My name is Justice Rogers. My father is Steve Rogers and my mother is Sharon Carter. I'm currently attending Fury Academy to walk in my father's footsteps to becoming the generation of Avengers. #justicerogers
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Justice new why he never liked attending parties. Well, one was because he wasn't really the social butterfly. He did what he always did at parties: hold a plate of food and sit in the corner. The only time he moved was when a girl asked him to dance. This time was a little different. The main reason wasn't because he wasn't eating or dancing... or because he was moving around. No, the main reason was that alien bugs came and started attacking. Add that to the list of why he doesn't attend parties.
He kicked and flung bugs left and right, trying to make sure they didn't go near anyone. He didn't want people to die this way... it was just... it made no sense. How this happened was really odd too... maybe it was a practice sudden mission? Justice had to admit... he was usually ready for anything, but this time... he had to make sure he was more prepared.
He winced, hearing a thud and looked back, seeing Athelia pinned on a wall. "I got you!" He yelled, picking up a chair and whacking the bug away. "Get back and go." He stated before continually beating the creature before it shot some sort of goo on him. He winced lightly, but he didn't stop until it was dead.
Wiping off the gross subsistence, he turned back to the Barton girl. "Are you good? Pick up a chair, we got to help whoever else is in danger."
Trick or Treat || Athelia/Justice/Laufeia
When the lights went out, Athelia’s first thought was to aim for a weapon. To grab her bow and arrows and to try to squelch as many of the buggy little aliens as possible. But of course she hadn’t brought any such thing with her - why would she? It was a Halloween party for Christ’s sake, she’d been more interested in the party food and maybe some well-timed pranks than on weapons. If this was a prank now it wasn’t one Athelia was particularly fond of. There was no weapon at hand, meaning the next best thing was to switch to defensive mode instead. Lunging behind a couch, she watched as the lights flickered on and off and the creatures began to crawl around.
A sound to her right made her twist suddenly, her parents advice and training sessions coming in handy as threw up her arms to protect her face. But it was just a table that had been knocked over - either by a student or one of the creatures slithering around. Crap. The other students. Were they alright? All of them still conscious surely? She shook her head, flinging those thoughts away. First she had to get to a safe place before worrying about others - otherwise no one would get out in one piece.
And that was when the first creature attacked. It attacked swiftly, lunging at her. Rolling back, she brought up fist in a quick uppercut jab. The creature was stunned, but only momentarily. Then it was back to attacking yet again. And suddenly the teen found herself backed against a wall with two more creatures appearing at either side. “God, I’m not going to die because of some stupid bugs. I’m going out in a food related disaster,” she muttered. A creature lunged at her, pinning her against the wall for a second with it’s absurd strength before she wriggled to one side and managed to get it’s balance off. “So it’s not just ugliness that’s your power. Freakin’… alien bugs! Someone get the bug bomb.”
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Justice Rogers. Yourself?
Anyone around?
And who might you be?

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It's nothing important... Thank you for getting it back to me.
What is it, exactly?

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Sore? I was sore on the way home. I'm all better today. Still a little banged up. Got a bruise on my elbow right here.

What? That's something I never thought I'd hear you say. More training is what I need.
Ouch. That must have sucked. Still all sore today? Sounds like an exciting trip at least.

Training is pretty fun. I like trying out new things and with the amount I eat, even with the super serum I need to exercise. Heh. But maybe you need a break after that little trip~ Especially if you got all banged up. I think James has the right idea for once.
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Sorry, I seem to be dropping everything lately...
"Did you drop this?"

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Oh you should have seen me last night. It was really a sight. More brusies than I've seen on an fruit.

Training? That's something I know I'll do well in. James had to pry my tortured self off the treadmill and take me out for some Taco Bell.
Hey! Look whose back! I was starting to think the boy scout would never return. ….Did you bring me a present? Did you get all black and bruised?

I was thinking, uhm— Training? I kinda need to practice. Or just sitting around watching really bad movies and cracking joke whilst eating food.
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Since it started a year ago.
Good to be back home...

…Cassandra really, but I’m not so fond of it. It’s nice to meet you, too~ You been here long?
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Depends on what you got planned.
"I need a volunteer to hang out with me for a while."

"…Wow, that sounds far more pathetic out loud than it does just in my head."
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Cassie, huh? Well, nice to meet you. Justice Rogers.
Good to be back home...

Nope. I’m one of the new people here. One of…many, apparently. Cassie Storm. Hello.
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Thanks... uh... sorry, I don't think we've met.
Good to be back home...
You do look a tiny bit banged up~ You know, just a little— Seems like it would have been fun.

Uh. Welcome back?
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You know, it was such a long time, I don't even remember.

For all I know, I was trying to mention how blue her eyes were. It was a year ago, James. I don't remember.
Good to be back home...
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Well, when's the last time you've picked up a book? For pleasure?
Why do you say that?

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You're talented yourself, I've never seen anyone do anything of what you can do.
Good to be back home...
Naturally intangible.
Wow… That’s awesome. I mean, really, you’re a talented guy.
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Hard to believe you've picked up a book...
Oh I know what you meant Justice.

I was just playing you. I don’t really feel like sitting down and reading Pride and Prejudice right now.
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So you're naturally... transparent?

Both, actually. I'm advanced in karate and jujitsu and several forms of hand to hand combat.
Good to be back home...
Yeah. It takes allot of concentration for me to be… solid, other wise I fall through the ground and can’t really touch anything. It’s easier for me to levitate.

What can you do? Martial arts or hand to hand combat or something cool like that?
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Alright. Right after I shower.
Uh... Never. I'll be honest. I never successfully picked up a girl. Well, I tried, she didn't know what I was talking about.
Good to be back home...
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