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Descendant Academy

Descendant Academy

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An elite academy for the proteges of the universe's most powerful heroes... And villains.

PM if interested - Always open to adding awesome characters :D

26,453 readers have visited Descendant Academy since mjolnir created it.

Introduction

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C R E A T I O N . . .

It’s been many years since superheroes rose up to protect the Earth and its inhabitants. It all began with the creation of Captain America during WWII, and since then more heroes, and subsequently, villains, have made themselves known. Some heroes such as the Avengers and Justice League have made themselves known to society, whether that was desired or not. While others, like the X-men, have remained in hiding. Either way, the world is no longer in the dark about the existence of heroes or villains.

For decades, these heroes have courageously defended and protected the citizens of Earth, along with many other planets in the universe. Our reach in the galaxy has shortened due to the knowledge from some intergalactic heroes like Thor, Superman and the Guardians of the Galaxy. But the current reign of heroes have reached their end. Some have died in service, while others desire to hang up their cape and retire. Many of these heroes could not leave innocent people defenseless and in return decided to pass on their legacy to their children. These proteges have inherited their parents skills, abilities and powers, while also growing up watching and being trained by their parents.

Many of these children attended Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters during their younger years, up through High School. A good starting ground that helped these students learn how to hone their abilities, while also getting a proper education. Professor X always desires the best for his students, wanting them to have bright futures to pursue whatever they wish… Be that a hero or a lawyer.

Although Prof. X’s school was marvelous in many ways, some heroes still didn’t think it was enough for when another attack presents itself. So before throwing in the towel, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark came together and funded the Descendant Academy. An elite, highly secretive facility that focused on the intense and vigorous training of the worlds finest heroes. Recruits were pulled from the most powerful and prestigious of proteges, only gaining entrance into the Academy if chosen. Bruce and Tony are highly selective about who joins the academy wanting uniquely useful and talented heroes to take up the reigns.

These Descendants come from all walks of life. Some are children of the most infamous and powerful heroes in the universe, some of simple human vigilantes and some… are even children of villains trying to get a clean slate for their family name. They all have been chosen to study, train and learn so that they can become the new saviors of the world.


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xxxxT H R E A T S . . .

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h y d r a x // x world-wide subversive organization

Hydra has been around as a looming threat since WWII when it was founded by a former Nazi commander. In short, their goal is global domination which is now expanding to most of the galaxy. Hydra has taken interest in current advances in intergalactic travel and their desire has expanded along with it. Their imminent threat involves the kidnapping and experimentation of enhanced individuals, brainwashing them to use them as weapons. But in their wake, they anhililate opposing forces, human and mutant, to achieve their goal. Eventually as part of their overarching domination, they intend to rid the galaxy of all enhanced.

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b r o t h e r h o o d x o f x m u t a n t s x // x mutant group

The Brotherhood of Mutants is a group dedicated to the cause of mutant superiority over humans. They embrace that their mutations or evolutionary, and that they deserve to rise about homo sapiens. Their goal is to either eradicating humanity, or subjugating it. This group was founded, and still ran, by Magneto. Unlike Hydra, they do not attempt to take any enhanced against their will, but recruit them for ’the greater good.’ They don’t target other mutants, but if they get in the way, the Brotherhood has no qualms with taking them out.


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R U L E S

I apologize in advance for the weird and somewhat excessive rules I have. This is my second attempt at this RP. The first lasted a fairly long while, but I let wayyyy too many people in and it subsequently hurt the RP’s duration. I really want this to last awhile. So, this is my way of trying to weed out the flakey and non-loyal people to get something truly awesome. If you have question, concerns, complaints or think I’m horrible because of this, feel free to PM me lol. Also passwords will be sprinkled throughout the rules.

Returning RPers & friends x // x Just because you were in the original does not guarantee you a spot in the reboot. Same goes for people I know on here. This is nothing personal, I still think you all are awesome and don’t want to offend or hurt anyone’s feelings. I’m just being highly selective about who I let in. i.e. people who can post once a week, 500+ words, etc.

I will not accept any WIPs x // x In the past, once I accept a CS even if it is a WIP, people tend to not finish the CS then. So, I will wait until it is completely finished to accept it. Also, for those of us who have multiple characters, you can ONLY post for completed characters, WIPs cannot be in a post. Password 1: Who founded the Descendants Academy?

