks." Ross took a large bite out of the muffin before handing it back to Jensen. He nearly choked on the bite of bread when he saw Petra walk through the door. Out of everyone he texted, he didn't expect her to join them. He smiled towards her with crumbs on his mouth. "Red, hey." He waved his hand towards her. Without a moments hesitation, he stumbled off the bar stool he sat on offering it to her seeing as how the seating around the penthouse was quickly being filled up. "You can have meh seat."

In the blink of an eye Xavier was seated beside Ross, causing the Scot to nearly get dizzy from whiplash. Man was he too tired for this. Strange set on a bottle on the counter in front of him. Ross blinked back sleepiness from his eyes as he tried to focus on the label. "Romanee-Conti DRC 1990?"

Ross rubbed his eyes, fighting a yawn. "Will et wake meh up?" He smirked sheepishly. His gaze then shifted to Petra. "Wanna glass, Red?" Then looked towards Jensen. "Jones?"

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Nathaniel was awkwardly silent at this point. Not really sure what to say anymore as he poured himself a cup of coffee. There was a knock at the door. "Frankie, I'm coming in." Two more joined them. Zach and Xavier. Like with most people at the school, he didn’t really interact with them. He just sipped on his coffee while they came in.

"Glad to see you, little Spidey. Same to you, Nate. How's the simulation been for both of you? Too bad I miss it though." Zach spoke to them as he came into the kitchen and Nathaniel raised the mug to his lips while muttering under his breathe, ”It’s Nathaniel.” Only Frankie was able to get away with calling him Nate.

"Good. It was a hydra base... Proud to say we got through it without setting off the alarm. That's easy for people like Xavier or Caitria... But we still did it, the hard way." Her eyes met his for a moment as she spoke. He continued to sip on his coffee. Of course he did smile a bot thinking about the simulation. It was rather impressive they managed to get through without setting off the alarms or killing anyone. It certainly would have gone differently if it were just him but he still enjoyed the challenge.

"Oh, and there's a gala tomorrow... Er, tonight?" Frankie looked at Nathaniel for clarification and he furrowed his brow trying to remember as well. Was it today or tomorrow? Maybe it was tomorrow. He just gave her a shrug as an answer. "My times are all messed up now." So was his.

"But, apparently Thaddeus Ross and a bunch of U.N. people will be here... They want to control us like they tried with the Avengers. So, apparently we need to prove why we don't need that." Which made it all the more surprising he was even invited there. The son of a man spending a lifetime in prison with zero motivation to interact with politicians. But then a thought crossed him that he said quietly, "Show us off like dogs..."

Nathaniel down the rest of his coffee and looked over at Frankie. He was curious how she was holding up. They'd actually expect her to socialize and play politics. He made the decision took glide over to her and rest a large hand on her shoulder. "You'll do fine." He spoke quietly hoping only she would hear. It was only meat for her anyways. He gave her a weak smile before returning where he was beforehand to get another cup of coffee. Suddenly he felt like he needed it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After composing herself, she swiped through her contacts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

"Tobias?"

"...I'm here."

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

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

"Mom? She didn't bear you."

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I got it!" Tobias hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When will they be arriving?"

"Within the next 10 minutes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hopefully, all good things."

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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After leaving the little breakfast party at Jack's place, Xavier returned to his own penthouse and prepared for anything he needs for the gala coming up tonight. He has agreed beforehand that he and Zachary will be 'dates' tonight, since both of them didn't have anyone to tag along. They will simply keep each other company like always. Both of them are born for social events like this so it's never too much of a big deal for them, even if all the big boys will be gathering here tonight. Xavier knows that among those who will show up today, quite few would keep an eye on him since they outright say that they cannot trust anything of mystical nature, and brushing them off as mere heresies in the modern age of technology and science and things as such. But he just needs to act like his usual self, and what can goes wrong?

As the clock ticks away, time flies like a flash and it was eventually time to attend the gala. When all that needed to be done is finished, Xavier took his leave and made his way to Zachary's apartment.



Zachary admitted he felt a little bit left-out when he was in Frankie's apartment. Nathaniel and the little Spidey seemed to really have a time by themselves. They would make a rather unlikely couple though, if he must say. But the way he looks at it, it seemed that perhaps it was majorly from Nathaniel rather than reciprocated. He's not the one to poke into others' private affairs, but it would be rather interesting to see how this would turn out.

After finished with the preparations for the gala, he was about to leave for Xavier's place before his phone rung. Someone was calling him using Messenger. Turning on the front camera, he saw none other than his dad waving to him from the other side. "Yo there, lil' guy. How's thing? It's been forever. You're looking good." Bobby greeted his son. It appears that he was somewhere outside.

"Hey, dad. Everything's good over here. You're not coming tonight?"

"Well, they sent me an invitation, but too bad I got caught in some 'business' tonight. Galas are your things, not mine. You know that."

Zachary chuckled, "I sure am. I've just gotten back from Xavier's today too. The kids were nice. I suppose I know how you feel now, huh?"

"And you'll be even better than I once was. Got a date with you yet?"

"No, everyone's already got theirs, it seemed. I'm going with Xavier."

"Dr. Strange's son, was it? Well, I heard some rumors about him too. So, all big guys are gathering there tonight, huh?"

"Yeah, that's should tell you how much of a big deal it is. I'm actually worried that this is too much of a perfect opportunity for anyone to wreck havoc."

"Well, what's there for you to ever worried about? You can just freeze their asses, like you always do. I'm sure you can handle anything just fine. Besides, you've got powerful friends, you can just count on them."

"Yeah, I suppose so. Thanks, dad."

"Just checking in every once in a while to see how you're doing. I'm off now. Be strong, lil' guy."

"Love you." Zachary winked with his dad and turned off the screen.



Xavier and Zachary walked together to where the gala was taken place. As expected, it's already been filled with people, most of which are all famous figures and people with powers. On the other side of the room, they can see Thaddeus Ross conversing with the mentors. They decided to split and socialize, and got each other's back when needed.

Xavier was going to take a drink by the bar, until he notices some familiar faces he once saw on the television. The Worthingtons. Obviously, the hero Angel who is the only mutant to work for UN would be here. Xavier has been wanting to meet them for quite a while now, so now it's a perfect opportunity to make a good impression. "Mr. Worthington, Mrs. Worthington. It is a pleasure to meet you two. We of the Descendants are most privileged to have you here tonight with us." He approached, greeted them and extended his arm towards Mr. Worthington with a smile, "My name is Xavier Strange. I'm a student of this Academy. I hope you will have a fine time with us tonight."

He then shifted his attention to the younger girl, whom he assumed to be their daughter, "And you, stunning lady, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

Meanwhile, Zachary was going around and conversing with people, until he come across Frankie by the bar. But she seemed to be in a bit of a hurry though. Probably because she is greeting Thaddeus and others heads. "Hey Spidey, good luck." He winked and encouraged her as she approached the bar to get a drink.

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"Yup, though I sort of wish I wasn't," Caitria said from the other side of the door before opening it to face Wren. "Let's go and try not to fall asleep."

Wren smiled down at Caitria, feeling abnormally tall in heels. But, if she didn't... Well, she'd be tripping over her gown more than she already was. Still, she smirked, offering the blonde her arm like she was a somewhat civilized date. "Well, don't you look hot." She couldn't help but chuckle, seeing as how her friend took her advice with the red.

Once on the elevator, she sighed softly, lifting her left foot to adjust the strap on her stiletto. "Hopefully, we can stay out of those officials' gray hairs for the entire night," Caitria said jokingly.

Wren laughed, tugging at the hems of her sleeves. "I doubt Wade Wilson's daughter is first on their list of friends to make." She looked up at the digital screen above the elevator doors showing their slow decent. "A fucking leash..." Wren scoffed under her breath, tapping her heel on the ground. "Five bucks says if the U.N. gets their way, they'll stick trackers in us... Give us a serial number."

The elevator came to a stop, the doors slowly opening. But Wren just stood there for a long moment, taking a deep breath. "Positive note... No matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk." She nodded her head towards Caitria, before exiting the lift and heading towards the source of the music. "I wonder if I slept with Thaddeus Ross, if that'd be enough and we can all go home?" She chuckled, looking over at Caitria as they entered the large ballroom.

Wren's eyes widened as she took everything in. There were so many politicians in the room that they nearly out numbered the students. She couldn't believe the lengths that the Academy went to, just to prove that we should have the right to work outside the law. They got an orchestra... A mother fucking orchestra. How in the hell was she was supposed to get down to the sound of a violin? She raised a hand to brush back a loose curl, scanning the room for the bar. Her gaze stopped when she not only found the bar, but a tall, dark and handsome drink of water standing beside it.

"...Or him," Wren said with a playful smirk on her face as she nodded her head towards the stranger. She started to walk towards the bar, pivoting on her heels to face Caitria as she walked backwards. "Don't hate me." She blew her friend a kiss, before facing the bar once again, walking towards it with a breath of fresh confidence and attitude.

Wren came to a stop before the counter, a few feet over from the handsome stranger. She raised her hand to get the bartender's attention. "Martini, dirty." As she waited for her drink, she couldn't help but make sideways glances at him. He cleaned up well, like a man who dresses like that on a regular basis. Tall, dark and handsome didn't even begin to describe it. He was taller than her, even with her heels on. He almost had a vampiric type of appearance, even though Wren was kicking herself over that comparison. Her attention was drawn back to the bartender when he served Wren her drink.

