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[b]Location:[/b] Queens, New York; Avengers Academy 
[b]Interactions:[/b] Everyone[hr]

	The first students had made their way to the academy; the siblings, Izkry and Belasý. Professor Hulk had not heard their full story from the sergeant, but he heard enough. It hurt that it was a story he had grown all the more accustomed to over his years as a hero, where those with gifts were abused, betrayed, and manipulated. Whether it was Mutantkind, the Inhumans, or anything in-between, it was always something. Still, he hardly let such dismal thoughts show on his face as he politely took the eager young man's handshake. [color=39b54a]"It's a pleasure to meet you both properly, and on behalf of everyone working here, we're just as thankful you chose to be here. I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision, but I'll do my best to show it was the right one."[/color] It was hard not to believe him; perhaps it was just his size that easily dwarfed the two, but he seemed larger-than-life, and his confidence in his words was backed up by a smile that seemed to hold no concerns for what the future may bring. 

	Shortly afterwards, the next arrival made their landing, though it was far more dramatic than the siblings...If you were willing to ignore the several minutes it took the young man to make it through the entire school after the Quinjet landed safely upon the rooftop of the school, where Happy was able to secure their transportation. It would look a bit off to just have a jet sitting atop the academy, so luckily, they thought ahead. They had reached out to Doctor Pym beforehand, and the use of Pym Particles allowed them to keep a small collection of Quinjets shrunk down to more manageable sizes, ready to be deployed straight from the rooftop whenever the moments called. Past that, the newcomer had arrived. Young Sigurd, the child of the legendary Asgardian Heimdall, who once watched over the Bifrost, the gate between realms. The Professor had no doubt such a thing was a heavy burden for the young man to carry, especially with recent news claiming he'd managed to manifest some form of the presumed-destroyed rainbow bridge. Alleviating that kind of pressure would be important...Though he had a feeling a certain someone's teaching would make that far more difficult. Hulk also noticed Hogan alongside the Asgardian, clearly a bit winded from having traveled through the school. His days of fitness from being Tony Stark's bodyguard (however unnecessary that was) were behind him, sadly. 
	The Professor was happy to exchange both bows and handshakes with Sigurd. With all his interactions with Asgardians, he had grown used to some manner of pomp and circumstance. [color=39b54a]"I certainly hope it will be. It's good to have you, Sigurd."[/color] Punctuating the statement, Hulk briefly clasped the Asgardian boy's shoulders with a bit of extra force before the young man stepped patiently to the side, like an inside joke between people who could tear through a car the same way someone could tear through a tissue.

	Hulk barely had time to relax before the next arrival had darted in front of him, her small and lithe frame belying her impressive capabilities. He had heard from Spider-Man that she seemed to possess quite the potential, though he also certainly didn't hide his concern in the potential origins of the young lady's gifts. From what the Professor knew, the wall-crawler was looking into things, but he hadn't heard back from him just yet. Snapping back to attention to the energetic youth in front of him, Banner gave a slightly awkward laugh, not fully prepared for someone so clearly ecstatic to be here. Yet it also brought a smile to his face. [color=39b54a]"Well, I'm more than happy to meet you as well, Mia."[/color] He granted her a firm handshake. He had (sadly) fought Peter more than enough times to know how tough he could be, and Ms. Thompson before him was no different. 

	As the Professor continued interacting with his current entourage, he could see a new figure out of the corner of his eye; Hazel. There were plenty of ways for him to tell who this was, but the floating motorcycle gave it away. Oh, and the compact wrist computer as well. And, well...While it was rude to think, her general body language saying that she most certainly didn't care to be here was another factor that made him certain as to who they were. As they strode into the grounds of the Academy, the first thing out of their mouth was a complaint. Professor Hulk merely sighed, the smile he had been carrying now dropped. [color=39b54a]"I understand your discontent with them, but SHIELD is a government body, at the end of the day. If they had asked to confiscate or replicate your work, it'd be one thing, but they just wanted it to have secure passage as you made it to the academy. Though, I hadn't heard anything about dismantling..."[/color] The Professor muttered that last bit to himself, likely only audible to Mia due to her held proximity to the Professor. Shaking his head though, Hulk spoke once more to the silently irate inventor. [color=39b54a]"Still, I'm glad you made it here, and more importantly, that you chose to come here. I'm sure Rhodey will be pleased, too."[/color] Banner got back his smile, though when he made the comment on War Machine, he glanced cautiously up to the second story of the prodigious building. No gunfire yet, so it seemed there wasn't a fight. Yet. He silently hoped Rhodey would be able to talk the merc out of school grounds, but, well...He wasn't called 'War Machine' for his diplomacy skills. 

