[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] Cafeteria
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=ff48a5]Costume: [/color][/b] Avenger's Academy Student.
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Mary Sue's brow furrowed at the comment about her age. It was obviously something meant to get under her skin. Children of that age wouldn't be at this school in the first instance. Not that she had to point that out, she realized, given that she was just being made fun of. She did grit her teeth in frustration though; it was like he didn't get it. "[color=ff48a5]We're... Here to save people, right? That's what we wanna learn to do.[/color]" She was trying to phrase things carefully, because she had complicated feelings. She wanted to be a hero, and she wanted to do well, but for once, this was a thing she wasn't just doing for her. This was a thing she was doing for other people, and that just fueled her more. 

"[color=ff48a5]If we mess up, or we aren't strong enough, people will get hurt. I... Can't imagine sending myself out to try and stop that from happening, and not being the best version of myself. I'm not there yet, how can anything else come first?[/color]" She knew that sounded preachy, but that was how she felt. For all she wanted to be, she still didn't think that she was enough, and until she was, she had to keep pushing forward. She didn't know how people could see this situation differently, it just didn't fit in her brain.