After taking a long drink, Wren finally turned to face the specimen of a male. Just as she parted her lips to speak towards him, a voice boomed throughout the hall. "Hello. May I have your attention, please...." Thaddeus Ross, she presumed. "Now, on behalf of the United Nations, I'd like to introduce Wynne Worthington to you." A young blonde... With wings took the spot light besides Thaddeus. Wren didn't know who she was, but she already didn't like her. She looked about as perfect as perfect could be. And well, in any girls' eyes that intimidating and a no go.

"Wynne and her father, Warren Worthington, work with the United Nations to ensure that...powered individuals...such as the good students of the Academy are represented. Although, none of you have joined us - yet - and we're eager to gain some insight into the Academy. Therefore, Ms. Worthington here will be joining you amongst your ranks for a little while."

Wren snorted then quickly took a long drink of her martini. "None of you have joined us... yet" She clicked her tongue in her mouth, letting her gaze fall to her glass, running her index finger along the brim. So now the U.N. is planting their own fucking spies right in the middle of everything. Did that mean Wren was expected to behave perfectly all the time now? That wasn't going to fly. At that rate she might as well let Thaddeus put the noose around her neck right now.

Of course, now Ms. Perfect-Blonde was going to speak. Wren downed the rest of her drink, then tapped the empty glass with her finger, signaling the bartender for another. "Hello. I'm Wynne Worthington, and I'm excited to be joining as a - temporary student, shall we say. I take my responsibilities at the United Nations very seriously, and through this period of time I hope to get to know you better so that I can speak better for your benefit. Thank you."

With a fresh drink, Wren went to leave the bar almost forgetting the gent beside her. She had half a mind at this point to just leave. Maybe he was a plant too? I mean he looked around the same age as the rest of the Descendants but how was she to know if he was with U.N. or not. After all, she's never seen him before, so that gives a pretty strong indication that he may be. Wren took a deep breath, taking a half step towards him. "So... to avoid the risk of putting my foot in my mouth, I have to ask... Are you U.N.?"




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"Yes, of course. A moment, please," Petra responded before disappearing back into her apartment.

"Thanks," Tobias called after her as he waited patiently for her return.

Petra returned promptly, unlocking her phone before handing it to him. "And in exchange... you can help me carry it for the evening, please." She then hooked her hand around his elbow, guiding him towards the elevator. "Deep breath. We'll be there together."

"Yeah," he sighed softly. He let his gaze fall down to the unlocked phone. Tobias hesitated for a moment before tapping his fingers along the screen, and bringing the phone to his ear. "Hey mom, it's Tob—" He was quickly cut off by Mystique who began freaking out and rambling on the phone. "Mom... Mom... Raven!" She finally grew quiet, allowing him to speak his peace. "I don't know if he has my phone tapped. I called you from Petra's..." His gaze drifted over towards her for a moment, before looking back down at the ground.

"Look, I need you to listen to me. You need to leave and go into hiding... Now." He looked up, watching the floor numbers tick by as they got closer to the desired level. "No, no. Just go... I can't tell you, just trust me please... If you need to contact me, call Petra. Just get out, get safe. Don't risk being seen as yourself." He sighed softly as his mother finally conceded. "Thank you... yes, I love you too. Ok, bye."

Tobias took Petra's phone, sliding it into the breast pocket of his blazer to keep it as she asked. He took a long moment before finally looking over at her. He clears his throat. "I'll explain everything to you tomorrow... I promise." He raised his free hand to softly pat hers that rested in the crook of his arm.

As if on cue, the elevator doors open letting the soft sounds of classical music flood from the hall towards them. This was a bad idea and Tobias knew it. Sure, there were other children of villains here at the academy... But, none of them had a parent currently heading a terrorist faction. It's different. "I don't suppose you're ready for this. I'm not," Petra said, vocalizing her nervousness.

Tobias sighed, looking down at her. "Not really." He lead her towards the ballroom, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He came to a stop before the entrance, looking towards Petra one last time. "No matter what anyone says about me... Just let it happen. We... You need to make a good impression and if that means letting the politicians talk poorly about me, then so be it." He didn't want her getting heated because someone says that Tobias is a piece of shit or anything else. He can handle it, he's got thick skin. And this gala is about so much more than his own pride.

With that, he lead them both into the ballroom. To say that the sight of everything was a shock, was a definite understatement. It seemed that the second Tobias crossed the threshold, all the laughter was sucked out of the room like a vacuum. All eyes were on him, drilling into the back of his skull like lasers as she decided to beeline for the orchestra. At least he could pretend to drown out everyone's comments by listening to the musicians play.

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Frankie tried not to nervous fidget too much as she made her way to the bar. Her fingers couldn't stop tapping and wiggling as she stared straight ahead. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard someone come up beside her. "Hey Spidey, good luck."

She gave a weak nervous laugh, looking over at Zach. "Thanks," she gulped trying not to let her nerves overwhelm her. Frankie gave him a feint wave of her fingers before continuing towards the bar. It took her all but two seconds to order Thaddeus' drink, but when it came to her own she was stumped. What the hell should she order? Liquor might make her look like she needs to alcohol to calm herself... Which she does, but she doesn't want to look like it. Non alcoholic might make her look like she's trying too hard to look perfect. Something too fruity or embellished will be a pain to drink without looking like an idiot.

"I'd suggest champagne," the bartender said towards her, almost like he read her mind.

Frankie chuckled, raising her hand to rub her temples. "Champagne, yeah... perfect." She smiled towards the man as he laughed softly, pouring her drink. As she waited she saw more people flood into the hall, some looking ecstatic, others terrified. At least she wasn't the only one. Just as she received the drinks, Thaddeus got up and announced the Worthingtons, along with Wynne's presence at the academy. Frankie hoped that this would be a good thing but something deep down said that it was a test. She wouldn't avoid the girl, Frankie wasn't like that but the fact that the U.N. felt the need to have someone join the academy on their behalf, showed their trust.. Or lack of it.

Once Thaddeus and Wynne were done speaking, Frankie grabbed the drinks and turned around. She was stopped abruptly by a walking wall. Her gaze slowly drifted up until she registered that it was Nathaniel. "Hey Nate," she said softly with a smile. Frankie opened her arms to give him a hug but froze, looking between the drinks in her hands. Instead, she shifted to her tip toes, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "You look handsome."

She smiled towards him one last time before, regretfully, heading back towards Thaddeus. Frankie held his drink out towards him. "Here you go, sir."

"Thank you, Ms. Parker." Thaddeus took the drink, before holding it up towards her. "To the academy?"

"The academy," Frankie said as convincingly as possible before tapping her glass against his.

They both took a drink before Thaddeus decided to take the conversation down a deeper and more pertinent route. "This academy is quite impressive. What are your thoughts on some of the other students?"

Frankie took another drink preparing herself, hoping she doesn't say the wrong thing at any point. "Everyone here has a unique set of skills to bring to the table. We were specifically chosen by Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne because they saw the potential all of us possess. I feel it is a great honor to be here, training alongside them. I've learn invaluable skills here, that I wouldn't have learned else where.... The difference between right and wrong, how to make decisions under pressure, what makes the difference between a hero and a villain —"

"Speaking of villains..." Shit. Thaddeus didn't even let Frankie continue her thought before he got down to brass tacks. Of course, this is what he wanted to talk about. The elephants in the room. "I've noticed that a fair amount of students enrolled here are descendants of some notorious villains."

"Well, yes. The founders see the potential in everyone. They don't judge based on parentage... We aren't our parents. I mean if you look at Wanda Maximoff for example, she was on the wrong side, but then joined the Avengers. All people are capable of good as long as they're shown that they are. Everyone here wants to help the world... Not hurt it."

Thaddeus had the decency to listen to her argument objectively. "And what about the Lehnsherr boy? Tobias, is it?" He asked, his gaze drifting over towards the tall tattooed male that stood near the orchestra.

"I have never seen him be anything but chivalrous and polite. People are scared of him because of his appearance and his father... But, I don't think he could kill a mouse. I mean, he came here tonight regardless of others thinking his presence would reflect negatively on the academy. I just think it shows our potential and how everyone is capable of greatness. A second chance to be better than their parents."

"A valid argument. But it could also be argued that it could all be a facade... A mask to make Tobias look like he's not like his father, but in fact he's a plant. The ultimate spy, directly feeding intel to his father." He takes a drink, glancing towards her. He never once spoke in a condescending way, but like adults having a intellectual debate. He was respectable which made this easier for Frankie. "It's different... Compared to someone like Ross McCulloch who is just a human with a fancy gun. His weapon isn't his mind and he could be stripped of it, if need be."

"Yes, that is true. But neither Ross nor Tobias has ever lashed out against another. Tobias may not be an extrovert like Ross but that doesn't make him a bad person."

"And what about this Nathaniel Santos?"

That question caught Frankie more off guard than she had expected. She could feel herself wanting to become more defensive than diplomatic, like someone was attacking her best friend. She took a deep breath trying to remain as level headed as possible. "What about him?"

"Well, his father was feral on venom. It must have passed onto his son."

"Nathaniel is sweeter and more gentle than half of the hero born descendants here. I'd trust him with my life... Regardless of his parentage."

"Hmm," Thaddeus mused as he finished his drink. "Well thank you for your insight Ms. Parker. I hope you enjoy the festivities."

