January 19, 2016

The second half of the school year had just began. Classes were back in session. The Tomorrow Academy of course accommodated those who could not return home with living quarters year round and those that could go home would be allowed as per a proper school schedule. Captain America, or Steve Rogers as he now went by, wanted the students, adult and children alike, to keep some semblance of normality in all factions of life if at all possible. Still, their schooling in many cases were much less than normal. For example, the students were put into two or three different groups depending on multiple factors. In the first case, age and grade level were considered. Adults and children alike would both still need schooling up to a point. After high school education they were given the right to choose, although urged to put the resources at their disposal to good use.

Secondly, the students would be groups into small "teams" for things such as combat and field training. Age wasn't so much a factor in this case. Things taken into heavier considering would be behavior, experience, skills and abilities. The groups would be more or less composed of individuals who could compliment or at least stand to learning something from one another. Finally, there were living arrangements. So many things came into play here it took the most time. Typically students would have at least one or two adults, sometimes three, to watch over and report to members of the stuff. Then any children would be placed thereafter. Gender, behavior, personality, age, social standing, tolerance, and a multitude of other factors would have to be considered for each and every person.

Still, each of those things wouldn't matter today to those who would be continuing their time here at the academy. The staff would handle that, some of them anyway, the students who had their group met again. This is where our story begins to take focus. One group in particular was meant to be meeting. They'd had various teachers over the past year, but as was customary they would be shifting again. Today they would be under the tutelage of Peter Parker, better known to the world as Spider-Man.

"Okay Web-head. No need to panic. It's only the first day back. It's fine for students to be late." He said as he paced back and forth along the ceiling of the "Danger Room." One of a few training buildings on the campus. It had been adapted, like the others, from the one Charles Xavier had once used in training his X-Men before joining Steve Rogers and the Tomorrow Academy. With a few innovations courtesy of Tony Stark in collaboration with Hank McCoy, Reed Richards and a medley of others, including Spider-Man himself, this state of the art training facility would be the first meeting place of the day. At least, it would be now. Peter wanted to gauge his students abilities. However, it was something of a last minute change and he hadn't had ample time to distribute the message. Thus, it was understandable some would head to their usual classroom as others got sidetracked. Still, how would it reflect on him if this was his first class.

"They'll be here." He reassured himself as he rolled his neck, the oddity of the scene and his position on the ceiling neither bothering him or striking him as something that might not quite be ordinary in the minds of the students. Still, he could have been counting his blessings. This was his first class and nothing big that could qualify for field training was going down. Which meant, unless everything changed in the blink of an eye, he didn't have to worry. And with the class not quite on time, nobody's fault, partially his, he could review the roster. Which he would have done had it not been torched during his last big superhero-villain brawl with the hobgoblin and for some reason The Punisher. He was tempted to let them duke it out, but the collateral damage wasn't something he could just leave. So he put an end to it. The Hobgoblin was behind bars, for now, and Punisher... Well... "Can't believe he got away..." He groaned facepalming as he continued to speak to himself.

Damon slowly made his way to the training facility. He had quite the day already, being shown his room and such since this is the first time he has been here. All the interaction had him with his wings slightly ruffled. That along with being lost once or twice caused for the rather irritated look on his face. Part of him wondered who else would be here and the other part was wondering why he was even here.

For someone so big, he moved with near silence. That being said, he entered the facility and made no move to say anything. Rather, he chose to observe his teacher whom was pacing and muttering to himself. He tilted his head as he watched for a few moments.

The moments passed and he moved into view of Peter and stood with his arms in front of him. His wings were folded, not tightly, but rather more loose. He tilted his head as he waited for Peter to say something.

