Valkyrie

Shit Show

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I'll laugh along, I'll sing the songs you wanna hear

Let me in, oh, let me near

Honestly, It's a Shit Show, my God

But it's this show, I want to be there, Whoa-oh

Honestly, It's a Shit Show, my God

But it's this show, I want to be there, Whoa-oh

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Stella flew up to the top of the building just to get some air, knowing she only had so long before she needed to be back to go over training schedules and basic information with the new team. Which is going to absolutely demolish her.

Having to formulate a plan that would still work with her schedule and also get the team ready in the fastest fashion essentially meant her flying back and forth from home to the pentagon for an early morning training session, then to school, at lunch fly back to the pentagon and have a training session, then fly back to school before it was over, still find time to eat, finish her school day, fly back to the pentagon and then end the day with paper work and homework.

It was going to suck.

But it needed to be done, it was the only way.

Finally deciding she had had enough time, Stella went back to the training arena, walking in as Robot was handing out the training schedule.

"As soon as the forensic investigation had concluded, we'll be moving into the Guardians' headquarters." Robot informed.

"Home sweet home." Stella smirked wolfishly. A hidden bit in her words as she stepped up beside Robot.

"Thank you for joining us Valkyrie, better late than never." Robot's dig didn't go unnoticed, and her grin just got wider as narrowed her eyes at the android, who knew how to be passive aggressive but not how to compromise.

"Sorry for the tardiness, had to take a call. But until we can move into Headquarters training will take place here." Stella took over, stepping in front of Robot. Childish, she knew, but she was really done with him today. "Breakfast at 5:00 am, followed by close-in combat exercises until 8 am-" Stella cut off when she noticed the 2 on Dupli-Kate's chest, eyes narrowing, "Where's Kate prime."

"Had a thing, I can fill her in."

"Going forward Prime will need to be here, there is nothing more important than this-" Stella's annoyance was interrupted.

"Just to be clear, there is no universe where I wake up at 5 am and the world isn't on fire." Rex held up the schedule in his hand and lit it on fire. Stella's teeth grit together as the bandaged boy leaned forward on his knees. "Like come one, we don't need this bootcamp bullshit. It's us Robot. And Valkyrie knows how we fight. We're fine."

"You're not on the Teen Team any more Rex." Robot stepped up beside Stella, the girl could have sworn she heard annoyance peeking through his normally robotic voice.

"Exactly. I'm sure you've had a lot of experience wrangling teenagers, but I was with the Guardians from day one." Sampson got himself involved and Stella felt like multiple veins were present on her forehead.

"Wow, thanks dad. Maybe if you hadn't lost your powers you would have been there to help the Guardians' on their last day." Rex retorted, with his usual lack of delicacy.