Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy

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The Academy's courtyard was a sight to behold; a shockingly pristine lawn of cleanly cut grass, rows of well-trimmed hedges lining the sides of the building, as if forming a plant-based barrier. Beyond that were plenty of benches around the front, for those wishing to spend their off-time relaxing in the sun, soaking in the views of Queens, and then, the crowning jewel of the courtyard. It was a massive statue that showed off many, many different Avengers, from Iron Man to the Hulk and everyone in-between, serving as a monument to the achievements of this monumental team. Below it was a silver plaque that simply read as follows;



Professor Hulk was awkwardly seated in one the nearby benches, fidgeting with clear nervous energy unbefitting his stature. Standing beside him was War Machine, who gave a passing glance to the green giant. "...You still worried? I think it's a bit late for that." A heavy sigh was his only answer at first, before Hulk finally spoke. "I would be more concerned if I wasn't. There's a lot riding on this; on whether we can really help them become their best selves." Rhodey was still a bit uncomfortable speaking to such a formal-sounding Hulk, even after all this time. "Yeah, I get it. I wanna believe all these kids will get what they need here, but if they don't..." War Machine left the comment lingering between the both of them. They both knew the answer to that possibility, and it wasn't one they wanted to think about.

Eventually, it was the Professor who broke the silence again, looking at a board that appeared comically small in comparison to his proportions, a smile alighting his face. "Well, at the very least, it's a colorful sort. Even the young lady you met signed up, it seems." Hulk turned, expecting some kind of positive reaction, but was a bit surprised to see that War Machine's idling seemed to gain its own nervous edge at the claim. "If I can be real with you, Bann-er, Hulk? That girl makes me nervous. Like a younger Tony." He had to catch himself mid-sentence; another thing he still hadn't grown fully accustomed to was referring to him as Professor Hulk. It was hard to imagine Bruce and the Hulk finally putting aside their differences, but, well...The proof was in front of him. Speaking of him, he gave a bit of a laugh at the comparison, though it also had a nervous edge to it. "Fair enough, but...You ARE the one who brought her on board." "Cause the alternative is her getting nabbed up by A.I.M. and making black hole guns or something."

That got a good chuckle out of the both of them, before Hulk returned to a stoic, yet notably yet anxious look, casually flipping through the multitude of pages pinned to his board. "I've already gotten some calls and e-mails about a good few students who won't be able to make it to this first day. At the very least, it means we'll have a more manageable first day." Hearing that, War Machine turned directly towards him, and despite his metal face completely lacking in emotions, you could almost feel the glare he was sending. "...Hulk, haven't we been around the block enough to know you never say stuff like that? Now I bet there'll be some HYDRA attack or something crazy." For his part, Hulk merely rolled his eyes. Surely nothing that extreme would happen today. So instead, he eagerly faced the front of the school, its gates open wide for the presumably approaching student body.

The Professor knew it would difficult for many of them. Sure, there was a guarantee that their personal identities would be kept strictly confidential in the school grounds, but having known more than a few heroes who preferred their secrecy, he understood it would be no small ask of them to be so open. That, and the fact that they'd be living on school grounds; many of them were around high school age, so the concept wouldn't seem too foreign to most of them (assuming they had been planning to go to college, at least), but that would also inevitably bring its own complications, whether it be them clashing against fellow dormmates, or even something as intrinsic as the idea of staying somewhere for so long. Some of these kids certainly hadn't had the best lives before this, but Hulk was confident in making the school a safe place for all of them....

That train of thought was promptly broken by a small explosion on one of the higher levels of the Academy, shattering the glass windows as an obnoxious voice rang out. "Man, who knew making chimichangas with lab equipment could be so hard?!" Hulk gave a defeated look to War Machine, who merely nodded. "...Yeah, I'll get him. Again. How the hell does he keep sneaking in without tripping the security...?" Now left to his own devices as his fellow Avenger and teacher went to go handle the permanent human barnacle that had attached himself to their estate, Hulk looked on with anticipation. Soon enough, the students would arrive....

Izkry spent most of the taxi ride glued to the window. He'd seen Prime Tower in Zurich, of course, but it was less than a third the height of the tallest building in New York. Even the Roche Towers were tiny in comparison. And there were so many skyscrapers! Switzerland had very few buildings more than a hundred meters tall, and New York had hundreds! It was insane, and he said as much to Belasý. She just shrugged. All the tall buildings had her feeling very small, and it wasn't a feeling she liked. She felt small enough on a normal basis; she didn't need the feeling reinforced.

The taxi rolled to a stop outside a short, squat building with a large courtyard bordered by hedges. "Here we are. Avengers Academy," said the driver. "You gonna need help with your luggage?"

"If you would help us get it out of the trunk, we'd appreciate it," Izkry replied. Each sibling had a large suitcase filled with most of the things they'd need for their stay, and a backpack each. Izkry also had his guitar; Belasý, her favorite rifle -- both in cases. The pair disembarked and with the driver's help in short order they were loaded up and ready to enter the academy.

"Danke schön," Izkry said to the driver as he thanked the other man and paid him. The taxi pulled away, leaving the siblings standing on the doorstep of their new home. Izkry straightened his shirt, one of his favorites with the saying "√-1 2³ ∑ Π and it was delicious" emblazoned on it. Belasý wore her favorite hoodie, and both wore jeans, though Bel's had floral embroidery up one leg.

^Well, Bel, I guess this is it,^ Izkry said in German. ^Shall we?^ Belasý took a deep breath and nodded, and the two started for the gates.

The lawn past the gates was well-kept, with scattered benches, but what dominated the open expanse was a huge statue depicting various heroes. Belasý would have walked right past it, but--

^Bel, wait a minute.^ Izkry set down his guitar case and ran his fingers over the edge of the silvery plaque. "It's not about where you were born, or what powers you have, or what you wear on your chest; it's about what you do," he read aloud. Belasý huffed a breath through her nose. "What powered people did" in her mind at least, was cause trouble. ^Hey, don't be like that Bel. These people saved millions of lives. They're heroes.^ Belasý just shook her head. It was a disagreement they'd had many times, and one they were no closer to reaching an agreement on.

Past the statue stood a huge man with green skin. Izkry gulped, suddenly nervous himself. He'd heard stories about many of the Avengers, but to actually meet one...well, it was a big deal. With Belasý trailing behind him, Izkry crossed the rest of the lawn to stop in front of the imposing figure. He set his guitar case down again and extended a hand. "Hallo! I'm Izkry Siskin, and this is my sister Belasý. Thank you for having us."

The professor's handshake was gentle, out of necessity. His hand dwarfed Izkry's, and the young man knew that Professor Hulk could easily crush him if he wanted to! With introductions out of the way, he and Belasý moved to the side. Izkry was eager to see who else was going to show up, and Belasý wanted to assess those she would be living with for the foreseeable future.

As the light shown through the quinjet, Sigurd yawned. It was a long trip from New Asgard to New York, even for the world's best jet. However, it was probably due to Happy Hogan's proficiency with this jet probably also caused him to go slower. No worries though, as jet lag was always going to be an issue. Lord knows Sigurd ran into that during his trip there. Luckily it only lasted a day? If he remembers correctly? Its been a long time since then.

He stood up from his seat, stretched, and went to look at himself in the mirror. People will remember what they first see, and he needed to make the best first impression. Minor panic swept over him due to dishonoring Asgard with his appearance was not the best he could do. His hair was a mess. Clothes were scuffed. There wasn't enough shine in the armor. Nothing a little elbow grease couldn't fix. So with a deep breath, he went to work.

Which... Admittedly took longer than he intended. What were the seats made out of to do this? Granted, even Sigurd knew he was nitpicking the armor as he simply set it in a seat next to him after getting into the jet, but still. His hair was standing up more than when he got shocked by some mage's lighting strikes for his endurance training. Hopefully that mage was doing alright, and wasn't facing any issues with Enchantress running everything. Luckily there are other magic instructors there. Maybe someone could stop her back home?

He sighed. 'Whatever is going on over there, it should be fine.' he thought, 'This is just temporary and... She has been good thus far, right?' He had to calm down. Everything was going to be alright back home.

After cleaning himself up for about an hour, he donned his armor and put Hofund at his side. No scuff marks. Shining armor. Helmet hair was going to be a bit of an issue, but hopefully it wasn't going to be terrible. Making his way to the cockpit, he caught Happy prepping the vehicle to land. "Nearly there," said the man, a bit nervously. "That's good. Thank you for the safe trip Sir Hogan," Sigurd smiled, trying to ease the man's tension, but he got a confused look before briefly returning to silence.

Granted, that was alright. The New York skyline was worth the silence. The morning sun coming up across the building skyline. Almost reminded Sigurd of Asgard, just more grey than gold. New York was his old home, and it was nice to be back after seven years. Maybe he would even get to try something call boba tea that many people on the internet have mentioned? After all, he did briefly explore some social media outlets on his phone before coming here. He knew he had to bond with his teammates, and doubted they would want to train with him. Maybe this was a middle ground? Though the vile nature of some of the people on there have had Sigurd delete some of those apps off his phone.

Wasn't long before Happy looked back at Sigurd. "Please have a seat. We are approaching our destination." Sigurd smiled and silently went back to take his seat. A few minutes later, the quinjet landed, and Happy made his way back. "Do you want help in carrying anything?" "No. I believe I have it. Can you show me to my room though?" Sigurd smiled as he lifted all of his bags. "Alright. That is on the way."

Happy quickly led Sigurd down the halls and stopped by a hallway filled with doors, before quickly opening one. "Alright. You can leave everything here. We'll just say this is yours. Actual dormmates will be given out later." "Thank you," Sigurd said as he quickly walked in and placed everything on the ground before leaving. Another quick tour later, and Sigurd made his way out into the large courtyard. A large statue of the world's finest was standing right in the center, and Sigurd smiled.

He quickly made his way over to the large green man, who he could only imagine was the Hulk, and made his way in line behind two others. As they stepped away, he walked forward and bowed. "Greetings Sir Hulk. It will be a pleasure joining the academy." though he quickly stood back up afterwards and held out his hand.

The handshake was strong and stiff, but had a gentle side to it, probably just to not break or bend anything. Despite the more calm nature of Professor Hulk, Sigurd has heard too many stories about his great strength, so it was appreciated. With that, he simply stood to one other side, keeping a stern look out across at any other student who appears.

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Mom: Sorry I couldn't be at home when you were ready to leave.

H: It's fine.

Mom: I'm proud of you, Hazel. I know I don't say it enough, but you're still my daughter.
And I'm glad you've found a way to put your gifts to use.

H: We'll see how it goes.

Mom: What's it like over there? I bet it looks really cool, seeing all those giant buildings.

H: Noisy. Lots of cars.

Mom: That makes sense.

Mom: I miss you already.

Mom: You can text me whenever you want, okay? I'll see it.

Mom: Are you there?

H: Sure.