@Demon Shinobi

Half a minute after Damon, the facility was visited by yet another pupil - a ginger boy in his early teens, clad into a kid-sized conservative white tie-style suit complemented by a ridiculous top hat and a massive cane. His black polished shoes produced loud noise as he energetically walked towards his new mentor, completely disregarding of the mighty winged humanoid in the same room.
"Hello, mister Parker!" - His voice was incredibly jolly and energetic, unusually so for a person who is about to start studying - "Are you here to greet us in our first day at the academy? What is the theme of today's lesson?"

This school was like a maze, after 10 minutes of walking around he had finally found what he thought to be the training facility he was told to attend. As he entered through the doors he noticed he was not the first to make it. There were 3 others, a human male with wings, a sharply gressed red haired male and finally Peter Parker aka the Amazing Spiderman. He admired many of the Heros that have come to teach at this school and though it wasn't the Hulk, his admiration did not change. He had come to this school to be a hero, that had will will not change. His feet klunked against the metal as he made his way to the rest of the students.

Yet again, Alana found herself late due to the time it took to load up her gadgets. Technically she should have a few sets always prepared, but usually leaving the responsibility for later looked far more charming.

Either way, she moved across the halls and finally found her way into the room. She was so amazed at the sights of the technology created by brilliant minds like Stark, Reed Richards, and McCoy that she barely noticed her colleagues or even mister Parker at first.

Rick was going to be the next one in after the winged wonder, but a call to nature made him come back way down the line. He was wearing his 'Texan tuxedo' of wool-lined denim jacket with blue jeans over a sky blue cotton shirt. Under his left arm was a rolled up bundle of some kind, a yellowish brown cloth with bits of reflective tape. He took off his hat with his right hand out of respect and gave a bit of a wave before putting it back in place.
He nodded to those gathered and dropped the bundle. It hit the ground with a *Thuffnk* heavier than even the thick cloth would imply. He put a booted foot on the fabric to try and prevent investigation and leaned on his raised knee with crossed forearms. Those of a perceptive nature would see the trim of leather under his left armpit and around the back of his neck.

Biting on the end of her pen, Gwen watched as dozens of spiders started making various webs around her own single web, working together. Writing it down in one of her many journals, looking back she failed to hear the knock at her door, followed by her name. This time banging, Gwen fell from the ceiling, suddenly surprised and quickly jumped to the door, opening the door a little to see a girl with her arms crossed. "I have like five more hours don't I?" looking back at the clock in her room.

"Gwen you have said that every single time i've come to tell you that you need to get ready for class. You quite literally said and i quote "Hey i'm probably gunna procrastinate, i need you to be on my ass today, I cant miss class this semester"" she tapped her foot as Gwen started to move the door to let the girl in, moving back mountains of journals, books and papers, Gwen left the door open and quickly grabbed a small bag to take to the class and put her cloths in when she was ready for combat training.

"I dont remember saying that, but thank you, you dont be late either, i know you have a class in" checking her phone quickly "about two minutes, so get going, dont worry about me, besides Peter is teaching the class today, so even if im late, i should be able to talk my way out of it" the girl laughed and shook her head "Thanks again!" she got a no problem, before the girl disappeared from view. Swinging the bag over her should, she grabbed her mask off her desk, looking around and making sure she had everything, before closing her door and quickly making her way towards the class. Upon arriving, she saw that she also wasn't the only one running a little late and gave a sigh of relief, starting to take off her hoodie and sweatpants, revealing she was wearing her suit under. She folded her cloths and put it in the small backpack, before standing next to Peter "Mr.Parker, looking as dashing as ever I see? How ya doing Petey" saying the last part a little quieter as to not come off disrespectful in front of the other students, though if you knew the type of relationship that Peter and Gwen had prior and currently, then that instantly clear up any confusion about the way she acted towards him.

Just like that, they began to enter. One after another. He was clad in his Spider-Man uniform as was to be expected. Even though he was on duty as a teacher he was first and still a superhero, and these were potential heroes in training. Shortly after the entrance of the first student he dropped from the ceiling to the floor and removed his mask. "Right. Hi. Hey. Morning. I'll keep it short til we're all here." He more or less awkwardly greeted each student as they entered. He should have been more prepared, but he wasn't. He sighed and scratched his head. He would wait until the class had fully assembled before he got into anything serious as he'd said.

