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Avenger's Academy; Volume 1

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,

"Remaining stops before final destination, 1 @Carlsberg."

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

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Will will shut down the internet if hes called out on his youthfulness once more! Well he wouldnt cause he needs wifi but he can threaten it!

Anyway,if he ever has to he can pull off heels better than anyone!

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Reminder, any more character arcs, please pm it to me :3

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@Chicogal

All in due time my child, all in due time ;)
But considering the imbalance of males to females...well, I don't think it's fair to pair by gender. :3

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"How many joints is this? How thick is the phalanx? Is it all bone, what's the skin underneath like? Is it Sinewy? Oh how many layers is this?" The boy continued to ramble, his fingers digging past the feather quills gently in an attempt to part them aside so he could see more of the boy's wings. So invested and absorbed as he was studying the jointed limb that he didn't hear the man the first time, barely heard him the second time before the wing was shaken out of his grasp and a talon was pressed against his throat, making him instinctively lean backwards because sharp objects and his throat did not mix well. His gaze finally darting over to the man who's wings he was so deeply studying, his eyes gone uncharacteristically wide before he exclaimed, "Oh. My. God."

"You're Russian?! Does that mean these are insulated? Are they like owl's? Are there even owls in Russia? How resistant are they to the weather? Oh and these talons, what do you think about mounting lasers to it? Any colour you want! Think of all the possibilities!" He exclaimed, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist as he leaned in to study the fixtures at the top joints of his wings before he they were pulled away and naturally Will began to follow like he was transfixed, walking forward on his knees along the bench before all the constant chatter going on behind him finally caught his attention and the boy turned his head over to look at them instead of simply turning around. Twisting his whole body at an awkward angle just to look at them, "Hey hey, I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet!" He called out to the crowd that had started to gather there, when the hell had they started to gather there? How many stops had they made so far? He'd have to check the logs. And then the wings, the wing blades and maybe a laser mounted gun.

Glad to see that 'someone' else was seeking the genius of these things, unless, "You better not be patronizing me, cause those wing blades would be hella cool." He piped up, sticking out his tongue for emphasis at their first passenger when being told off about consent. Who needed consent when you could promise people all sorts of cool gadgets just cause you could! Waving his hand dismissively at him as if he could conjour him away, "Hey hey, I called them first! You can look at them after I'm done with these babies! Getcha your own free food!" He said, holding his arms out over the man as if he could ward Nick off. Blinking when the latter leaned in closer and spoke to him in a low whisper. His nose wrinkling up when the man finally pulled away, making a face,

"What's with the whole world council thing going on and the whole language convention?" He asked, raising a brow at the rest of the others who were also chattering in their own tongues. Finally getting down from the bench, he sat crossed legged, gripping the edge of his seat as he scanned everyone in the room, "And I wasn't cooing!" He protested at the only actual babe in the room. When in rome, he couldn't think of a pun and that irritated him. Licking his lips as she started to talk to him, his nose wrinkling up again at the nickname assigned to him, at least she was straight to the point about it all, he could appreciate that. His mouth twitching back up into a grin as he rocked on his seat, "You can call me Will, you can also call me your friendly resident super sexy genius! Oh and I can shoot out zappy zappy red stuff from my fingers, but that isn't as cool."

"So what's your stories, Hecate, Captain Demark, Ringo and Wingo?"

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@Wade Wilson

You're just in time, after you, there's one more open position,t hen I think I'll cap it here for the player limit.

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@tenebrae16

Will Tony Stark be a prominent figure in this RP?

I have the sudden urge to read him talking nonstop for a good two or three paragraphs for some reason.

@Winter Kitten

These sorts of characters will come and go, but their influence is strong. If you want to bring him in as part of your characters' arc, as long as it's reasonable, it's fine. Also don't worry, Will does a good Tony.

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@Chicogal

Hmm, it seems okay, however, I feel like the power is lacking a bit. I mean super speed is fine, but go more indepth into it? Is she like the flash who can vibrate his molecules, does she have a max speed limit, does this affect her reaction time or her thinking cause everything is somewhat in slow speed for her? How long she can run for, does she ever get tired etc. Just some questions you can expand to :3

@BlackPanther
Metal wing blades! The equivalent of Black panther's claws! Think about iittt!!