Reservations x // x Not on a first come, first serve basis. I reserve the right to decline characters and all roles are competitive. If you’re wanting to request a reservation, it will be a slightly different process compared to most RPs. I will not be acknowledging OOC reservations. They all should be submitted by PM, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat and goof off in the general OOC :p Reservations should include : passwords, real FC & parentage.

Writers x // x My goal is no more than 10 writers. This has a potential to fluctuate, but I’m holding pretty firm to 10. I don’t want to let in too many people to the point where this gets bogged down. The more writer’s usually the quicker an RP dies. Also, no matter how far into this RP we are, if you’re interested in joining, contact me. There’s a possibility someone dipped, or we’re looking for more characters. Password 2 : Which superhero or villain would you want to go on a date with?

You have 3 days to get a WIP submitted x // x Once I’ve given you the green light for a character, you need to have a WIP submitted within 3 days. This could literally have nothing on the CS, and I won't accept it but I don't want to keep a reservation forever and then the CS is never made. Also, you have a week to finish the CS, unless you speak with me and we discuss an extension.

Character guidelines x // x
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• Ages from 21-35. I want to avoid the stereotypical bunch of teenagers. These descendants are at their peak physicality and age. I want them mature (relatively speaking) adults, like past superheroes when they were in their prime. I’m willing to allow for characters older than this range, but if you want to go younger the chances I will say no, but you can try to run it past me and we can talk about it.

• One superhero/villain per descendant. I don’t want people mixing the pot to get hybrid children and a mix of powers. There are some exceptions, but those can be discussed via PM. I know I allowed it last time, but not this time. So, keep it to one “special” parent and the other is an average Joe. They can be a comic book character but not a hero or villain (i.e. Pepper Pots or Jane Foster) Password 3 : How frequently are you online and post?

• One Descendant per hero/villain. I “might” be willing to allow exceptions but since this academy seeks out unique and powerful proteges it wouldn’t make sense for there to be two superman descendants. Again, everything is negotiable in PMs.

• All powers and abilities are inherited from the dominant parent. Descendants cannot develop new abilities that the parent did not already possess.

You CAN however have as many characters as you can handle x // x Alternate genders to keep everything fairly balance. Also do not monopolize all the super powerful or super popular heroes or villains. Keep this diverse. The best ones are the characters that are underrated, or overlooked. Password 4 : On average, what's your post word count? Current, not necessarily what the site says.

Gettin’ the boot x // x If you’re MIA from OOC or posting for over a week, I will send you a warning PM about needing to post. But, if you’re stalling the RP for too long, I will talk with the other writers and we’ll either : write out, kill or move past your character. I don’t like kicking people, but if you disappear or whatever it will happen. If you’re going to be gone or going through something just let me know. Life happens and we can talk about it.

OOCs x // x I will have a decent amount of OOC boards for penthouses, NPCs, relations, etc. I’d appreciate leaving the conversations for the main OOC so we don’t clutter the other boards with stuff that isn’t relevant to it.

General Rules x // x Violence, adult language and adult situations will happen so if you cannot handle that you may not want to join. I encourage romance, it’s fun and we all enjoy complicated romance stories. Kissing and what not is fine, but when this get handsy... or naked. Just fade to black, and have your characters imply it later or whatever. We have imaginations, plus site rules and stuff :p Don’t control someone else’s character without their ok, this includes their NPCs. Also this meant to be fun so please no OOC fighting. Any issues can be directed through me and I'll handle it :)


The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 19 authors

26 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Precisely."

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

"That is correct."

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

"Bonnie and Clyde?"

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

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

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

"I heard that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Buzz. Buzz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Certainly."

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

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

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

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

"Wren?" Frankie motioned the cup towards her.