Soon enough, the final member would arrive, much to his surprise. He took a breath and stepped away with a chuckle before clearing his throat. "Alright! So it's looks like everyone is here." He said as he head his mask tightly in his hand. If nothing else, at least he had a friend here, not that he could be too open about that. After all, he had to remain an impartial and fair teacher. To a degree anyway. "I ran into some trouble in preparing for the class and initially I wasn't supposed to start until next week. But... Your original first teacher this semester ran into a more... Long term predicament." He explained as vaguely as possible as was required when it came to high scale operations or personal things. Still, one thing was a little off with him. He would need to get used to a place where so many people knew his identity. It was an area of trust after all. Free from the government and public eye, but open within the confines of the school.

"So, I was thinking you guys could help me out. As with any first class, I want to start with introductions." He began officially as he turned towards the computer console which would control the danger room and simulations. "I want each of you to introduce yourselves and talk a little bit about yourself and your abilities. It doesn't have to be anything big. Just a bit to put yourself out there." He said as he turned back to the group while the machinery began to start up and he leaned back against the console. After that, he'd use what he learned to set up a simulation for each individual student. "I want to learn about you all and then I want to test you all. So start getting mentally prepared, but don't forget to listen to each other and give yourselves the proper respect you deserve." Hopefully he was doing an alright job. It wasn't like teaching a normal class. He was probably more nervous than he'd been his first day ever teaching anyone, noted by a glance at Gwen, though he didn't allow that look to linger.

Rick nodded and unrolled his brownish yellow bundle; revealing a NYFD getup he started suiting into while he talked as well as a chunk of black rock. He removed his denim jacket that indeed revealed an armpit holster under his left arm with some sort of handcannon tucked into its cradle. As he put on the overclothes, he began his sharing.

"Pleasure to meet y'all, my name is Richard and you can call me Rick. But..." As casually as he can, he picks up the two handed chunk on asfault he got from some streetwork outside. White skin turned black as the properties of the tar and stone absorbed into his outermost layer. He gained a foot to his height and the floor under him groaned in contest. "Somehow I think 'Brick' is going to be my nickname."

He watched as the first student made his introduction. Brick he called himself a suiting name. He looked quite capable and quite strong. He had not wanted to fall behind so he decided to make his introduction next. He took a deep breath. To be honest he was very nervous. It took almost of 2 years of showing his adoptive parents to send him here. That he could control himself and the urge. "My name is William Amaquelin and I'm..." A crimson glow emanated and soon enveloped his entire body. When the light died down his body was covered in blackish Crimson armor. His usual height of 5 foot 9 changed to 7 foot 1. The armor looked nothing like Cain Marko's. It looked more animal, demonic even. "...And I'm the current Juggernaut. Please teach me well."

Third pupil stepped up, seemingly unimpressed by the witnessed displays of power and looked his new mentor in the eye. His gaze was cold and emotionless, his expression blank and a slightest bit unnerving to see on such a young face. After briefly but so very carefully examining the face of his teacher - it felt like boy's eyes were like cold and vicious knives, dissectinv everything they looked at - young man took off his ridiculous top hat and gave Spiderman a curt little bow before introducing himself properly:
"I'm Ferrer Nethaniah Böhm. I am very smart and I have a knack for... people. I know what they feel and what makes them tick. I've used this power to do a lot very bad things to many people. I'd like to never do that again."
Spiderman probably read this little fella's file beforehand. It's not like bad childhood was unusual for mutants, but this guy was a special snowflake - a metahuman-supremacist community got to him before anyone else did and Ferrer spent almost six years of his life effortlessly talking people into eating their children alive in order to prove some bullshit point. Boy seemed pretty cool about it though and took the whole rehab idea with great enthusiasm.