With that, Thaddeus left Frankie to stand there frozen. Did she say the wrong thing? Did she say the right thing? Of course she didn't say the right thing. He just left her standing there like an idiot. Frankie's heart felt like it was in her throat, and her head was spinning. She quickly reached out a hand to grab the back of a near by chair to stabilize her. She took a few deep breaths before downing what remained of her champagne. Why in the hell did the mentors make me do this?




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Riley opened the door, looking dapper as ever. "Ross! Ah, we're going to be the envy of every couple there. Too bad I couldn't get you a nice bouquet of flowers to go with your eyes." Riley then pretended to tuck an invisible flower behind Ross' ear and offer him his arm.

"Ey guess ey can live without da flowers... As long as I've got me honey bunch," Ross says teasingly as his free hand playfully pokes Riley's cheek. It was nice having a friend to go with. Luckily for them, it looks like the severity of the gala kinda dampened the appeal of having a date to the event. After all, it wasn't about going and having a good time. They had to prove they don't need rules, a leash or whatever else the U.N. had to throw at them. But, the moral support of a good friend is always nice to have... Especially when dealing with political pieces of shite.

"Well, everyone must be awaiting our arrival already. Shall we?"

"Ey doubt J.A.R.V.I.S. would let us ditch the ole gala, even if ey wanted to," Ross replied, leading him towards the elevator.

"That would be correct sir. The mentors have made it very clear that every Descendant must be present for the gala."

"Thank ya, circuits." Ross saluted towards the ceiling before pressing the button to call the elevator. He sighed once they both entered the lift and began descending. "Ey wonder how long we have ta stick 'round before we can dip out?"

He looked over to Riley but his question was answered before Riley could reply. "Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne request your presence until our honored guests leave at the end of the evening."

"No one asked da peanut gallery," Ross groaned. He at least liked the tinniest possibility of being able to leave once their presence was severely unnoticed but it looked like J.A.R.V.I.S. was watching them all like a hawk. Go figure. He stood there adjusting his jacket numerous times before the doors finally slid open.

Ross' stomach turned just hearing the orchestral music echo down the hall towards them. Was it too late to drop out of the academy? Run away? Turn to the dark side and become a villain? They all sounded more appealing rather dealing with a bunch of politician idiots try to convince them that they need laws, and rules when it comes to protecting the world. He ran his hands back through his hair a couple times, before looking towards Riley, motioning for him to go first. "Well no turnin' back now."

They entered through the double doors that lead to the giant ballroom. To be honest, Ross wasn't sure if he even knew this was here. It was huge, but he couldn't remember ever seeing it. Then again, he rarely went anywhere aside from the simulation floors and his friends' penthouses. But still, something like this... you think he'd notice it. He stops dead in the entrance, his right hand resting on his abdomen. "Ey think em goin' to vomit... Er ya goin' to vomit? Em goin' to vomit."

Ross was about to take a step into the ballroom and froze when his gaze locked on Petra. God, did she look gorgeous. He always knew she was beautiful, there was no doubt there. But... damn. He should approach her. Offer her a drink, or a dance... Or... No. Maybe just go straight to the bar and get really drunk. No, he couldn't do that either, drunk equals a bad impression on the suits. He continued to toil over what to do. When he realized he was staring, he looked over at Riley like a dumb Scottish idiot. "Ey uh... What do ey do?... Drinks, right? Drinks?"

Maybe Riley could make out some sort of a sentence or something in that somewhere. Hopefully his friend's sanity was more in tact than Ross' and that he understand the scot's gibberish. Or, you know, Ross could just stand there like an idiot for the next couple of hours until the gala was over. If he didn't move soon, he'd probably just black out anyways.

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Mia had spent almost her whole time at the Gala drinking. Not that she was drunk although she had already burned through three glasses of wine, Mia was particularly hard to get even remotely tipsy, let alone on-the-floor drunk. She continued to sip as Thaddeus droned on with his little speech, before being replaced by a new girl.

Wynne Worthington - a U.N. agent was to join the academy? Well that was weird, did they really need to implant a pretty obvious spy into their ranks just to keep the descendants in check? Mia knew some could be a little rowdy at times - her eyes flit over to Wren as she thinks this - but they weren't bad. Shrugging it off, Mia catches sight of Zachary arriving and a smile begins to form at the corner of her lips. Mia had known Zachary for a very long time; they'd both attended Xavier's and although he was a couple years above her, the pair had always gotten along.

Ordering herself another drink, Mia picks it up and heads over to where Zachary stood. "Hey Iceboy," She grins, teasing him ever so slightly. Her eyes fall down to his suit, checking it out. "You clean up nice." She admits, her gaze finds its way back up to Zachary's face. Mia's smile grows so that small dimples formed in the corner of her cheeks.

Zachary had been watching Frankie as she went back to Thaddeus to keep the man company. He's sure the little Spidey would be able to keep the company going, but standing in front of someone with so much influence is already nerve-wrecking enough, let alone keeping the conversation going to maintain a good impression of them. But the best Zachary can do now is to hope for the best for the younger girl.

When they announced that Wynne Worthington, daughter to one of the most well-known mutants there are and a U.N. agent is going to be their new schoolmate soon, Zachary wasn't too surprised. It's only a matter of time before those higher-ups decide that they need to keep their eyes on 'walking, living weapons' like them, just like they once did with the Avengers. They certainly wouldn't be as free as before, but Zachary doubts anything would be different.

As he was taking a glass of champagne for himself, he noted Mia approaching him. She is one of his closest friends back all the way when they are still younglings tripping on their toes back in Xavier's, and a person he definitely can count on. He was going to see her earlier today when he returned, if he hadn't been invited over Frankie's place.

"Hey Mia, you look awesome too. Enjoying the gala so far?" Zachary raised his glass and make a toast with Mia, "Been busy with something today? I thought you would be there to greet me. Some of the kids in Xavier's asked about you too, you know?"

Mia sighed in response to Zachary, her eyes dancing around the room before she's brought back by him extending his glass to cheers her, happily obliging Mia clinks her wine glass against his, her smile widening. "I suppose it's been okay," Mia admits with a nonchalant shrug, it really wasn't as awful as she was expecting. The people were a little uppity but all in all, it had been quite a nice night. At least, so far.

Listening as her friend continues to question Mia, she nods, "Yeah I just got back from helping out the old man," Mia's smile falls back into that natural grin of hers, "You know how it is." Mia lets out a soft laugh before pouting at Zachary's next sentence. "Aw I miss those little guys," She replies, her mind drifting as she reminisces on her and Zachary's days as students at Xavier's. It seemed so long ago. "The trouble we used to get into." Mia shakes her head, still smiling at Zachary.

"Yeah, those were real fun days. We really did have a time of our lives there despite being 'weirdos' as they said, huh?" Zachary smiled back to Mia as he took a sip from his glass, "But it's not too different now, actually, since we're still technically students. The only different thing is the setting." Despite the time when they were still carefree as kids are far behind now, for Zachary, it doesn't mean they have to stop having fun and do whatever it takes so that their lives can be meaningful.

Though things will certainly become rockier everyday onward. There's really nothing else much they can do to change it, other than to do to the best of their abilities.

"So I suppose those big bad boys really decided to drop the dime on us now, huh? It's not really surprising, considering how they had done the exact same thing before." Zachary said with a hint of sarcasm, "All the more reasons for the mentors to work us to the bone, but it couldn't really be helped, I suppose."

"Anyway, I heard others had a simulation section earlier this morning. It sounds like fun, infiltrating the Hydra base and stuffs. Too bad that we've both missed it. We really would have kicked ass if we attended, don't you think?" He grinned to Mia, "And how was your dad doing? Anything interesting other than kicking gangsters' behinds?"

Mia nods along as Zachary speaks, taking sips of her wine intermittently. As he goes on to mention the simulation the others had faced earlier, Mia is stuck with a sort of sadness that she missed it. However, she had been off doing something very similar, just with real people. Returning Zachary's grin as he says that they'd have been great at it, Mia responds. "Oh definitely, I mean on our own we're pretty badass but if we'd teamed up," She pauses for effect, raising an eyebrow, "Unstoppable." Mia laughs, letting her gaze switch from Zachary for a moment as she scans the room, noting what the other descendants were doing. She may be attempting to enjoy herself as she chats with her old friend, but Mia can't help but constantly be vigilant. Something about this gala seemed too perfect. With a room full of high society people and powerful descendants, something was bound to go wrong, wasn't it?

Zachary mentioning her father brings Mia's mind back to the present and she shifts her brown eyes back onto him. "Ah, you know, same old vigilante stuff," She chuckles lightheartedly, "Putting bad buys behind bars and all that." Anytime Mia was asked by her father for help it always ended up being for the same thing. Since Luke was older now, he wasn't quite as tactile as he used to be and despite the near impenetrable skin, he needed Mia's help. In fact, she often worried that being at the academy was dangerous because what if her father needed her and she wasn't able to get there in time? There'd been many times Mia had pleaded with her father to retire and try to lead a normal life, but trouble seemed to follow Luke Cage wherever he went and besides, Mia knew a guy like her father would never retire. He cared far too much.

Sighing softly, Mia realises her smile had slipped off of her face as she'd be thinking and the woman is quick to place it back. Looking at Zachary once more. "So, what did you get up to at Xavier's?" She asks, genuinely curious about what was going on back at her old school.