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

***

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

"Me, Mr. McCulloch."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Startling a half demon was probably not the best idea in the world, but startling this particular half demon, could very well be the last mistake a person could ever make. A lesson the poor walls of her penthouse learned the hard way as her cape manifested itself and sent spikes into the wall as she darted upright, hand to her chest. "Fucking hell," She said as she caught her breathe, dust falling around her as her cape went back to its fabric-like structure. She looked at her dust covered arms and sighed. "Jarvis!" She called with a bit of a whine.
"Yes, Ms. Simmons,"
"It happened again."She sighed. "I am aware, Ms. Simmons, It will be repaired before you returned." He or It told her and Schuyler nodded. "Kay," She said and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "What's this about anyway?"
"your presence is required on sub-level 23, You are to be prepared for battle" He told her and she rubbed the back of her head. "When am I not?" She asked rhetorically, gesturing to her penthouse that looked oddly like two Kryptonians had their way with it. She climbed out of bed and dragged herself into the shower which was working thank Odin. She rubbed her face as she passed the mirror, she never looked in it, she was always terrified of what she might see looking back at her, and it wasn't the demon she was worried about. It was the girl, the human part of her that was losing its battle and fast. Mirrors were to be avoided at all cost. She peeled off her pajamas and climbed into the shower, she planned to be quick but the training had been intesnse, and that was saying a lot coming from someone who was raised as an Asgardian. You'd think she'd be used to this level of intensity but even in Asgard it wasn't this often, or if it was, it would be small bursts of little tasks not mission level training. At least there were people here she like, however few and far between, in Asgard, it just sucked, all the time, they didn't like her and she didn't like them because of it. At least here, when she bitched about the training, she had a few people to bitch right along with her, not tell her how weak she must be to this hard, or how a demon shouldn't even be in the school learning, and that she should be grateful to be in their mere presence. Fuck that noise.

She made her shower quick and dressed in her Asgardian style armor, helmet included and summoned her cape, which flowed behind her like red ink. Hey, she was told to dress for battle, not training.

She made her way toward sublevel 23and saw that Frankie had arrived and was passing out coffee along with a few others that she cared little to mention until Wren made a comment she couldn't resist. "Oh, you don't want me to drink that then I'll never shut up." Now, the smart thing to do here would be not to say anything to provoke the one they called the Mouth, whose sole purpose in life was to gray Schuyler's hair but it was too good to pass up.

"By Odin's Beard! So it's true, this magical place in time when you actually don't speak, actually exists! They said it couldn't be real, it was only a myth!" Schuyler said feigning shock, a hand to her chest."Frankie, call the Daily Bugle! This front page!news! " She said, grabbed Frankie's shoulders, and shaking her just a little. She laughed to herself her as she stepped in line beside Frankie, and nodded to the men. "Boys." Contrary to popular belief, She didn't hate Wren, there were two people at this school that fell into that dark category, Wren wasn't one of them, she was like that pothole you run over every day one the way to work, you know it's there and you could try to avoid it but the effort is pointless, so it's just a part of your daily routine. As she awaited Wren's inevitable response, She gave a respectful nod to the older men, Alfred, Phil, and Mycroft. Believe it or not, she didn't give the teachers any trouble, that was beating out of her years ago.

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Jaxon was sprawled across his bed in spread-eagle position on his stomach. When an alarm blared loudly throughout his room, Jaxon jerked his head up from his bed. What the hell, he thought as he blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes. He rolled over and stared up at the ceiling groggily.

"Mr. Storm, you are to report to sub-level 23 in 15 minutes, and be fully dressed for battle."

Irritated look on his face, Jaxon sat up in his bed. "My beauty sleep was interrupted for training?"

J.A.R.V.I.S. responded, "I'm afraid so, sir. It was at the request of your mentors."

Of course it was the mentors, who else would it be. It was probably Mycroft's idea, he's always making them work their asses off. Jaxon sighed and slapped both of his cheeks to wake himself up. As he stood from his bed, the sheets dropped and revealed Jaxon in all of his glory. He had always found sleeping naked to be more freeing. Plus he was always hot, so the less clothes he had on, the better. He lazily scratched his ass as he went to get his suit of his closet.

Jaxon pulled out the human torch suit that was given to him by his father and slid it on. He would wear clothes underneath it, but they would just end up burnt and it would defeat the whole purpose of his suit. Jaxon walked to the mirror in his bathroom and admired himself in the tightfitting suit. He nodded approvingly, it defined his muscles and showed off his ass. His eyes went from his suit to his hair which was slightly ruffled. Jaxon ran his hands though it once and called it good, he normally kept his hair messy anyways.

He called out to J.A.R.V.I.S as he left the bathroom. "Thanks for giving me the message J.A.R.V.I.S, I'm heading down there right now."

"Your welcome, Mr. Storm."