Damon watched a few of the others step forward and remained quiet. He did not know how to feel about being around people, but he had to give it a shot. He slowly stepped forward and inhaled before speaking. "My name is Damon." his thick Russian accent made an appearance. The low back of his shirt allowed his wings to spread out fully. Those facing his back would even be able to see where they connect into his body.

His wing feathers ruffled for a moment before he folded them back loosely against his back. He took a few moments to think of the words before he spoke again. "I am also strong and can heal" He looked embarrassed at he he talked before the look was swept away and he returned to his spot. He was bilingual, but English was clearly second to Russian for him.

Chance awoke with a start, breathing deeply as he sat up. The room was dimly lit and many ice packs were applied to various parts of himself, though this didn't seem to help much with the shooting pains he was experiencing in his muscles and deep, intense, pounding pain that he was experiencing in his skull, no doubt a result of last nights flux. He clambered out of his bed, brushing off the many ice packs before popping two Advil, sipping from a water bottle on his bedside table. Today was the day, the day that he was supposed to start at the academy. He had been looking forward to this day for a long while, though as much as he wanted to be happy, he just couldn't seem to think about much other than the fact his first class started in twenty minutes, he still needed to get ready, the fact that it would take him a good twenty to twenty-five minutes to get there, even with how fast he was now able to go on his disc, not to mention the intense pain he was experiencing. The fact of the matter is, he was going to be late. Very late.

He saw no reason to rush as he was going to be late inevitably, and his moving too quickly would most likely only increase his pain. Not that he didn't think it mattered if he was late, and he definitely didn't want to make a bad impression, it was just he felt that if he was already going to be late, there was no reason in him decreasing his chances of his headache going away. So he grumbled and grumbled, dragging himself to the shower, rinsing off the dirt and grime from last nights practicing, the warm water alleviating some of the ache in his muscles and calming the thumping in the skull. After he dressed himself and packed up his gear he grabbed his large duffle bag and said goodbye to his father, though they didn't live that far from the academy he and his father both had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't be seeing too much of each other in the upcoming year.

Chance hopped onto his disc and made his way down to the academy, earning more than a few glares and snickers respectively from passing staff and students alike, no doubt for the fact that was was nearly an hour late. Chance was quickly shown his living quarters for the upcoming year, where he threw his bag onto the bed before nearly slamming the door to rush down to where he was told his first class of the year.

Chance rushed down the halls, positively bursting through the door as soon as he reached his "classroom", not wanting to waste another second. "Hi all! I'm Chance, pleased to meet you, Sorry I'm late!" He said, in a rushed, loud and nearly incomprehensible tone before taking a spot a bit aways from everyone else, letting out a deep sigh and a quick shake of the head, hoping to not have made too bad a first impression.

Peter listened to everyone carefully. He would have to look into their files later to get a better idea. He was new himself after all and hadn't been notified of his coming duties until just recently. Even then, he should have had enough time to get his shit together, but with Spider-Man work and other points of his life... All excuses aside, his entire world would typically just about completely screw him over and drive him to his death if he were anybody else. He could handle this just like he handled everything else. Still, he liked what he was seeing. He had been in the game a long time and he knew that anybody could have been a hero.

Still looking over the team of students he would be leading, one stood out as a bit more... Fragile. They'd probably need some sort of small body armor, exoskeleton or something... Sure the kid could work wonders on the human mind, but given some of the psychopaths or strong will baddies he had seen Peter knew full well that this wouldn't always be a good course of action. Hey! Look at that. Barely on the job two weeks and he was already formulating a pseudo lesson plan for one of his students.

Soon another student would burst in, and after Peter explained why it was okay to be late today and what he needed to do, he had the class reintroduce themselves quickly for Chance's and his own sake. However, this time he had activated the computer and was beginning to rapidly enter data and information. "Alright, starting with Brick, as he so humbly decided, I'll run a test or two for each of you. It'll be a small simulation to see how you act under pressure and it'll also serve to test your limits in a situation where you may not be comfortable or able to act without hesitation." He said simply before turning back to the class as he leaned back against the console. "Any questions?"