"Oh, you know. My old man and some of the current mentors in Xavier's invited me to give them a couple of lectures about their powers and and organize a field trip for them. Cause' that's what my specialty is, and apparently I'm one of the all-time favorite graduates." Zachary jested over the last bit of his statement, "It was lots of fun, really. Now I know how ol' Bobby feel as one of the former Headmasters." Truly, Bobby was the biggest role model for Zachary even until now. He is still one of the most well-respected mutants out there, and had accomplished many feats that Zachary wouldn't dare to dream of achieving. But he is still diligent and trying his best every day. He knows that he still has a long way before he could leave his mark like his father once did, but as long as he knows Bobby is proud of him, there's nothing else that he needs.

During their conversation, Zachary notices that Mia is keeping an eye all over the attendants of the gala, prepared for anything that could happen. It couldn't be helped for her to stay so cautious, for he is pretty much the same. Clearly, the gathering of so many important figures is too perfect an opportunity to plunge things into chaos. He is ready to freeze anything and anyone that caused ruckus.

Gulping down his champagne glass in one go, Zachary set it aside on the counter, still smiling with Mia, "Seems like we're both are kinda tensed up, huh? I don't know whether or not we should be worried that everything is still perfectly okay up til' now, but I always got your back if anything, 'kay?" He winked.

Softening from her more playful demeanour, Mia looks at Zachary with genuine admiration. He was such a sweet guy, and Mia was so glad he had been one of her closest friends for so many years. "I know you do," She responds - and it's true, if nobody else, Mia completely trusted Zachary to have her back in all situations. He was just that kind of friend. "And don't worry I'm always ready to kick some ass." She chuckles, giving the gala another once-over as Zachary does the same. Sipping on their drinks.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Jimmy Storm Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Cassius Thompson

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Wren grinned up towards Cas as his fingers wrapped around her hand that was placed in his palm. His other hand moved to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer to him until her chest was lightly pressed to his. To no surprise, Cassius seemed to know exactly what he was doing. After all, he looked like the type to be well bread. So, anything that called for more tact and class, he'd excel at. On the other hand, Wren was probably the farthest thing at this academy from classy and graceful. Luckily for her, her partner seemed to be more than capable of leading a dance with ease. It was a decent amount of time into the dance before she realized that she was moving in sync with him without a hiccup.

His gaze was intense and direct. Normally, something like that would make her uncomfortable. But instead, Wren held his gaze with ease, a small smirk cemented on her face. It was safe to say she had never seen a more attractive specimen in her life. It should have been intimidating, but everyone who knew Wren knew she loved a challenge. But so far, there wasn't even a minor hurdle. Just electric sexual attraction... And who could turn that down? She wouldn't be the first to admit that something else about him was even more intriguing, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Wren Wilson," he said softly, his face so close to her own that she could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. "I have to say you are not what I expected."

Her hand slowly moved from his upper arm, coming to rest upon the curve of his neck. She tilted her head to the side slightly as her finger tips ran along the edge of his tuxedo collar. "Oh really?" Wren asked with a smirk. Being completely frank, she probably wasn't the first thing anyone expected. She was the kind of person who danced to the beat of her own drum and kick anyone's ass who gave her shit for it. "And what was it you were expecting?" She couldn't help herself from asking.

Wren always wondered what people assumed about her before they met her. Especially someone like Cassius. She couldn't help but wonder what preconceived notions would be in a mind like his. No doubt if he was his father, Kilgrave would waste no time in using Wren as a weapon. Would mind control even work on her? She knew that telepathic nonsense did little to nothing to her... Something with her healing factor and something something. Professor Xavier explained it to her once, but Wren was fairly certain she was zoning out. So, he might have told her at some point in that boring conversation about how mind control would effect her. But again, did she listen? Nope.

But, even if it did work on her... Wren wasn’t intimidated or scared. It took a lot to intimidate her. She might not have powers that she can use offensively like some of the others in the academy. But unlike them, she could take a lot. Mycroft seemed more intimidating than over half of the people in this ballroom. But it still didn't scare her. Wren could be the only woman up against an army of more powerful mutants and laugh in their faces. Her fears were much more basic and primal.

As they continued to dance, there was a long period of silence. But it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. A peaceful type of comfort without talking, allowing their minds to wonder while their bodies moved through the steps with ease. Then it seemed as though Cassius' gaze drew a bit more inquisitive and meaningful, causing Wren's brows to furrow ever so slightly like a silent question. "Do I not frighten you?" For such a heavy question, he asked it calmly. As he waited on her response, his hand slid lower down her back. The subtle movement sending a slight chill up her spine. She couldn't remember the last time someone's touch gave her chills… It was a good thing of course. If it wasn't, Cas' hand would be broken already.

This time instead of replying in a sarcastic or seductive manner, Wren kept herself fairly serious. She felt a question like that wasn't something to joke about. Contrary to what others believed, she did know when to be a sarcastic asshole and when not to be. Her hand shifted to the back of his neck, her thumb brushing the exposed skin above his suit collar. "No," she replied quietly with a slight shake of her head. She let her gaze drift about the hall, seeing the numerous eyes fixed upon the two of them. The sight of the both of them together obviously worrying them. A powerful and deadly combination, bodies pressed together in a waltz. It was almost like she was the gun and he was the trigger... And everyone there knew it. Wren looked back up at him. "Do I scare you?"

You know how it is always said there is a calm before the storm. An eery silence where a pin could drop and sound like a bomb. Sort of like the world was holding its breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. That sensation hit Wren like a freight train, causing her body to instantly tense. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up Cassius. She brought herself closer to him. Her cheek softly pressed to his while her arm wrapped around his shoulders. To anyone else their dance just seemed to grow more intimate but her body was in a more protective and alert position. She now had a large view of the gala. Wren tried her best not to look on edge as her eyes darted around looking for something out of place. "Something's not right," she whispered quietly into Cassius' ear.

The song slowly came to and end, the ballroom drawing silent. It was so quiet that Wren's own breathing was deafening. She took in a sharp breath and held it. "We need to—"

BOOM!

The explosion ripped through the ballroom, sending everything flying in every direction. Wren couldn't stop the force of the explosion from sending them flying across the hall. She held as tightly as she could to Cassius. When being thrown through the air its nearly impossible to control what's going to happen. Luckily, Wren was the one who was slammed into the wall. The descent to the ground far below was much slower than the force from the blast. As best as she could, Wren positioned herself to take most of the impact of their fall.

"Ah!" She groaned out on impact. Wren looked up at Cassius. "Are you ok? Were you hurt?"

As carefully as Wren could manage, she slid out from under Cas. While sitting up, she winced feeling every piece of debris shift with her movements. But that was the least of her worries. She slowly moved to her knees, peaking around an overturned table. A whole the size of a school bus was ripped through the side of the hall. A loud chopping noise grew as a helicraft lowered beside the opening. Its side doors flew open. Before she could see who was inside, dozens of smoke grenades were tossed into the ballroom. Aside from creating a thick fog, Wren could smell traces of numerous toxins and drugs within the cloud.

Soldiers in head to toe riot gear and gas masks started flooding into the room. For just a second she caught a glimpse of the symbol on one of the men. Hydra. "There!" one of them shouted while pointing at her just before the smoke consumed Wren.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Wren quickly tore a piece of fabric from the skirt of her dress and held it to Cas' nose and mouth. "Stay hidden and try not to take deep breaths." Unfortunately, no amount of fabric would block those toxins forever. As she stood up, Wren could already see many of the U.N. officials collapse from the knock out gas. She was kicking herself for following the rules this time. If she had her guns, or even her swords these Hydra soldiers’ asses would be grass… But no.

Wren pulled off her stilettos, ditching one while holding the other in her right hand. Without her shoes she was able to run towards the Hydra soliders making minimum noise. She came up behind one, using her left hand to yank his helmet off his head. Before he was able to turn around, Wren slammed the heel of her shoe through his eye socket. She pivoted on her heels, turning to face another approaching solider. She took off in a sprint, jumping up and slamming both of her feet into his chest, sending the guy flying backwards. Wren quickly got back up on her feet and pinned down the armored man before he could get up.

"Congrats. You've been promoted to hostage." Wren tore the gas mask from his face along with his helmet. Then in a single swift motion, she smashed his helmet down into his nose, knocking him unconscious.

Before Wren could get up, something slammed her in the back like a battering ram. The second it hit her, she spat out blood, gasping for breath. Wren inhaled a painful breath as she looked down to find a whaling harpoon protruding out of her abdomen. Like a claw, tendrils expanded from it, wrapping around her frame. Then with a forceful jerk, she was pulled backwards knocking over Hydra soldiers in her wake. She was brought to an abrupt stop once inside the helicraft. Gloved hands quickly grab her head and with a forceful twist, they snap her neck causing Wren to slump over unconscious.

"Lock her up!" one of the soldiers barked to the other. "If she wakes up, break her neck again... Unless you wanna deal with a pissed of Wilson in closed quarters."




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"I'm Petra Maximoff. It's good to have you join us." Tobias leaned out of the way slightly so that Petra could give Wynne a proper handshake. He wasn't going to stop her. Wynne may be trying to make nice, but she's fairly transparent when she goes straight for him. She wasn't fooling him.

