Connor reluctantly went to class, for his next class it was captain American's class, having deccided not to take Dr Pym's class. Dr Pym was interesting, as was his fighting style, but Connor knew what he needed to work on, and using simply thought in fighting wasn't something he needed to focus on. CA's class would be better suited for him, or so he hoped. 

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Phoebe looked up at the bell, and sighed, smiling at Sam. She had decided to go a different way this year, and she wanted to work on other skills, in other words, she wanted to know how to fight beyond a simply punch. She knew she couldn't always rely on her plants, after all. Still, she knew she wouldn't have the strength for the more physical demands on teachers like Pym, or Captain America, and thus, she had come to register for Romanoffs classes. So, saying goodbye to Sam, she darted off. 

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Kalinda was in Dr Pym's class already, having gone there pretty much ten minutes before the Bell rang. She was at the back, looking down at her desk. As Kijani answered the question, Kalinda shifted and leaned forward, "There is also emotions. You might be the size of an ant, your emotions would be smaller, but still more complex then an ants, or, say, a speak of dirt which has no emotions. There is also having advance technology, as I'm sure some of the class may have, that can assist in finding you as well"