Jaxon reached the elevator and jumped in. As the elevator took him to the training room he quickly lit himself on fire to give himself a little jumpstart. It worked a little bit, Jaxon was beginning to feel more alert. He rolled his head around on his shoulders, hoping that would help as well. Compared to the others, Jaxon would be a bit bare when it comes to gadgets. All he had was his specialized suit whereas they had weapons of every kind. The only other skill Jaxon had was his knowledge in mechanics and what would he do with that? Bring a wrench and start whacking people with it? As amusing as that would be, it would be of no help to Jaxon whatsoever.

The doors opened and he stepped out into the training room. Not many people were here yet, but they were sure to start pouring in soon. He walked over to the line they were seeming to form and listened as Wren and Skye already began to run their mouths. Jaxon found the two of them to be quite amusing. He didn't know how they were both wide awake while he was still shaking off the last of his grogginess, but it didn't surprise him. Especially when it came to Wren as she talked every second of every day. Normally Jaxon would join in the conversation, but at the moment he was too tired to add a comment.

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

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

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

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

"Negative, Ms. Maximoff."

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

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

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


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

"Mr. Barton?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir."

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

"¡Gracias Jarvis! ¡Eres el mejor!"

"You are welcome, Mr. Wagner."

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

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

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

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



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

"Jarvis? Status?"

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

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

"Yes, sir.

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

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

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

"The same."

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

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This was probably one of the rare moments Arthur had actually found himself in a peaceful sleep. Of course, he was human so sleep was a necessity but he found himself getting less and less of it as the days dragged on in the academy. He didn't mind a little deprivation, after all sleep is the most vulnerable state a person can be in. Out of most of the students, Arthur's room was rather simple and small. He didn't need a lot of the fancy schematics that some of the students had in their rooms, and he kept his belongings to a minimum.

Of course, the one time he managed to be peacefully getting some sleep J.A.R.V.I.S had other intentions. Just as the alarm had a nanosecond to start, Arthur had grabbed the knife out from under his pillow and jerked out of bed defensively. He hated being awoken abruptly, he had a hard time trying to not to think that every noise and shadow he had heard wasn't his father ready to behead him.

"Terribly sorry for the disturbance Mr. Wilson, but they have requested you be at sub-level 23 in 15 minutes, full gear and all".

It took Arthur a moment to relax, as he tossed the knife back on his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his open hand. "Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S." He mumbled quietly before shuffling over to the light switch and flipping it on with a flick of his hand. It was like them to plan sporadic training sessions, but Arthur still hadn't gotten used to it. He shuffled over to his closet, trying to stretch as much as he could. Of course we have no time to warm up... or even wake up.

The contents of his closet were pretty sparse, a couple of normal outfits, training gear, and some things he had managed to steal from his jackass of a father. His fingers brushed against the Promethean armor, maybe a bit too much for a training exercise. He settled on one of his father's traditional suits, he hated the fact that he looked like him, but since Arthur had stolen it, it was more of a slap in the face for Deathstroke. He shimmied on the suit as fast as he could, but left the mask off for the time being.

Now to perhaps his favorite part, the array of toys that he had acquired over the years and the new ones that Cree had given him to try it. It wasn't often that they were allowed to use their own choice weapons, so he made sure to grab as much as he could. An assortment of different grenades and bombs, his trusty ballistic staff, and finally his precious Promethean Sword. She was like his child, and he treated her with the utmost care.

The hallways were particularly quiet as Arthur made his way to the elevator his footsteps echoing down the corridor. The elevator was surprisingly empty as he made his way down to sub-level 23. The second the elevator doors opened, however, he could hear the steady chatter of some of the others. The one that stood out the most was obviously, Wren. The red-head's words made him roll his eyes slightly, she never knew when to stop but he cared for her nonetheless. On this particular morning however, he didn't feel extremely chatty as he pushed past some of the others, going as unsociable as possible to the back of the line near, T'Chioke and Conrad who were engaged in conversation. He promptly leaned against the wall, tightening the straps on his gloves, through habit, and waited for whatever shit they were about to put the group through.