But with the arrival of the ever so smooth Ross, Petra's attention was swiftly drawn to a more interesting companion. Not that Tobias blamed her or anything. She deserved to enjoy the night, as much as humanly possible. Wynne raised her champagne to meet his own that was extended towards her. "Please. Just Wynne will do." Tobias wasn't one for jokes like some of the others at the academy. If he was, he'd probably make some dumb remark referring to her as 'just Wynne.' But he wasn't. Instead he simply nodded his head in understanding before taking a sip of champagne.

"So, Tobias. I don't know if you've ever been the new kid - goodness knows I've been that person too many times - but each school has its own culture, and though I might not have the chance to fit in fully given my short time here I thought it'd be nice to hear from a student. What's the Academy like? Do you like it? What do you guys do?"

Tobias tried his best not to laugh coldly at the comment. Instead swirling his drink for a long moment. Be on your best behavior. Not that he was overly a dick like Wren Wilson or Thaleia, but he wasn't by any means the friendliest either. But, being friendly or at least cordial to Wynne was in the benefit of the academy. So he sighed softly, looking down at the ground for a moment. "Every day I feel like the new kid here." He didn't say it coldly or with a harsh bitterness. Just as a simple fact as if someone was asking him his age or favorite color.

He wasn't looking for pity or sympathy, but Tobias wasn't the type to lie either. There never seemed to be a purpose for that. She asked her questions, and now she will get her answers. He turned to face Wynne fully, tucking his free hand into his tuxedo jacket. "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."

"It's better than where I was before this. Generally, everyone is treated equally... But, there are exceptions." Tobias didn't expand on that. Wynne seemed like a smart girl, and if she couldn't gather his meaning then it was her loss. "We spend most of our time training in simulations that test us on different levels." He sighed shrugging his shoulders. "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."

Tobias wasn't trying to be harsh or heartless but he didn't feel the need to filter or sugar coat his thoughts either. She wanted to know what she was going to get into. "Sure some people will be nice to you out of obligation... Or the rare few like Frankie Parker who doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But most likely, people will skirt around you like they do with me." And that was the truth of it. Son of Magneto, mutant planted in the academy to assess how they function? Neither one is that appealing. But, Wynne still had a better chance at making friends than he ever did.

With nothing more to add to her onslaught of questions, Tobias raised his champagne flute to his lips. He took a long drink, glancing over his shoulder towards the dance floor. He was a bit surprised at how many people are started to join. Although, most of them looked to be students. Smart. You can't particularly approach someone and bombard them with questions while they are dancing with someone else. Well, you could but it'd be very rude.

Then out of nowhere there was a loud, abrupt bang that shook the entire building. Instantly, Tobias turned towards the explosion, placing himself in front of Wynne. He planted his feet as firmly as he could and raised his hands up before him. With all the power he could manage, he stopped the pieces of metal shrapnel, while trying hold himself firm in his place. He wasn't able to block it all, just what was coming towards himself and a few others in the general area. Every piece of metal he stopped, fused together building shields to block those around him. But, that didn't stop pieces of concrete, glass and other non metal debris from flying towards him.

Tobias held it until the explosion died down, and everything within the hall settled. He exhaled deeply, releasing his hold as he fell to his knees. The makeshift metal shields collapsed to ground when he seized his control. His breathing was heavy and labored. When he finally looked down, a piece of glass the size of a cellphone was lodged in his left side, along with other tiny pieces of debris everywhere else. He didn't have time to pick any of it out, or try to help others to safety. The moment everything went quiet, a helicraft was hovering at the gaping hole in the tower, and the room was quickly filled with dozens of knock out bombs.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, his left hand clutching his side. Between the knockout gas and the amount of blood loss from the wound, Tobias wasn't going to have strength for much longer. He looked towards the hole, watching as numerous Hydra soldiers flooded into the ballroom. He slowly stumbled to his feet, looking around through the dense smoke for Thaddeus Ross. Once Tobias found him, he waved his hand causing a metal box to entrap Thaddeus and the closest officials so that no one could get to them.

"Lehnsherr!" Several sets of footsteps came to a halt behind him. The sounds of gun safeties switching off and laser sights buzzing alerter him to the guns pointed at him. Tobias raised his hands in the air as he slowly turned around to face a dozen Hydra soldiers. After a second he gave his hands a quick flick... But nothing happened.

"Do you honestly think we didn't learn anything from your father?"

Tobias swept his right hand through the air in front of him, sending a table flying towards the soldier, knocking them over like bowling pins. He waved his index finger in a circle causing a metal chair to unravel and wrap itself around one of the Hydra men. Then with a push of Tobias' hand, the man shot backwards through the hole and plummeted to the bottom of the harbor. He started coughing as his vision began to get spots from the gas. He slowly limped his way forward, extending his hand towards another guard attempting to suck the iron from the man's blood.

But Tobias was too weak. Blood began to drip from his nose, while even more seeped through his fingers that clutched at his abdomen. While distracted with the man in front of him, he didn't notice the soldier that approached him from behind. Something slammed him hard in the back, wrapping around his body like a cobra. He screamed out when the tendrils pushed the piece of glass deeper into him as the fingers of the mechanism entrapped him. Without being able to control his own body, whatever was on him forced Tobias to his knees, with his arms extended behind him in a rigid pose.

"You can thank Kamar-Taj for that lovely piece of equipment," a cocky Hydra soldier said as he squatted down in front of Tobias. He gave the piece of machinery a flick. "The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak... Or Plastic Bands of Cyttorak if you want to get technical." The man stood up, and patted Tobias' cheek. "We figured you'd be a handful. I didn't think it'd actually be this easy."

Another soldier quickly joined them, looking between his companion and Tobias. "Are we taking him too?"

"Are you kidding?" The other responded, digging out a syringe from his utility pack. "We're already going to have the academy breathing down our necks. Do you really wanna have to deal with the Brotherhood too?" The man jabbed the syringe into Tobias' neck, injecting him with a powerful tranquilizer.

Tobias' eyelids quickly grew heavy, as the sounds around him started to mumble and blend together. "Have a nice sleep, Mr. Lehnsherr." The soldier then raised his gun, slamming the butt of the rifle into Tobias' head, instantly knocking him out cold.

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The pure happiness in Nathaniel's smile made Frankie's own grin grow, along with a soft flush upon her cheeks. She wasn't expecting him to look that happy, but it only helped calm some of her nerves. Nathaniel had always been sweet and kind to her. Frankie never understood why people were so scared of him, because in her eyes he was a gentle giant. Maybe he was a powerful weapon, but she knew he'd never hurt her.

Her gaze fell slightly as Nathaniel took her hand, moving it so that it rested in the bend of his arm. Frankie smiled to herself, unable to help but imagine what he might dance like. With his size, she wouldn't be surprised if he was kind of awkward. Not that it'd bother her, she'd still dance with him like nothing was wrong. While they walked towards the dance floor, Frankie couldn't help but notice his nerves. She raised her free hand and gently patted his arm while flashing him a reassuring smile.

As they reached the dance floor, Nathaniel slowly turned to face her. His left hand took her right. Frankie couldn't help from holding her breath as his right hand moved to rest upon the small of her back. She swallowed and took a step towards him. Her left hand slowly moved up his arm until it rested upon his broad shoulder. Frankie hadn't paid much attention to how much larger Nathaniel was until this moment. Even in heels, she found herself still standing on her toes slightly. She quickly grew nervous, hoping her mermaid styled dress wouldn't inhibit her ability to keep up with his larger strides.

Frankie finally let herself breathe as Nathaniel began leading them in the waltz. Thankfully, her dad danced with her when she was younger, giving her a little taste of what it was like. Of course, Frankie was standing on his feet, but it was still practice none the less. She couldn't help but giggle softly when she saw Nate look down at his feet, checking the steps. "It's ok," she whispered up at him with a smile. "You're not stepping on my feet."

They danced in silence for awhile, finding their groove with the beat of the song, weaving between the other couples on the dance floor. She felt Nathaniel move in closer to her, causing Frankie to look up at him. He leaned his head down so that his cheek brushed hers and his lips were next to her ear. Her heart skipped a beat, as her hands subconsciously gripped his hand and shoulder tighter. "Thank you for saying yes..." Before she could reply, Nate spoke again, his breath tickling her ear slightly. "I don't know what else to say other than you look too beautiful for words."

Frankie's cheeks flushed, unable to fight the smile that spread across her face. Then Nathaniel gently slid his hand from her back and guided her in a spin. Frankie couldn't help but giggle as she twirled under his arm while holding his hand. Nate gently pulled her back towards him, her free hand returning to its place upon his shoulder. He leaned in, speaking quietly to her one more time. "And it's not only today." Frankie moved closer to him, hiding half of her face in his shoulder. She wasn't able to stop smiling or hide the bright flush that covered her cheeks.

She couldn't help how happy she felt in that moment. Frankie and Nathaniel had known each other for such a long time. She had noticed her own crush brewing for quite sometime now, but Nate was so hard to read. One day she felt like they were on the same page, and other days she worried that he only saw her as a little sister. Frankie was still surprised he approached her for a dance. It was like the instance he did, her whole conversation with Thaddeus earlier just melted away. It wasn't important anymore. This was.

But just her luck... It couldn't last longer than a fleeting moment. Frankie felt the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stand up. Her spidey sense was tingling off the charts. Her body froze, bringing the waltz to a screeching halt. She quickly tried to catch back up with Nathaniel, but her body was rigid. Frankie allowed herself to drift back from him, just enough so that she could look up at him. "My spidey sense," she whispered, a concerned look on her face. "It's never been this strong before." She was going to suggest that they should leave, or at least move off of the dance floor, but it was too late.

