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fandomhigh2021-09-03 08:46 am
stykera) wrote in fandomhigh2021-09-03 08:46 am
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Superheroing 101 - Friday 9/3, 3rd period
Did anyone expect their moose-appointed superheroing teacher to arrive at class on a skateboard? They might have if they’d seen Stark around the island at all the past two days. He went everywhere on his skateboard now. Navigating the stairs up to the school had been a challenge and he had fallen a few times, so try and ignore any minor scrapes and bruises he’d accumulated recently.
Look, at least he’d stopped being a plant before class started. Imagine if he’d slept late for some reason! Stark was already terribly unqualified to teach this subject. Stark as a potted bird of paradise (which he would have called crystherium if he’d seen himself as a plant but he couldn’t exactly see himself when he was a plant) would have managed to be even more so.
“Welcome to Superheroing 101,” Stark said, hopping off the skateboard to stand still for a bit. “I’m as surprised as you all are that I’m teaching this. Maybe more. Probably more surprised. I’m sorry if you expected Tony Stark. That would have made sense. I’m just Stark. Or if you expected Kitty. That would have also made sense. Kitty was surprised too.”
Stark shook his head. “I don’t know much about being a superhero. I’m not one.” He just had a cool mask that covered half his face. Not in a maintaining a secret identity sort of way though. “Neither is my brother.” You know, the twin he absolutely always had that he’d never mentioned before Wednesday. That brother.
“So,” Stark continued, hopping back on the skateboard rather than taking a few steps closer to the students (why walk when you could roll?). “Introductions, today. Since it’s the first day. We can figure this out together. Maybe. I hope.”
"I'm Stark, as I said, and sometimes I teach. Not a superhero, as I said, not even a regular hero. I have started turning into a plant in the mornings but that's not useful and I'm very much hoping it stops soon." The skateboarding compulsion could also stop any time. He was tired of falling off when trying to navigate all the stairs. "I do know some of them though. It's hard not to when you live here."
Look, at least he’d stopped being a plant before class started. Imagine if he’d slept late for some reason! Stark was already terribly unqualified to teach this subject. Stark as a potted bird of paradise (which he would have called crystherium if he’d seen himself as a plant but he couldn’t exactly see himself when he was a plant) would have managed to be even more so.
“Welcome to Superheroing 101,” Stark said, hopping off the skateboard to stand still for a bit. “I’m as surprised as you all are that I’m teaching this. Maybe more. Probably more surprised. I’m sorry if you expected Tony Stark. That would have made sense. I’m just Stark. Or if you expected Kitty. That would have also made sense. Kitty was surprised too.”
Stark shook his head. “I don’t know much about being a superhero. I’m not one.” He just had a cool mask that covered half his face. Not in a maintaining a secret identity sort of way though. “Neither is my brother.” You know, the twin he absolutely always had that he’d never mentioned before Wednesday. That brother.
“So,” Stark continued, hopping back on the skateboard rather than taking a few steps closer to the students (why walk when you could roll?). “Introductions, today. Since it’s the first day. We can figure this out together. Maybe. I hope.”
"I'm Stark, as I said, and sometimes I teach. Not a superhero, as I said, not even a regular hero. I have started turning into a plant in the mornings but that's not useful and I'm very much hoping it stops soon." The skateboarding compulsion could also stop any time. He was tired of falling off when trying to navigate all the stairs. "I do know some of them though. It's hard not to when you live here."