As I look around, then notice the other people, it seems like some are sleeping and some are looking around like me. Reaching up, I begin rub the mask I wear. Investigating to see if anyone tried removing it, I conclude that no one has. Standing up, I walk over to the airplane sized bathroom, and knock. I hear something fall over and a groan, so I walk back over to my seat and look at the person across from me "Hey, what is your name?"

James merely glanced at the girl across from him, but kept his hood up, which shadowed his face. "James..." was all he said, when she asked him his name. He simply kept his hood up and his head down, not wanting to deal with others.

"Cool. I'm… Gwen, I guess. Not sure to be honest, do we use our secret identity names or the name the public uses?" Looking at 'James' I begin to wonder what his backstory was. When Nick contacted Peter and had him bring me to a meeting at SHIELD headquarters, there were files on different people. I think… there was James… and the other name written there was… Lord of Blades? Hmmm, strange name… I think to myself, then give 'James' a weird look "Lord of Blades? Is that your hero name?" After asking, I realize that everyone in the plane can hear me, and might begin to wonder why someone wearing a mask and hiding her face, would know much about anyone else here.

((I forgot to mention, but there's a reason he keeps his left eye covered with his hair)) "Yeah...I didn't choose it. People started calling me that after an incident...so it stuck..." James didn't speak very loudly, but he spoke loudly enough to make sure that she heard him. "You're known as Spiderwoman or White Widow, right...?"

"Or Spidergirl… I can't decide on a name… I actually only came up with one of them. Pe-I mean Spiderman came up with Spiderwoman. As for White Widow, just don't call me that, please." I turn to the window next to me, watching the clouds go by outside. Its evident you have had something happen, and I personally don't want to talk about my incident, so I don't ask about your's. "Anyways, why did Fury choose you for the team?"

533 could hear the other two talking behind her. During her briefing she was told to try and have an open mind. They could be a team some day. The whole idea was not the most appealing in her mind. Trust issues was definitely a large obstacle for her.

"Or Spidergirl… I can't decide on a name… I actually only came up with one of them. Pe-I mean Spiderman came up with Spiderwoman. As for White Widow, just don't call me that, please." I turn to the window next to me, watching the clouds go by outside. Its evident you have had something happen, and I personally don't want to talk about my incident, so I don't ask about your's. "Anyways, why did Fury choose you for the team?"

James simply nodded when she said not to call her White Widow. "I don't know why he chose me, honestly...I've tried to stay off the radar for awhile," he said. "But of course shield found me anyways. And it's probably because of my power that he chose me...I can...summon weapons at will..."

Turning to the girl who hadn't talked much, though from the way she was looking around, seemed awake so I decide to ask her the same question as I started with James, "What about you, who are you and why did the great an powerful Eyepatch choose you?" I watch the girl, she seems untrusting, not good when this 'team' doesn't know each other. "Wow, at least your power is unique, all my powers and abilities are stolen from Spiderman. And my face is that of a dead woman, that was once Spiderman's girlfriend…" I say, keeping an eye on the girl as I look at James. I leave out the part where I have both of their personalities warring in my head.

Taking a moment to realize she was being spoken to 533 turned around in her seat. The great and powerful Eyepatch huh? That was actually funny and it brought a smirk to her face. "I like that name for Fury. You should call him that to his face some time." It was a decent way to break the ice. Not being a particular fan of Fury anyway it fit right in with her opinion. "Eyepatch probably just wants to keep an eye on me. So long as he holds up his end of the deal then it doesn't matter why. Just call me 533." The girl kept going and the smirk died. "You like spilling your guts don't you?"

"Not really, just wanting to get to know the people I am going to train with, and how do you think I addressed him when he first talked to me? I didn't know he was leader of SHIELD…or maybe I did, I'm not sure." I look around once more, then finally ask the question I have been needing an answer to since we got here. "Are we there yet?"

James sighed. "Do you ever stop talking...?" He put down his hood, and quickly brushed his hair to the side slightly so it covered his left eye. If they were paying attention, though, they'd have caught a glimpse of what seemed like gold just before his hair covered it.

Pointing at James in agreement 533 turned to face forward and leaned back in her seat. One thing was for sure, the amenities SHIELD offered were worlds better than anything she'd had from the Facility. They were definitely something to take advantage. It might even make up for the nescience of training.