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As a Kryptonian James never needed to sleep, to him it was somewhat of a blessing and a curse. While his father told him this was ample time to train or relax, James saw it as boring. Being sociable and nocturnal do not mix. While James still had the energy from maybe eleven monster drinks, his friends were completely drained. So he busied himself by watching TV, and other things that humans would've done. It wasn't like he didn't know human culture, but it wasn't something he was used to, well other than the farm life. His father taught him about the immense history and culture of the Kryptonians, while his mother occasionally watched the news with him to keep up on world events. When he left for the academy, his parents gifted him a cellphone, which he still was figuring out how to use. He mainly just used it to communicate with his parents and Frankie.

"Mr. Kent, sorry to disturb you but I have a request from the mentors. They are asking your attendance at sub-level 23 for training. Come prepared"

J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice rang out, quietly in James's room. He could only imagine the distress of the other students, for being woken up at this hour. For him, however, it was no different than training in the day. "Thanks J.A.R.V.I.S" He said getting up from the large lounge that substituted as his 'fake bed' in his room. He wandered into the bathroom where he decided to at least fix his hair from the tousled black locks that it was currently left in. He ran some fingers through the curls, managing to get everything in it's place other than the stubborn, trademarked curl he had inherited from his father. No matter how hard he tried to get it to stay it always fell back into place.

'Come prepared'. That could mean a couple of things, but nonetheless he found himself getting into his suit that he modeled after his fathers. He wasn't a huge fan of the underwear on the outside, so he made sure to get rid of that first. However, he decided to part with his cape for today, while it helped a little bit with flying, a huge part of it was just the finesse of the suit itself. After making sure that he hadn't forgotten anything he strolled out of his room and to the elevator. The ride down was always awkward for him, as the strange, pointless music drifted out through the speakers. After what felt like a year, the doors finally opened to one of the training wings. James could see his mentors standing, almost menacingly, in front of the group of students who had already arrived. At least Phil gave him a friendly greeting as he walked in, "Mr Kent", which James returned with polite smile and nod. He knew not to step on the mentors toes, unlike some of the students.

His face immediately brightened however when he saw Frankie in line with the same sweet smile that she always had on her face. Unfortunately to actually talk to her James would've had to cut, or stand out of the line and he wasn't ready to anger either the half-asleep Ross or uptight Mycroft. He instead managed to give her a warm smile as he passed, "Hey Francis". He always addressed her with her first name, it was something of a habit and definitely picked up from his father. It was a small greeting but he at least he got to tell her hello, before abruptly disappearing to the end of the line with Maura and Arthur. He opened his mouth to talk, but after the look on their faces, he quickly got the idea.


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Maura has a knack for moving her entire body around while she sleeps. So when J.A.R.V.IS. woke her up with a rather gentle beeping noise she found herself in a complete 180. Her head was near the foot of the bed while her feet were pressed up against the headboard. As for the covers and pillows, they were scattered everywhere around her room.

She rubbed her eyes, and sat up, a quiet yawn escaping her. "Good morn- evening? J.A.R.V.I.S did you dim my room again?"


"No Ms. Howlett, your mentors are requesting your attendance at sub-level 23 for training."

"This early?" Maura groaned, stretching to grab a pillow off the ground. "Tell them to go fuck themselves" She mumbled before smashing the cool pillow against her face.

"Well, I could tell them that rather, crude, sentence but it's all in our best interests that you attend. Perhaps maybe phoning your father will give you some motivation?"

Maura let out a growl of annoyance, and complied getting up off the rather soft, and inviting bed to her dismay. "I'm not twelve J.A.R.V.I.S" She muttered as she stumbled her way to the bathroom splashing cold water on her face. It didn't take her long to throw her hair up into a high ponytail and throw on some of her normal training clothes. Unlike most of the students, she didn't have any fancy super suits or anything of the sort.

"It worked though, didn't it?"

How could a computer be such a smartass sometimes?. "Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S.!" Her tone came out entirely fake, and although she knew he didn't have any feelings she wished he felt the same.

She saw a couple other students join her in the hallway but they were also lost in thought just as she was. The elevator ride down was rather quiet, but Maura didn't mind. She enjoyed the silence once in a while. However, the second the doors opened she was greeted by the noises of the other students who were lined up in the hallway. Wren and Skye, Frankie, Maura gave the blonde a warm smile as she passed, Tobias, Jaxon, and the others. She moved behind Arthur who had rather the same idea she did with being quiet.

