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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Sometimes... it is
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I'm gonna try and refrain from cursing and using swears when posting, but just so you guys know, military kids know a lot of swears.
So it was a chewing out. That little step that Charlotte had taken was immediately undone as Lang went off. Yes, James should have started the action and called in some people to direct it out first. However, it was when the man mentioned Charlotte that she looked down. They were in the advanced training program, yeah, but they were still learning the rights and wrongs of how to act. All of that was a learned experience, if Charlotte's grandfather had told her anything about rising to be a hero.
It was bad judgement on her part. She wasn't the most capable to handle redirecting a rocket, and she also made a bad call on summoning only her arms first. She should have summoned the entire suit and tried to take a scan of it first. That would have let them know if it was dangerous or not.
However, she was a little mad that Lang didn't even mention how she took a stand too, to help formulate a plan with James. Listen to the grandson of Steve Rogers. Lang couldn't even call James by his own name the first time around. It was the little things like that which kept her from calling him Mister Lang.
She was almost going to let her smart ass ask a question, but she knew it wouldn't have earned her, or the group as a whole, any points. If she would have said something, it would have twisted Lang's words around to make them seem a bit more pep-talk-y. James making the safe call of allowing someone more qualified to stop a missile take the first step? Herself redirecting the missile as best she could with her own thrusters? Poole unsure of his own ability, so stepping back unless they really needed him? From what she heard, Lang used to be a smartaleck back in the day, so he could probably out-quip her, and most of the people in the room, military background or not.
"So... What's the penalty? Or does the pep-talk part negate the chewing-out part of this little gathering?"
Of course she couldn't not say anything.
It was bad judgement on her part. She wasn't the most capable to handle redirecting a rocket, and she also made a bad call on summoning only her arms first. She should have summoned the entire suit and tried to take a scan of it first. That would have let them know if it was dangerous or not.
However, she was a little mad that Lang didn't even mention how she took a stand too, to help formulate a plan with James. Listen to the grandson of Steve Rogers. Lang couldn't even call James by his own name the first time around. It was the little things like that which kept her from calling him Mister Lang.
She was almost going to let her smart ass ask a question, but she knew it wouldn't have earned her, or the group as a whole, any points. If she would have said something, it would have twisted Lang's words around to make them seem a bit more pep-talk-y. James making the safe call of allowing someone more qualified to stop a missile take the first step? Herself redirecting the missile as best she could with her own thrusters? Poole unsure of his own ability, so stepping back unless they really needed him? From what she heard, Lang used to be a smartaleck back in the day, so he could probably out-quip her, and most of the people in the room, military background or not.
"So... What's the penalty? Or does the pep-talk part negate the chewing-out part of this little gathering?"
Of course she couldn't not say anything.
I'll be working on trying to keep my relationships page as updated as possible.
@alexfangtalonone of our own, probably. infinite universes mean that everything can be the exact same up to a certain point, which divides them.
@alexfangtalonit's possible that they don't even exist in this reality. Though, America Chavez could probably break her way into our reality if she very well wanted to. If there were to exist a version of them in our reality, though, they'd probably be well after the title of Young Avengers. Who knows?
@Jones Sparrow@OliverWhat if some of the elder students were to vouch for Will? Not get him into the program, but to at least bump him up and take the exam to get in. Not saying it has to be right now, but after he shows a little aptitude for battle or thinking, they could try and ask to get him in.
Shawn had not expected for Heidi to come out like that and actually talk to him. He didn't know her all that well, but he knew what she could do and what she was capable of. Her brain pretty much saw the future with how many outcomes she could think of for any kind of case. Like his own power, hers didn't stop. She probably thought of everything an infinite amount of times. Always thinking, always worried that your actions are going to give the world the bad ending, he thought it was pretty scary.
That was why he was so surprised by her coming up to talk to him. Though he was initially speechless, long enough so for her to quickly walk away from him and go elsewhere, Shawn decided to go after her and say something in return. He didn't want to scare her with his own appearance, so he tried to calmly restart the one-sided conversation once he deemed enough time had passed.
"Um, Heidi." He started out in a quiet fashion, something not to common for the normally outgoing and "brave" Shawn In. "Thanks for apologizing to me. I know you don't really talk much to people, but it means a lot to see you doing that. It's fine, anyways," He shrugged and looked around. "I was just a little grumpy from a sudden wake-up."
"Heidi." Booker nodded at the girl as he and Christopher went on their way. He had heard her apology, not that he could really understand what had happened. Maybe she'd tell him some day. However, he did want to congradulate her for calming down and focusing in the now like he had asked her to. For now, he could continue to usher Christopher along to Karma's office.
Karma had her own office on the other side of the foyer, closer to where all of the other classrooms were than the Professor's study. She didn't really care to be in the big crowds of people, and normally stuck to her office between classes.
As polite as Booker always was, he knocked on the door first. He knew that she wasn't the kind to respond to his knocking, and let himself and the young man inside.
"Booker." Her eyes didn't leave the note that she was writing. "Are you here on report? Or something else?"
Booker smiled and shook his head. "No, Karma. This is Christopher Harris. The son of the mining company owners." He motioned for the boy to step forward, while he himself took one back. "He just arrived and needs help getting the last of his things set up."
There was a small pause. Karma had set down the fountain pen in her hand and looked up to view the two men in her presence. Booker was a sight for sore eyes among the wild students gallivanting around with their mutations. Someone who knew nuance. "Well, thanks for bringing him by way. Ororo would have just brought him to me, so cutting out the middle man in this saves us some time."
