[IC] The Next Avengers

[Achronum]

After dropping his spell, Nao's eyes slowly faded back to brown. Damn. He hadn't meant to get involved. Maybe it was just an advanced training excersize. Nao hadn't heard anything about one like this but he hardly noticed everything. Maybe he just ruined it. He was going to be in trouble for interfering. He glanced down at his spilt food and hastily started scooping it back onto the plate. His hands shook slightly and he slowed his breathing. Deep breath in, slow exhale, deep breath in, slow exhale. This was the basic breathing technique they taught him during his first year. It helped, to an extent. He finished cleaning up and dumped the food in the trash. He slunk back against the cafeteria wall, fingers moving while muttering. Starting at his feet, he slowly faded away.

Until he staggered, leaning heavily against the wall. The spell vanished. That's right. He hadn't slept. No way he was going to sneak out the entrance now. He took a deep breath and exited the building. Ahead, James, the one he presumed to be called Mark, another in a black spiderman suit, and the girl who had been clinging to the rocket stood seemingly discussing the scattered rocket parts. He gulped and practically tiptoed over, his 5' 11" frame seeming to shrink as he approached. He cleared his throat hesitantly and bowed deeply once he had the small group's attention attention.

"I am so sorry for interrupting your training." Nao spoke softly, keeping his eyes locked on the ground, "My temper gets the best of me sometimes." He felt his fingertips still dripping but firmly decided to deal with that once he had explained himself. The wounds were small and would probably heal on their own quickly anyways.

[Oliver]

Will wandered out into the hall to keep away from the commotion with the rocket. This left him alone, which he wasn't terribly comfortable with, but it was better than getting into harm's way on his first ever day at the school.
He tried to find his way back to his dorm to use the bathroom, but he couldn't remember the way back. The ten year old whimpered quietly, trying to think of who he could ask for directions. His best bet was one of the older kids, but he didn't really have the nerve to just approach them and ask for directions. He walked back outside to where the rocket had exploded, seeing that the ordeal was basically over. He stayed near the back of the crowd of students, trying not to fidget too much or attract attention.

[Jones Sparrow]

James caught his shield as Charlotte tossed it back at him, and gave a grin. "Didn't know if you'd get your armor in time. Good to see you again, Charlotte." he said with a nod and smile, putting the shield back on the strap on his back, wincing a bit at the still fresh injuries on his back. The cut on his cheek had already healed, and he knew that his other injuries would follow suit. His gaze turned to Mark who made an entrance, then a new face who made an appearance. Judging by the suit, he was none other than Ben Poole, Miles Morales' protege. He knew he didn't have any real spider powers, but from what James has heard, he's shown potential in the academy and moved to the Next Avengers program quickly.

As the two talked James moved his gaze towards the scrap metal now on the ground. "I don't think it was intentional. Maybe a new student getting excited and messing up one of their projects..." He said, looking at the group around him. The cough from behind James made him turn, and Nao was there, bowing his head, and his hands bleeding. "I don't think it was a training exercise, or if it was, Mr. Stark has gone a bit crazy threatening some lives. You're not the only one around here that has anger problems. Thanks for the help back there. James gave a smile and did his best to return a bow to him. He may not like his style of magic, but he still did a great deal to help.

"Whoever did this hopefully was caught on camera in the cafeteria. And I hope it was an accident."

As the crowd grew larger, more security drones came to try and calm the situation. One drone actually made its way towards James and the rest of them. "First day back and you've all already started trouble? Tony's not gonna be happy to hear that his flower beds in the lawn got totaled... Rogers, gather up anyone involved in this and bring them to the Hall of Heroes. We all need to have a talk.

The voice was all too familiar to James. It was the Advanced Training Program's head instructor communicating through the drone. James nodded and looked at everyone with a shrug. "I can never tell if he's mad, amused, or both." He joked, watching the small group of them make their way towards the large tower. Before he moved he took one more glance around the courtyard to see the young boy who he had recently saved... well, he didn't know if he actually saved him. For all he knew, that young kid could have been more than capable of protecting himself.