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caitria allen

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

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

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

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

Caitria swore that the entire tower could hear the alarms.

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

The alarms turned down considerably after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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andrew mulligan

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

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

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

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

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

"...I suppose."

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

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

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

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





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thaleia castle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're welcome, Mr. Strange."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Tell them to come prepared for battle,"

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

"Precisely."

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


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

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

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

Shit.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!..."

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

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

And promptly, the noise ceased.

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

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

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

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

"Incoming call from 'Phoebe - Prince.'"

She was awake.

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

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

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

The sound of her yawn carried throughout the whole floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're kidding, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See ya."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


You're an ass.

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

See you in two minutes.






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But first, she needed to talk to Jack.

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

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

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

"You look nervous."

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

"Yeah...I kinda am."

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god, no."

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"It's a fucking helmet, Mycroft."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack couldn't stop himself from smiling.

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

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

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

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

"Do we get anything for completing it first?"

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

Music to his ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Partners?"





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

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

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

Well, so much for staying alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say something...talk to him...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Phoebe.

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

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

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

“Pardon my intrusion, but I was hoping I could talk to Phoebe. I’m in need of partner if you’d like to join me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Image"I'm fucking tired man."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So what do you say? Partners?"

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By the time the mentors began talking about the training exercise, Jaxon was fully awake and feeling like his normal self. Even though he was awake though, he still didn't care to listen to what the mentors were saying, he was too busy checking out Maura's ass. If she caught him doing it, she would probably beat the living shit out of him, but it was worth the risk.
 
He only caught bits and pieces of what they were saying, something about Hydra and an envelope they were supposed to get. He honestly didn't think any of it was that important, they were probably exaggerating how dangerous the exercise was so everyone would listen. The only thing that caught Jaxon's attention was when Mycroft said that blowing up the building was not allowed. Jaxon spit out a few colorful words at that because that would have made his life much easier. Blowing shit up is what he does, and he isn't the most stealthy person on the planet so god knows how he's going to be able to get through the building efficiently.
 
When Alfred stopped talking he began seeking out someone to partner up with. Jack was his first thought because he excels when it comes to stealth, but he seemed to be joining up with Wren. Those two had a weird attraction thing going on and Jaxon wasn't going to get involved in that. Speaking of attraction, Frankie and Super dude seemed to be teaming up as well. Maura kept coming to mind, but if he partnered up with her, it would be a hot mess, literally. That ass kept calling to him though and he was just about to walk up to her when Riley beat him to it.
 
That son of a bitch, he thought. Jaxon had to admit that they would probably make better partners though. Riley was more laid back while Maura was… Maura. Conrad and Schuyler had already paired up as well as several others. Jaxon thought about asking Andrew because they are friends, but he wasn’t sure how that partnership would work out, and Cree was in the same boat as Andrew. Jaxon would have asked Thaleia to be his partner, but he was positive that she would say no and he didn’t want to waste his time. It was also obvious to him that Caitria wouldn't even need a partner with her speed, so that knocked out another option.
 
A more powerful person would come in handy for this exercise, but it would have to be someone that Jaxon got along with. That was when he spotted Xavier. Xavier would be the perfect choice. He is extremely powerful and he is also like a big brother to Jaxon.
 
Jaxon sauntered over to Xavier and threw his arm over the man’s shoulder. "Sup Partner?" he said with a smile. Jaxon knew that Xavier would agree so he didn't bother asking him. "Ready to kick some Hydra ass."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Hello, Caitria, my dear," Caitria turned to face Xavier, protege of Dr. Strange. He, like her, wasn't the most trusted person in the academy. "The breezes of the night are calming to you?" To be honest, Caitria always found it a tad hard to find a good response to Xavier's style of speech.

"I have no opinion on night breezes, to be honest," Caitria responded lightly, taking the question quite literally. "Is life going well for you?" However, before Xavier could respond, Mycroft had cleared his throat, grabbing the students' attention.

"Alright, simmer down," he waited, his stance almost rigid and his eyes stoic and cold as the descendants finally gave him their attention. His stance reminded Caitria of Thaleia Castle, to be honest. "... Finally."

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

You're supposed to sleep eight hours every night? Caitria thought. ...oops.

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

Phil took Mycroft's place, talking about how they got an exact replica of Hydra's facilities in each stimulation room. "Your objective will be to penetrate their defenses—" Phil's gaze did not falter. "Not a word Ms. Wilson."