Hazel shut her phone off, and slid it into a pocket. She didn't feel like talking to the Maternal Unit at the moment, seeing as she was going to get off this fancy jet soon... In another ten minutes. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had to help her box up her bike, and carry the whole thing in pieces over to New York. Three bulletproof, metal containers that could house a superpowered criminal all held the dissembled parts, since no one was willing to cart the thing across the country unless it was stored like this. Hazel would've preferred to just zoom across every state between New York and California, and she could have been there before sunrise if she just brought a box of protein bars. But apparently someone in the chain of Good Guy Incorporated didn't want that either. So instead, she had to ride a private jet, arranged for by Hulk and War Machine. Hazel didn't necessarily mind the free ride, but she preferred the freedom to go places on her own. It would've given her enough time and space to consider how she really felt about this whole thing. Or maybe she just wanted an excuse to get "sidetracked" and fuck off to somewhere else between points A and B.

Eight more minutes. Hazel packed everything she could, including the tools she built her stuff with. So she decided to head back into the cargo area of the jet and deal with the bike. Three minutes were spent digging through her bag, unlocked the containers and reassembling the Vandal in a flash. By the time the jet actually landed, it was powered up and ready to go. The pilot offered her help with her things, but she didn't need it. She had a map of the place already, and slung a huge duffle bag over her shoulders, before ramping her bike off and towards a workshop, where she could store her bike. It was a mix between a garage and Tony Stark's basement which War Machine had set up in advance with whatever the Avengers thought she'd need. Of course, it would no doubt be a shared space, between her and whatever would-be "supers" had a knack for tech. For that reason, Hazel made a mental note to hack the absolute shit out of everything connected to the workshop they provided, just to make sure they weren't spying on her. Hazel parked her ride, threw a covering over it, and pulled up a map on her Codex.

New York was pretty big, Hazel saw the buildings from far away when they landed. Looking around for a bit, Hazel found the main gate and worked her way from there, walking through a courtyard with a holographic screen floating in front of her. The statue caught her eye, and she read the words at its feet with little interest. That was the most generic superhero nonsense she ever heard, and she grew up hearing about how they were a big deal. Over in the distance, there appeared to be a small crowd forming around Hulk. Hazel really didn't want to join all that right now, but she felt like one of them would pester her eventually if she didn't first. So... Fuck it. Hazel strode over. One guy had a whole suit of armor on, there were two that looked marginally identical to one another, and some chick who sounded like a swerving car.

"I'm here," Hazel, stated, announcing her presence. "Would've been nice to know that the Shieldies were gonna dismantle my bike before they told me. It's fixed now, though. " Everyone else might've been polite and formal with these two, but not Hazel.

She didn't extend a hand to greet the Hulk, since she wasn't really confident he could shake a hand without grinding it to dust. But she did at least speak to him. "Could've gotten here sooner without them, really. Name's Hazel."

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“My little angel really has grown up now, hasn’t she?” Mazie could see one singular tear run down her fathers face from underneath his glasses as he said that phase. It squeezed her heart, making her feel guilty that she was starting to feel embarrassed about her parents dropping her off at the academy. She’d seen a few of her fellow students trickle in slowly as she was saying her goodbyes. None of them had been dropped off by their parents so far and it was making her fidget with the handle of her suitcase. She was already going to be singled out for being “human” and a legacy child, she didn’t need others to possibly pick on her for being a daddy’s girl as well, even if all media outlets already called her that.

“Daaaddddd….” Mazie half whined, “if you cry, I will! And I don’t want everyone to think I'm weak already…”

“My sweet angel, you are the strongest woman I know, I cannot wait to see how much you’ll grow here,” He gently pulled Mazie’s shoulders and kissed his daughter on the forehead. She looked at her dad, he had given her so much, she really couldn’t have been raised by a better man.

After her moment with her father, she looked at her mother, her huge smile showing off the fine wrinkles near her eyes, “I am so proud of you, Crimson Angel,” her mother hugged her and wiped Mazie’s face of tears, “keep your head high, and remember where you came from.” Her mother was always quick to remind her to keep her composure and remember just how strong her parents really are, all of the things they both went through, whether it was together as a team or before their reuniting. Mazie nodded her head sharply, steeling herself once more.

As Mazie was saying goodbye to her parents she couldn’t help but notice some of the other staff members had come out to greet the new group of students, Mazie groaned internally, why did Uncle Danny have to show up now?

“Ironfist, you bastard, what are you doing here?!” her father yelled as her recognized his footsteps from halfway across the courtyard.
Ironfist nodded to all of them and made his way over to them as Mazie squirmed, hoping no one noticed the attention her dad was now bringing by yelling into the courtyard, “Daredevil, Elektra, Crimson Angel,” giving them each a firm handshake for a greeting.

I didn’t ask for a family reunion… Mazie thought to herself as she looked around the campus, drowning out the adult talk as the three of them caught up as if Uncle Danny wasn’t over for dinner at their house just last month.

Mazie surveyed the other students that had arrived, mostly searching for her friends Danielle and Ian. She saw what looked like relatively normal students, no one caught her completely off guard, although the one in full plate armor was a bit odd for now. She stood on her tiptoes and impatiently looked around more, searching even harder for a familiar face and not finding them easily. She cut into the adults conversation, “Uncle Dan, have Danielle and Ian showed up yet?” she restlessly bounced on her toes, scanning the area.

He chuckled, “no Angel, they’re not here yet, but we do have quite a few who have shown up. Why don’t you introduce yourself while I finish up with your parents?” Ironfist winked at her, tipping her off that if she doesn’t leave now, her dad may embarrass her again. She mouthed a thank you and hugged her parents once more. Ironfist clapped Daredevil’s shoulder and said, “she’s in good hands,” but the sentence and conversation faded as Mazie moved towards the ever growing group of students.

Before Mazie was even close, she heard a few of the greetings professor hulk was getting thanks to her keen hearing, "Hi, Professor Hulk! I'm Mia Thompson. It's a pleasure to meet you!" and another "Would've been nice to know that the Shieldies were gonna dismantle my bike before they told me. It's fixed now, though."
Her heart leaped, okay I have the name of one and even another girl with a bike! Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad afterall! Mazie took a deep breathe to calm her excitement. She thought it best to wait her turn with Professor Hulk and the other students so she looked to the real main attraction in the courtyard, the statue. She read the plaque, "It's not about where you were born, or what powers you have, or what you wear in your chest; it's about what you do." and she thought to herself that maybe the other students might have resonated with it but it felt like it was put there as a specific reminder for her. She may not have powers or mutations or godhood like some other heroes in the world, but she didn’t need them, her character and her heart would guide her. She would make this world a better place. With confidence and reassurance coating her body like honey, making her feel warm and imperturbable, she strode off towards the beginning of this new chapter in her life.

Mazie stopped short of the large green man in a fetching tweed coat and extended her hand, “Professor Hulk, it’s an honor to meet you and to have been accepted into your fine establishment. I’m Mazie Murdock, or Crimson Angel, if you’re so inclined.” She shook his hand, feeling the sheer power of the man in front of her. Although her politeness was genuine, she couldn’t help but size up the man, trying to hone in on where his pressure points would be and how she could take down a man of his size. It would have to be based on agility and chi alone. Maybe stealth would give me more of an advantage. His arms are crucial but legs would be easier to take down first… Her mind raced as she did her best to start to train her brain to think of all threats and not just the ones she’s encountered of the human variety in the dojos. By then, she had left her hand a little too long in the Professors. She did her best by trying to act in awe of him, “truly an honor sir,” as she slowly backed away from him and closer to the others.

Well, with how that went and if anyone saw that I already know Ironfist, they’re all going to think I’m a teachers pet… what a reputation to start with… She mentally kicked herself but didn’t let it show.

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As the sun cast its golden hue over the city skyline of New York, a burgeoning young man named Cassius Munroe, also known to very few to be Galvanize in the superhero realm, made his way from the bustling streets of Manhattan towards the Avengers Academy in Queens through his accustomed mode of transport, the humble subway. But before his pronounced arrival, he took a brief pit stop at his favorite hometown deli, a cherished routine for years before his new journey as a trainee at the academy, causing mouth-watering jealousy amongst the other commuters with his pastrami on rye sandwich, as he takes a well-deserved bite out of it, he cannot help but whisper out: “Dang Mr. Schwartz you did it again, an absolute killer as always”.

Having a few quiet minutes in the early morning, with the subtle bouncing sways that the subway train would offer, his wallet drops out of his jacket’s pocket, revealing a photo inside as it hits the floor and opens. Swiftly picking it up he looks at the picture of him as a younger boy surrounded by his mother and father, Storm and Nightcrawler, an innocent and soft smile comes as quickly as it goes, as a mixture of sorrow and resolve washes over him, as he exhales in annoyance, as if a teen being lectured by their parent, as he uttered: “Yeah yeah, don’t be buggin’, I’m going alright? I’ll… I’ll do my best okay? I got this.” he nodded to himself as he softly closed his wallet and stowed it away, closing the zipper this time.

Dressed in an ensemble that effortlessly fused street style with his own little design additions, Galvanize sauntered through the familiar streets, exuding an air of confident poise. A navy blue leather jacket with orange trims, a hallmark of his fashion, draped over a subtly branded t-shirt, hinting at his love for fashion. Complemented by sleek jeans and a pair of sneakers with a futuristic glimmer, his attire spoke volumes about his distinctive style.

Immersed in his own world, his steps moved in rhythm to the sound of his Synthwave/Electric playlist flowing through his Beats. The pulse of Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut and Blinding Lights by The Weeknd synchronized with his movements, painting an almost cinematic scene around him. Nodding his head to the captivating music, he was lost in the melodies as he strolled towards the gates of the academy.

Entering the courtyard, Cassius found himself face-to-face with the iconic, towering, and wise Professor Hulk. With a nod to the beat of his music, he removed his headphones before greeting him with a confident smile, his eyes gleaming with determination and style.

Professor Hulk, a symbol of intelligence and strength, regarded Galvanize with a knowing nod. "Hey Prof! Nice place ya got here, I can see you’re already a little stacked with everyone around, so I’ll let ya get to that." he exclaimed as he very casually lets out a few casual finger guns while walking backwards away from the gathering crowd, noticing a nice and secluded area just an earshot away.

Placing his beats back on his head, the music continued to play in his ears, Galvanize began his journey at the academy, a beacon of style, and confidence, ending with a mixture of determination and detachedness. As he was about to sit at one of the stone benches outside, his eyes caught the glint of broken glass on the floor at a short distance, quickly discovering that it came up from one of the higher floors, his senses attuned to the faint sounds of commotion coming from that direction, one voice exuding authority, whilst the other one of a more playful and mischievous nature. Shaking his head and smirking, knowing that it was of no concern, as he knew that there were more pressing matters at hand and adding the evergrowing commotion that was comprised of more students joining in and flooding the courtyard, his arrival marked the beginning of an exciting chapter, where the legacy of heroes and the dawn of a new era converged and the stage was set for him, to carve his name into the illustrious history of the Avenger’s extraordinary heroes, as he finally sat down, skipped to the next song, and enjoyed the view.

Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy

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To fly at the speed of Mach 1 was something he had become accustomed enough to by this point in time, and yet he attempted to imagine how it would be for a 'normal person'. Hmm. Terrifying? Exciting? He could only take a swing and a guess at this point as the Aegis zoomed along through the air, moving along with what seemed like all the wanton speed of a reckless teenager but was really the piloting of a most skilled operator. It was cheaper and frankly more efficient if he flew himself to the Academy, though admittedly SHIELD had wanted to transport the suit and him separately to get to a designated airport beforehand. From there he'd gotten permission to fly to the Academy proper from ah....well, a ways from outside of New York at least. Either way he could cross the distance in record time, and he'd chosen to breifly test hitting Mach 1 for the time being on his way over.

The urban landscape was certainly something to behold as he zoomed in, even if Jason couldn't fully stop his brain from observing vantage points and taking mental notes of potential places to take up cover. All the same, he could notice the occasional turned head as he streaked by. This was the home turf of one "Iron Man", though....ahem. Yes, he hoped there wouldn't be any confusion in this particular situation with the locals residents. It would be a bit awkward to have to tell people Iron Man wasn't suddenly flying in the skies again right now. Er....would it be that awkward at least? He hadn't a single idea, but it wasn't enough to frazzle him one bit as the red-suited pilot directed himself toward the Academy as his sensors gave him constant data and updates along the way (among other things).

Yet as he neared his visible destination, sensors giving him a picture of the courtyard statue to see ahead of time-

'Superhuman vital signs detected in concentration. Analyzing...

Courtyard: Eight vital signs.

Nearby Street: Three vital signs.

Perform threat analysis?'

No, no he didn't need a threat analysis at this point in time. Not that he was going into a hostile location though, at least in theory, but while he had already browsed the address and GPS location prior it simply helped further confirm things to a perhaps 'excessive' degree. Whatever the case, the frontal thrusters began to kick in as 'Alcidies' sought to slow down in a calculated hurry. Didn't want to overshoot his destination, nor did he really want to just land in the courtyard too directly perhaps either. Hmm. Property damage was not something cheap, from what he'd learned of things, even if the ones funding the Academy were certianly on the wealthier side.

Even so, as he began his landing the younger man would leave a last message over the comms to the airport team who had brought him in.

'Arriving at the destination and proceeding to land, over.

Is anything else needed on your end?'

'Roger that, Alcides. Field team will be cutting the channel and returning to base. Over and out.'

Streetside, close enough to the parents and 'Uncle' of the 'Crimson Angel' herself, a suit of armor would seem to almost fall out of the sky as it came to a stop and tried to make a landing. Albeit the pilot inside of said suit had seen where they were and adjusted his landing accordingly during his descent, using thrusters to slow himself to some extent. Though rather than a gentle landing-



-...he had always wanted to do one of those 'heroic landings' really. Taking a knee with a fist hitting the ground below to help stop him. Call it a 'guilty pleasure' the armored Jason had wanted to indulge for but a moment of breif unprofessionalism, as it were, though at least the impact hadn't been enough to break the sidewalk beyond a good many 'milder' cracks now visioble all over the surface of said segments of sidewalk admittedly. With a smooth motion the armored future-hero would stand back up, looking at the damage with a mild sigh of self-dissapointment audible from his helmet before looking back at the three older heroes behind him.

"Apologies for the sudden landing. Was a narrow landing window on my end, and I slightly miscalculated the thrust to slow my decent."

With an attempt at a small nod to the three, the red armored suit walked forward to go into the courtyard. Had anyone else heard that? Er, someone had likely heard it from inside...yes. But maybe it'd make his method of arrival a little less startling? Hmm. Either way Jason would try to shake it off as he walked inside, his breathing steady and his stride both disciplined and professional. He didn't want to come off as a reckless child, but all the same he would make a proper introduction while he had the chance. Not that he was the first to arrive here anyways, or had been aiming to be such at that.

As he walked into the courtyard, the visage of the obvvious statue itself loomed overhead above Jason like a towering monument. Which is, well, perhaps just what it was really. His suit's sensors could make out the faces of those depicted on it rapidly, though it made the child soldier wonder how much they had to pay to make such a piece. Mostly given how many were, well, depicted by the statue itself! There had been quite a lot of Avengers before, hadn't there? However, he had to compliment the structural integrity of the piece based on initial analysis of its composition. A good structure and artistic piece, but ill-suited to hiding behind in combat.



Yet as his vision caught the plaque at the bottom, he couldn't hlep but stop for a moment and take a breif pause of (continued) silence. A message directed to try to encourage the newcoming 'students', no doubt, and yet it felt like a small chord was struck within his brain all the same. 'It's about what you do'. Wasn't the first time he'd heard that, albeit the first time had been in a conversation, but it was also a gopd reminder that perhaps Mr. Wilson would be already on the premises here somewhere as well. At least, whenever he ran into the man again or the like.

Giving another small, but respectuflly-intended, nod at the statue, he would walk further into the courtyard of the Academy. Walking toward the jolly green giant he could see even without the suit on, Jason would in turn walk somewhat up toward Professor Hulk and the seeming ensemble of fellow students forming around him. The helmet on the suit would then retract, as while he wasn't walking up to shake his hadn or anything he did want to get close enough to give a proper greeting at least.

"Greetings, Headmaster. Jason Smith, reporting in. I'll rest a short bit before moving my suit to the garage as I was instructed prior to my arrival."

With that, and another brief yet small nod to his new Headmaster, Jason would begin walking to the side and away from the crowd to find a spot to sit on the grass. Somewhere out of the path, but not too far away from another younger man who seemed to be sitting on a stone bench close to where the armored soon-to-be hero decided to sit down gently on the grass. Even so, Jason left his helmet down. pulling one leg close as he tilted his head back to look up at the blue sky above him. He then closed his eyes, took in a slow but deep breath, and let it out just as slowly.

It was the second-ever 'first day of school' he'd ever had, technically speaking, but at least this time it was a more pleasant one entirely than the previous instance. He was already thankful for that much.

Banner art image by Krysdecker


New York State
Definitely Not Queens

Out in the sticks there were the sort of places that never really shut. Not because they were always heaving like the most infamous of night clubs but just for the chance of anyone passing through a part of the country no one had any real reason to be in.

In Laura's defence that was exactly what she had been doing, passing through. She'd loosely been heading in the direction she was supposed to be, roaring through the countryside on the way to New York proper. The Ducati Diavel Cromo she had 'borrowed' from Logan a while back had always been a dream to ride and so she'd been in no real rush other than wanting to push the speed on her way down from the border. Ever since Logan and her had put a crashing stop to the latest (and hopefully last standing) Weapon X offshoot she'd been killing time while Logan focused on the set up for the new academy. While she'd spent plenty of time with the old man she'd not seen much of Canada, the land that had brought the world Wolverine.

A few months of crisp air, endless forest and rolling mountains had done her good. Perhaps she had inherited some of Logan's desire for isolation after all, for she hadn't found herself missing much in the way of company, beyond the small collection of frontiersmen and Athapaskan she'd shared a few campfires with. She'd felt far worse on the brief trip across the Great Lakes once she had finally quit the wild lands of the Canadian North West. The deep cold waters of Lake Ontario were one of the few environments she wasn't built to survive, just an endless cold waking grave were she to go overboard and sink on account of her mesh skeleton.

She'd been frantic once she was back on dry land in Rochester and had opened up the bike, far from taking a direct line to New York City she'd powered up and into the Appalachian mountains. Laura had spent some time on the trail, listening to old ghost stories from keen-eyed students and excited pensioners on their bucket list trip across the mountains. Older than the rings of Saturn, she had no doubt at least a few of them had to be true about those ancient peaks. Eventually though, if she was going to be on time, she had to carry on.

So, that's how she found herself at Roamin' Joe's. An establishment that half claimed to be a truckers' diner, but in reality was a dive bar on a trucking route. The kind of place that had sprung up when drinking and driving wasn't considered a crime but an acceptable way to deal with the boredom of such a life.

Plus they did an all-you-can-eat wings deal and she was very determined to prove that 'all' was her limit on that.

The claret red of her Doc Marten boots kicked the stand of the bike into place as she dismounted, helmet under one arm as she made her way to the bar itself, the gravel of the car park crunching under her tread. With a short black leather jacket, matching colour jeans, and a white European Tour AC/DC T-shirt tied into a crop top, she certainly hit a few wild child stereotypes as she pushed her way through doors that had once been automatic and into the establishment.

It would be generous to suggest there were half a dozen other patrons in the bar, depending on if you included an older man snoozing in a booth in the corner, so she sat at the bar with a generous bracket of empty stools on either side of her.

"Wings, please." She called out, pointing to the offer hanging from one corner of the bar. "What whiskey have you got?" This second question earned her a long look from the bedraggled man behind the bar. They shared the look for a moment before the man decided the business was worth more than pressing on the matter of her age.

"Just serve Jack." He rumbled in reply, which earned a scrunch of Laura's nose.

"Ugh, best hope the sauce on those wings is strong then."

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Time passed, as it was want to do, wings were consumed along with a steadily increasing measure of Jack Daniels’ finest whiskey. The previously quiet bar, while it could hardly be described as busy, had livened up a bit with the benefit of live entertainment.

Live entertainment in the form of a young woman in the process of breaking whatever ludicrous record had been set before, no doubt by a significantly larger human being.

Where before she'd been sitting alone at the bar, Laura was by now nestled in one of the booths, accompanied by an assortment of individuals. A combination of those who had been passing through and decided to watch history in the making, and those called in by the barman, who she had presumed to be the eponymous Joe, as excitement had built up.

One wing left. The last wing on the last plate to cap it all off. Taking a moment to breathe, Laura pulled her teeth along the bone, pulling the ragingly spiced meat, before throwing up her hands in victory. There was an assorted and raucous cheer from her new trucker friends, who immediately took to taking photos with her, one would end up on the board no doubt for her efforts.

With a content sigh, she sat herself back down, just as another drink arrived for her, although not served by ‘Joe’ as a shorter man slid into the sear opposite her.

“I didn't think when I said ‘be in New York’ I had go specify the City and not wherever this damn place is.” The voice was a growl, but it was hardly done with malice, for all the judgment Logan attempted to put into the words, it was clear he was somewhat amused.

Laura attempted to immediately reply but the combination of a few too many drops of bad whiskey and a few too many (admittedly quite good) wings replaced her retort with an overfilled hiccup, the young woman raising a hand to signal a pause as Logan snorted a laugh at her predicament.

Eventually, she simply followed with, “Yeah but this seemed more fun at the time.”

“You even have to show em a fake ID?” Logan flicked one finger towards the now empty glass still held in Laura's hand. Despite downing drinks for the last hour, she barely felt a buzz and that was fading, the power of their shared healing factor generally more powerful than the rate a dive bar was willing to serve drinks to counteract it.

“I'm waging a war against tyranny in all its forms, like a drinking age of twenty-one, my people would never stand for it.” She mused with a grin, pushing the glass away and drumming her hands on the table.

“You can't drink in Canada yet either.”

“I was talking about Mexico.”

“You're a quarter Hispanic, you've never even been to the place.”

