Sam walked towards a corner of the room. He hoped the girl followed him. He turned around to her. "I assume that you don't need to change?" He said with a smile, looking at her armor. He got his white backpack a little bit more towards himself. He wondered if the girl noticed him carrying it around the whole time. Then he realised he didn't know the girl's name yet. "I totally forgot to ask you, but what is your name?"

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Cocking her eyebrow, Jennifer follows the boy into a corner. "Yeah, I don't need to change. And I'm not gonna stay here to watch you change, if that's what you wanted me in the corner for." She begins to laugh happily. It was good to be with someone she could crack a joke with, a change for the better. Though no matter how much this guy appeared to be friendly, she wasn't sure that she could trust him. No matter how friendly anyone appeared, she still feared for her life. "Just call me Noir," She says, tilting her head. "What is your name?"

Sam activated his earpiece again, while walking a few steps back. "I'm not really going to 'change' into my suit, I just activate it. Sirjav, please activate the armored rogue protocol." Sam's backpack began to buzz. Sam spread his arms and legs. "And the name is Sam. Sam Stark." Suddenly, Sam's backpack began to unfold. It started to cover up all of Sam's body. First his arms, then his legs. After that what remained of the backpack moved over his head, creating his chestplate, and his hood. A V shaped visor then moved out of the hood, making the helmet complete. On his back were the two machine guns hanging down. "Well, what do you think?" He asked Noir, turning around and showing off his armor. It was the first time he wore it again since he showed his mom and dad his armor, aside from the few times he needed to modify it.

Jennifer gave a whistle of appreciation. Immediately, she recognized the style, and the name. Sam Stark.. Must be the son of Tony Stark. Especially with that armour. "Damn, I wish my stuff was that cool. I doubt your suit can hold as much stuff as my armour, though." She gives a chuckle, showing him only a few of the spots she could store her arsenal of equipment. She pulled back one of her bracers, showing two pistols, folded up. Pulling up one of her shoulder plates, she showed that a pair of ammo clips were there, for what weapon, she did not expose. Lastly, she slipped on her helmet (as she would need that for the exercises anyway) and blinked several times, turning on the hud (heads-up-display) of the helmet. She selected the rear plating of her armour using precise eye movements and small whispers of commands, and it slid upwards slightly, revealing a single sub-machine gun, and a lot of room for anything additional. "I've got more stuff tucked away all over the place," She says, returning her armour to it's normal state. The pieces made clicks as they went back into place. "Though, again, your suit is amazing compared to mine." The visor of her helmet depolarized, and she smiled at Sam.

Skirting and dancing around, yet not telling us who we're supposed to face. It was an important factor to everyone here, certainly, but for her it was the key factor. Midgard was weak and far too often the battlefield for bigger wars with better players; Kat couldn't care less what some insignificant figure thought of her but she wasn't prepared to start making powerful enemies. It would appear she would have to wait however as Fury didn't seem hugely forthcoming with any information.

She looked over at Sam as he spoke of wanting to know his teammates. She gave a small smirk as she looked back to Fury, wondering if anyone else here had any more personal grievances with her father. But names didn't seem to be what Fury had in mind as he led them to the black room. She reached out and put her palm against the wall for a moment, looking about as others disappeared to the cubicles. It was easier for her to change into her 'costume' - though in truth the clothes she wore now were more likely to fit that criteria - as a gold mist began to cling to her, shifting and revealing leather and metal.

Yes, that was easy. Working with others would be harder, working well with others was an even rarer occurrence for her. That wasn't how she'd been raised or trained; trust was important, and trust was something she was severely lacking in.

Victor had just smiled warmly at Kat, Two could play the game of deception. He might have been the son of Thor but...He wasn't his father. No his heart was still much darker much colder, after all the boy had never truly been raised...his father had only ever existed to him as statues and in books. When Fury told them to get changed Victor smirked, he was almost always in his armor, it was reminiscent to his fathers...but with a more somber dark tone to the colors. He gripped Mjolnir as he waited for an order, These agents of Shield already knew he was capable, after all he was already pretty well known among the people of earth as Ozone. But working with the team was going to be tough he was going to have to take it slow.