As he moved through the crowd towards the kid, he either got smiles, awkward giggles from girls who made eye contact with him, or glares. No doubt some people thought this was a plot by him to make himself look good in front of everyone... The boy looked just as afraid as ever as James approached, but he gave off a smile. "Hey... uh, I don't think I caught your name before. I'm James... you alright? This stuff doesn't happen all the time I promise. Our professor wanted anyone who was involved in that little thing come over to the tower. I'd like it if you'd join us... Just to make sure you're alright." James' voice didn't try to belittle the young kid, he tried his best to sound as normal as possible. He didn't want to embarrass the kid or offend him by talking to him as if he was a two year old.

[King Kindred]

Richard was late waking up. This always happened on his first day ever since the beginning of his second year. He had arrived the day before to unpack the things he brought back home and decided to get a good rest after staying out until two in the morning. Nothing good ever happens after two a.m. He was sleeping in his makeshift spider web hammock that rested above his own bed. He always wondered if he was weird for liking to rest in the thing every now and then. Besides his family no one even knew this about him.

He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. "Ten... maybe thirty more minutes." His alarm clock on the other hand had other plans and kept blaring until he turned over and shot a web at it. Once attached he pulled the clock up to him and turned it off and jumped down onto the floor. His room looked like a miniature replica of his room back home. He had gotten used to the smaller space so it wasn't really a problem. He turned to his window to see the view he would normally see from his New York home. During his first year there he placed a holographic screen over the window so that he could wake up to the site every morning. "Window off." As he said that the screen faded and revealed the scenery outside of the dormitory.

Richard made his way to the bathroom and started his morning routine of showering, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and etc. This morning fortunately didn't have any sticky mishaps so that was a plus. Once all of that was said and done he put on his clothes which was just a regular black t-shirt with some jeans and an Avengers Academy jacket that he had customized. It was blue with a red A in the right corner of the jacket and on the jacket the word SPIDER was emblazoned in red a little above the center. To top it all off he had his necklace hanging around his neck.

Since he was already late for breakfast he decided to take the scenic route. He looked at his hammock and said, "I'll take you down later." and headed to his window. He opened it and climbed out and made sure to close it and lock it with webs. He didn't want to be the reason a villain was able to get into the dorms. He crawled up the wall and saw some familiar faces below that were looking at him. He waved and continued to head up until he reached the roof.

Once there he looked towards the cafeteria deciding to make a pit stop there before the cafeteria. Just at that moment the rocket situation was coming to its end and explosive shrapnel flew everywhere. He was sure everyone was okay. If not there was no real worry. The school was a school for heroes and geniuses so the medical advancements were well... advanced. Richie didn't hesitate in heading over and arrived once the drones did.

He listened to the drone that approached James and the others and heard the voice of their head instructor. Once he was finished he surprisingly made a gentle landing on top of its head in a crouched position and said, "I missed all the rocket fun. There's no way I'm missing this." He noticed some familiar faces and masks in the group and knew this was going to be interesting.

[Oliver]

Will looked surprised. He wasn't really used to being approached in a friendly manner, especially by older kids. Back at the orphanage, older kids just picked on Will. He listened carefully to the boy, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm Will. Nice to meet you, James. And, uh, sure. I'll join you guys." Said Will, trying his best not to seem nervous. He forced a smile, holding out his hand and wondering if James would take it. He was doing his best to keep still, but it was a bit difficult. He hoped that the tower would have a bathroom...

He was still kind of getting used to this school. It looked as though there weren't a lot of kids his age here. Most of them seemed much older, maybe in the 15 to 18 range. he was only 10 himself, and frankly it was a little intimidating. He was still really new to his abilities, and wasn't really sure why he was being advanced so quickly. Maybe his powers would be really useful once he'd trained them, but for now he didn't really seem like he fit in.

[alexfangtalon]

Alex slowly sat up in his bed to his phone ringing. He reached over to his practically bare bedside table to grab his phone. He answered the phone saying, "Hey, mom." Her response was what most overprotective mothers would say. "I've only been back for a day. How could I already get in trouble?" Alex talked with his mom slowly reassuring her that it was safe. Once they said goodbye Alex looked around his room. It was basically empty except for his bed, table, desk, chair, and all the stuff in his closet. He took his sweet time getting ready for the day. By the time he was done the majority of people on campus would be done with breakfast. Alex was dressed in normal sweatpants, a workout shirt with the Avengers logo in the top left corner, and his signature leather jacket with the detachable hood. He picked up his sheathed Ninjato attaching it to his belt then he stuck his bo staff into its side pocket.