Booker nodded and took a step to the side. He briefly bowed to Christopher. "This is where we part ways for now. Maybe you'll be seeing me during a period, maybe you'll come asking for help. My door is always open, Mister Harris." And with that, he stepped out of the room to go and have a word with his guest of honor.
That was why he was so surprised by her coming up to talk to him. Though he was initially speechless, long enough so for her to quickly walk away from him and go elsewhere, Shawn decided to go after her and say something in return. He didn't want to scare her with his own appearance, so he tried to calmly restart the one-sided conversation once he deemed enough time had passed.
"Um, Heidi." He started out in a quiet fashion, something not to common for the normally outgoing and "brave" Shawn In. "Thanks for apologizing to me. I know you don't really talk much to people, but it means a lot to see you doing that. It's fine, anyways," He shrugged and looked around. "I was just a little grumpy from a sudden wake-up."
"Heidi." Booker nodded at the girl as he and Christopher went on their way. He had heard her apology, not that he could really understand what had happened. Maybe she'd tell him some day. However, he did want to congradulate her for calming down and focusing in the now like he had asked her to. For now, he could continue to usher Christopher along to Karma's office.
Karma had her own office on the other side of the foyer, closer to where all of the other classrooms were than the Professor's study. She didn't really care to be in the big crowds of people, and normally stuck to her office between classes.
As polite as Booker always was, he knocked on the door first. He knew that she wasn't the kind to respond to his knocking, and let himself and the young man inside.
"Booker." Her eyes didn't leave the note that she was writing. "Are you here on report? Or something else?"
Booker smiled and shook his head. "No, Karma. This is Christopher Harris. The son of the mining company owners." He motioned for the boy to step forward, while he himself took one back. "He just arrived and needs help getting the last of his things set up."
There was a small pause. Karma had set down the fountain pen in her hand and looked up to view the two men in her presence. Booker was a sight for sore eyes among the wild students gallivanting around with their mutations. Someone who knew nuance. "Well, thanks for bringing him by way. Ororo would have just brought him to me, so cutting out the middle man in this saves us some time."
Booker nodded and took a step to the side. He briefly bowed to Christopher. "This is where we part ways for now. Maybe you'll be seeing me during a period, maybe you'll come asking for help. My door is always open, Mister Harris." And with that, he stepped out of the room to go and have a word with his guest of honor.
I'll be getting a post up tonight, but I do with some out less active people would at least say hello
Charlotte considered herself, as well as everyone on campus, lucky that James took more after Steve Rogers than Logan Howlett. James sure knew how to talk to people, something that Charlotte herself wasn't as good at doing. Aside from Annabelle and occasionally bumping heads with Mark, she didn't do a whole lot of socializing. Vix could sort of be considered a second hand friend through Annabelle, but Charlotte could not honestly remember the last conversation that she had with Vix.
In any case, the young boy who had been wrapped up in all of this with the rest of them had been brought along to the Hall of Heroes to speak with the one and only Advanced Training Program Instructor. He was a bit hard to deal with, but nothing worse than how she'd seen some drill sergeants treat some Boots. She went willingly along. Every little motion she made loosened the armor from her body until it was ready to peel off, revealing Charlotte again. She tapped the belt buckle, and the suit flew away without a word from COR. Sometimes things just didn't need to be said.
Speaking of both Annabelle and Vix, the two had decided to join the group as well. Charlotte waved them both to walk over to her, smiling at them. "Enjoy the first scene of the school year? I didn't really take part in the ones years before."
The hall of heroes surrounded her and all of the other students. Her Grandfather, Tony Stark, and many more all lined hall. No matter how many times she walked through, she was surprised that Pepper didn't get a Rescue statue somewhere, or at the very least a not totally selfish plaque by Tony.
Then Mister Lang showed up. She could never really tell with Lang, but was pretty sure that the situation wasn't as dire as he was talking about it like. The boy had been the first to answer Lang's question. Apparently his name was Will. A nice name. Charlotte nodded in agreement and took a small step towards Lang.
"I had just gotten there when it burst into the cafeteria. A few of us led it outside and took care of it before it could cause major harm."
In any case, the young boy who had been wrapped up in all of this with the rest of them had been brought along to the Hall of Heroes to speak with the one and only Advanced Training Program Instructor. He was a bit hard to deal with, but nothing worse than how she'd seen some drill sergeants treat some Boots. She went willingly along. Every little motion she made loosened the armor from her body until it was ready to peel off, revealing Charlotte again. She tapped the belt buckle, and the suit flew away without a word from COR. Sometimes things just didn't need to be said.
Speaking of both Annabelle and Vix, the two had decided to join the group as well. Charlotte waved them both to walk over to her, smiling at them. "Enjoy the first scene of the school year? I didn't really take part in the ones years before."
The hall of heroes surrounded her and all of the other students. Her Grandfather, Tony Stark, and many more all lined hall. No matter how many times she walked through, she was surprised that Pepper didn't get a Rescue statue somewhere, or at the very least a not totally selfish plaque by Tony.
Then Mister Lang showed up. She could never really tell with Lang, but was pretty sure that the situation wasn't as dire as he was talking about it like. The boy had been the first to answer Lang's question. Apparently his name was Will. A nice name. Charlotte nodded in agreement and took a small step towards Lang.
"I had just gotten there when it burst into the cafeteria. A few of us led it outside and took care of it before it could cause major harm."
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