“Sure, but I feel very strongly about this issue.” She let out a sigh, sitting back up straight as the supercharged nature of her body was already easing the sensation of being too damn full. “So, you here on a collection call?”

“Kinda bad form if my kid doesn't even make the opening ceremony,” Logan grunted, trying and failing to seem like that sort of thing would ever bother him.

“Oh no…it's just opened and I'm already a legacy.” Laura half-wailed, a look of false horror on her features. “I can already feel the transatlantic accent taking route.”

“Shut up, pay your tab, and let's go.”

“Oh don't worry, you already did that.”

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The rest of the journey went even faster, as was their nature to be competitive, the pair practically racing their way across the remainder of the state, as green mountains gave way to urban sprawl.

The gun of engines heralded the arrival of Wolverine past and present by a few moments, the pair of motorbikes swinging through the gate, the older Logan marginally in the lead as the bikes swung into place. A few terse competitive words bounced between them, before Laura swung herself off her bike. Logan hadn't made an issue of it, so she mostly presumed it was her's to keep for now.

As her genetic father made to vanish into the backdrop, ostensibly to aid with any further preparations but no doubt a means to avoid having to socialise with all the new arrivals at once’ Laura treaded her way over to where the great green form of the Professor was greeting the new arrivals.

“Sup, Hulk.” She called out with a friendly wave and flicked of her hand in a mock salute before her attention drifted around the new arrivals. She'd been part of a similar institution before, but issues among mutantkind had soured that experience. Perhaps a fresh start could lead to a new result.

“How do you do, fellow kids?” She spoke with a flash of a smirk, enough of her black matte-covered lips parting to reveal the flash of her sharpened canines in amusement.

Elias’s thoughts drifted aimlessly as his car sped through traffic towards his destination. The purr of the large engine standing out amongst the other cars he quickly passed. He wondered what the other students present would be like. Ever since he had made his deal he had become more aware of the strangeness that filled the world around him. Of course everyone knew of the avengers and other heroes, but they were always flying high above the streets he grew up on. So often did they deal with threats far out of his own view that you often ignored it. Yet now here he was, on his way to learn to be like them. Though he still had his doubts about it, both learning from them and where he would be accepted by both staff and students. He assumed if there was ever a place to find similar people it would be here. Though making a deal with the devil was certainly something he doubted many of them would understand.

His thoughts stopped for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his head that he had become all too accustomed to. Normally this feeling was no more then a nagging feeling or a bad headache at worst, but this was something much worse. If Elias was honest the pain itself wasn't much worse normal, rather it was more that it caught him so off guard for the first time in a while. He expected this feeling when he went out for his rides at night looking for targets who deserved his vengeance. But to feel such a pull this close where the greatest hero's called home? That was something he was a bit surprised by making this time a bit harder of a fight as he struggled to not take the closest off ramp into the clearly less desirable part of town. His eyes glanced up to the rear view mirror looking into his own eyes.

“I said no! Not unless we have to.”

He could feel his knuckles going white as he clutched the steering wheel to his beloved car trying to fight the urge. He could feel the car itself ready for its mission wanting desperately to transform and jump over the barrier. After a moment however the pain subsided and his body finally relaxed feeling the spirit concede this tug of war match.

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The black Camaro pulled into the parking stall he was told had been left for students who could drive or had other modes of transportation. A clarification he found odd though understandable upon seeing a student fly into the courtyard itself. Elias turned the ignition, cutting off the engine and sitting in the seat for a moment alone with his thoughts. He let out a deep sigh knowing there was no point in pushing it back any further. He exited his prized car grabbing his duffle bag out of the truck and began walking to where everyone else seemed to be meeting. As he walked he spun the keys into his palm before letting them go and repeating the process. It had become a tic or habit of sorts for him over the years both when he was bored or nervous.

After a few minutes of walking he entered the large open area proper. There had already been a decent number of what he assumed were other students present for their first day. They all seemed to be interesting people to say the least. From what he could tell, most were surrounding the poor green giant whom he had been told was going to be the hero in charge of the school for this inaugural class. Elias kept off to the side from most of the students not particularly feeling inclined to join the rapidly growing crowd in full. His eye had met Hulks and they exchanged a nod and Elias went back to his own thoughts. His gaze periodically shifted between both his new class mates, and the school buildings around them wondering what kind adventures both would hold for the coming year.

Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy
Interactions: Everyone

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The first students had made their way to the academy; the siblings, Izkry and Belasý. Professor Hulk had not heard their full story from the sergeant, but he heard enough. It hurt that it was a story he had grown all the more accustomed to over his years as a hero, where those with gifts were abused, betrayed, and manipulated. Whether it was Mutantkind, the Inhumans, or anything in-between, it was always something. Still, he hardly let such dismal thoughts show on his face as he politely took the eager young man's handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you both properly, and on behalf of everyone working here, we're just as thankful you chose to be here. I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision, but I'll do my best to show it was the right one." It was hard not to believe him; perhaps it was just his size that easily dwarfed the two, but he seemed larger-than-life, and his confidence in his words was backed up by a smile that seemed to hold no concerns for what the future may bring.

Shortly afterwards, the next arrival made their landing, though it was far more dramatic than the siblings...If you were willing to ignore the several minutes it took the young man to make it through the entire school after the Quinjet landed safely upon the rooftop of the school, where Happy was able to secure their transportation. It would look a bit off to just have a jet sitting atop the academy, so luckily, they thought ahead. They had reached out to Doctor Pym beforehand, and the use of Pym Particles allowed them to keep a small collection of Quinjets shrunk down to more manageable sizes, ready to be deployed straight from the rooftop whenever the moments called. Past that, the newcomer had arrived. Young Sigurd, the child of the legendary Asgardian Heimdall, who once watched over the Bifrost, the gate between realms. The Professor had no doubt such a thing was a heavy burden for the young man to carry, especially with recent news claiming he'd managed to manifest some form of the presumed-destroyed rainbow bridge. Alleviating that kind of pressure would be important...Though he had a feeling a certain someone's teaching would make that far more difficult. Hulk also noticed Hogan alongside the Asgardian, clearly a bit winded from having traveled through the school. His days of fitness from being Tony Stark's bodyguard (however unnecessary that was) were behind him, sadly.
The Professor was happy to exchange both bows and handshakes with Sigurd. With all his interactions with Asgardians, he had grown used to some manner of pomp and circumstance. "I certainly hope it will be. It's good to have you, Sigurd." Punctuating the statement, Hulk briefly clasped the Asgardian boy's shoulders with a bit of extra force before the young man stepped patiently to the side, like an inside joke between people who could tear through a car the same way someone could tear through a tissue.

Hulk barely had time to relax before the next arrival had darted in front of him, her small and lithe frame belying her impressive capabilities. He had heard from Spider-Man that she seemed to possess quite the potential, though he also certainly didn't hide his concern in the potential origins of the young lady's gifts. From what the Professor knew, the wall-crawler was looking into things, but he hadn't heard back from him just yet. Snapping back to attention to the energetic youth in front of him, Banner gave a slightly awkward laugh, not fully prepared for someone so clearly ecstatic to be here. Yet it also brought a smile to his face. "Well, I'm more than happy to meet you as well, Mia." He granted her a firm handshake. He had (sadly) fought Peter more than enough times to know how tough he could be, and Ms. Thompson before him was no different.

As the Professor continued interacting with his current entourage, he could see a new figure out of the corner of his eye; Hazel. There were plenty of ways for him to tell who this was, but the floating motorcycle gave it away. Oh, and the compact wrist computer as well. And, well...While it was rude to think, her general body language saying that she most certainly didn't care to be here was another factor that made him certain as to who they were. As they strode into the grounds of the Academy, the first thing out of their mouth was a complaint. Professor Hulk merely sighed, the smile he had been carrying now dropped. "I understand your discontent with them, but SHIELD is a government body, at the end of the day. If they had asked to confiscate or replicate your work, it'd be one thing, but they just wanted it to have secure passage as you made it to the academy. Though, I hadn't heard anything about dismantling..." The Professor muttered that last bit to himself, likely only audible to Mia due to her held proximity to the Professor. Shaking his head though, Hulk spoke once more to the silently irate inventor. "Still, I'm glad you made it here, and more importantly, that you chose to come here. I'm sure Rhodey will be pleased, too." Banner got back his smile, though when he made the comment on War Machine, he glanced cautiously up to the second story of the prodigious building. No gunfire yet, so it seemed there wasn't a fight. Yet. He silently hoped Rhodey would be able to talk the merc out of school grounds, but, well...He wasn't called 'War Machine' for his diplomacy skills.

The next arrival was one Professor Hulk had been personally quite excited for. One Mazie Murdock, otherwise known by Crimson Angel. Amongst all their prospective candidates, what she may lack in proper field experience, she made up for in spades with years of training from some of the most prolific martial masters Earth could muster. That sort of thing could not be undervalued, as he had learned in his years as an Avenger. Sure, he was 'The Incredible Hulk', but dozens of times in those years did he find the day saved by members whose extraordinary gifts were not born by circumstances or birth, but by harrowing years of training and improvement. She would be a more than welcome addition. It also helped that she was polite. He took her handshake in kind, careful to gauge his strength. For however skilled she was, she was also still human. He could break her a thousand times over if he just put in a little too much force...Those kinds of thoughts always lingered in the back of his head, even when he was simply The Hulk. Ironically enough, he found his concerns wiped away by the calculating look behind her bright blue eyes, clearly prying for weakness. He couldn't help but smirk; even if he didn't interact with her much, he knew enough to safely say this girl was her mother's daughter. "The honor is all mine, Crimson Angel. And I'm pleased to see you managed to wrangle one of our staff members into actually arriving today." The jolly green giant gave a joking chuckle as he glanced off to the gates of Avengers Academy, watching as Daniel conversed with the Murdocks.

Absorbed in his interaction with Mazie, the Professor had nearly missed the latest student to reach the school grounds, being one Cassius Munroe. He had one similarity with the young lady before him; he, too, could be considered something of a 'legacy' child, though that was where the comparisons ended. Truth be told, he was surprised the young man had taken up at the academy. Ignoring the fact he had a perfectly valid option through Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning, from what little he had known of Cassius beforehand would've told him that he would not wish to be involved with something such as this, but...Those five years after what the Mad Titan did changed much. Too much. The glance he shared with the young Mutant held a hidden kernel of shame. What had happened to him was at no small fault to Hulk, either. He could've done more...He should have.
He was shaken from these dire thoughts as Cassius actually spoke up, and Professor Hulk couldn't help but give a bemused smile. Yes, it certainly was a nice place. "Just make sure not to loiter too far off, Thunderbolt." It was a name that only meant something to the both of them, in all likelihood. The title the young man held when he fought for the people of New York, back before the Snap was reversed. Despite all of his posturing, there was one thing the Profess knew for certain. That course of action took bravery; it took heroism. He'd do just fine here.

