12 Special Class

The rest of the day had flown by. I had most of my classes with either one of the three, so I was never bored in those specific classes, If I wasn't with them, I'd simply use Persuasion on the teacher and ask them to let me sleep.

After showing that I had what was needed to pass the end of year exam, even though it was my first day, the teacher was easily won over by my Persuasion.

I hadn't any more trouble from Pietro and his cultist buddies, well, over than the jade-green eyed girl who kept glaring at me. I guessed she was Wanda, Pietro's sister. Can't see where the similarities are.

But nonetheless, I ignored her. She did try to get into my head a few times but a simply smack of the Sage Force sent her powers running. The Sage Force wasn't all-powerful but its domain was in my mind and if you thought you could beat it on its home turf, you were severely wrong.

Anyway, right now I was standing in front of the locker I was assigned. The school day had ended and everyone was heading home.

Anna, Gwen, and Miles headed off in a hurry when the bell rang, so I'm guessing they all do have their powers. Not like it was that surprising, really.

Why do I think they have powers because they rushed off at the end of school? Because I did the same thing because we have a special class after school. Nat gave me a rundown before I came to school today.

The class was to do with both monitoring and training budding teen heroes. And it truly fit with one of my goals on coming to school; Meet and get to know other teen superheroes.

So, I, for one, didn't have anything about going to this lesson.

Opening my locker, I found a sort of PE uniform. It was comprised of a black tank top with white outlines and two white symbols on its front side - A S.H.I.E.L.D logo and an Avengers Logo. The other piece of clothing was a pair of sweatpants with a white line running down the outside of either leg.

On top of all that, there was a pair of ordinary looking running shoes, but a quick scan of Sage Force told me these shoes were incredibly durable just like the clothes below them.

Raising an eyebrow at this new knowledge, I felt an excited grin spread across my face. If we needed durable gear, wouldn't we be doing something fun(dangerous)?

I instantly felt like a giddy kid and picked up the clothes before running off to the Gym changing rooms.

Inside, I didn't see any signs of Miles and guessed he must've gotten dressed quickly and entered the Gym.

Anyway, I quickly kicked off my shoes before stripping down to my underwear. I quickly slipped on the tank top and sweatpants before putting the trainers on.

They had a simple design, but it was nice. With the main part of the shoe being black but the grip underneath and the laces being white. Black and white seemed to be the colors for whatever training group this was.

Taking my thoughts away from that, I got up and did a few quick stretches before going and entering the Gym.

Waiting for me was a single person.

He had a friendly-looking face and an even friendlier looking smile. His brown hair was slowly receding, a tell of his true age and his face was slightly wrinkled in places but overall it didn't affect his appearance too much.

He was about 5'7" and had a fit body but overall he didn't seem very threatening but I knew who he was and felt a little bit surprised he was overlooking my class.

Before I could say anything, he spoke up.

"So, you're the infamous Michael who's name has been spreading around S.H.I.E.L.D and all its female workers?" he smirked before laughing at my slightly sullen face at remembering how the fairer gender treated me in S.H.I.E.L.D - Like a goddamn toyboy or something!

"Yeah, yeah, can we please get past that and never mention it again?" my annoyance must have clearly shown because the man laughed once more before looking me dead in the eyes. I'd finally walked in front of him when he opened his mouth.

"Of course, Michael. Now, let me introduce myself," he put his hand out for me, "you can call me Agent Coulson or just Coulson, whichever you prefer," I took his hand and nodded at what he said.

We both broke the handshake and I decided to speak up first, "So, Agent Coulson, why am I here, yet no one else is? You can't say you want me to believe this is my own personal class, right?"

Coulson had a small smile on his face when he heard me say this. He didn't answer and only pressed a button on a remote he'd brought out of the inside of his jacket.

A slight rumble shook the gym room before the floor I was standing on began to lower itself along with the floor surrounding us in a 3-meter diameter.

I looked around in wonder as we slowly went down below the floor and another floor cam and filled in the gap above us.

It was pitch black for a moment before lights came on and illuminated the area around us. It was a black cylinder which surrounded up and slowly gave way to a cylinder of glass which showed the massive training room which reminded me of the one in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. Toward the back of the room was an entire section filled with massive weights.

But most of the room looked blank and plain, like it...could be used as anything! Ah, so it's similar to the X-Men's Danger Room, huh? How fun.

What really caught my attention, however, was the people who were gathered around the weight area.

Underneath the weights was a woman, she must have been about 6'6" and had probably the most amazing body I'd ever seen.

Not too muscular but not too slender either. She was like an athletic animal, each muscle coming together to form the perfect image.

With my enhanced eyes I could see her beautiful face, both sharp and soft, with soft looking lips which were just the right size to be juicy-looking while not overly big looking like she'd had Botox done.

Her eyes were green and so bright that they seemed to shine, radiating with a green light.

But the most stunning thing was her green skin and her dark green hair. I instantly knew who this bombshell was; She-Hulk.

I wasn't completely dazed by her beauty as I still had my mental functions about me. But bad thing is, those mental functions were getting excited about fighting her.

