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Lily took notes"oh. okay then." Swift simply sat and went through the class, trying to pay attention to the lessons and information.
Lily takes a seat and looks at wade, she whisper to swift:"be careful around this one..."Wade looks up as he hears the bell ring. He turns around and sees kids starting to walk into his class. “OMG! This is so exciting!” He says bouncing like a little kid. “Everybody just sit on the mats and we’ll get to the ass-kickery in a sec!”
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Lily takes out a note book and starts doodling making some suitsSwift nodded as she sat down on the mat beside Mark. This class looked like ordinary combat training, but one never knew about the teacher.
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Swift and Mark whispered among each other until he noticed another boy sit down, farther way from the group. “I think that’s my new roommate,” he told his sister.
Lily facepalm wondering if she should put less effort into this class to keep her identity a secret and she already failing her other classes already“Alright! Let’s get started! For this who don’t know, I’m Wade Wilson and I’m gonna teach y’all how to fight hand-to-hand and how to use just about every damn weapon in this room.” He said gesturing around him. “But first anyone wanna fight old teach as an icebreaker? And so I can see where your at.” While he asked, he turned around and clicked a remote that was in his hello kitty backpack. ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” began playing from his speaker.
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Lily watch as swift stood up wondering if she will be ok“A volunteer!” Deadpool shouted pointing to the girl with her hand enthusiastically raised. “Tell me your name and pick your weapon!” He said pulling his pair of hammers off his back.
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Clint was in his secratary office organizing filesSlade Wilson sits in his car in one of the few three piece suits he had at his nearest safe house. “First impressions are everything.” He rationalized. You either figure out what you need to know from the opposition, or the opposition finds you out and swallows you whole. There’s no room for second guessing in this business otherwise Slade would’ve been dead in a ditch years ago. But for some gnawing reason Slade knows there’s more to this school than meets the eye, pun NOT intended. Billy Wintergreen, Slade’s most loyal friend and colleague, couldn’t dig up much about the place except that both billionaires Wayne and Queen were funding the place, which usually means something stinks and Slade intends to find out all he can about this place before making a move but He doesn’t want to alert anyone just yet. Go in as Deathstroke the Terminator? As fun as that sounds for Slade, he has to go in virtually invisible. And to do that the seasoned warfighter will have to do the unthinkable: Sell out. Slade exits his brand new Maserati and locks it behind him. He carries an elegant black briefcase, sporting black Ray Bans and eating an apple as he walks into the belly of the beast: Xavier High School.
Clint barton looked at him:"bruce wayne is the principal of this school, now as for your tone i would ask to refrain from using it agian...let me see if he is around"Slade enters further. He takes a look around before setting his brief case down for a moment. “Nice place.” He makes his way toward what he could only suspect is the Principle’s office, closest thing to a head honcho around here, unless you count Wayne or Queen, which is usually who actually is running a place like this. “Hello? Who the hell is running this place?” Slade said with a little disdain and a mouthful of apple.
Clint barton stand up from his desk wearing his tinted purple glasses:"clint barton, the secratary and head of secruity....you must be slade then i assume based on what all bruce and oliver told me...."“Sorry.” Slade chuckles as he removes his sunglasses to reveal an all white eye patch covering his right eye. “Soldier’s tongue. You know how it is.” He says as he puts his sunglasses into his suit jacket pocket. He looks at the man sitting across from him, almost like he’s trying to peer into his soul, figure him out. “You are?” Slade says as he extends his hand out for a formal greeting.
Clint gave a confuse look but shook it off:"yes, i worked for shield for awhile around the world got to see many places and meet people..."“Ooo. I’d love to hear the scary ghost stories those two have whipped up about me.” Slade said sarcastically with a grin. “Head of Security, huh?” Slade said as he puts his hands in his pockets. “Serve any time overseas?” Slade questioned him like it was a friendly meet and greet and an interrogation all in one. He has that weird effect due to the numerous techniques he had learned over the years, both in the military and as freelance contractor.