	The next arrival was one Professor Hulk had been personally quite excited for. One Mazie Murdock, otherwise known by Crimson Angel. Amongst all their prospective candidates, what she may lack in proper field experience, she made up for in spades with years of training from some of the most prolific martial masters Earth could muster. That sort of thing could not be undervalued, as he had learned in his years as an Avenger. Sure, he was 'The Incredible Hulk', but dozens of times in those years did he find the day saved by members whose extraordinary gifts were not born by circumstances or birth, but by harrowing years of training and improvement. She would be a more than welcome addition. It also helped that she was polite. He took her handshake in kind, careful to gauge his strength. For however skilled she was, she was also still human. He could break her a thousand times over if he just put in a little too much force...Those kinds of thoughts always lingered in the back of his head, even when he was simply The Hulk. Ironically enough, he found his concerns wiped away by the calculating look behind her bright blue eyes, clearly prying for weakness. He couldn't help but smirk; even if he didn't interact with her much, he knew enough to safely say this girl was her mother's daughter. [color=39b54a]"The honor is all mine, Crimson Angel. And I'm pleased to see you managed to wrangle one of our staff members into actually arriving today."[/color] The jolly green giant gave a joking chuckle as he glanced off to the gates of Avengers Academy, watching as Daniel conversed with the Murdocks. 

	Absorbed in his interaction with Mazie, the Professor had nearly missed the latest student to reach the school grounds, being one Cassius Munroe. He had one similarity with the young lady before him; he, too, could be considered something of a 'legacy' child, though that was where the comparisons ended. Truth be told, he was surprised the young man had taken up at the academy. Ignoring the fact he had a perfectly valid option through Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning, from what little he had known of Cassius beforehand would've told him that he would not wish to be involved with something such as this, but...Those five years after what the Mad Titan did changed much. Too much. The glance he shared with the young Mutant held a hidden kernel of shame. What had happened to him was at no small fault to Hulk, either. He could've done more...He should have. 
	He was shaken from these dire thoughts as Cassius actually spoke up, and Professor Hulk couldn't help but give a bemused smile. Yes, it certainly was a nice place. [color=39b54a]"Just make sure not to loiter too far off, Thunderbolt."[/color] It was a name that only meant something to the both of them, in all likelihood. The title the young man held when he fought for the people of New York, back before the Snap was reversed. Despite all of his posturing, there was one thing the Profess knew for certain. That course of action took bravery; it took heroism. He'd do just fine here. 

	The next student to make their appearance was not seen first, but heard, by none other than Matthew Murdock, his head perking up as he tilted his gaze skyward. It was a fruitless endeavor for him, of course, but it was more to make the point. Something was coming. [color=ed1c24]"I don't suppose...?"[/color] The lawyer had barely turned his head towards Iron Fist, but he was quick to respond in kind. [color=fff79a]"Yes. You may want to brace yourselves..."[/color] And with that, it wasn't long before Alcides made his dramatic entrance, landing bodily onto the paved sidewalk, easily noticeable cracks and fractures forming across his impromptu landing pad. Though, admittedly, there had been plenty worse property damage caused by the actual Avengers. Matt shook his head as if disapprovingly, but a small smile played on the man's lips, while Elektra held a cold glare in her eyes. For his part in all of this, the one known as Iron Fist remained perfectly stoic. With the weak apology offered up, it was Mr. Murdock who spoke up. [color=ed1c24]"Personally, I'd save the apologies for Mrs. Stark. She's the one paying for all this, after all."[/color] With that bit of tongue-in-cheek banter out of the way, the three adults let the metal-suited youth head his way into the Academy grounds proper. 
	Jason's interaction with the Headmaster was polite and brief. Well, there had been worse first impressions made today, that much was certain. [color=39b54a]"That will be fine, Jason. We'll have plenty of time to drop your armor off soon enough."[/color] And that was true; he was planning a tour of the grounds once today's student body was properly gathered up, and that'd offer the perfect opportunity for the young man to store his suit. And perhaps Miss Jackson's work, too, if he could convince her it would be secure in the Academy. They could hardly have the thing parked out here all the time. 

