He had never really been short of meeting supers before, his parents were more than willing to introduce him to their fellow heroes and heroines to him, even if they much preferred to live in what little retirement they were still pursuing, but meeting already established heroes was different from meeting those whom he was eventually going to work with and call his team mates. For some reason, he felt a little bit more giddy and excitable sitting in the Quinjet with adolescent teens blessed with powers they had yet to learn to control or use correctly than with full fledged heroes like giant man or the fantastic four, given he had been just as excited then. None of them could hold a torch to Mr Stark though, that was one part of his mind that he kept carefully encapsulated by a velvet red rope as he looked around the little gang they had going on. Only partially listening to what they were saying, well partial was like fully listening for him, it was the most attention he'd ever give, the rest given to fuel the part of his brain that continued to run like a horse on a race track, spewing out thoughts and throwing out lines of incessant rambling; some of which went through a filter before it escaped his mouth, other's mostly just going straight to the talking parts of his brain. Luckily, he was aware enough to remain silent whilst everyone started to introduce themselves. 

  And whilst he catalogued away their powers into his chaotic system of order, his eyes couldn't help but light up a little just listening to them. Oh sure, hacking into their files gave him enough information about each of them for the most part, hearing them talk about themselves out loud just helped him match their faces to their files, but S.H.I.E.L.D was only so good at studying powers. He was going to make it his own personal goal to study exactly what these supers could do, in the name of scientific discovery off course and to add onto to his own creation. He would need more information on exactly what Captain Denmark over there could do, but already his brain was humming with all the possibilities, especially when Wingo beside him finally spoke a full sentence. His gaze immediately darting over to him as he licked his lips, wondering if he could create something to prevent that sort of consequence in the future. Maybe something that shocked whoever applied too much pressure to the base of his wings or some vibranium plating in his suit there...Vibranium wasn't exactly easy to come by, but he could dream and scheme and find some way to weasel out something from Fury. So lost in his own mind for that single moment, he nearly didn't catch when 'Hecate' started to speak to him, 

 Eyes darting over to her, his grin widened as he rocked on his seat, a testament to the nervous energy he felt coursing through him. Young enough where the racing of his mind seemed to match the energy of his physical body or maybe it was a sugar high, he had had a lot of sugar in the past hour, trying his hand at a bit of biology, involved a lot of saturated sweets, was maybe just an excuse for him to gulp down a lot of sugar in his own room for one last time before he went off. He was sure Mom knew something was up, but as long as he didn't border on diabetic, he figured she didn't mind so much. It wasn't like him on a sugar high was any different than him usually. Anyway, what was he doing in the span of the 0.45 nanoseconds that he had spaced out? Oh right, right, socializing. 

 "Well, everyone knows red always beats out blue." He retorted, flashing her a grin before he followed her gaze over to their latest arrival. When had they had their latest arrival? This jet was really smooth or the girl had some invisible quality to her powers, whatever the case, he leaned over in his seat just to catch a glimpse of their latest 'classmate' from over the large silhouette of Wingo and Ringo. Well, she looked rather petite as well, maybe she was just another spy on board, he'd have to go look up her file maybe, when he got around to it, but he did faintly recall something about a speedster in school. They were always really fun, at least the ones he knew off so far and he definitely knew speedsters. Heck, he could've been a speedster, well just without the speed. Anyhow, he couldn't resist piping up about that one, 

 "You mean the Flash like those comics? I think the writers were on a comic binge when they were writing him! I mean, instantaneous travel speed is one thing, but what do you think they were thinking with the whole spandex costume thing? Please tell me your superhero suit isn't spandex. I mean, I'm sure you'd look great in it, but you know how fast that stuff wears out, not that I know, but-" 

 He was interrupted as they started to make another touchdown, having not noticed until the door started to open again and more proof of perfection existing in this world walked in and caught his eye, 

 "Hey I've seen you around!" He exclaimed out loud at their latest arrival, eyes darting over to the guy in some brightened recognition, though he didn't seem to be the only one who knew him as Ringo, now only a Work in Progress name whilst he figured out something better, he was sure Frenchie wasn't a good one and Frog was a very bad racial slur instead of a quirky nickname to aid his failing memory about remembering people's real names, off topic, got up and practically rushed down the boy. Geez, did all muscle bound blue eyed brunettes just know each other? Were they all part of the same fitness club or something? Maybe there really was a boy band on board of this thing and if so, did they need a lead guitarist? Or modified guitars? He was never big into the musical scene or anything, but synthesizing a musical instrument or a rock robot, well that was an idea. Or maybe it was the sugar. No, definitely an idea....no the sugar, well, he'd do a blood test later on, but he was definitely sure it was an idea. A good one. 

 He came back to to a spew of French between Mr muscles and Ringo, WIP, over there. His gaze fixed onto the former. He was so utterly sure that he had seen him before and he didn't just remember any muscle bound adonis that crossed his path. The both of them seemed like close friends, must be what having a brother must be like and for all he knew, they could actually be twins with the way they looked; he was sure that hotness was a genetic trait that scientists had yet to completely isolate. But anyhow, he was so so sure that he had seen Mr muscles somewhere before, trying to sort through his memory of the files he had hacked to try and place him. There hadn't been that many new files, a testament to how little the school seemed to increase it's student body every year. It was more than just the files though as he narrowed his gaze up at the man, only vaguely listening to whatever banter was going on between them and he meant vaguely, because what was with all the non English? He didn't have anything against it, just why..They'd all need built in translators for every known language in the book if this kept up, actually that was an idea, but again again off topic, so very much off topic when he finally placed the face of the man before him to the correct memory, 

 "Your pictures on Uncle Stark's photos file!" He exclaimed aloud, pointing a finger at the man as if revealing some great accusation. Off course, he knew he had seen him somewhere before and that was on Stark's desktop computer, in the file he kept as his photo album. The man didn't see the point of physical photography and Will very much agreed because at this point, digital was safer than what could potentially be destroyed in a fire and despite this whole train of thought, he still couldn't place exactly who the guy was because Stark hadn't explained anything about the album and Will hadn't want to confess he had been snooping through his stuff when he wasn't suppose to, granted he hadn't gotten through any of the tougher firewalls anyway, but the point was he had seen Garret before, even if only in digital pixels. Question now was why did Stark have a picture of him? Granted, Stark had alot of pictures of various heroes and so on, but as far as he knew, this guy was pretty off the radar, he had certainly never heard of him before so well, the whole situation was just confusing and he really really disliked being confused. 

 Even more confusing now that he just admitted he didn't have any powers, unless.... "You have to be a spy then!" A second pointed finger, this time followed by his whole face lighting up, "Whatever spy gadgets you have throw them away! They're probably outdated anyway or hideous looking, you know I think Shield has something on about giving their spies cruddy looking gadgets? Like all spies in general, all those spy movies, I mean, the ones that are actually practical just look awful and clunky or the CGI looks like throw up." He started off into another ramble, gesturing for greater effect before a soft beep echoed through out the little gathering they had made and an automated voice filled the chamber, 

 [colour=blue] "Remaining stops before final destination, 1 [@Carlsberg]."[/colour]

  "Whoo, we're finally getting things on the road! Whoever is bunking with me, I call top bunk!"