When exactly was it that I became a hero? When exactly did I ask for powers? I mean I guess there isn’t a person alive who’s never wondered about what it would be like, but nobody would want to take the deal I ended up with. A dead father and a mother whose status is currently unconfirmed. I know MY problems aren’t really the worst of them, but I can’t just act like it’s nothing to spare the feeling of others. We’ve all got our own crap to deal with. I’m just glad there are others who kind of understand.
Don’t think I’m just sitting around complaining. That would be childish and stupid. At least I think it would be. But the point is in this world where villains rule and heroes are pretty much nonexistent I’m just one of a small group of the current and apparently newest generation of heroes. And one way or another we’re gonna take back what’s ours and save the world before anyone else ends up suffering like so many already have. At least… That’s the plan.
Tyler zoomed through the open space of the training room. He dodged each blast and obstacle which came in his way. “Pick up the pace! You think this is gonna be enough to really handle yourselves out there?!” A loud yet somewhat scratchy voice called out. The battle drones kept coming at the small team of young heroes. The old man behind the controls only amped up the levels on it.
“Hey chill out Wolverine. We don’t want ‘em to die before they really get to get out there on the front lines.” A more feminine voice came from behind the old former hero. “We can’t afford to cut them too much slack Laura.” He answered calmly as he watched over them. Drones with blasters set to stun, others of different sizes for various forms of physical combat and of course the flying drones. Those were on Tyler’s, tail. “I don’t normally agree with him, but even I think we’ve gotta make sure they’re ready.” The Hulk said calmly as he towered over the two also watching.
“Guys! Anyone care to help?!” Tyler shouted. Sure everyone had their hands full, but one of the main points of the training exercises like these was teamwork. The worst part of it was it was 7AM and they’d already been at it for an hour. Well as far as training drills went this wasn’t the worst. Simulating a surprise attack while they were sleeping was just one of the many forms of drills the teens were subject to on a daily basis.
Still, even though it was tough, it was necessary. Their so-called mentors simply wanted the teens to be ready. If they weren’t who knew what could happen when they actually went out to try and bring down the horde of bad guys who had caused the world to deteriorate into the state it was currently in.
Don’t think I’m just sitting around complaining. That would be childish and stupid. At least I think it would be. But the point is in this world where villains rule and heroes are pretty much nonexistent I’m just one of a small group of the current and apparently newest generation of heroes. And one way or another we’re gonna take back what’s ours and save the world before anyone else ends up suffering like so many already have. At least… That’s the plan.
Tyler zoomed through the open space of the training room. He dodged each blast and obstacle which came in his way. “Pick up the pace! You think this is gonna be enough to really handle yourselves out there?!” A loud yet somewhat scratchy voice called out. The battle drones kept coming at the small team of young heroes. The old man behind the controls only amped up the levels on it.
“Hey chill out Wolverine. We don’t want ‘em to die before they really get to get out there on the front lines.” A more feminine voice came from behind the old former hero. “We can’t afford to cut them too much slack Laura.” He answered calmly as he watched over them. Drones with blasters set to stun, others of different sizes for various forms of physical combat and of course the flying drones. Those were on Tyler’s, tail. “I don’t normally agree with him, but even I think we’ve gotta make sure they’re ready.” The Hulk said calmly as he towered over the two also watching.
“Guys! Anyone care to help?!” Tyler shouted. Sure everyone had their hands full, but one of the main points of the training exercises like these was teamwork. The worst part of it was it was 7AM and they’d already been at it for an hour. Well as far as training drills went this wasn’t the worst. Simulating a surprise attack while they were sleeping was just one of the many forms of drills the teens were subject to on a daily basis.
Still, even though it was tough, it was necessary. Their so-called mentors simply wanted the teens to be ready. If they weren’t who knew what could happen when they actually went out to try and bring down the horde of bad guys who had caused the world to deteriorate into the state it was currently in.