The force of the explosion hit Frankie like a wave. It instantly knocked her off her feet and sent her fly backwards. When she slammed into the wall, she quickly pressed her hands to the surface, keeping herself from falling. She tucked her head behind one of her arms, trying to block herself from the blast. But no matter how strong her hands held, Frankie still began to slip, unable to get a grip through her heels. She kicked off her shoes, accidentally tearing her dress up the side as her toes pressed against the wall.

When everything beneath her started to settle, Frankie released her grip on the wall. She landed on the ground quietly in a crouching position. As she stood, her eyes quickly scanned the devastation that was the ball room. Frankie started to panic when she couldn't see Nathaniel. Her attention was so focused, that she didn't notice the helicraft move into place or even the gas grenades until one stopped on the ground before her. She quickly picked it up and threw it towards the onslaught of Hydra soldiers.

Frankie winced when the projectile left her hand. A burning sensation quickly began to cover her palm. Insecticide. Mixed in with all those other toxins and gases, the Hydra soldiers also laced the grenades with insecticides. Anything else, and Frankie would be unaffected. But this quickly washed over her. The moment the smoke surrounded her, she began coughing hysterically. Frankie grew weak at a rapid rate. She tried her best to get away, but her feet felt like they were held down by weights. She stumbled through the debris, until she bumped into an over turned table and fell to the ground.

She gasped for air, crawling on all fours. Just when she thought she couldn't move any farther, Frankie was snatched up two Hydra soldiers. They each held one of her arms as they dragged her towards the whole in the wall. It took a moment for hrt to register what exactly was happening. Then what little bit of energy Frankie had left, she began thrashing against their hold. "Nate!" she screamed out. No matter how hard she fought, in her weakened state she was no match for the soldiers holding her. "Let me go!" she cried, digging her heels into the ground trying to stop them. "NATE!"




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The second Petra turned to face Ross, his heart skipped a beat. She was without a doubt, the most beautiful woman at the gala that night. And he'd fight anyone who argued otherwise. Her face almost seemed to light up when she saw him, which helped put some of his nerves at ease. She even complimented him... And being the idiot he was, he rambled on afterwards. But he was sure his blushing cheeks and smile that didn't know how to chill probably said he was thankful for the compliment.

She seemed to take awhile after he asked her to dance. Ross started to worry that he shouldn't have asked, or he miss read signs from her. Petra finished her champagne and passed it off, while he stood there waiting. He might have looked relatively calm on the outside but was moderately freaking out inside.

"I would love to dance. But before that..." Petra finally answered. Ross' gaze dropped to her hands as she moved them to his necktie. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed when she adjusted it. Had it been wrong this whole time!?

He raised his gaze to hers, giving a weak apologetic smile. "Thanks, Red."

"Don't you have any mirrors?" she asked, her fingers resting at his collar for a moment.

Ross laughed softly, nodding his head. "'Course aye do. Maybeh it was all part of meh evil plan." He raised his brows, grinning mischievously. Of course, it wasn't. But little did Petra know, this was the first time he ever had the need to actually wear a necktie. Thieves don't usually find the need to dress black tie formal.

"Now about that dance you asked for..." Petra took his hand and he smiled. Ross slowly lead her to the clearing in the hall that must have been designated for dancing. If it wasn't, then the academy could get over it. From what he could tell there was already a handful of partners taking advantage of the space. "How are you finding the party so far?"

Before answering, Ross grinned playfully. Then in a smooth manner, he gave Petra a spin not caring who was watching. After she made her turn, his other hand moved to her back and gently guided her closer to him. "Aye may have just gotten 'ere like five minutes 'go." He laughed. He couldn't help himself. Ross saw how beautiful Petra looked, and had to ask her to dance before someone else beat him to it. "But, its significantly improved since aye arrived." And that was the truth.

Ross wasn't the most conventional person by any means. Whatever he was doing, well it wasn't the waltz. But they were dancing. It's not like he was uncoordinated or anything. He just preferred to have fun while dancing instead of being all proper and uppity. He didn't care who was watching, as long as he wasn't being a total arse in front of Petra and she was enjoying herself, that's all that matter. So whenever the tempo in the song picked up, Ross would release her waist to spin her. Sometimes, even dipping her, if he felt so inclined. The entire time, he couldn't remove the smile from his face.

When he brought Petra close to him once again, Ross let them dance calmly for a minute. "How's all de...?" He wiggled his fingers next to his head, referring to her telepathic ability. "'m sure it's not easy wit all these people here." He moved with her slowly, looking around at the numerous people who cluttered the hall. "If ye get tired of holdin' up yer barriers... Ye can always focus on my mind." Ross smiled sweetly. "Not much is goin' on up there, ya know... Besides you."

Then his gut twisted into a knot making him want to vomit. Why did he say that? God, he sounded like such an idiot. He wanted to kick himself for opening his big stupid mouth. Don't tell the girl you think about her. Probably sounds creepy or stalker-ish... Or whatever. He didn't let his face show how mad he was at himself, but wasn't able to hide the flushing that crept up to his cheeks as he looked away from her. "Aye'm glad you brought Tobias. Mycroft was a total arse earlier." He tried to quickly divert the conversation before he put his foot in his mouth again.

When the song came to an end, Ross' heart sank a little. Hopefully Petra didn't walk away, and decided to stick around for another dance. But he wouldn't pry. She probably has other people she wants to socialize with, not just him. No matter how much he wanted that second dance, it wasn't going to happen. Not that night anyways. Ross looked down at Petra with a smile and parted his lips to thank her for the dance.

BOOM!

It felt like an instant earth quake shook the tower down to its very core as a hole was ripped into the side of the building. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Ross tried to move himself in front of Petra but it was futile. The explosion ripped through the room like a tidal wave sending everyone and everything flying. Ross was flung backwards knocking into a table and some chairs before the wall stopped him.

Ross laid there for a moment in a daze, stars in his vision and ringing in his ears. He coughed as he shifted a top the rubble, moving to all fours. He squinted his eyes, looking around for Petra. When he saw her several feet away, Ross stumbled to his feet and ran over to her. He slid to his knees beside her. His eyes scanned her body for any serious injuries. "Red! Are y'ok?! Are ya hurt?" He reached out, carefully trying to help her sit up. His right hand moved to brush her hair from her face as he continued to inspect her.

His body tensed when he heard the helicraft lower to the level of the opening in the tower. When Ross saw numerous gas grenades get tossed into the ballroom, he switched like a light becoming more alert and quick on his feet. As fast as he could, he pulled off his blazer and ripped it down the middle. Ross handed one half to Petra. "Hurry, cover yer face," he whispered towards her. He then took the sleeve off of the other half and wrapped it around his face, tying it behind his head. Ross knew this wouldn't stop the gases forever but it'd slow their effect down. He didn't quite have the time to ask Petra if she was immune to toxins, so he decided it was better safe than sorry.

Trying to remain as quiet as possible, Ross slid over to the nearest overturned table. Placing his feet against the flat surface, with a couple jerks he was able to get one of the legs free. He kept himself crouched down behind the table, watching as the Hydra soldiers started to spread out. When one them walked past him, Ross stood up and slammed his makeshift weapon down on the back of the guys head. Once the guy was on the ground, he yanked off his helmet, chucking it across the room. Ross pinned him down, then smacked the butt of the table leg into the soldier's nose, knocking him out.

Ross could feel the gases slowly starting to effect him, seeping through the sleeve wrapped around his face. He tried not to cough as he snuck up behind more guards. "Wren Wilson has been apprehended," one of the men said.

"Who else do we—there's the Maximoff girl!" another said, pointed his gloved hand at Petra.

Without a moment's hesitation, he struck the table leg into the back of the soldier's legs. As the man fell, Ross grabbed the guy by the head and slammed their face into his knee, then kicked him in the jaw. He ducked when another Hydra soldier went to throw the butt of their gun into Ross' head. As he dropped, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the compact mirror he grabbed before leaving his penthouse earlier. "'m sorry," Ross mouthed towards Petra. He opened the compact and slid it across the ground like a hockey puck. The moment the mirror touched Petra, it sucked her inside and closed shut.

Ross let out a sigh of relief just before a steal toed boot clocked him right in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. He rolled over onto his side, coughing and spitting up blood. The soldier moved to stand over him, grabbing a fist full of his shirt. "Where is she!?" he demanded.

Ross smiled a bloody grin. "Suck me cock ya piece of shite." He laughed until it turned to more coughing.

Furious, the Hydra soldier punched him. Then continued, again and again. The man hit Ross so many times that he lost count after three and the one that broke his nose. He would have fought back, but the effects of the knock out gases were already too strong. But that didn't stop him from laughing in their faces after every hit.

The guy went to hit him again, but was stopped by an approaching soldier. "Forget about him and the girl. We have to go!"

The soldier who held Ross up growled out of frustration. He forcefully pushed him down on the ground and turned to leave. But just before he left, the guy turned around, landing one last powerful kick straight into Ross' ribs.

He couldn't move, and was barely able to breath with a nose broken and the wind knocked out of him. Through bloody gasps, Ross pointed his index finger towards the leaving Hydra soldier. "'m not done with..." His hand fell to the ground as the gases finally over powered him, causing him to black out.





