The Avengers Academy (ON HIATUS)

Wonder

~~~~~~~~~~~~Five's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DAY 1 WEEK 1

7:00 A.M.

I sit up in bed and ponder the past twenty-four hours. What happened? I went from living a semi-peaceful life in a post-apocalyptic world waiting for the world to catch up to arguing with high schoolers about trivial things and going on coffee runs with people who want to hate their jobs but don't.

Talk about a change.

I wander over to the desk and see a laptop. I don't know how I didn't notice it before! I sit at the desk and open it up, going straight to Google. I decide to do some research on this world, since I'm here. When in Rome, right?

I type in the word 'Avengers' and a lot of stuff pops up. I click on the first link that I see.

It's a webpage with a list of the heroes and a bunch of other information. There are a lot more people than I imagined. More than 43, at least.

I glance at some of their powers and scoff. It would be interesting to see a battle between Diego and the one they call 'Hawkeye.' Or perhaps against the lady who interviewed me the other day. Either way, it would be entertaining.

I think about the dream I had yesterday. It's strange because I never dream. Ever. At least not that I can remember. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but it kinda freaked me out. It's probably nothing.

I glance around the room once more, my eyes searching, yearning to do something. Having no luck, I leave my room and walk down the hall to the meeting room.

Stark and a few other people are there, so I turn and walk out. I'm too tired to argue with anyone right now.

I walk down the hall for a little while until I come to the end. There is a large gold door. I push it open to find a room. Obviously, it's a room, but it's an odd room. I take a step inside, looking around.

What is this place? It appears to be a.....studio of some kind. Not a recording studio, but a workshop studio. Like a garage, but smaller and more......insulated.

There is a work desk opposite the door, and above the desk is a thing that you put tools on. There are also blueprints and papers on the wall, all written in scribbly childish handwriting, as if it was done in a hurry.

I don't see any tools or anything, until I look in the very back corner of the room. There is an oblong object, almost the size of an adult, covered in a tarp. I take a few steps towards it, then hear a paper fall. I turn quickly, glancing around the room and seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I then glance at my watch.

It's 8:05. I have to go. I leave the room and close the door, making a mental note to revisit this place.

I walk hurriedly towards the meeting room, then remember that I'm supposed to have just woken up, so I pretend to look tired as I walk through the meeting room entrance and look around. There are other students milling about, talking.

I see Peter and go towards him. He seems to know a lot about this place. Maybe he knows about the workshop I saw. But, I realize slowly, if he finds out where I've been, then he might go snitch to one of the adults. So, already en route, I approach him with a different question.

"Hey, do you know....where any coffee is?" I ask.

"Uh, no, we don't have coffee. Sorry."

I find that very hard to believe as I see Goatee (sorry, Stark) looking upset and I'm almost 100% sure he drinks coffee.

"None at all?"

"Nope. Not that I've seen, at least."

"That's not true, but okay," I mumble as I walk away. Maybe he truly doesn't know.