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

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

Caitria had superspeed on her side. She was the fastest person in the Academy. This couldn't be so hard...right?

Unfortunately, Mycroft, like always, had to ruin it all. "It is not quite that simple...so before you start acting like this is a cake walk...there are some guidelines. The envelope must not be damaged in any way, so blowing up the facility is not an option." Caitria had to bite a lip to stifle her yell of "Goddammit!" She brought improvised nuclear bombs with her. Now the only possible way to use them is to calculate the blast radius precisely to make sure the envelope wasn't damaged in any way. "We'll allow folding it to put in a pack or pocket... But burns, tears, water damage, etc. are unacceptable. You also may not open the envelope. The contents are highly secretive and delicate."

The mentors continued their long speech of instructions, before they closed the lecture to an end. Caitria raised her eyebrows at the mention of partners, and started calculating pros and cons, strengths and weaknesses. Did Caitria actually need a partner? After all, she was incredibly speedy. If she was stealthy enough, she could zip through the base, grab the envelope, and zip back out without drawing any attention to herself. No one in Hydra was as fast as her (Caitria tried not to sound cocky). It'd be hard for anyone to keep up with her, since the Flash is the fastest being on Earth (well, there were problems with Reverse-Flash, but that threat was eliminated early on).

If Caitria did this solo, all she had to do was make sure to keep an eye out for alarms and threats in general. If someone did intend to attack her, Caitria was definitely not completely defenseless. Being known for superhuman speed made others forget about her other abilities. Caitria had calculated every variable for the perfect punches, kicks, etc., to take down almost anybody. Speed could be an asset in combat, and not just for dodging.

Caitria made her (relatively simple) decision. She was going solo, but if anyone wanted to team up, they would approach her themselves. Caitria knew that some of her peers were considering her as an ally, but so far, they've turned her away, and the blonde was perfectly fine with that.





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Andrew was taking this partner thing very seriously.

So far, no one approached him. So he had time to think. Hmm...what advantages would his abilities provide, and what weaknesses did they harbor?

Andrew's powers were mainly offensive, considering the fact that he could form weapons out of his limbs, but some of his powers, such as his camouflage, provided a mainly defensive advantage.

Andrew swore that he literally considered everybody in the room.

Wren - nope, they were too similar, plus, Jack Murdock approached her anyway. Tobias - eh. Frankie - nah, she approached James. Good choice, though. Ross - he was totally cool, but he looked shit tired and ready to rock the assignment on his own. Arthur...the two didn't exactly know each other well. At all. Caitria was a good asset to have, but with her powers, she could probably seal the deal by herself. Thaleia - no offense, but did anyone want to work with her? Xavier was a cool guy, but something about him irked Andrew. T'Chioke looked like he was considering Phoebe as a partner. Petra was mainly an offensive fighter. Riley made a good choice, attempting to partner up with Maura (although it was a bit obvious that he was kind of scared of her, in a way). Andrew and Jaxon were definitely buds, but to be honest, Jaxon wasn't exactly the best choice of a partner for the dark-eyed symbiote.

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To be honest, although Thaleia strongly preferred to work alone, she didn't mind teaming up with someone as much as she minded making friends. Many thought she just didn't like people in general, and while that was the case most of the time, if partnering up with someone was vital to achieving a goal, then Thaleia would suck it up and do so.

Despite that, Thaleia actually did have preferences in her life - most of them she chose to ignore for the "greater good", or at least, her interpretation of it. But the thing Thaleia was most picky about in life was people, no surprise there. Some thought she was just cold and unsociable, but believe it or not, Thaleia was cold for everybody's own good - and perhaps, out of a little fear. Thaleia believed she wasn't thinking completely rationally when it came to this friend thing, but the pure percentage of loved ones killed by the same group of murderers was simply astounding. Although Thaleia did kill people for a living - many complained about her messed-up morals - she hated it when people killed the innocent.

Thaleia never understood the point of killing her loved ones. If someone wanted to extinguish her will to do her job as the Punisher, they were doing a shit job of it.