The next student to make their appearance was not seen first, but heard, by none other than Matthew Murdock, his head perking up as he tilted his gaze skyward. It was a fruitless endeavor for him, of course, but it was more to make the point. Something was coming. "I don't suppose...?" The lawyer had barely turned his head towards Iron Fist, but he was quick to respond in kind. "Yes. You may want to brace yourselves..." And with that, it wasn't long before Alcides made his dramatic entrance, landing bodily onto the paved sidewalk, easily noticeable cracks and fractures forming across his impromptu landing pad. Though, admittedly, there had been plenty worse property damage caused by the actual Avengers. Matt shook his head as if disapprovingly, but a small smile played on the man's lips, while Elektra held a cold glare in her eyes. For his part in all of this, the one known as Iron Fist remained perfectly stoic. With the weak apology offered up, it was Mr. Murdock who spoke up. "Personally, I'd save the apologies for Mrs. Stark. She's the one paying for all this, after all." With that bit of tongue-in-cheek banter out of the way, the three adults let the metal-suited youth head his way into the Academy grounds proper.
Jason's interaction with the Headmaster was polite and brief. Well, there had been worse first impressions made today, that much was certain. "That will be fine, Jason. We'll have plenty of time to drop your armor off soon enough." And that was true; he was planning a tour of the grounds once today's student body was properly gathered up, and that'd offer the perfect opportunity for the young man to store his suit. And perhaps Miss Jackson's work, too, if he could convince her it would be secure in the Academy. They could hardly have the thing parked out here all the time.

The roar of engines signaled the arrival of a pair Hulk had been perfectly prepared for to be fashionably late. The Wolverines. It was no surprise to him that the moment Logan stepped off his ride, he stalked off to avoiding confronting a gaggle of confusing new youths right off the bat. For a man who'd been a teacher as long as he had, he always seemed strangely bad with kids. Laura, on the other hand, was a little more proactive; whether out of an actual want to be included or simply wishing to bite the bullet, Hulk couldn't say. Still, he couldn't help but give a chuckle at her introductions. "And hello to you too, Laura. I'm glad you made it. Or would it be more accurate to say 'I'm glad Logan dragged you here'?" In spite of the accusatory nature of the words, the Professor's tone made it sound anything but, combined with a joking smirk across his face.

As if to punctuate the method of transportation chosen by the two latest Mutant arrivals, the rev of another engine could be heard as another new individual made their way into the Academy grounds. This was the one the Hulk knew solely off visuals; not because he'd met the young man beforehand, but because it could prove vital for him to be able to identify him right off the bat. That young man, Elias...Was a Ghost Rider. That was never something to be taken lightly. He could end up endangering others, if poor circumstances allowed it. Hulk knew the Spirit of Vengeance was hardly picky about the fights it took, so long as it saw purpose in them. Still, he would do his best to treat him as equally as any of the other students, and shared that nod with the young man as he quietly walked into the courtyard. Well, that was all of them. Clearing his voice, Professor Hulk put on a lightly commanding tone, preparing to wrangle the attention of his myriad students.

"Attention, every-"

The Headmaster was unceremoniously cut off as a red spandex-wearing individual was hurled bodily out of a second story window (even more concerningly, not the one that was broken beforehand), sailing ungracefully through the air before he collided into one of the two pillars supporting the school gates...Crotch first. "Ooogh...Right in the Kiddypool...." Were the only words the individual could utter before he slid down, cracking his face into the pavement on the other side of the gate, which was hastily closed remotely. Flying out from the new opening was War Machine, who landed next to the Professor and shouted out to the mercenary. "And keep your ass out, Deadpool, if you know what's good for you!" Off to the side, the show at least got a short, harsh laugh out of Logan, who was all too happy to watch Wade get some comeuppance. It was only then that James realized he'd interrupted the entire student body alongside the Professor. Before the awkward silence could grow deeper, he spoke up once more. "The kids are here. Good. We doing the tour?". Hulk, for his part, stared blankly at War Machine. Talk about ruining the occasion...Still, the gamma giant jumped back to the topic at hand. "Yes, that was the intent. If I have everyone's attention?" Giving a few patient moments to ensure everyone had their focus towards him, the Headmaster spoke once again. "If you all will follow me, I'll give you a tour of the Academy grounds alongside War Machine and Mr. Hogan here." As if stifled by the formality of the situation, Hogan pulled at his necktie a bit, adjusting it as he addressed the crowd, just a normal man alongside two legends. "You all can just call me Happy. For the record."

A second Quinjet passed overhead, and landed on the academy roof. Izkry watched the funny-looking VTOL with interest, wondering if perhaps he'd get to fly in something like that one day. Or maybe he'd get to work on one -- wouldn't that be fun! He was distracted from this line of thought by a nudge from Belasý, who was paying more attention to the gold-armored young man now approaching the Hulk. She noted a suited escort, so perhaps he was someone of some import. The young man bowed, armor flashing in the sun, before offering Professor Hulk a handshake. That was interesting. She wondered if he was from eastern Asia.

The next in line was a dark-haired woman that looked roughly Izkry's age. She introduced herself as Mia Thompson. She was followed by the brusque Hazel, who complained that her bike had been dismantled. Izkry noted with interest that she seemed to have some sort of arm computer, and made a mental note to ask her about it later. Belasý was more interested in the fact that this one did not try to shake Hulk's hand. The dynamic between her and the teacher was more strained. After Hazel came Mazie Murdock, who also gave her alias. She didn't catch the actual name of the next arrival, a dark-skinned young man with a navy jacket. However Hulk callled him "Thunderbolt", so apparently he had a hero name too. His manner was a relaxed one, very casual.

A loud thud and cracking noise marked the arrival of a large suit of red armor. Izkry leaned forward at the sight, watching as it moved into the courtyard and stopped before the Avengers monument. Then it continued on to face Professor Hulk, revealing a dark-haired young man as the helmet retracted. He then went to sit, power armor and all, on the grass.

A paired roaring of engines heralded two motorcycles and their riders. One, a middle-aged man, immediately headed off to the side. The other, a young woman in motorcycle leathers, greeted Professor Hulk casually, then greeted the rest of the group. Izkry offered her a friendly wave and a smile in response.

The final arrival didn't say anything, and stayed off to the side. Professor Hulk started to speak, but instead was interrupted by the crash of shattering glass and the unceremonious defenestration of someone in a red-and-black bodysuit. Then a suit of power armor landed next to the professor, identifying the individual as Deadpool.

It was a short interruption, however, and Professor Hulk recovered admirably. He introduced the one in silver power armor as War Machine, and the suited man from earlier on as Mr. Hogan. Mr. Hogan immediately corrected that to "Happy". Izkry and Belasý both picked up their bags again, ready to take the tour. Izkry assumed formal introductions would come later, and for now was happy to just go with the flow. Besides, a tour meant seeing their room (or rooms), and that meant they could drop their luggage off.

Sigurd was happy Hulk did the shoulder clap. It was a bit more personal and a bit of fun for two incredibly strong individuals. Many Asgardian Warriors often punctuated their greetings the same way. While Sigurd would have returned in kind, it was more fair to let others have a chance to speak.

He paused once he got to his spot and took a breath. Why not practice more on perception? Gotta start honing those abilities some way, and maybe the best way to start with Allsight was just to focus in on all the students and interactions coming in. While he couldn’t hear most of the conversations or fully perceive what every student would be, this was a start. Just stay next to Hulk and people will come meet him. Analyze everyone as they approach. So he stood there, gazing on the field, eyes glowing slightly behind the helm.

Granted, might as well cover all bases. He did a quick look over to the two that came before him. They were relatively simple. Both were young adults, probably closely related. Slightly tan skin slowly faded, probably not having seen much sun for about a month. The male seemed a bit more nervous, but that was understandable considering the vast amount of heroic individuals, and especially so with an Avenger here. The spikey blue hair did give Sigurd a bit of a pause, but he realized it was probably dyed, and not related to frost giants. Granted, Loki had long black hair and was half of one so… Anything was possible. A bit casual with his attire. I ate some pie and it was delicious. It was written on the graphic tee. Sigurd managed to find the shirt a few times online. It was amusing, even if he wasn’t much of a fan of math outside of trig. The woman had long black hair that was covering her face. Perhaps she is even more nervous? Moderately dressed.

Before Sigurd could fully analyze more, the loud screech of an energetic girl caught him off guard. Such a loud noise coming from a small creature was usually alarming. This was just a simple noise of joy? Something felt odd about that, but Sigurd understood why. It would be fair to assume others are excited for this opportunity, especially if they have constantly grown up in New York with many different superheroes. He did respect the woman, who was named Mia, for her boldness though. Or was it impatience? Nevertheless, her casual attire of a tank top and jeans really showcased her agile form. A bit of speed to traverse the field of battle? Maybe there is inherent power behind those punches as similarly built Asgardian women often had. He smiled at remembering Brunnhilde and Sif. Hair was in a cute bun though.

Granted, before any pleasantries were given, a blonde haired woman stepped forward, surrounded by a large holographic screen. While this could have been magic, it was probably some form of technology based on the thing on her wrist. They were tricky ones to guesstimate everything, though it was not without trying. Granted, the dwarves of Nidavellir could probably beat it out. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a bit of freckles. Biker jacket. The rude introduction to Professor Hulk was a bit much, but Sigurd understood. If people were to try to dismantle Hofund, Sigurd would be greatly upset. He quickly grabbed the hilt on his side, reassuring it was there. Still could’ve been a bit better at handling the situation. Hazel may be a bit of an issue, but best leave her be for now. Especially as the general body language was giving off vibes of “I don’t want to be here.”

After that encounter, it was reassuring that someone else was here that apparently wanted to be here. Another female in striking red and black colors, long black hair, fiery blue eyes. Sigurd had seen her running from a conversation with one of the teachers as they were coming out, and the casual teacher continued to talk to the two that could be her parents. He simply smiled. ‘At least I’m not the only one.’ he thought, slightly happy that someone else has a family member in this academy. The slender form she had again brought out ideas of agility, though could never truly tell what each individual was capable of. The name Crimson Angel did catch his attention. He read a couple of the headlines featuring her, but never truly looked into them. Someone else had a bit of field experience as well. Granted, best to assume most people here have had some. Also safe to assume some people here were connected to prior heroes. Naturally many would gravitate to the school. Mazie’s eyes analyzing the Hulk did catch Sigurd’s attention a bit more though. Doing what he is doing… He can respect it. Though whether this was for fear or habit was to wait and be seen.

The male student that followed in after her though… Sigurd recognized him from some brief stints on social media. White hair, dark skin, light blue jacket. Sigurd didn’t know who he was exactly, but Professor Hulk seemed to recognize him, leading to a rather casual bit of banter. Thunderbolt… Was that this man’s name? While the new individual relaxed, Sigurd just briefly analyzed him more. Burn marks were across the jacket, probably something caused by his abilities. Based on the electrifying blue, it could be electricity, but why promote it that much? Granted, who was Sigurd to question. Hofund, a sword made to help control the Bifrost, was on his side. And, for all he knew, this could be someone who chose to primarily use blue flames.