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@BlackPanther@flightless-angel-castiel

*Whispers* I touched the butt I mean wing. Nick can have the other one.

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His teachers used to say that you should stand on attention whenever someone new you were meeting came into the room so off course, Will hiked his boots up onto the rest of the seat and turned to give the latest passenger of the Nick Fury big brother encampment a once over. The corners of his lips twitching as he built a mental assessment of the man before him;

Tall, blue eyed, where's the blond hair? He mused, flashing the man a smirk as he leaned back against the arm rest of the bench and crossed his legs, taking up the entire length of the seat, continuing to study the newcomer. Taking in the boy's expression of "Yes, I am standing in the Jet I'm going to marry." as he just stood there, staring at the controls like he had just seen a whale pass them by in the air or something, hands twitching like a kid in a candy store with no price tags on the candy. Good to see that there were some people who could appreciate sexy machinery.

"You done molesting the control panel with your eyes?" He eventually quipped because as fun as it was to see the obvious city boy, god it was like that was the new 'rural', gawk at the switches and dials, he couldn't stand the silence all that long or being ignored. Usually the latter over the former, though when he was being ignored there was usually a silence that accompanied it. Long story short, he didn't like the silence, unless he was programming a sound cancelling machine, but that was besides the point. He should build a sound cancelling machine though, just for the heck of it. His thoughts running like wild fire, he nearly missed when the guy finally turned around and looked down-Damn he should build some height modifiers into his shoes or heels, he was sure he could pull off pumps-at him and actually crooned out that horrible pick up line. He nearly burst out laughing,

"Oh more than you know," He quipped back at him, reaching out to slide his hand against the smooth wall adjacent to him. One entire length of curved metal, friction unjilted between his fingertips and the wall as he ran his hand down the side of it, curving his palm to fit it's shape before he let his hand drop back to support his head, flashing the boy a sideways grin as his phone beeped, telling him the Quinjet was descending again even though he couldn't feel any change in altitude on his part, "I'm on the perv patrol, here to arrest anyone looking to damage this baby."

He finished just as the doors began to lower again, a quiet, almost completely silent whirr of the machinery present through the walls. He kept one hand pressed against the cool metal. It was silly, but sometimes, he swore he could feel the electrical impulses running through the walls, almost like a heartbeat, in all sorts of machinery, whether it was the tired out ticker of dated monitors or the smooth rhythmic beat of the more modern day athletes. They beat softly against the flesh of his palm as the newest arrival came in through those doors.

Clang! The metal bench reverberated, the sound echoing off the walls once before the sound was completely absorbed. He had sat up too fast and banged the heavy sole of his foot against the foot of the bench, but he barely felt any sign that he may or may not have completely killed all the blood vessels at the heel of his feet as he watched their newest arrival breeze past his seat. His eyes lit up as he observed the man from behind. No kidding, it was a nice behind, but that wasn't what he was staring at now.

Will had seen his fair share of mutants, non-mutants who looked like mutants and robotic replicas of mutants, but ohoho, he had never gotten a good look at those winged mutants; a seemingly common mutation. And he had been looking at designing a pair of wings and Falcon's gear was under too heavy of a lock down for him to borrow and 'study'. This, was the universe answering his whims and once again proving that, the universe liked him.

By the time the winged dude had sat down, Will was already out of his seat and storming towards him, "Oh god, whatever your name is Lucifer, you have got to let me design something for you, anything, whatever you want, name it, just let me look at these." He rambled off hastily as an introduction as he came up to him and then made an immediate detour to what he really wanted to get his hands on. Kneeling on the seat, he reached out and ran his hands over the curve of the man's wings before he grasped the edge of it more solidly and tried to spread it out a little bit more,

"How far do these go? Oh you know what would be cool? Wing blades! I could make you some light weight ones, what do you think about blue? How high can you get up on these? Do you know your top speed? Oh oh, I could add jets to the end of the blades and you could go even faster!" He started to ramble off, completely oblivious to the vibes the man was giving off and only vaguely aware of whoever else came on board, cataloguing his brief observation of them for later as he continued to fire off question after question at the winged dude, "You think I could get your measurements on these? You think I could run some tests? I'll buy you lunch if you let me, heck I'll buy you lunch for a week!"

You could've called it persistence, but then Will would likely have been ashamed that you didn't go for the pun and call it being strong willed.