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I'm putting this here because sometimes we forget to read the OOC. (It's ok, I do it too lol) These are just somethings to remember when posting with the plot ordeal with Hydra. Those of you who knew this was coming, this is more of a refresher. Everyone else, I just wanted to tack this here just in case :)

x The only characters getting kidnapped/taken by Hydra are one's where I've discussed it with the writer. If you really want one of your characters snatched up, PM me and we can talk about it. But know that Hydra isn't interested in any humans, and want people with specifically unique and strong abilities. Which is why I've chosen who I have so far.

x Anyone who doesn't have a toxin immunity will be knocked unconscious by the gas and it works fastest on humans.

xSadly, we can't save any of the people getting taken. But feel free to have your characters try. You can have them kick ass, scream, cry and whatever else you like :) The world is your oyster!

x Lastly, once everyone is kidnapped, there will be a minor time jump until the next morning when everyone who was knocked out is waking up, etc. But no need to worry about that, because I'll initiate it. So, feel free to have your characters get injured, knocked out, beaten up... Or chase the Hydra assholes away like a maniac. All is possible :D

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Zachary was sipping and enjoying his drink away with Mia. He couldn't be happier that he got to attend a wonderful occasion like this with his best friend, although as much as he would prefer if they do not have to be so tensed up like this. "Say, do you want to go somewhere to stir up some troubles after this? I mean, this whole gala is fun and all, but seriously, we can't enjoy it if we have to watch our backs all the time like this, huh?" Zachary offered.

Mia's gaze was pulled from the dancing figures as he said this, a grin forming at the corner of her lips. "Sounds like a plan." She replies with a wink, pondering on the best place to take him. They weren't exactly allowed out of the tower without permission to go drinking but Mia didn't really care, pissing off Mycroft was the last thing on her mind when she could have Zachary all to herself.

Mia is about to open her mouth and mention a little dive bar she knew not too far from the academy until a strange man, who dressed like an important political figure, approached the two of them with a drink in his hand.

"Well, good evening, I hope I am not interrupting anything." The man smiled and turned to Zachary, "I'm assuming you are Mr. Drake."

"Yes, that is my name." Zachary shook hands with the man as a sign of respect, "Nice to meet you, sir."

"And you, young lady, you are?" As the man now turns to face Mia, she cocks her eyebrow ever so slightly, her grip firm as she takes her turn in shaking hands with him.

"Mia." She retorts, eyeing him up, he was clearly sent over here to see what they were chatting about, not that the daughter of Luke Cage and son of Iceman would particularly be seen as a threat, but nevertheless, the U.N. were nosey. "Cage?" He questions and Mia nods in response. "The vigilante's daughter," She knew her father wouldn't like being called that, "You don't seem quite as tough."

With his hand still in hers, Mia tightens her grip until the man is visibly uncomfortable, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Looks can be deceiving." Is all she says before letting go, watching as the official cradles his hand in his arm.

"And you, sir? May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Zachary asked, smiling. He too knows all too well why this official was approaching them. He notices quite a few of them did the same to the other descendants. They weren't kidding with their intentions of checking up on them, after all. But this sort of thing is his job. Zachary can manage this and he is pretty sure Mia will as well.

"Kasper Carrigan." The man spoke of his name, which Zachary took note of. He's heard of this person somewhere before. Another big player, that he can be certain of. "You know, my daughter once said she is a big fan of your father. I too found that his contributions to both human and mutant community are quite admirable."

"I am privileged to hear such praises from you, as his son, Mr. Carrigan." Zachary said, "Though I must admit that I still have a lot to learn here before I can achieve something like him."

"But of course, that is the purpose which this Academy was founded in the first place. For the descendants to step into their predecessors' shoes." Kasper spoke with a slight leering tone. Zachary slightly twitched his eyebrow over how the official is driving this conversation, "But the question is, can you? Are you confident that you won't be overshadowed by those before you?"

Mia didn't like the way he spoke to Zachary, almost as if he was talking down to her friend. Stepping ever so slightly closer to Zachary, in a subconscious protective move, Mia is the one to answer Kasper's question. "Zach is one of the most intelligent men I know," She retorts, her voice curt, "He works incredibly hard and succeeds in all endeavours he puts his mind to." Pushing a strand of hair from her eyes, Mia continues, her gaze firmly planted on Kasper, "I don't suppose someone like you could understand the struggle it is to keep our abilities contained," Tilting her head to the side, a small smirk finds it's way onto her mouth, "And still Zach manages to make it look easy."

While both she and Zachary may have caused trouble together, Zachary was always the one who knew when to stop. Mia had never been so good at working a crowd or getting people onside, too blunt and fiery for most. Zachary was charming and knew how to act in situations such as this, whilst Mia let her emotions take control.

"Oh, my utmost apology if I offended you, Miss Cage. I was just merely voicing my uncertainty." Kasper smiled contentedly, as if Mia's reaction was exactly what he expected, "I'm afraid it is a sad fact that people will not look at how hard you work to judge you, they will only see you as how you are based on the results. I mean, if you are truly as almighty and capable like your predecessors, you would be out there, turning cities upside down like the Avengers to protect the world, instead of confining yourselves here, hmm?"

Before she reacted, Zachary held Mia's hand and smiled to her, winking to her with the implication, 'Let me take care of this.' He casually put both of his hands into his jacket's bags and stood confidently in front of the U.N. official, as his smile never fades. "You did have a point, Mr. Carrigan, is that no matter how hard you tried, the results in the end are still what matter the most. I myself admit that I only work hard is because what I aim for is the best outcomes possibly. But it is the experiences we earn during our way are what made us unique."

Zachary pauses a bit, before continuing, "You forgot one important point, is that those before us weren't just 'almighty' from the start. They also need time to stand where they are now. The same applies to you, I presume, or else you wouldn't be standing here. And that's why we are here, and why this Academy exists. We cannot tell how will we be in the future, so we cannot be certain our feats would be as glorious as our parents. But I can be sure of one thing, is that no matter what, none of us will be overshadowed by them, or even thinking of stepping into their shoes. I will not just be a copy of Robert Drake, nor Mia here will be a replica of Luke Cage."

He does admit that he has a tendency to give long rantings and arguments whenever someone tried to challenge him with words, but being a lecturer is his job. What else would you expect? Zachary is not going to lose to this official, no matter how long and tedious this conversation is going to take. After all, if he isn't going to literally freeze someone with his ice, he would be freezing them with his words.

Luckily, Kasper seems to admit that trying to talk down on and challenge the two of them into a debate isn't going to get him anywhere. "Well, it was interesting to have this conversation with promising talents like you two. I hope you will keep up that spirit." With that said, the official took his retreat.

Zachary raised his hand to do a high-five with Mia; she laughs at his goofiness as they did."Another victory for us then." He smiled, before the music changed and people are beginning to take their partners for a dance. Of course, Zachary isn't going to let this slip. He bowed to Mia in a gentleman's manner before extending his hand for her hand, "Well, Miss Cage. Do I have the privilege?"

Beaming, Mia takes his hand, following him into the dance floor. "I thought you'd never ask." She teases. Zachary grins as he holds her and places his arm around her waist for the waltz. Mia had never been particularly graceful nor elegant, so dancing was certainly not her forte, however Zachary definitely seemed to know what he was doing and so Mia was forced to let him take the lead, this time.

As they dance, Mia can't help but think about what a wonderful night it had turned into. Sure, she had been dreading coming here before, wanting to crawl into bed and sleep for a week, but drinking and dancing had quickly become the highlight of her day. The same for Zachary. Having to attend an event right after he had just disembarked from his long trip is the last thing he wanted to do. But in the end, this gala doesn't seem at all bad.

BOOM!

The sudden explosion from nearby put an abrupt end to their contentment, just as Mia opens her mouth to comment on Zachary's excellent dancing abilities and he is about to praise her for how lady-like she is tonight. They both find themselves being thrown backwards.

Mia's back hits the wall with a crack, the area she collided with crumbling slightly due to the sheer force she had hit it with. Falling down onto the floor, the pain in her back forces Mia to groan. However, she was more worried about Zachary, since Mia could take a hit like that a lot better than he. Looking around for him, Mia's view is quickly obstructed by a haze seeping into the gala. Was that gas?

Zachary's back was exposed right in front of the explosion, and so the debris from the wall rained down on him. And that was on top of him being sent flying as his abdomen landed right on the edge of the bar counter nearby. Excruciating pain was sent from his spines to all over his body. He coughs and winches as he struggles just to crawl. The impacts from earlier probably had broken at least a few of his ribs. Normally they would have caused no problems to him at all, because if he could enter his ice form, he could fix them up in less than a second.

But the gas emitted from the explosion is messing with his senses. His vision is getting blurred by the seconds and the numbness from both the gas and his injuries make him feel like staying conscious is hard enough, let alone creating a small cube of ice.

Glancing to the explosion sight, Mia plugs her ears as the deafening sound of a helicraft finding the new opening grows louder. Fuck. Covering her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her jacket, she crawls onto her knees before standing, her back still aching. Realising one of her heels had broken off, Mia removes the other, gripping the broken heel in her hand as a makeshift weapon.

Walking through the haze, Mia finally spots Zachary and rushes over to him, her eyes full of concern. "Zach," She gasps, crouching down next to him, "You need to cover your face." Mia easily rips a chunk of his suit trouser leg off, before shoving it over his mouth and nose. Neither of them would be able to stay awake through this gas, but at least this way they had more of a chance.