Talking about showing off their abilities.a large metal suit came crashing into the sidewalk outside of the courtyard. One of the adults by the gate scolded the armored man. As the individual was rushing forward, Sigurd couldn’t help but chuckle. That landing was loud and made an impression. If Sigurd wasn’t trying his best to make a good impression, and was scared of Brunnhilde, he would have done something similar. When the helmet parted, there was a well toned, tan skin, with short black hair and brown eyes. Not much could be seen below the armor, but more than likely he worked out somewhat due to the face. Either that, or SIgurd is assuming things again. At least, Jason was going to be entertaining, even if Sigurd did not understand the armor.

Speaking of not understanding entirely what was happening, the loud roar of motorbikes were heard in the distance, and two rather short individuals walked into the courtyard. One definitely older than the older, with short black hair and larger muscles. However, that one quickly went to blend in with the background. Another teacher? I guess that left the… lack of a better term punk looking female that walked towards the Professor. Simple back jeans, jacket, and an AC/DC shirt. Long black hair, green eyes, and a bit of a resemblance to the older individual. Probably another legacy student, which was still good. But something felt off. Did she want to be here? Judging by the Professor's comments, probably not. Laura was at least being a bit more nice, addressing everyone, and Sigurd gave a slight nod, but not much more than that. While it could have been a smile, fangs barred can often mean danger. Or a warning. Though maybe she wasn’t going to be that bad. AC/DC was a fun band.

At least the last individual seemed more calm. Striking blonde hair, more biker ware with a white shirt and a black leather jacket. Also didn’t seem like he wanted to be here, though with the crowd it made sense. The students were dispersing a bit, but still, there was a rather large gathering in front of him. Not much guesstimating who or what this man could do, though the other loud motor at least meant there was another form of transport. Means Sigurd doesn’t have to explain to these people he has been stagnant on growing his Bifrost abilities much.

Still, it was about time Sigurd tried to socialize. He blinked and the glow from his eyes faded. There were obvious choices to avoid, mostly out of respect. He was about to approach either Mia or Mazie, seeing how one was super excited about being here and the other was similar enough to Sigurd to strike a casual conversation with, when Hulk tried to gather everyone’s attention.

That was until a man in red and black spandex came flying through the window and landed crotch first into the metal gate. Siguird just had to wince at that, as any metal to the groin is painful. Just getting hit there is hard, but the force and metal add onto it.

Another armored individual, who Sigurd did recognize as War Machine, landed next to Hulk, proclaiming to keep Deadpool out. Apparently this was going to be a common issue, huh? Either way, after a brief pause due to the absurdity of the situation, a tour was appreciated.

Hulk, “Happy,” and War Machine quickly took the students around the school, detailing different things that they would appreciate. Of course the courtyard was where they were, and definitely had a big area for many different outdoor activities. Sigurd just kept calmly glancing all over it, knowing this may be a good place to practice certain types of powers and abilities, even if it's not intended. It did somewhat remind him of the training grounds New Asgard had before being settled, and often the wide open spaces that many cadets used to practice battle and war formations. Or what happened the day after the snap when those creatures came to fight against us.

Now, while many tours would lead people around the first floor, due to one individual having on a large set of armor, it was best to showcase a couple of the more state of the art areas. Quickly making his way through the door, he followed the group down into the sub levels, where there was a large cylindrical hallway that seemed to branch out. These primarily lead to a couple of locker rooms. The two big things to note were the larger rooms at either end of the largest hallway. To the left was the Danger Room. A place where training was the priority, especially when developing one’s unique abilities. Needless to say, Sigurd was impressed and eager to try it. However, Professor Hulk did emphasize it is not to be used without supervision, else things will get out of hand. Sigurd simply nodded to that. It only made sense.

The other room though was something else. A large open workshop with plenty of room for many different individuals to work on a variety of different things. Maybe even a giant robot as seen with the Sentinels or other various media. Sigurd was impressed at the sheer scale and room of it all, with the large complex tools and gadgets. This was definitely for the more technologically inclined, but maybe this is the best place for Sigurd to perform routine maintenance on his armor and Hofund. Of course it was just moving the material inside, but that shouldn’t be too hard for each individual. Sigurd even sent a little nod at Jason when he stepped out of the armor, respecting the muscular physique.

Now that the bigger areas were accounted for, Sigurd followed the crowd back up throughout the school’s first floor.

Starting off things there was the infirmary, pleasantly called the Nurse’s Office. Honestly, infirmary or ER would be a better way to describe this area, with plenty of medical equipment and space to handle anything that could happen to all of these youths. Sigurd appreciated all of this care, knowing full well the dangers that could happen. He was a bit more durable, but someone could easily get hurt. The vast amount of staff was also greatly appreciated, meaning someone should always be on hand.

In stark contrast to the large medical ward, the simple office of counselor Happy Hogan was small. Granted, he does have two rooms for it. A simple waiting area outside his main office contains simple lounge chairs and books, with a small TV to pass the time and watch things and pass time between his appointments. This room was connected to a bit of a larger room, with one of those chairs you often see psychiatrists use to one side, and a large desk in the back. Surrounding the room were cabinets and bookshelves filled with a variety of material. This was the place to come to if you had personal issues, or something needed to be sorted.

Along with a couple of smaller classrooms, there was this large gymnasium that Sigurd just simply smiled at. Half of the large room was filled with weight lifting for a variety of different exercise regions, with an open floor plan taking up most of the yoga and other stretches taking up the other half. Beyond this room were two larger rooms. One had a basketball court and some stands for possible games with the X-Man Institute probably, and everything could be retracted or lowered for a variety of sports, like indoor volleyball. The other one had a large pool for swimming and other activities.

Right next to that was of course the school cafeteria, which was connected to a large kitchen. Honestly, both areas were rather large and full of room for a variety of students and dietary needs. Thinking more about everything that could be offered, Sigurd grew a bit hungry. He did skip breakfast, so hopefully there would be a full meal soon.

Though right now was not that time. The group traveled upstairs, where it was mostly filled with classrooms and the principal’s office. That was until they got to the rather large library on the other end of the hallway. It had a vast array of books, some guarded behind a barrier. Those were probably books pertaining towards the arcane. Permission was needed to access these and, knowing the many tales of the Enchantress and Loki, this was for the best. Sigurd simply reached for his necklace, missing home a little bit. Though he was also a bit curious as to what tales he could find amongst these walls.

Or even better, see! As they left the library, they made their way downstairs out into a large building in the back. It was a rather large auditorium. Plenty of seats, with a large stage up front for whatever people would need, and Sigurd assumed plenty of room in the back for costume changes and everything. This was going to be an excellent area to help different plays come to life, or have large and radical concerts, and Sigurd smiled at that thought. Though realistically he knew this might be a place for movie nights on the large backdrop. As long as no one tried to sing Hip Hop or Rap in this area while he was here, Sigurd would be happy.

Of course, to round out all of the tour, Sigurd followed the group to the other large building in the back. This was going to be the dormitory, where everyone would be able to sleep and “hang out” to get to know each other. Not the best way to end it all off, but it was something. It allowed everyone to sit back and relax. Though the fact that they would have four roomates did catch Sigurd off guard. While it would make sense, as they would want everyone to form bonds and get along, it would mean his early morning routine may have to happen in the courtyard or large central area of the student hub. A slight inconvenience, but nothing more, so he shrugged it off.

This was going to be an interesting experience.

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Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy
Interactions: Everyone

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The group as she had shown up, and those that had arrived since certainly made for an eclectic bunch. There were those clearly arriving with loved ones all the way to those seemingly being delivered under armed guard. Laura had a brief grin to herself that she supposed she counted against both of those. It reminded her of the early days at Xavier's. Mutants had come from a wide variety of different backgrounds and different levels of support. At least, she supposed, for some here, that didn't always come with the caveat of a nation which feared and hated them.

She had her differences with how the X-men had run things and had continued to function, but she couldn't doubt the necessity of the work. A shudder of guilt ran through her. Some days this felt like abandoning her people to side with the oppressor, the 'human.' There were those on both sides of the mutant divide who had often accused Logan of such things, was she simply following in the footsteps of a man who had turned his back on his own people?

The tour provided an opportunity for her to be quiet with her thoughts, perhaps a blessing and a curse. The workshop didn't hold too much of pressing interest to her. Logan had taught her to tinker with engines of various kinds, but that was more from a self-reliance perspective than an upgrade one, and she'd always kept her own bike away from communal areas like this, especially when she doubted this campus would have any mundane security issues. Beyond its own inhabitants, that was. The gymnasium and assorted spaces grabbed her attention more so, despite her distractions. She wasn't sure if it would always have been a part of her personality or a deliberate choice of her 'behavioural programming' but she had a fierce competitive streak and was already evaluating her chances against her fellow students at each of the sports and activities on offer. Apart from swimming, she gave the pool a wide berth.

When the tour reached the cafeteria a few moments passed where the keen eyes of the students may have picked up on Laura's absence, but by the time the tour was moving on she was miraculously back in the fold, an unwrapped and already half-finished snack bar in her hands, no doubt procured from the mostly empty space. She seemed a little more animated, putting aside the troubling thoughts for the moment. She knew Logan would secretly adore the library, at least the portions which didn't entirely relate to magic. Then came the matter of the dorm rooms.

The revelation of shared rooms brought a raised eyebrow to her features before a brief laugh and comment passed her lips.

"All that Stark money couldn't afford a few extra walls?" Her tone was teasing, but ultimately light-hearted.

Elias could feel the analyzing eyes of hulk on his back while he continued to observe the surrounding buildings. Elias couldn't blame the professor for the concern and mild judgment he knew were behind those large green eyes. The rider was certainly not an entity to be taken lightly for himself and certainly not by the others present at the school. Though if he was being honest he had little concern of the rider wanting to pick a fight with the student or teachers he was worried about. It was more so if any of them tried to get in the way of the rider once he had set his sights on a target and Elias himself couldn't reign it in.

His thoughts and stoic face were suddenly broken however when a man in a red and black outfit came hurtling at the ground being skipped across the grass like a stone on water. Not a second later, hot on the heels of the mysterious masked man was Warmachine who came to a sudden stop on the ground in the middle of the group. Elias was confused at what had just transpired in front of him blinking several times trying to process it all. The faculty seemed unbothered by the sudden interruption, or at the very least hid it very well, and proceeded as normal. Seeing as this would probably be a normal occurrence in his new life Elias let out a sigh throwing the duffle bag over his shoulder and followed the group.

He chose to keep towards the back of the group as much as he could, trying to not bring too much attention to himself as the tour began. Most of the students seemed pretty interested in the tour, even those that seemed skeptical about the school itself like himself. Every room they passed seemed to get more and more impressive showing off the real grandeur that someone like the Avengers had. It seemed as if there was no expense that went unspent to ensure everything was in a class of its own when compared to everything. Despite himself Elias struggled to keep his normal stoic face. That wasn't to say that Elias had low expectations of the school, as far as the facility itself went far from it in fact, but having to live mostly out of his car for so long had lowered his standard to a decent degree.

The gym was the first room that truely drew his interest while on the tour. He had grown up playing sports for most of his life and was even quite the accomplished Hockey player back in highschool before the incident. Mixing that with being raised in a police household and early morning weight lifting had become a regular part of his life. Of course at this point he wasn't sure if there was really much benefit to such workouts considering the rider's spirit flowing through his veins. Regardless it was a habit he doubted he would give up either way, to keep his normal body up to standard if anything.