He then left for the Hall of Heroes for the beginning of the day. Despite his Hyper Speed, Alex chose to just walk there and took his sweet time. When he finally got there he saw the small time heroes of the day and the small kid who had been saved. Alex had no idea what had occurred earlier this morning but it was practically a certainty that he would later find out. For now he just stared at the group mostly looking at James. It felt awfully strange to Alex having to be near this guy but no one would ever hear him voice that opinion.

[Psyga315]

"Oh boy... Here we go." Ben said as the group was told to report to the Hall of Heroes. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was getting an earful from the teachers, especially in regards to something he had little to no involvement in. Just then, a familiar person popped by and expressed interest in following.

"Richie! My man! What's up?" Ben raised his hand up high. He then noticed he mentioned not wanting to miss the moment. "Well, if you're goin', guess I am too." Ben said.

[Jones Sparrow]

James smiled as Will accepted the offer. It was interesting to see such a young kid here at the Academy, but to be fair, James enlisted when he was 12, so who was he to say? He didn't know what Will could do or what he was thinking, but he wasn't just going to leave him traumatized after seeing an almost death experience in a place he thought would be safe. He took the young boy's hand. "This your first year?" As they all walked to the tower, James tried his best to give Will the unofficial tour of the place, pointing at things, and at people who were descendants of famous heroes.

The Hall of Heroes was the most impressive building in the Academy. The first floor was a bit like a museum, displaying all the heroes who have come and gone into the Avengers, but in the center of the room were the costumes and information of the founding members of the Avengers so long ago. Captain America, Thor, Iron-Man, Ant-man, Hulk, and Wasp... It always sent chills down James' spine whenever he walked into this room. They were their legacy. One day their suits will be in here with the likes of Spider-Man, Falcon, and so many more.

He saw that Vix and Annabelle were already here, and soon everyone else followed suit. James looked down at Will to see his expression on his face. He didn't know if his parents were in this collection, or if he was impressed at all, but something told him that Will was going to make it here some day...

James caught movement from the corner of his eye. He turned to see that Alex Kinney made an appearance. It was always a weird feeling whenever the two were in the same room... His mother was cloned from Grandpa Logan's genes, which means that they were technically related. He remembered the conversation Grandpa Logan had with him when Alex first came to the academy. He had been through a lot as a kid, and that James had to keep an eye on him so nothing bad happens. He didn't specifically knew what that meant at the time, but from the small conversations that they had, he knew not to pry too much into it.

Maybe one day they'll talk about this kind of stuff...

He was about to go talk to Alex until the elevator in the corner of the room opened, and out came an older man, with graying brown hair, with a matching beard, and probably the best poker face in the world. He wore a nice red and blue suit, and his eyes scanned the room. "Mr. Lang--" James started, but the older man simply shook his head.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The old man demanded, looking at the small group that joined. For all the years James trained under Scott Lang, he could never know if he was angry, or if he was simply asking and wanted to know how the situation went.

[Orange Juice]

The situation played itself out rather well. The students aptly handled it all and kept everyone safe. Annabelle only hoped things would go as smoothly out in the field, lord knows they would be handling things a lot more dangerous than just bottle rockets. She bit the corner of her thumbs fingernail, a bad habit she had adopted during her first few nervous weeks at the academy. She turned slightly towards Vix as the projection faded.
"Problem is, what you prefer doesn't always lead to the one as you put it." She spoke, rather pessimistically. "Anyway, enough of that soppy stuff." She continued, intending to continue speaking but stopped herself as the group from the cafeteria made their way into the hall of heroes. "Looks like stuff is starting, we'd better join the group." She stated rather formally before making her way up to the group and following suit.

[Oliver]

Will nodded, following as James led him up to the tower. The campus was huge; he had no idea how he was supposed to learn to get around it.

A man maybe a little older than Will's foster father Mr. Fleeter. Despite the man's neutral expression, Will could tell that he was probably irritated with them. Will didn't really know himself what was going on, so he remained silent when the man addressed the group. He still urgently needed to pee, and that was about all he could think about. He fidgeted around a bit, as if he were unable to stay still any longer. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hunching over a bit and chewing on his knuckles. His messy dark brown hair was all over his face by this point, but he didn't reach up to rearrange it. But other than that, he tried his best to keep himself composed. No use drawing attention to himself in this kind of situation.