Finnigan slicked out of the cubical, on full costume. Even his facial expression changed from a chivalrous kind modern gentleman, to a serious mercenary. Of course he was the same guy but he looked far more serious than before and slight dangerous. "Let's do this!" He muttered. He looked over at Sam and Jennifer, they seemed to be getting along well. Very well. "Without further ado, let's start the simulation." Shouted Fury. He entered a viewing chamber and cranked a lever. There, in front of them was The Brother hood of evil mutants lead by Mystique. "Prepare to meet your doom!" She said. Fining an charged at Pyro roaring, 'Pyro' instinctively fired a flame at him, which he managed to duck.

King would walk in the room as he lowers his shades an looks around.

"Sorry for being late guys ,had some business to take care of"

He says as he puts his hands in his pockets

"Everyone is changing into their costumes then ..."

he would say as his shadow slowly warped around him,causing him to transform infront of their eyes.

"We'll guys ,my name is King ,but most people usually call me Shade King.So Fury ,why is this all about ?"

He say as he throws blobs at the mutants .

"God damn it fury ,you could've warned us!"

Sam put his visor up, and smiled back. Then, the mutants came in. Sam instinctively turned his back towards Noir, knowing he could trust her guarding his back. "I think it's the best idea to each pick a target." He said to everyone, while putting his visor down again. However, Sam's target choose him. Mystique rushed at him, immediatly shooting him on sight. Sam used his armored arms to block off the shots, and rushed towards her as well. When they met halfway, Mystique made a flip in the air and tried to downwards kick Sam. Sam's fast reaction speed made him able to kick away the leg with his right one and while using this momentum to turn around, he tried kicking her in the stumach with his other leg. Mystique blocked the kick with her arms, but it was powerful enough to make her slide back a few meters.

Sam, still balancing on his right leg in the position he stood in directly after kicking, stretched his arm and made the 'come at me' gesture. Mystique was clearly pissed and came at him. "Sirjav, tell me: is this mutant a real person?" "Is that a philosophical question?" Sam laughed. "No, this is for real." On his screen, a circle targeted Mystique's head and circled a few times around it. "Sir, I can't detect the target as human or anything alike." Sam now got a sly smile on his face. "That's all I needed to know." Sam got on two feet again, and extended his blades hidden on the bottom of his armor's wrists. "Now, the fun can begin..."

Jennifer lets out a sigh, but blinks suddenly as the mutants appear. Now, isn't that convenient? The girl thinks to herself, turning to face the new foes as her visor depolarized. Sam had recommended that they each pick a target, however Jennifer thought otherwise. Two on one was better than one on one. It would mean they could take targets out of the fight faster in order to help each other. "Pistols," She says, and her armour obeys, sliding back a bracer. She grabbed both pistols in one hand, tossing one to her other as the bracer slid back into place. She begins to fire at Mystique, side-skipping so she wasn't a still target.

Fining an leaped up and rushed forwards, remains close to the ground one hand over his mouth. When he reached Pyron he leaped up and streched out his arm, jutting out the palm of his hand and catching Pyro on the stomach up to the chest. He quickly grabbed his gun and armed it with 2 blanks, then 2 real bullets. He had a crafty looking plan. Pyro grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air, intending to throw him. As he did the flight pads in Finnigan's boots activated sending pyro up with him. Pyro let go and dropped to the ground. Finnigan's dived forwards and hit him from above and purposefully missing Pyro. Those bullets were blanks. Then he fired the real stuff. One hit Pyro in the arm, the other in the shoulder. Seeing the opportunity, he lifted Pyro up the dropped him from a hight, enough to send any man into a coma. Finnigan's crouched beside him to see if he was knocked out. The image began to flicker. He was down. Finnigan then turned to the Blob.

Even though Mystique was running straight at Sam at first, she suddenly made some acrobatic moves to dodge the bullets. Sam looked at where the bullets came from, and saw Noir shooting at his target. "What are you doing? I said each their own target." Sam looked back at Mystique, only to get a fist straight to his visor, knocking him down on his back. Mystique jumped right on top of him, and in a struggle on the ground, she suddenly turned into Sam, complete with the full suit and weaponry. After they both get on their feet again, both Iron Assassins fought eachother with their blades. It was a pretty heated fight, but because of the turning around eachother, it was impossible to tell who was the real one. "Noir, you need to shoot her! I might not be able to get her on my own!" said Iron Assassin 1. "No! Don't shoot either of us!" Iron Assassin 2. The real one, which was Sam, hoped Noir would do the right thing.

