January 19, 2016
The second half of the school year had just began. Classes were back in session. The Tomorrow Academy of course accommodated those who could not return home with living quarters year round and those that could go home would be allowed as per a proper school schedule. Captain America, or Steve Rogers as he now went by, wanted the students, adult and children alike, to keep some semblance of normality in all factions of life if at all possible. Still, their schooling in many cases were much less than normal. For example, the students were put into two or three different groups depending on multiple factors. In the first case, age and grade level were considered. Adults and children alike would both still need schooling up to a point. After high school education they were given the right to choose, although urged to put the resources at their disposal to good use.
Secondly, the students would be groups into small "teams" for things such as combat and field training. Age wasn't so much a factor in this case. Things taken into heavier considering would be behavior, experience, skills and abilities. The groups would be more or less composed of individuals who could compliment or at least stand to learning something from one another. Finally, there were living arrangements. So many things came into play here it took the most time. Typically students would have at least one or two adults, sometimes three, to watch over and report to members of the stuff. Then any children would be placed thereafter. Gender, behavior, personality, age, social standing, tolerance, and a multitude of other factors would have to be considered for each and every person.
Still, each of those things wouldn't matter today to those who would be continuing their time here at the academy. The staff would handle that, some of them anyway, the students who had their group met again. This is where our story begins to take focus. One group in particular was meant to be meeting. They'd had various teachers over the past year, but as was customary they would be shifting again. Today they would be under the tutelage of Peter Parker, better known to the world as Spider-Man.
"Okay Web-head. No need to panic. It's only the first day back. It's fine for students to be late." He said as he paced back and forth along the ceiling of the "Danger Room." One of a few training buildings on the campus. It had been adapted, like the others, from the one Charles Xavier had once used in training his X-Men before joining Steve Rogers and the Tomorrow Academy. With a few innovations courtesy of Tony Stark in collaboration with Hank McCoy, Reed Richards and a medley of others, including Spider-Man himself, this state of the art training facility would be the first meeting place of the day. At least, it would be now. Peter wanted to gauge his students abilities. However, it was something of a last minute change and he hadn't had ample time to distribute the message. Thus, it was understandable some would head to their usual classroom as others got sidetracked. Still, how would it reflect on him if this was his first class.
"They'll be here." He reassured himself as he rolled his neck, the oddity of the scene and his position on the ceiling neither bothering him or striking him as something that might not quite be ordinary in the minds of the students. Still, he could have been counting his blessings. This was his first class and nothing big that could qualify for field training was going down. Which meant, unless everything changed in the blink of an eye, he didn't have to worry. And with the class not quite on time, nobody's fault, partially his, he could review the roster. Which he would have done had it not been torched during his last big superhero-villain brawl with the hobgoblin and for some reason The Punisher. He was tempted to let them duke it out, but the collateral damage wasn't something he could just leave. So he put an end to it. The Hobgoblin was behind bars, for now, and Punisher... Well... "Can't believe he got away..." He groaned facepalming as he continued to speak to himself.
The second half of the school year had just began. Classes were back in session. The Tomorrow Academy of course accommodated those who could not return home with living quarters year round and those that could go home would be allowed as per a proper school schedule. Captain America, or Steve Rogers as he now went by, wanted the students, adult and children alike, to keep some semblance of normality in all factions of life if at all possible. Still, their schooling in many cases were much less than normal. For example, the students were put into two or three different groups depending on multiple factors. In the first case, age and grade level were considered. Adults and children alike would both still need schooling up to a point. After high school education they were given the right to choose, although urged to put the resources at their disposal to good use.
Secondly, the students would be groups into small "teams" for things such as combat and field training. Age wasn't so much a factor in this case. Things taken into heavier considering would be behavior, experience, skills and abilities. The groups would be more or less composed of individuals who could compliment or at least stand to learning something from one another. Finally, there were living arrangements. So many things came into play here it took the most time. Typically students would have at least one or two adults, sometimes three, to watch over and report to members of the stuff. Then any children would be placed thereafter. Gender, behavior, personality, age, social standing, tolerance, and a multitude of other factors would have to be considered for each and every person.
Still, each of those things wouldn't matter today to those who would be continuing their time here at the academy. The staff would handle that, some of them anyway, the students who had their group met again. This is where our story begins to take focus. One group in particular was meant to be meeting. They'd had various teachers over the past year, but as was customary they would be shifting again. Today they would be under the tutelage of Peter Parker, better known to the world as Spider-Man.
"Okay Web-head. No need to panic. It's only the first day back. It's fine for students to be late." He said as he paced back and forth along the ceiling of the "Danger Room." One of a few training buildings on the campus. It had been adapted, like the others, from the one Charles Xavier had once used in training his X-Men before joining Steve Rogers and the Tomorrow Academy. With a few innovations courtesy of Tony Stark in collaboration with Hank McCoy, Reed Richards and a medley of others, including Spider-Man himself, this state of the art training facility would be the first meeting place of the day. At least, it would be now. Peter wanted to gauge his students abilities. However, it was something of a last minute change and he hadn't had ample time to distribute the message. Thus, it was understandable some would head to their usual classroom as others got sidetracked. Still, how would it reflect on him if this was his first class.
"They'll be here." He reassured himself as he rolled his neck, the oddity of the scene and his position on the ceiling neither bothering him or striking him as something that might not quite be ordinary in the minds of the students. Still, he could have been counting his blessings. This was his first class and nothing big that could qualify for field training was going down. Which meant, unless everything changed in the blink of an eye, he didn't have to worry. And with the class not quite on time, nobody's fault, partially his, he could review the roster. Which he would have done had it not been torched during his last big superhero-villain brawl with the hobgoblin and for some reason The Punisher. He was tempted to let them duke it out, but the collateral damage wasn't something he could just leave. So he put an end to it. The Hobgoblin was behind bars, for now, and Punisher... Well... "Can't believe he got away..." He groaned facepalming as he continued to speak to himself.