"Nope, I have been told I talk in my sleep. Please tell me one thing though. Why would you want me to stop talking? I was cooped up in a lab my entire life. I got free and now, after a couple months, I get taken into a team with others, and most importantly…I have been assessing both of you, since thats how I was trained. I keep you talking, I study your features, I study your reactions to what I say. For example, I have noticed that 533 doesn't seem to be very trustworthy, and you seem to think I am wasting your time." I stand up and walk back to the bathroom, this time the door is open, so I step inside and close the door, locking it.

Though they wouldn't see it 533 rolled her eyes. After Gwen had gone she threw her arms in the air and waved them about and with a sarcastic tone said. "Gee, knowing she's going to read into every little detail totally makes me want to tell my life story." Okay, perhaps she judged too soon on the training deal.

Taking off my mask, I stare at myself, "I hate this…why did I even agree to this? Its stupid. I know Peter said it would give me an opportunity to start my own life, but thats a lie. But not from him, from Fury. I can't believe that Fury thinks he can stick us on a remote island, and set us loose. I read the files, he doesn't have a planned extraction date, or visiting days. Then again, I'm probably the only one who would get to see someone. This is that damn lab all over again…" Punching the mirror, the shatter can be heard by whoever is listening carefully, though if they aren't paying attention, then they wouldn't hear. Putting my mask back over the stolen face, I sit down, waiting a few minutes before exiting.

Though they wouldn't see it 533 rolled her eyes. After Gwen had gone she threw her arms in the air and waved them about and with a sarcastic tone said. "Gee, knowing she's going to read into every little detail totally makes me want to tell my life story." Okay, perhaps she judged too soon on the training deal.

James yawned. "Yep," he said, before leaning back in his seat and trying to relax. "Knowing the way S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tests go, though, the test has probably already started to see which of us that were invited are actually suitable."

"I really wish they had a meat buffet hear." Jason's voice was rather...bored as he walked down the lane of the plane, hands resting in his pockets. The tall, leanly muscular young man wore what appeared to be a white, half unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, with a half-unzipped gray hoodie over that, and a black leather jacket over that. Worn dark jeans and dark sneakers completed the casual, yet practical look. His skin was rather pale, and his nearly glowing blue eyes had a bit of redness around them - possibly from some sort of insomnia. His rather curly, yet tamed, dark brown hair was normal as well - overall, he appeared to be just a regular, albeit slightly intimidating young man, wearing casual street clothing. No one would suspect that he was a hero or villain. As he got closer to the others, Jason stopped, and tilted his head, the biomass inside of his brain lending exponential strength to his ear canals. The sound of a girl murmuring to herself in the bathroom, glass shattering, and the breathing of another two teenagers sitting down nearby the bathroom. With a shrug, the bored-looking teenager continued to walk, entering the small room on the private jet. "Hey." he said simply, raising one hand before sitting down a bit aways from the others. He leaned back, and promptly took out a black phone. Within seconds, he began to type, seemingly ignoring the others for now. Inwardly, however, was a different story. Unknown to anyone, a small, flesh-like red tentacle formed from his shoulder, a small, insect-like eyeball on the tip. It observed them without blinking, even as Jason flipped the phone to some sort of game that the occasional 'flap' echoed from.

Walking out of the bathroom after a little, I sit back down in my chair. I notice a man that wasn't here before. We had fallen asleep before, Fury probably used knock out gas so that we wouldn't be awake the entire flight. Sitting down, I look at the TVs, according the schedule that was in the files…our first test was suppose to begin soon. But the files didn't say what the test was, just like Fury not to trust a piece of paper…

Halle had been sitting quietly for awhile, her eyes averting to the window so that she could watch the sky. The young girl sighed and leaned back in her seat, relaxing as she placed her headphones over her ears and listened to soothing music. She tapped her fingers on the side of her phone as she scrolled through the contents of her phone, finding something to do to pass the time. She refused to talk to others, partly because they were all rather shady, and mostly because she wasn't very willing to make any new acquaintances. The girl brushed aside loose strands of black hair and simply closed her eyes, her feet shifting as she got into a comfortable position.

Taylor stands in the middle of the runway, her wings spread out behind her like white flags. She looks through the eyes of her masks and notices the plane in the distance. Of course, it is not as close as it seems to her, for her eyesight is better than the average human's. She looks to her left and right and notices the SHIELD agents standing next to her. She sighs and tucks a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She blinks slowly, looking up at the plane again. Judging from the distance, they still looked to be a good ways away possibly. But her eyes have fooled her before. She draws her bow and begins to polish the blue rim.