Feeling like he could be more useful to the interrogation, he wracked his memory for exactly what had happened. He was just on his way out of the cafeteria, without having eaten anything, when suddenly James jumped in front of him and deflected a rocket. Some of the older kids took the rocket outside to detonate it, and he himself had followed them out after wandering around a bit looking for a bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand before speaking up.
"...Someone made a rocket in the caf. I don't think anyone got hurt, though."

[pyroman]

Charlotte considered herself, as well as everyone on campus, lucky that James took more after Steve Rogers than Logan Howlett. James sure knew how to talk to people, something that Charlotte herself wasn't as good at doing. Aside from Annabelle and occasionally bumping heads with Mark, she didn't do a whole lot of socializing. Vix could sort of be considered a second hand friend through Annabelle, but Charlotte could not honestly remember the last conversation that she had with Vix.

In any case, the young boy who had been wrapped up in all of this with the rest of them had been brought along to the Hall of Heroes to speak with the one and only Advanced Training Program Instructor. He was a bit hard to deal with, but nothing worse than how she'd seen some drill sergeants treat some Boots. She went willingly along. Every little motion she made loosened the armor from her body until it was ready to peel off, revealing Charlotte again. She tapped the belt buckle, and the suit flew away without a word from COR. Sometimes things just didn't need to be said.

Speaking of both Annabelle and Vix, the two had decided to join the group as well. Charlotte waved them both to walk over to her, smiling at them. "Enjoy the first scene of the school year? I didn't really take part in the ones years before."

The hall of heroes surrounded her and all of the other students. Her Grandfather, Tony Stark, and many more all lined hall. No matter how many times she walked through, she was surprised that Pepper didn't get a Rescue statue somewhere, or at the very least a not totally selfish plaque by Tony.

Then Mister Lang showed up. She could never really tell with Lang, but was pretty sure that the situation wasn't as dire as he was talking about it like. The boy had been the first to answer Lang's question. Apparently his name was Will. A nice name. Charlotte nodded in agreement and took a small step towards Lang.

"I had just gotten there when it burst into the cafeteria. A few of us led it outside and took care of it before it could cause major harm."

[TalijaKey]

Vix saw the group of people arrive, her classmates. "As you say." Vix followed Annabelle into the group. mr. Lang was the one who meet them questioning about the scene in the cafeteria. It was not interesting to Vix as she had a recording of the events thanks to someone streaming it. Decided to send it to mr. Lang mail. It included the twitter feed that went along as well as links to threads of some students forums who were making conspiracy theories about the whole thing already.

As well including a few words of her own opinion with the most likelihood written in the mail. It didnt have to be the most likely situationm but it was the safest bet.

Mr. Lang,
Most likely a third year student misfire.
In greetings Vix

That done, she gave a nod to Charlotte, who she recognized first by the armor. It was the first time they would share the same class. Vix curiosity about her raised. A young boy spoke up first. She looked at him, noticing his strained posture and the slight fidgeting. A second long medical and thermal scans explained it to her.

The boy named Will had a urgent biological need.

Charlotte decided to speak next, moving the attention away from Will. Vix stepped up beside the boy placing her hand softly on his shoulder to get his attention. She had learned enough tact to lean to the boy with a warm smile and whisper.

"The toilets are beside the staircase, just down the hall on the left."

She pointed it briefly, before moving away to stand and removing her hand from the youngest member of the group. Looking around she spotted Richard with another spider clad student. She gave him a silent greeting with a wave. After the first mishap that she referred to as The sticky incident that happened in her first weeks of her academy days, they become more friendly. He was a nice conversation partner. Vix concluded that the class for the advance program was a nice one.

[Oliver]

Will blinked in surprise, blushed a bit, then nodded. "Thanks." He said quietly, forcing a small smile.
He'd have to wait to leave until the older man was done interrogating them, but at least now he knew where he was going.
As it stood, it seemed like some of the older kids had a pretty solid grasp on what had happened. He hoped whoever made the rocket would fess up quick, because he didn't know how much longer he could wait. And publicly humiliating himself was not a good way to start his first day at Avenger Academy.
He listened as a tall girl who couldn't have been any younger than 18 spoke up, adding on to his weak explanation of the situation. At least this was going relatively quickly.