Haaah~ Seems I truly am a bit weird, huh?

Sighing, I smiled as I realized the door was about to open because we were at our destination.

The door opened and no one looked back. Purely because of the distance between the door and them was about 200 meters or so. Coulson looked over at me and motioned for me to go over to the group of teens over by the weights.

I did as he asked and walked over to them, trying my best not to alert any of them.

But even though I did my best, one girl turned around and looked at me. She wasn't tall, in fact, I would say she was short at around 5'1". But her small frame was covered in toned muscles and gave off a feeling of pure explosive power like a bowstring pulled to its limits.

Her cold blue eyes made me feel like a predator was looking at me. But I felt no fear, my red eyes stared in her blue ones and we had a bit of a stand-off as I walked closer and closer.

I could tell her instincts could sense my power and she was getting ready to either run or attack me. Fight or Flight responses and all that.

But I chose to ignore her, only keeping my Sage Force focused around her to make sure I wasn't caught off guard by a surprise attack of hers.

She seemed a bit stumped when I just walked past her and toward the green-amazon of a woman lifting the massive weights behind her.

I took a quick look at the weights on either side and could see she was lifting about 60 tons without any major strain.

Huh, only 60 tons? Guess I'll have to get her angry if I want a good fight...

A voice brought me out of my thinking, "Damn, Jennifer you really are stronger than last year...I've improved my strength but my defense is still my best part," I looked over at the voice to see a tall, dark-skinned teen.

He had a bald head, thin but full eyebrows, and dark brown eyes. He was about my height, around 6'3" making him an inch or two shorter than me.

His body was pretty bulky, however, so he did seem bigger than he actually was. His body looked like a bodybuilder's - big muscles. He looked like he had impressive strength. Though, if he was still weaker than She-Hulk, he still had a long way to go but I'd definitely help him; I needed good opponents that could allow me to experience the rush of battle, after all.

"Don't worry about it, Luke, you'll get to the strength eventually," the cheery voice coming from the tall woman didn't seem like it fitted her. Like it was the voice of a teenage girl. Which it obviously was.

By this point, others had noticed me and were looking at me with curiosity. Three particular people were looking at me with shock and had expressions on their faces as if they wanted to interrogate me.

I tried my best to ignore those looks.

Anyway, I looked down at She-Hulk and decided I needed to be a bit...antagonizing to draw out her power a bit more.

"Is that your limit?" my deep but smooth voice brought everyone's attention to me, shocked that they didn't notice me. But they couldn't be blamed, I had used the Sage Force to divert most people's attention away from me. Only people with stronger willpower and people who were actively looking at me could really see through the illusion.

Luke looked over at me with a raised eyebrow and widened eyes like I'd just dug my own grave. While She-Hulk or Jennifer put the bar down onto the resting place and sat up before looking at me, "Excuse me?" her green eyes had a threatening glint to them.

Good, that's the reaction I wanted~

"I said, is that your limit? Because if it is, that's incredibly sad. I was hoping to find someone fun to fight in this class, after all," I put on a grief-stricken expression which seemed to annoy Jennifer even more.

She stood up and went to walk at me but a stony hand was placed on her shoulder, while another was placed on mine, before a gravelly voice spoke out, "Now now, kids, you can sort this out in the Solo Fights in a bit," I instantly looked to the right of me and saw a man who seemed to be as wide as he was tall. And he seemed to be around 6'1" which made it all the more impressive. He wasn't wearing a top but was wearing some dark blue pants made of an unknown material but there was a belt holding the pants up with a buckle which had a big '4' on it.

The most striking thing about him was that he looked like he was made of rock and that he only had three fingers and a thumb, but each finger was quite massive. Now I could see why he had problems with picking up and using forks, damn.

I instantly dropped my attention with Jennifer and turned to the man who I recognized as Ben Grimm or alternatively known as The Thing.

"Ben Grimm, oh wow, I'm a real big fan!" I smiled as I took his hand and rapidly shook it. This guy was by far my most favorite hero in Marvel. He wasn't the strongest and he definitely wasn't the prettiest but when the going gets tough, Ben Grimm just gets tougher.

The dude had a boxing match with the Champion of the Universe and no matter how many bones the Champion broke, or how hard he got hit, Ben Grimm got back up and forced the Champion to forfeit the match through pure determination. The guy's an absolute legend in my books and someone I hold in high regard.

So the thought that he was in front of me and possibly my teacher was just...it was just the best thing ever. Pun intended.

I was so glad I didn't blow off this training like I wanted to.

{A/N - I bet you can guess who my favorite hero is, right?

Well, if you can't, it's The Thing or Ben Grimm. He's just someone I think is great. I like to use him as a template for life; when you get hit or knocked down, just get back up to spite the bastard who put you down in the first place. The amount of stuff that I've seen Ben Grimm go through in the comics, just makes me respect him all the more.

Anyway, more people will be introduced next chapter. Anyone you guys wanna see in the class? Tell me in the comments, I'm always open to suggestion~}