As much as the gym seemed to have everything for him, the workshop was definitely his favorite. He could tell from first appearance alone he was not the most technically gifted of the students and probably not the most mechanically either. But inventing and making devices isn't what drew him to the shop. In all honesty it had less to do with the shop itself and more so the simple fact there was an entire space where he could work on his car. It may have seemed like such a small thing to anyone else but to Elias it was one of the last things he truly enjoyed in life. He supposed it was because it reminded him of the old days when he and his dad would spend the whole day working on the old beauty, or racing it down old abandoned side streets.

He was pulled from his thoughts and reminiscing of before, noticing the tour had begun to move on to the next few locations. He figured the Rooftop would be a nice place to relax away from others when the shop was too full to work on his car. The library and the theater he doubted would be of too much interest to him. Though the Dr. had recommended he should at least look at a magic tome cover as it could help with the rider. Lastly on the tour was the danger room, which apparently was a more intense and hero oriented training room. Which in its own right seemed like it could be interesting though he was curious how everyone would be able to work together. Or at the very least stay out of each other's way.

Finally the tour concluded as the students now stood in the dorm area where they would be staying. Some of the students, though possibly joking, seemed to question the rooming arrangements. To Elias' humble eyes though these seemed like the lap of luxury. “A bed’s a bed even if the room is shared.” he spoke out for the first time, surprising even himself not being entirely sure where that had come from.

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After Mazie’s introduction to Hulk, a flood of students came into the Courtyard. Mazie impatiently tapped her fingers against her thigh. None of the students were her best friends, but she did recognize Cassius and Laura, although she had never talked to them directly. They both ran in the mutant circles of heroism, and while she did her best to stay up to date with all the children of heroes, there were some she still had to introduce herself to. Even more surprisingly were how many students she has just never heard of at all. Most of the students, to be more accurate.
And each one of them is a potential friend! She thought ecstatically, turning her nervous tapping into outright bouncing as the thought turned into daydreams about how many people would become her friend here.
The sound of a window breaking and Deadpool being flung onto the gate pulled her from her grand delusions and she was able to spot her father and mother walking away from the school, her mother’s hand gripping her father’s bicep as they strolled along the streets. She would miss living with them but knew that they would still be here in New York. Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t that far away. Thinking about her living situation made her eager to start the tour, with Hulk, War Machine, and Happy showing the group of students the grounds.

As the group gets led through the halls, Mazie tries to note which students take interest in which rooms. She finds herself most drawn to the gymnasium and the cafeteria, naturtally. When they first step into the gym, Mazie’s jaw nearly drops. Sure, the dojos she has trained in have been nice but none of them have had a pool! Okay, okay, they had hot rock saunas which were pretty awesome for her sore muscles, but think about all of the potential a pool could have! She looked around the group of students she would be spending the next few years training with, looking them each up and down, gauging their physiques. A blush sears across her cheeks, burning her from the inside out. Maybe it was best not to think about all of them in their bathing suits. Yeah, I can think about how we can all train together! She tried to divert her mind, but that thought just made her think about all of her fellow classmates all hot and sweaty, which made a tiny and shy squeak escape from her lips. Her blush moved from her cheeks all the way up to her ears. She chastised herself for her thoughts.
It seemed that being on her own was opening up new thoughts and feelings she seldom thought to explore. She knew she was here at the academy for training but things felt so different than all the years she spent under tutelage from her family and their chosen mentors. Although her mother picked her outfits and guided her social media presence, Mazie’s own life was seldom as risque as her clothing would lead others to believe. She barely had time to herself for such things as dating during what some would call her “highschool years” and the only person she has even had a crush on is the only boy she’s ever had the privilege of calling a friend. I am here to train, I am here to make my own legacy, I don’t have time for such fancies! Mazie scolded herself for allowing her thoughts to stray so far from the tour at hand. By the time she was done with her own self inflicted reprimanding, they finished the tour at the dormitories. She heard the other students commenting about the living situations, something about getting to know each other, and a bed is a bed, even a line about the Starks not being able to afford extra walls, which she gave a tiny giggle at. But then she stood straight as a board, her eyes widening in realization as she tentatively raised her hand while asking, “the rooms aren’t co-ed, right?”

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As the courtyard swiftly filled up, Galvanize looked around, surveying the eclectic group of students that were beginning to gather around the Professor, his eyes gleaming with a subtle electric fizzle, yet hidden behind his reflective sunglasses, trying to map out a general vibe that his soon to be companions have, he started to evaluate them daintily, trying not to bring too much attention to himself, but given the incredible diversity of looks and auras, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, smile and shoot off an artistic two finger salute, as he simply acknowledged them and said in their general direction: “Sup.”

But not a moment too soon, the chattering voices were suddenly silenced by a crash of glass and wood breaking apart, as up on the higher floors, War Machine is seen striking down Deadpool, plummeting him down as he free falls and crashes crotch first into the gate, with mixed reactions from the students, Galvanize can't help but burst out laughing, wiping away a tear from his eye: "Ah, the Merc with a Mouth. Always good for a laugh, even if it's at his own expense, well since you’re here…" Galvanize quickly pulls out his phone as he takes a quick pic of the surprisingly photogenic Deadpool, still wailing in pain. Galvanize swiftly starts drawing up a post for his story online, stating: “Starting out great… hashtag… nutcracker… and send.”

Before things got even more chaotic, Professor Hulk regained control of the situation, stating that this would be the perfect time to bring everyone inside to show them around, Galvanize sighed internally. "Tour time. Let's hope this place is as good as they make it out to be" he thought, following the group with a nonchalant swagger. In his mind, the world unfolded through the lens of his own perspective, and the Avengers Academy was the next step in his journey to become… someone to surpass her.

Roaming through the guided tour, there were a few things that caught his eye, the gymnasium was always a good place to tone his body and work on one of his greatest weaknesses, an above-average strength is still like a squirt gun compared to a Gatling gun that is the average superhero in muscles. The infamous Danger Room was always something he heard from his parents as the perfect place to train both skills and teamwork, the latter being something he solely lacked.

The mention of the rooftop, with its open skies and a hangar designed by Hank Pym, caught Galvanize's attention. His love for the skies and affinity for lightning surged within him. "Now we're talking. A rooftop with a breathtaking view of the city and a hangar for those high-flying missions. Definitely gonna be coming here a lot, even if it's just to get some air" he mused, envisioning the electrifying visuals against the canvas of the heavens.

As the professor's words lingered in the air, Galvanize couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement, he was confused, he wasn’t really meant to like this, but seeing everyone around him, reciprocating his feelings, enjoying the show, and getting excited over the situation at hand, it was infectious, he is trying his best to keep up the cool guy act, but it was slowly slipping away. The world may have its troubles, but amidst it all, the skies remained a canvas waiting for his lightning to paint it with a touch of cool arrogance.

Ending the tour at the dorms, the Professor reveals that they would be bunking in teams of four, surprised at this news, Galvanize thinks it weird that they wouldn't be able to just make separate rooms, everyone knows that they would definitely have the funds and means for it, but then his quick thinking came into place, knowing what this place was exactly, he was theorizing that this was most likely done on purpose to encourage teamwork and getting to know people better, and then, as quick as the lightning bolts he shoots, his brain’s maturity immediately reverted back to that of a highschooler’s, as he started to blush and smile slightly, at the thought of bunking with any of the girls, because, given the state of who the academy chose for their female candidates, none of them were hard on the eyes that for sure.

Shaking his head, he laughs softly, and under his breath, he says: “Perhaps that’ll be a blast after all.”

Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy

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"That will be fine, Jason. We'll have plenty of time to drop your armor off soon enough."

Affirmative. He would, though, for the moment remain sitting where he was on the ground. It was certianly a better spot than the hard floor of a cell, or his former living quarters even before that. Though perhaps in some respects....the suit was itself a sort of comfortable enough space for him as well for the moment. At least if he tried to think more on it. Sure its use kept him safer and better alive in a general sense, but he had become accustomed to it. What was the phrase, again? 'Being comfortable in your own skin'? Eh, perhaps it was close enough for the moment being.

More than that, the armored younger man would finally turn his head about to take a glance and look at the other 'students' around him.

It felt somewhat familiar in a vague sense, and yet at the same time the airs of the place and expressions of these fellow students were still abnormal to him. One girl's eyes seemed to be scanning over their Headmaster as if looking for weak points, even as she seemed to be in some sort of pleasant mood at least. There was also the other younger man closer to where he was while sittig on a bench. Seemed relaxed, if not from here frankly, to his eyes. Just was something he felt from the way the guy carried himself here, and how he didn't seem to be too bothered by things perhaps. There was also another girl who seemed to be also dressed rather 'normally', but seemed enthusiastic enough about things otherwise. Then came-

“How do you do, fellow kids?” She spoke with a flash of a smirk, enough of her black matte-covered lips parting to reveal the flash of her sharpened canines in amusement.

...Hmm. Nice bike, but the look in the eyes of the guy who was driving it certianly felt a bit too familiar to Jason's eyes. Somewhat too close to home for him, really, and the man seemed to slip away as soon as he could to boot. It was all he could do to get a passing glance to notice, but beyond that something or someone else was more notable to see here. Or rather, had just cheekily flashed a grin at them in a seemingly fanged sort of manner. Seemed to be taking this entire affair lightly enough and casually enough as it was, but he'd no idea what the others here had gone through frankly or how they'd ended up as they were now.

Not his favorite person, though, at least for a first impression and the particular vibes he got from her.

"If I have everyone's attention?" Giving a few patient moments to ensure everyone had their focus towards him, the Headmaster spoke once again. "If you all will follow me, I'll give you a tour of the Academy grounds alongside War Machine and Mr. Hogan here."

Noted. War Machine. Avenger. Suit originated from Tony Stark's technology. They had at the testing facility been giving some lessons where this individual was noted. Though Jason himself still wasn't seeing Mr. Wilson anywhere around this introduction. Hmm. Well, it wasn't as if everyone had to come greet the new students themselves. Would be peculiar and even more strange if they had made the teachers to such a thing. Deadpool was seemingly the eccentric one who had been kicked out by War Machine. A nuisance, and one seemingly with a running mouth to boot. Duly noted. Ah. But if they did run into Mrs. Stark, he would have to make his apologies. The individuals outside had advised such, at least, and were perhaps parents of one of the students too? Hmm. Though he hadn't known much of what else to say in the moment either.

However, at least the tour of the facilities was beginning.

While he found it at least somewhat strange still to not be given something akin to a combat briefing or the like, Jason still felt his eyes and ears keeping peeled and taking note. Advantageous roof positions. Certain rooms or other such spots in the hallways that could be used to ambush combatants. Placement of at leasy any potentially visible cameras or detectors or sensors he could tell were about. Windows under which might make for good cover if caught outside of his suit and had to return fire. Even potential bottlenecks for incoming enemy forces in which one could fortify to hold out stood out to him along the way as he and the others were led around the shop. But this was just a general assessment in the overall sense on his part. Just that.