[Achronum]

Nao groaned inwardly as they walked through the Hall of Heros. He actively avoided this building after his orientation tour. It was a place for legends, those who strode toward the light relentlessly. Nao wasn't like that. He was brought up by the very darkness they swore to fight. He was tainted by it. He felt small in the presence of these legends. During his first year, he nearly left the academy. Between the bullying and ostrigization from the other magical students and the relentless march of remedial classes, Nao felt out of place. He'd missed years of academic and cultural advancement. He discovered music when he was 13. It took him months to acclimate to the idea of cars and even now he couldn't use a computer effectively. He wielded some of the darkest magics in the book and years of training made it almost impossible for his stoic facade to drop. The Hall of Heros served as a reminder of what he wasn't.

Two females wandered into the group as the approached the center. His nose twitched as he instinctively felt for their blood. Anyone who regularly practice blood magic developed a sixth sense for blood quality and types since spells were specific and often times you didn't have time to ask questions while stripping the liquid out of another's body. The girl with green skin and tipped ears was obviously inhuman. He didn't need magical senses to tell that. He frowned. The other didn't have a scent to her. Interesting. He shook his head slightly. No, bad Nao. That was an invasion of privacy on the highest level.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The voice snapped Nao out of his contemplations. Mr. Scott Lang addressed the group. Nao had a hard time getting a feel for the situtation; the man's face betrayed nothing. The young boy stepped forward to explain, followed by Charlotte. They seemed to have covered the basics of the situation, no need for him to get involved. He glanced at his watch and blanched. He'd never skipped class before. A yawn rose unbidden but he managed to stifle it. A sharp pick on his hand reminded him of something. He was still bleeding. He quickly ruffled through his bag, careful not to drip blood inside, and pulled out small band aids. He tipped off each finger.

[King Kindred]

Richard jumped down from the drone and high fived Ben. He couldn't leave him hanging. Spider pun not intended. He followed the others to the Hall of Heroes and looked around. No matter how many times he entered this building he was always fascinated. It was like each time he entered he noticed and took in something new. It seemed that others were already here when they arrived. Including Vix. The start of their friendship wa a crazy one. You wouldn't even think they'd become friends after that. She didn't seem to notice him at first and before he could get her attention Scott Lang came on the scene. Or Mr. Lang.

By the way he interrupted James, Richard figured that he was probably upset if even just mildly so. When he asked if they enjoyed the show and what happened Richie just shook his head. "I was actually late to the whole thing." Though considering how lax the school seemed with weapons and technology out in the open on campus he was surprised that there weren't accidents more frequently. Dealing with a few accidents a day every day would actually be some good training. Maybe he should try and set that up. Get the more accident prone students to do what they do best. Soon the young wall crawler was lost in thought.

He soon remembered where he was and noticed Vix waving at him. He smiled and waved back. This was already getting boring fast. He walked over to Mr. Lang and wrapped his arm around him like they were old pals. "No one got hurt. Well, no one except for James over there and he... you know. You must've asked them here for more than just asking what happened, right? Come on. Get to the good stuff."

[alexfangtalon]

Alex watched the group when Scott Lang showed up talking about some 'incident' that happened mere moments ago. He listened for a bit then inserted himself in the conversation, "Come on Mr. Lang. We all know the school has state-of-the-art tech. Is there any real reason to ask these guys when you can just watch some footage. It's the first day. Someone probably just got to anxious or nervous working on some sort of project then lost focus. As long as no one got hurt there is no reason to hold up class. So, please sir." In truth if it hadn't been for the fact that this would hold up his day Alex probably wouldn't have said anything.

He looked around at the small group gathered around. A few faces he knew a few he didn't. Alex wasn't the most sociable guy around so most had no clue he even existed unless they were apart of the Next Avengers Program where he was one of the best fighters. He also offered his skills as a sparing partner to anyone who needed it due to his powers. Not many took up the offer though since not many people even know of this offer. Either way he was most likely going to know these people very well soon if he didn't already.

[SuddenSardines]

Mark took stock of the situation as everyone else made sure no one was hurt. Not being much of a people person, he focused himself on making sure no dangerous compounds were released by the rocket. Mark felt an odd itching sensation in his eyes as Euclid took over his optical senses. After a cursory scan, he was certain there weren't any harmful compounds released by the rocket. Return Euclid to its inactive state, he noticed Mr. Lang had sent a security drone to collect them. Great. His first day back and there was already problems. Not one to engage in conversation, he kept quiet as he made his way to the Hall of Heroes.

