“Sector 2814…Earth. Its heroes have bested each of us, separately. Which is why I have summoned you all here to this universe. A shared universe, one where we can finally destroy them all in one place, together. You all know your roles, You…you’re up first.”
She was the first to arrive at Stark Academy, She always liked being the first one at a new place. So many new friends to make, she could’ve flown here as Lieutenant Marvel, but she didn’t want people to like her because of her because of her powers. She wanted them to like her for her. She jumped out of the cab, grabbed her bags, paid the man, and walked in to set them down in her new dorm only to come back outside ready to greet people.
Hunter stepped off his motorbike and took off his helmet. He was pretty muscled and scarred for a 16 year old, but then again not many 16 year olds were faced with death through brutal training with the likes of Natas and the League of Assassins. He was wearing a forest green short sleeve t-shirt with one of his mother’s black leather jackets and a pair of dark blue jeans with black combat boots. Stark Academy, not bad. He thought as he looked up at the massive buildings. Hunter’s phone-connected earpiece beeped once. Incoming call from Mom, she worries way too much. I can take care of myself. He tapped his earpiece. “Hi, Mom.” He answered. “Hunter, sweetheart, I was just calling to check on you and make sure you have everything.” She replied casually. Sounds of fighting in background “You sound a little busy, I should let you get back to whatever it is you’re doing.” “Nice try, kiddo. Do you have your bow?” She asked in response. “Yes, of course.” He said matter-of-factly. “Good, now, do you have: your retractable bow, quivers, diamond tips, explosive tips, your suit, and all your school supplies?” She asked clearly worried. “And dad’s boxing glove arrow, my throwing knives, my hunting knife, I remember all my survival skills from Dad, and my clothes…Yes, Mom, I have everything.” He said as he checked his duffel bags and backpack. She laughed, “Sounds like your dad and I taught you well, I have to go now we will talk later. I love you and play nice with the other kids…I mean it, no shooting people with arrows. Barry still hasn’t gotten over the time your father shot him with a few.” Hunter smirked and rolled his eyes. “No promises, and I love you too.” He pressed the earpiece and hung up the phone, he repacked, grabbed his duffel bags, and backpack. He started to walk inside. He saw people with all sorts of powers arriving. Some flew, others ran so fast one blink and they were here, a few teleported, and a number arrived in vehicles of all kinds, jets, trucks, limousines, and cars.
Jonathan pulled into the parking lot and looked at his son, a hint of worry briefly flashed across his face before looking at his son again. “You ready, kid?” He asked affectionately. Kara, Conner, Jon, and Clark all looked at him with smiles. He was hugged by Martha, Jonathan, Kara, and Clark, and got a few hair ruffles from Jon and Conner.
Cal smiled and nodded as he picked up his red backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He loved it when his dad called him “kid”, it sounded more like a mentor of a hero from comics, than a parent. He had on a red shirt with a jean jacket and a pair of jeans. Some people say he looked too much like his siblings, He never noticed but if one looked carefully enough, they would see the more than just “sibling similarities”. He had: Kara’s eyes, Conner’s hair, Clark’s height and chiseled features (includes pecs and 6-pack), and Jon’s youthful looks. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. “I’ll see you guys soon, I love you.” They all waved when he looked back. He smiled in return and held up a hand as they drove off. After his parents and siblings left, he pushed his glasses up his nose and walked inside.
The place was beautiful or perfect. He walked through the halls passing the kids. He folded up the map of the school and pushed his glasses up his nose again. I wish I didn’t need these! They’re so frustrating. He walked to the dorms. “Hello? Is anybody here? I’m supposed to be going to orientation…” He said again. He was about to leave and call his father when he saw a light through an open door, down the hall. He approached and gently knocked on the door.
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