It seemed as though many of her peers have partnered up already. Of course, all the good ones were taken. If Thaleia was completely honest, she wasn't exactly confident in her ability to fulfill this task. HYDRA was comprised of mutants, and as much as Thaleia hated to admit it, she was still a human. Her combat skills were astounding compared to other humans, but mutants actually had powers. Even though this was only a simulation, that lowered Thaleia's chanced at succeeding significantly.

But due to her slowness, many of the good partners were already taken. Thaleia may sound like a machine, comparing people as if they were tools, but that was just how she was.

Thaleia still had to remember, that despite her skill with weapons, she had no supernatural powers of her own. A partner would help substantially.

Thaleia's eyes roamed over the remaining options, landing on the most unexpected choice.

Tobias.

Yes, to say that Thaleia was surprised at her subconscious mind's choice was an understatement. But the choice was actually fitting, considering the circumstances. Sure, Tobias had no need to partner up with Thaleia, but she was going to ignore that for the moment. Most people avoided Tobias due to his social adeptness and parentage, not his powers. Thaleia didn't care about either of those factors, so she had no reason to avoid him. Plus, it wasn't like they were enemies. Thaleia may never be Tobias' best friend, but they were similar in a sense that actually worked. Despite Thaleia's distaste of being fond of anyone, she wouldn't leave Tobias to die, so she supposed there would be some form of trust in that partnership.

Thaleia didn't care what others thought of her; after all, if she did, she would be drowning in despair at this point. She also didn't have any fear of being rejected; if Tobias didn't want her as a partner - which would be the most likely outcome - she was just going to rough it out herself.

Before she knew it, Thaleia was approaching the son of Magneto. She wasn't exactly socially adept, so this might be a problem. "Hey," she started, rather emotionless, but not too cold. "Would you have anything against partnering up with me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You ready?"

She was busy in la la land.

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

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

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

They snorted at the same time.

"That's what she said..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

"Oh. Wow, uh-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stop. You're overthinking this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eh red?"

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

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

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

No reason to give herself more trouble.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson
Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr
Character Portrait: Frankie Parker
Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch
Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff
Character Portrait: Riley Barton
Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod
Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington
Character Portrait: Jensen Jones
Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance
Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna
Character Portrait: Harley Williams
Character Portrait: Khyree Bishop-Smith

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Character Portrait: Khyree Bishop-Smith
Khyree Bishop-Smith

"Never asked for none of this..."

Character Portrait: Harley Williams
Harley Williams

"I'm the 'Got Ions?' guy you've been hearing so much about."

Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna
Anastasia Petrovna

"Every human being is a puzzle of need. You must become the missing piece, and they will tell you anything."

Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance
Gwen Queen-Lance

"You heard mum's Canary Call, wanna hear my Siren Scream?"

Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod
Ulrich Zod

"Kneel...I'm kidding."

Character Portrait: Riley Barton
Riley Barton

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

Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff
Petra Maximoff

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

Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch
Ross McCulloch

"I bet yeh will ner touch meh."

Trending

Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr
Tobias Lehnsherr

"Du siehst den Wald vor lauter Baumen nicht."

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson
Wren Wilson

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

Character Portrait: Khyree Bishop-Smith
Khyree Bishop-Smith

"Never asked for none of this..."

Character Portrait: Riley Barton
Riley Barton

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

Character Portrait: Harley Williams
Harley Williams

"I'm the 'Got Ions?' guy you've been hearing so much about."

Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod
Ulrich Zod

"Kneel...I'm kidding."

Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff
Petra Maximoff

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

Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna
Anastasia Petrovna

"Every human being is a puzzle of need. You must become the missing piece, and they will tell you anything."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff
Petra Maximoff

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

Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna
Anastasia Petrovna

"Every human being is a puzzle of need. You must become the missing piece, and they will tell you anything."

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson
Wren Wilson

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

Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr
Tobias Lehnsherr

"Du siehst den Wald vor lauter Baumen nicht."

Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch
Ross McCulloch

"I bet yeh will ner touch meh."

Character Portrait: Khyree Bishop-Smith
Khyree Bishop-Smith

"Never asked for none of this..."

Character Portrait: Frankie Parker
Frankie Parker

"Have no fear... Franken-Spider is here!"

Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod
Ulrich Zod

"Kneel...I'm kidding."

Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance
Gwen Queen-Lance

"You heard mum's Canary Call, wanna hear my Siren Scream?"

Character Portrait: Riley Barton
Riley Barton

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


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