Meanwhile the particular places they had noted to them were also something to take note of. First off, here was the Danger Room, a place for training and yet not without supervision. Locker rooms for changing for such occasions were also nearby. Good to know, but not very advantageous if he couldn't use free time to continue practice and drilling on his own for a time. Would there be a spot for that outside of the Danger Room? He would make sure to inquire about such later. Especially when it came to firearms training and such on his end, he needed the space. Still, the next location would be of more relavent import for the time being.

The Workshop is for the more technologically inclined students of the Academy. Here, you may find a variety of resources and tools to create and maintain whatever your mind can dream up! It's also designed to hold whatever inventions the students may design for safekeeping and quick access in case of emergencies. However, anything designed here has to get the all-clear from Jocasta and War Machine to ensure the device's safety measures.

Workbenches, materials, all assortments of tools, hoists, cables, lifts, if one could name it the thing seemed to be here in one form or another. It was in this vein that Jason felt a small bit of relief as he noticed a particular 'stand' of sorts to the right. It fit the dimensions of his suit, and he had been told beforehand the Academy would have a spot for storage of his suit. Well, and space to work on it and such it seemed. Sure he was no genius, but he had learned about how to care for and field repair his suit at the very least and had looked into it and general engineering more in his off-time (before, but especially after, coming into SHIELD custody). It would be something to do, at least when he wasn't taking time for his cooking training or the like otherwise. Having options was always a good thing in the general sense, he felt, when it came to matters of making use of one's personal time.

Walking over to the 'stand', though, he would initiate the pilot ejection process wordlessly as the suit began to whir and its parts moved and slid open. Looking at a small display the suit gave him, he took note of the 'energy reserves' storage to ensure it was in order before it dissapeared again. All systemms nominal. Reserves acceptable. Internal bio-energy levels at currently well within the 'safe' levels and proper threshold. If it weren't for the fact he reminded himself he was on a tour, the younger man felt himself wanting to just unconsiously move to do some systems tests and other normal post-flight routines. For now, though, he had to keep moving. It was in that vein that the muscular Jason stepped foward a few steps from his suit, stretched a little to ensure his arms and legs were in good order, and then nodded to the Hulk before returning to the other students and the rest of the tour. A skintight black short-sleeved shirt clung to his chest, part of his piloting uniform, though a pair of comfortable but not immodest shorts were on his legs as well. Took quite a lot of coldness to get him to not wear shorts in most weather, actually, though he wasn't going to simply announce such a thing out of the blue to people either.

The Infirmary was certianly another good location to take note of, in case of injuries on-campus or during training or the like, though to be severe enough his body couldn't handle it very well was usually a bad sign of things in the first place. Suitable medical equipment and hopefully staffing to boot, though he didn't feel quite comfortable calling it the 'Nurse's Office' either. Though heading into the office of "Happy" Hogan, the counselor's office of sorts, was at least something to take an at least cursory note of as well. Meanwhile the Cafeteria was certinaly something seemingly fit to feed may students and staff, and he would take especial note of it....and potential alternative entry points in case of emergencies. Beyond this, however, not much was of major note to take other than doing so to ensure he could make it to assigned classes and study as needed. Classrooms, the Headmaster's Office, the Library, and even the spacious Auditorium would be shown to them in turn, and from the loud girl's seeming aversion to the pool and other such things along the way the other students seemed to react to the tour in their own manner as well. Then came the final building they were brought to, that being the Dormitories.

Shared dorms? It was nothing he wasn't used to already, frankly, as they had all been test subjects and had an eye kept on them at all times of day and night. Sure sometimes fights and such broke out, but there had been little privacy. Apparently that was...'taboo' in the rest of the world? Well, perhaps so for non-supersoldier children in all likelihood, he supposed, and for the adults wanting to keep them in-line somehow? It was also standard in other militaries, including that of the US, to enough of an extent it seemed. But still-? Hmm. It felt awkward to try to think of the other angle, really, and so the stoic younger man would simply stare on silently as he had for the entire tour since dropping off his suit in the workshop. Besides, the rooms themselves were frankly a luxurious abode compared to anything he could still remember having lived in, though, and the kitchens in the dorms were of a special note to him. Yes, he could at least practice cooking and eat without having to make his way to the cafeteria on a cover mission to get a bite to eat if his body really needed it after hours.

"All that Stark money couldn't afford a few extra walls?" Her tone was teasing, but ultimately light-hearted.

"I suppose this might give us a chance to get to know each other and possibly collaborate during training sessions. I mean...that's the idea, isn't it?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

“A bed’s a bed even if the room is shared.” he spoke out for the first time, surprising even himself not being entirely sure where that had come from.

Hmm. Seemed his peers were taking issue, or perhaps joking, about the way they would be roomed? It was to be expected, perhaps, but it still felt awkward enough he didn't deign to quip about the matter or make a comment otherwise. Though he did glance at those who spoke breifly as they each spoke in turn, pairing what assessments of them he had already with this commentary in turn. Still, a chance to get his things and bring them to the room would be good to ensure he didn't misplace anything.

Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy
Interactions: Everyone

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The Professor was hardly surprised by the reactions; they might have been expecting more, or at the very least, personal lodging. However, it would serve a definitive purpose...Well, that, and in all honesty, they had to pay a small fortune in and of itself just to make the Danger Room present in the academy, not to even begin mentioning all the other amenities. Even the massive coffers of Stark Industries could reach their limits, and the academy wasn't far off from such a feat. The most pressing question to respond to would be...
But before Hulk got his chance, it was Rhodey who responded to young Crimson Angel. "They'll be co-ed. If we can't trust you kids to even sit in a room together without something happening, then you'll never manage to work as a cohesive unit." Not exactly how the Headmaster would have liked to put things, but...It was apt. "Yes, that is the...General idea. Regardless of any societal factors, we're hoping you all can find common ground and stand together as a team, eventually. So...That's why we've set things up the way we have. And speaking of, we could start showing everyone to your assigned dorms! Let's see..." As Hulk pulled out an old-fashioned clipboard to view the listing, the most astute members amongst the student body could notice a shift in War Machine's posturing, as if he was hearing something nobody else could. Whatever it was, it didn't take long for it to end, either, and Rhodey wheeled onto the Headmaster. "We got a situation. Or, actually...Two of 'em. One's a pretty high-profile one, but..." Before he finished that thought, War Machine turned to view the children before him once again, as if appraising them. Hulk immediately stepped in with a fierce glare. "They just got here, James. We can't just..."

"Why not? Our line of work, it's always 'out of the frying pan, into the fire'. No villain's gonna wait for them to stop being green, and besides, the suspects seem to be pretty new faces."

Hulk gritted his teeth. How did something like this always happen to them? Eventually, though, he relented when Happy spoke up, instead. "Hey, if doing this means that both problems get solved faster, that has to be better for everybody, right? And can we afford to stand around here debating about it all, or is one of these things serious?" With a groan, Hulk nodded. "...Fine, we'll make it work. Happy, you can take them to the locker room. You'll need to be their chauffeur, too." "Not a problem, Headmaster. Everyone? If you'll follow me..."

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Some time later...

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The locker room had definitely ended up sounding more humble than it actually was. While in a general sense it was exactly that, the technology involved was far more impressive. The lockers themselves were solid titanium, only accessible through an Avengers card; which all the children had been handed (honorary ones, technically; treating them as if they were probational members of the team) for that exact purpose. According to Hogan, they had even more uses though, such as being how you were meant to access your dorm rooms, and even serving as a communicator between other Avengers cards. It even had full internet access through STARK Satellites, granting them a range of further options, but most notably being an extensive GPS system and even high-quality recording software. To top it all off, it even had a 'stealth mode' of sorts, where you could set it in public to cause it to change its appearance, looking like any kind of card might best disguise itself into your lifestyle for when you were off the clock.
Of course, though, the locker room was mostly important because it held suits for those who needed them, as well as spaces to change if need be. They also had two separate cleaning areas for the genders, serving as both a simple shower room and something much more. That much was obvious by the fact that each of them possessed a sort of 'detox chamber' to be put into should you be suffering adverse effects from any number of poisons or some such. Hell, they went above and beyond for Alcides' locker in particular; it seemed to be hooked up to something back in the Workshop, and at the swipe of his card, called his suit to the location in its compacted, almost gel-like state to flow into him and set itself up however necessary. They spared nothing with this program, that much was certain.

Still, it wasn't long until they were pushed up to the rooftop by Mr. Hogan, guiding them all to a magnificent-looking Quinjet. Not many people had the luxury to ride in one of these bad boys, and now, all of the student body would. Hell, this would be far from the last time. It wasn't long before everyone was seated inside the spacious craft, with Happy taking up the wheel. Before they knew it, they were tearing across the airspace of New York, gliding through the air at impressive speeds. Though they were hardly the top speeds of the Quinjet; he couldn't quite afford to do that when flying so close to a civilian area. While he drove however, Happy shouted back to the students, doing his best to fill them in on their situation as far as his knowledge would go of it. "Okay, kids, from what I know, we've headed to STARK Tower. Sure some of you have seen it; one of Tony's classic monuments to hubris." He couldn't help but chuckle to himself a bit at the snark he gave out. That place sure had a rollercoaster of memories attached to it..."According to what our systems picked up just now, there'd been a break-in with a suspicious grace period before all the fun bits and bobs of the tower tried kicking in. Dunno how someone infiltrated it so easily, but that's that...Beyond that, we know that Mrs. Stark was under attack, and we don't know her current status..." Happy couldn't help but trail off at the thought of Pepper in danger. She was a close friend of his, and he swore to Tony that he'd do everything he could to look after his family while he recovered. If something happened to her, then...

Hogan shook his head out of it. No, these kids didn't need doubt right now; they needed facts. "That means at least one perpetrator, but if the readings we got are accurate, it seems whoever attacked Mrs. Stark was only a part of a larger scheme. There's also been some trace elements of nuclear radiation, which is...Off. You'll all need to stay on your toes, okay? We're closing in." It was true; the massive tower was already visible in the distance, and it'd only be a short time before they were within range to drop off. However...Something distracted Hogan, which would prove costly. While it was hard to judge at first, he saw her tumbling through the air like a doll tossed from a window; it was Rescue, or rather..."PEPPER!" That moment of alarming emotion was what left the Quinjet vulnerable, as a sickly green ray tore straight through one of their wings, sending the vessel plummeting at an alarming pace. "Shit! Everyone, hold on!" Happy was no expert pilot, but it wouldn't stop him from doing his best; with a monumental amount of effort, the students could feel as the hull of the ship skidded harshly against the streets below them, eventually grinding to an unsteady stop. The trip back was going to be...Awkward. Huffing and puffing from the exertion, he turned to the students. Looked like what Rhodey said was more true than they'd even thought..."...You kids may have your work cut out for you. I'll stay here and support you however I can, but you guys need to hit the ground now. Alright?" With that, he flicked a switch, as the landing slope extended from the back of the Quinjet, offering for the students to go to solid ground. It was go time.