	The roar of engines signaled the arrival of a pair Hulk had been perfectly prepared for to be fashionably late. The Wolverines. It was no surprise to him that the moment Logan stepped off his ride, he stalked off to avoiding confronting a gaggle of confusing new youths right off the bat. For a man who'd been a teacher as long as he had, he always seemed strangely bad with kids. Laura, on the other hand, was a little more proactive; whether out of an actual want to be included or simply wishing to bite the bullet, Hulk couldn't say. Still, he couldn't help but give a chuckle at her introductions. [color=39b54a]"And hello to you too, Laura. I'm glad you made it. Or would it be more accurate to say 'I'm glad Logan dragged you here'?"[/color] In spite of the accusatory nature of the words, the Professor's tone made it sound anything but, combined with a joking smirk across his face. 

	As if to punctuate the method of transportation chosen by the two latest Mutant arrivals, the rev of another engine could be heard as another new individual made their way into the Academy grounds. This was the one the Hulk knew solely off visuals; not because he'd met the young man beforehand, but because it could prove vital for him to be able to identify him right off the bat. That young man, Elias...Was a Ghost Rider. That was never something to be taken lightly. He could end up endangering others, if poor circumstances allowed it. Hulk knew the Spirit of Vengeance was hardly picky about the fights it took, so long as it saw purpose in them. Still, he would do his best to treat him as equally as any of the other students, and shared that nod with the young man as he quietly walked into the courtyard. Well, that was all of them. Clearing his voice, Professor Hulk put on a lightly commanding tone, preparing to wrangle the attention of his myriad students. 

	[color=39b54a]"Attention, every-"[/color]

	The Headmaster was unceremoniously cut off as a red spandex-wearing individual was hurled bodily out of a second story window (even more concerningly, not the one that was broken beforehand), sailing ungracefully through the air before he collided into one of the two pillars supporting the school gates...Crotch first. [color=9e0b0f]"Ooogh...Right in the Kiddypool...."[/color] Were the only words the individual could utter before he slid down, cracking his face into the pavement on the other side of the gate, which was hastily closed remotely. Flying out from the new opening was War Machine, who landed next to the Professor and shouted out to the mercenary. [color=00aeef]"And keep your ass out, Deadpool, if you know what's good for you!"[/color] Off to the side, the show at least got a short, harsh laugh out of Logan, who was all too happy to watch Wade get some comeuppance. It was only then that James realized he'd interrupted the entire student body alongside the Professor. Before the awkward silence could grow deeper, he spoke up once more. [color=00aeef]"The kids are here. Good. We doing the tour?"[/color]. Hulk, for his part, stared blankly at War Machine. Talk about ruining the occasion...Still, the gamma giant jumped back to the topic at hand. [color=39b54a]"Yes, that was the intent. If I have everyone's attention?"[/color] Giving a few patient moments to ensure everyone had their focus towards him, the Headmaster spoke once again. [color=39b54a]"If you all will follow me, I'll give you a tour of the Academy grounds alongside War Machine and Mr. Hogan here."[/color] As if stifled by the formality of the situation, Hogan pulled at his necktie a bit, adjusting it as he addressed the crowd, just a normal man alongside two legends. [color=6ecff6]"You all can just call me Happy. For the record."[/color]