The simulations would play out as follows:
1) Brick - A simulation of super villain The Rhino would be rampaging, fleeing from the police. He would seem on the verge of collapse and easy to take down, however, there would be a building he'd smashed into crumbling over innocent civilians. Brick would have to decide. Let the villain escape or save the civilians. It was possible they wouldn't die. There would likely only be a few injuries as far as the simulation played out. It was also possible law enforcement could handle and manage to subdue this incarnation of the Rhino. There were no definites on either fronts. Brick would be left to make the choice himself. Chase the villain or save the civvies.

2) Juggernaut - A simulation of a rampaging Red Hulk. He would relentlessly and strategically attack the young would be Juggernaut and force him to fight back. The problem? They would be in a populated area with innocent bystanders around. Would he try to lead the red behemoth away or attempt to immobilize him before any real damage can be done? With the soldier's mind he could probably guess the tactic if the young hero wasn't discreet in his plan. Thus, he would need to be careful, and could possibly lose control of himself. A test of mind, body and will.

3) Damon - For Damon, it was a slightly simpler test. He would go about a sort of aerial obstacle course. However, the idea would be hard hitting all the same. He was carrying a bomb. He could try and get it out over the ocean, or up away from civilization. Still, he'd be attacked by enemies on all sides. Maneuverability, skill, judgement, the qualities of a hero, just like the others he would be tested.

4) Chance - A power plant on the verge of a meltdown. Sparks flying everywhere, and workers filling the halls. Stop the meltdown? Evacuate and contain? Evacuated as far as possible? What would this young hero do?

5) Bad Boy - Finally, a hostage situation with this young man among the hostages. A small group of men. The leader clearly crazy. Talk the crazy man down? Find a way to access his weapons and stun them? Will he put himself and the other people at risk? Will he simply end lives? How would he work through this?

Brick found himself suddenly in the middle of the city on a sunny day. He barely had time to be disoriented as he heard the thudding sound and felt the vibration in the ground beneath his feet. He took a slow measured sweep around his environment when he saw the Grey behemoth tearing down the street with cops in persuit. He started to charge in an intercept course when he saw the animal tear through a wall to cut a corner off his persuit.

When the building started to crumble, there was no decision in his mind as he closed in and dove to cover the mother and child. If the rhino was flagging, the police could follow him from a safe distance. Yes, taking down the rhino could save more people, but this was a definite over a potential possibility.

The rooms interior began to shine and change. William had gone from an almost empty room to the middle of Times Square. In his juggernaut form he was taller than most. "Whether in real life or virtual reality people will always stare huh?" He said a light chuckle followed by a large boom.
He didn't even need to see who it was he could feel it, the heat being edited from the Red Hulks body. The technology that made this simulation was amazing, it tapped into his five senses and even managed to copy the heat signature from the red hulk.
He always thought he would be taller, but actually they stood on equal height. Maybe this him when he first started? Either way they maybe the same height but red hulk was the victor when it came to muscle. His body was compact, brimming with power. He lifted a taxi cab and through it at William like a soft ball. Thankfully he managed to catch it without anyone getting hurt. "I would have preferred to do this another way but..." He said placing the taxi down "You leave me no choice. You may look like him but your far from being the hulk." The virtual red hulk seemed to snear and ran toward him, William did the same and charged

Damon looked around the simulation he was in then at the bomb in his hands. He shot into the air and started heading toward the ocean...not long after enemies am started attacking. He did many aerial moves to avoid the attacks and focus on getting the bomb away from people. He kept going, dodging and soaring to get that bomb as far away as possible.

When he made it to the ocean he shot upwards. He wanted to make sure the blast didn't hit anyone. He then threw it upwards where it blew up. he got hit by some of the blast which sent him whirling into the water, but he felt that he accomplished the goal.