"I... knew it. There's... no way nothing would happen..." Zachary mumble,d but it was hard for him just to do so, "This gas will... knock us out... soon, we need to get out... of here..."

But before they could even gather themselves, they see them - the Hydra soldiers. They were coming for the descendants. Watching as her peers engage in combat with the sudden influx of bad guys, Mia jumps to her feet, her mind immediately switching into offensive mode.

There was no way Mia was about to let them take her friends without a fight. Turning back to Zachary, Mia knows that he is perfectly capable of holding his own, but cannot help wanting to protect him. Thinking on her feet, she wants to get him to shelter, but the Hydra soldiers are quickly closing in.

Two soldiers had spotted them and were heading directly for the pair. Cracking her knuckles, Mia grits her teeth. If they wanted a fight they were gonna get a goddamn fight.

"You," One yells, "On the floor."

Standing her ground Mia ignores them, stepping in front of Zachary as they continued to get closer, the rag still held firmly to her mouth. Zachary, too, is also ready to back her up. Although entering his ice form is unthinkable right now, he can still at least give an icy reception even if his consciousness is going to last for a few more minutes at most.

"On. The. Floor." They shout again, but still Mia does not move from her spot.

Visibly mad, one of the soldiers points his gun at Mia's chest, "Fine, it's your funeral."

He shoots three times, and Mia falls backwards. That was enough to have killed anyone and so he safely assumed that Mia would be dead. Stepping over her body, they move onto Zachary, cocky in their approach. But little did they take notice of the ice that is secretly forming near them.

"Your tur-" Before Zachary could act, the soldier is cut off as Mia throws an arm around his throat, choking him. Having dropped the piece of fabric from her face to free her other hand, she had played dead and then hit him from behind.

Bewildered for a moment, the other soldier does not know what to do, and begins shooting at her again. The bullets only ricocheting off of her impenetrable skin. "Ouch." She replies sarcastically, feeling the soldier in her arms slump down, unconscious.

Zachary almost chuckled at Mia's statement, before noticing more of them coming towards them. He struggled to sit up, but eventually succeeded as he leaned his back against a table near him for support. The gas is still causing haziness over his sight, but he managed to conjure large boulders of ice and launched them towards the approaching soldiers, taking them out. He can at least cover Mia for now and with any luck, they may make it out of here in one piece. As much as Zachary wanted to give these Hydra goons a hard beating, he accepted that he stand no chance in this state.

"Y'know," Mia continues, rounding on the other guy, a wicked grin on her face as the gas hits her head and she begins to feel almost delirious, "You're lucky my daddy taught me good morals," Mia narrows her eyes, "Or you'd be dead right now."

Turning around, the remaining soldier attempts to flee but Mia lunges after him, sloppier than usual but still able to grab hold of him. "Zach." She calls, realising she wasn't strong enough to take him out without her friend, just about able to force herself to stay conscious.

Able to free himself from her grip as Mia's mind drifts, the soldier spins around, head butting Mia and pushing her backwards. "You bitch." He growls, kicking her in the ribs. The last thing she remembers before completely losing consciousness in Zachary's face, then, nothing.

On Zachary's side, he too is about to reach his limit. But the Hydra soldiers have stopped coming towards his way and starting to retreat, after having beaten up his fellow descendants badly and abducted a number of them. Apparently they have accomplished what they came here for, and none of them were able to even put up a fight to them.

When Zachary heard Mia calling out his name, he turned his face towards to her direction, only to see that she was knocked out cold from inhaling the gas. This is absolutely the worst... was the last thing he thought before he too is succumbed to the same fate.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Cassius Thompson

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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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After a deep, long slumber that felt like an eternity, Zachary winches from where he laid, his face scrunches up uncomfortably as the light disturbed his sleep and slowly brought him back to consciousness. A sharp pain was sent from his head and all the way down his spine. "Ow..." He whines as he finally manages to open his eyes. Though his vision is still a bit blurry and his head throbs like it was smashed against a rock, Zachary can see someone sitting by his side, probably having watched over him sleeping.

"Mia?" Zachary's vision eventually clears up and that person is no one other than his bestie. In an instance, a sense of relief washes all over him, and all the pain he is suffering feels as if they have lifted up. "Thank goodness you're okay." He smiled to her. All of his friends and fellow descendants are equally important to him, but Mia is one of the very few that had been travelling with him through great lengths ever since they are still kicking up troubles in Xavier's. If anything happens to her, he'll probably be devastated to the point that he may not be able to recognize himself ever again.

It was not until now that Zachary realizes that this is not his penthouse, but the infirmary center of the Academy, by the obnoxious medical smell, and the eerie white setting. He is not very comfortable being confined to a hospital since he was young. He had been changed out of the suit that he wore to the gala, which probably have been badly damaged by now and that's a bummer because it was his favorite one, he is wearing a pair of hospital pants of sorts and his bare torso is covered with bandages. Now that it has all come back to him that he was beaten up pretty badly, unlike Mia who is perfectly fine with her indestructible physiques and healing propriety. With his rigorous training since younger Zachary can certainly take quite a beating, but without his power he is as good as any normal people out there.

"It seemed like I almost ended up in a body bag, huh?" He jested as he tried to sit up. It took quite an effort and was quite agonizing, considering all the injuries that he had taken.

"Mr. Drake, please refrain from moving around too much." A nurse who is passing by notices him and approaches him, "You stood too close to the explosion and quite a few of your bones have been fractured. Please take care."

"Well you don't have to worry." Zachary smiles to her and assures, "A few broken bones are really nothing. I once suffered much worse." He really meant what he said. As long as he can enter his ice form and there is enough moisture around then even if his body was cut in half, he is confident that he can regrow it as fast as Wren Wilson, let alone some fractured skeletal parts. The nurse seems to believe his words and walks away, leaving him and Mia be.

Gazing around the infirmary, he sees only a few more than half of the descendants who attended the gala, most of whom are yet to come to their senses. "That's right, some of them were taken away by the Hydra goons." He sighed, as he checked up in his mind who were unfortunately kidnapped. It was unthinkable that even the likes of Wren, Ulrich and Caitria, those who are by no means easy to even lay a finger on under normal circumstances, could not even put up a fight. And Frankie too is gone, which visibly saddens Zachary.

"I hope they're still okay by now." Knowing the Hydra, it is absolutely dreadful just to think of whatever horrible treatments they've got cooking for those who were captured. "At least it seemed that we didn't lose anyone. One good thing out of this mess, at least." He tried to force a smile to reassure Mia. "I wonder if they are still within the States, and near somewhere with water..." He quietly ponders. If the odds are still with them at least that much, Zachary can hope to locate his friends without taking too much time. But all they can do for now is to wait for the rest of the victims to come around and sees if the mentors have any orders to make. And pray that there are no more Hydra lurking around.

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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Kezia Black

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Kezia could hardly contain her own excitement over meeting the other students. She kept skipping down ahead of Nathaniel and Roman only to return gushing over how amazing it was going to be. "I'm gonna have all new sparring partners and maybe this time they won't break so easily!" She skipped away again adding in a twirl for a little flare. She returned yet again to inquire the boys over what it might be like. "Do you think they'll like the flowers? I wonder if they'll like my knife collection. Maybe we can even compare. I bet they'll love the flowers because I picked them out all by myself to make them feel better." She couldn't help but giggle as she skipped away again.

Despite whatever was troubling Roman, this was an amazing opportunity for her. She couldn't wait for the chance to make all new friends and have a great time at this school. It certainly would beat having to spar humans all day or listen to Roman complain about her methods. Maybe she'll even find someone who likes her methods like her friend Lilith. Lilith always encouraged her antics. Even Nathaniel accepted what made her different form everyone else.

The truth was, Kezia found it hard to keep friends. Making them was the simple part. She was an easily likable person. It was once people noticed her inability to cater to emotional needs that she lost them. It also didn't help that many people were not a fan of her enjoyment of assassination missions. She just couldn't help who she was and didn't even know how to change. Though it did help to have people like Cas, Lilith, and Nathaniel around. After all, they still stick around.

Once they arrived at the infirmary, Kezia was quick to make her rounds to every student in a bed. She handed them each a flower with a childish grin plaster across her face as she repeated the same line, "Hi, I'm Kizzy! This is for you!"




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It took all restraint for Roman not to yell at his sister to settle down as they made their way through the halls. He understood her behavior but that didn't mean he condoned it. After all, he was looking to make a good impression on the group with all things considered. So it was only natural for him to worry the entire trip there over how he'd be able to do such a task.

Unlike Kezia, Roman didn't falter so heavily in the friend department. It came natural for him to draw people in and keep them there. Though he was quite picky with whom he chose to keep around. He simply didn't desire to force anyone to put up with the lifestyle he had no choosing in. This was why he chose to keep his friend group rather select. There was less damage control this way. And even less chances of him getting hurt emotionally by what Ra's may do to those he cares about if he ever falls out of line again.

It seemed as if ages had passed before they arrived in the infirmary. Of course Kezia wasted no time in thrusting herself as the center of attention. She went around introducing herself to each student while Roman screamed internally. He kept himself composed while he pitched in his own proper introduction, "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."

Yes, it was a bit formal but it was all he could come up with. After all, it was the truth. Roman wanted to help. Though he specifically wanted to make sure Lilith was back safe form wherever she'd been taken.