As Fury signaled the beginning of the task Kat took a few steps backwards to get the best view of the room. A short ornate sword appeared in her left hand and the seemed to hold a dull light, the beginnings of a glow, which almost seemed to smoke. In a feeling that was uncomfortable and foreign to her, Kat was at a disadvantage. She was new to this realm, unaware of the powered individuals that inhabited it. So when they appeared before her she was on the whole as uniformed as before.

"Any recommendations?" She shouted out, seeing the individual with fire disappear. That was good, fire was not something she wanted to dance with.

"I'll shoot who I want! It'll be easier for both of us to take her!" Jennifer calls out, and tries to shoot again. But... There were two of him? She couldn't work out which was which. They both sounded the same, too, and she didn't know what to do, either! Don't shoot either of us? That could be a bluff. Shoot her, that might be one, or it might be the truth! She shook her head, but then suddenly thought of something. If one was fake, that meant one didn't really have armour and a suit, but the other one did, right? And the suit looked tough enough to take shots. "Hud, display damage factors," She says, before aiming one of her pistols at one Iron Assassin, the other pistol at the second. She fired both ways, dropping several bullets into both of the targets.

Suddenly the air began to smell strongly of Ozone and little crackles of static electricity sparked through the air along with everyones hair starting to frizz and stand on end. Ozone had drawn Mjolnir. His eyes turned solid blue as lightning charged through him making him look the part of thunder god. His focus was Quicksilver. Ozone came across the ground at blinding speed throwing up wind gusts as he did so, Quicksilver was fast enough to barely avoid Ozone's first strike that would have been a direct hit from Mjolnir, in an upward strike under the chin...Barely avoided it. The second one however nailed him in the gut. Ozone had lifted his knee with every bit of his might right into the speedster's rib-cage. He heard Quicksilver let out a surprised grunt but before he could even react Mjolnir had slammed into the back of his head shutting off the Quicksilver simulator, the strike had been so hard it let out a resounding crack and sent out a blast wave of energy, had it hit the real Quicksilver his head would have exploded like a water balloon.

"Kill them all"

Shade would snark at Kat as he would turn into a shadow,the shadow would travel along the floor and behind the mutants,specificly behind Blob as the shadow crawled up the Villian's back and onto his neck as Shade rematerializes onto his neck and would start strangling him.

Without saying a single word ,Shade's fingers would turn into sharp prongs ,which he would then use to shove up Blob's eyes and ears.

Kat rolled her eyes at the response. Her token effort of group work had been fulfilled, now they had no basis for criticism. Quickly noting the remaining figures not the focus of attack she fired of rapid bursts of magical energy, bright blue and one for each. She noted one of the women avoided the hit despite not seeming to look but her attention was distracted by the floor beginning to shake.

Whipping around she found the source and smiled. "Come on baby, rock my world." Kat teased as she stalked up to him before beginning to attack. She was the image of fluidity and grace, a matter-of-fact destruction, alternating between sword and magic at seemingly random. More of her attention was on her footwork than usual, as was to be expected with the floor being unsteady as it now was.

Then the floor seemed to swell up and rise like a wave, which seemed determined to crash down on her. She quickly jumped back, disappearing behind the wave for a moment before it smoothed out again. Quickly jumping up she rushed him only for him to land a heavy hit. However 'Kat' began to fade and fracture away, with Avalanche left looking on in dazed confusion. That was all the time the real Kat needed to drive the sword into his back, upon which he faded too as her illusion had before him.

While the Iron Assassins were still fighting, they suddenly got hit by bullets. Iron Assassin 1 got hit and fell down, changing into Mystique before dissapearing. However, when the bullets hit Iron Assassin 2, which was Sam, they just ricocheted off his armor, but suddenly his minigun started spinning and facing the source of the bullets, which was Noir. "Noir, get out of there, NOW!" Sam could yell at her before the gun started firing. "Sirjav, cancel the Fast Response protocol, double time!" "Sorry, sir, but the protocol can't be deactived while it's being used." Sam almost growled. "Fudge, I need to override it." Sam casted a holographic keyboard on his screen, and started typing on it. "Hang on, Noir, I'm fixing this!"

Shade would see the Iron Assasin losing control at Noir ,and he had and idea as Blob was still not dead and was Blind and deaf .Shade would steer the Mutant infront of Noir .

"Talk about a flesh shield ey?"

HE would snark as he used his shades to bind blob's feet to the ground.