Mark noticed a number of other students he recognized from the Next Avengers Program also making their way to the Hall. Keeping to the rear, he followed them all in to meet with Mr. Lang. As everyone answered his questions, Mark kept quiet in the back. They could all sum up what happened. He figured he'd just wait until it was time for class.

[Jones Sparrow]

Everyone had a say on what happened in the cafeteria, and the more everyone spoke the more Lang seemed to be a bit irritated. James was wondering what he was getting at, and why exactly he was asking. Like everyone said, it was caught on cameras all over the place. phones, security cameras, drones on the scene... Before James could get his explanation, he interrupted everyone. "Yes, yes, I get it, a ton of cameras, no one was hurt, that's fine and all, but that's not what I'm asking.

A floating screen flew into the room, showing the the "highlights" of the whole situation this morning. "Like Mr. Parker said, I'm not an idiot who doesn't know how to look online to the top trending youtube video this morning. Uncoordination, reckless leaps of faith, waiting to join in until absolutely necessary! What kind of team works like that? Rogers, I'm guessing you were praying for someone to grab that rocket before it blew up on the ceiling and killed a ton of students? Miss Rhodes, jumping on to the damn thing could have triggered something in the already malfunctioning rocket! and Poole just stood there watching the thing! The only real good thing you remembered was listening to the grandson of Steve Rogers, and working together to stop the debris... So, I ask again. What happened?"

"With all due respect, sir, Grandpa Rogers told me stories of how the founding members couldn't seem to cooperate well at first... We're still trying our best. Mark took the initiative after I swatted the rocket away... Nao, Charlotte, and everyone worked together to keep any other students from getting hurt or involved because we are still trying to figure ourselves out and everyone else. We'll do better next time." James' fist was clenched the whole time. He knew Scott Lang knew what he was talking about, but yelling at everyone for being in a school to learn how to use their powers because they didn't cooperate was a bit unfair.

"Very poetic, James... Just like your granddad. I don't need the speech. You are all... well, almost all he glanced at Will "are the next generation to take the mantle of heroes. We can't let miscommunication be the reason the world ends... You did well, but you need to do better! Any Questions?"

[pyroman]

So it was a chewing out. That little step that Charlotte had taken was immediately undone as Lang went off. Yes, James should have started the action and called in some people to direct it out first. However, it was when the man mentioned Charlotte that she looked down. They were in the advanced training program, yeah, but they were still learning the rights and wrongs of how to act. All of that was a learned experience, if Charlotte's grandfather had told her anything about rising to be a hero.

It was bad judgement on her part. She wasn't the most capable to handle redirecting a rocket, and she also made a bad call on summoning only her arms first. She should have summoned the entire suit and tried to take a scan of it first. That would have let them know if it was dangerous or not.

However, she was a little mad that Lang didn't even mention how she took a stand too, to help formulate a plan with James. Listen to the grandson of Steve Rogers. Lang couldn't even call James by his own name the first time around. It was the little things like that which kept her from calling him Mister Lang.

She was almost going to let her smart ass ask a question, but she knew it wouldn't have earned her, or the group as a whole, any points. If she would have said something, it would have twisted Lang's words around to make them seem a bit more pep-talk-y. James making the safe call of allowing someone more qualified to stop a missile take the first step? Herself redirecting the missile as best she could with her own thrusters? Poole unsure of his own ability, so stepping back unless they really needed him? From what she heard, Lang used to be a smartaleck back in the day, so he could probably out-quip her, and most of the people in the room, military background or not.

"So... What's the penalty? Or does the pep-talk part negate the chewing-out part of this little gathering?"

Of course she couldn't not say anything.

[Oliver]

Will said nothing, mostly just waiting for an opportunity to leave. He had a lot of places he'd rather be than here, namely the bathroom, but after that he wanted to have a chance to unpack his stuff before class. The ten year old silently edged his way to the back of the small group of students, anxiously chewing on the end of his jacket sleeve. His other hand twirled strands of his dark brown hair, his gaze cast on the ground although he was still technically paying attention. He didn't have a lot to do with the situation with the rocket, other than almost being its victim, so he wasn't quite sure why he had to be here.