Chance wove his hand in front of his face, momentarily shielding his closed eyes from the intense white light that was now bathing the room, before long white turned to red, and the momentary silence grew into the deafening roar of an alarm accompanied by screaming. His eyes shot open, blinking a few times as he adjusted to his new surroundings. He shifted his head from side to side, his eyes darting around to take in the new environment, it was then that Chance realized where he was, and it was also at this point that Chance took note of the automated voice issuing commands over the loud-speaker.

"Please stay calm, and make your way to the nearest exit immediately. This is not a drill." The voice said over the speaker, again and again. Chance closed his eyes, concentrating. There was no way he could get all these people far enough away before full fission was completed, so instead he decided upon (hopefully) stopping the meltdown. Chance reached out his hands, brushing them on a nearby wall, he closed his eyes tighter, focusing as much as he could with all the commotion around him, he could feel the metal around him, he could differentiate the steel from the iron, the iron from the alloy, the alloy from the copper ETC. He could sense the disturbances in the Electromagnetic field, allowing him to locate exactly where the central reactor is as well as exactly how to get there.

Chance rushed down the halls as quickly as possible, hoping to make it in time before the rods began to melt, or even worse, before full fission was achieved and.. Chance shook his head, trying not to let himself think of that possibility, even though this was only a simulation, it felt very much real, and shook him to the core. Chance finally made his way to the central reactor's core, once he was there his fear turned to reality and his heart dropped, fear threatening to take him over. He let out deep breath, hardening his resolve, and set to work. The rods were already beginning to pool at the bottom of the reactor's core which meant that Chance had no way of pushing the coolant into the core to cool it, therefore he had no way of stopping the meltdown, but it wasn't too late yet. The rod's still had their outlining to the core, which just meant that Chance had to give the outline a solid to surround it, something for the coolant to pass through. 'Okay.. Something solid.. I can do that.' Chance thought to himself, straightening out his hand, he began to strip off steel and alloy from the surrounding metal platforms. He wrapped the steel around the outlining of the rods, layer after layer he piled on, hoping the lining would be thick enough to give the coolant enough time to pass through before it's acidic property completely chewed through the metal.

Once this was done Chance rushed to the control panel and slammed his hand onto the button, releasing the coolant into the core. Chance froze for a second before his face contorted into that of a huge grin. He did it! his hand shot up in a triumphant manner and he let out a deep breathe he hadn’t realized he was holding. But wait, he didn’t seem to notice any difference in, well, anything. Why was that? His head whipped around to the control panel, it took him a moment, but he finally looked down to the bottom of the panel, which was completely thrashed. Why? He didn’t really have time to question. Chance’s heart dropped and his mind raced, looking for a solution to his newfound obstacle. Chance looked at the core, without the control panel to open the inner valves, he wasn’t sure what to do, and the core was growing closer and closer to complete fission by the second.

He could use his localized energy blasts to pop open the valves, but he wasn’t sure that was such a great idea so close to a nuclear reactor. He could also open up the containment zone and open them from the inside, but the small room was flooded with enough radiation to kill a herd of African elephants in a matter of minutes, there’s no way he’d last in there long enough to even think about opening a valve.

No, the valves were made out of some kind of specialized metal alloy, he could feel it. He could usually open them no problem, but with such a heavy cloud of radiation interfering with the electromagnetic field, not to mention a large sheet of materials between him and the valves, he wasn’t sure he could do it. But, he had to try. No, he had to do it. Yes, that’s what he told himself, again and again. He closed his eyes and concentrated solely on the valves, he focused on the way the metal felt, it didn’t feel like steel, nor, iron, or anything else around him. He focused on how different they felt than everything else. Yes, he could feel them, stronger and stronger they were until finally... Pop! His eyes shot open as the coolant began to rush into the core.
Chance let out a deep sigh, breathing heavily for a moment, a small smile growing on his face.