Twenty-Six: Just Another Student

Okay so here's the general overview of what's to come soon, I'l planning on ending this story at chapter thirty and will update when I post the first chapter of the phase 2 of Panic's series. The next series will be written out so that everything is set and will have my full attention and there's a lot that's going on and conspiracies, it's great. So I'll need to write the first story out before it's posted. Now be sure to follow, favorite, and comment on this story

Apparently the headmasters of this college aren't too bright if they can't backtrack my access to the system as well as my unofficial enrollment in mid-semester but I did go back and set up firewalls to keep them out as well as actually deleted the evidence so even if they do get through those highly advanced firewalls they'll find nothing but that isn't the point.

The point is that they haven't even found the firewalls yet which is baffling, especially seeing as this is a college and it's there job to be smarter than the normal people of the world. On the other hand I am also from the future where my skills with technology are that much more advanced but I used the basic firewalls of this time period so they should have found it.

I cross the campus of this college, avoiding the clusters of girls, boys, and the mixture of the two as I head towards the classes I enrolled myself in. I have a class with Banner this morning and another with Betty this afternoon. Frankly, these classes will be fairly easy for me considering all the studying I did just minutes before class begun as well as the days before my mother died.

Back then I'd spend hours upon hours at the local library reading books over math and science just to keep my mind well ready for the upcoming high school years so I'd memorized the books each page at a time. Sometimes Mom would even help me, while math and science weren't her strong suit she'd come down and read the words off the page.

Help me memorize them by writing down page after page with me. So this should be easy for me to pass, I just have to keep an eye on him and Betty as much as I can so that Loki can't get to them. My shoulder still throbs and burns but lately I've been to busy since getting here that it's just a faint pain that annoys my focus on the task at hand.

Slipping into the empty classroom I take a seat in the middle desk in the rooms center, and keep my head down as more students file in. I 'borrowed' a binder I found in one of the rooms I passed, it's filled with wooden pencils, paper, graph paper, and a few notes in this persons handwriting but no name is present. I just need to look like I've been prepared to come here.

Before long nearly all the seats are filled and everyone else seems to be sitting straight at attention like they want to make of good impression or something. Pathetic, I shake my head in attempt to clear my thoughts when the door swings open and footsteps sound as the person, Banner, crosses the room. I hear all the girls swoon when he bends over to get something on the other side of his desk.

And these college students are considered adults? I sigh. Each day I'm here, and even in my own time, I loose more faith in the human race. Banner is dressed in a green T-shirt, funny how he doesn't realize that'll be his signature color, blue jeans, with a white lab coat pulled over. He begins discussing wave lengths and how they apply to this particular subject.

If one wrong move is made, how dangerous the outcome and a whole bunch of other shit that I really couldn't care less about. Banner hands out a four page packet of homework to do after class then continues his speech. Instead of listening to him blab on and on, I hold a pencil in hand and work through one problem after another when he finally stops talking.

Asks the class what they want to know about him, like his age, favorite color, and other basic things that are for some reason, the focus of most of the students, who are female for your information. I honestly couldn't care less about any personal information considering how I know everything that he's going to tell them about so it only makes sense.

He started picking students with their hands raised and answered their questions, like how he's dating Betty Ross, his age, his skills, family with her strictly avoided, not that I blame him. With having an alcoholic, abusive father I can understand why he wouldn't want anyone to know, much less a classroom full of his students who he'll have to see, they look at him differently, with pity.

It continues on like this while I reach the back side of the final page. The answers are easy, simple really, the kind that any basic level college student would, or really actually, should be able to do without to much thought. Especially when their focus in in science and math for whatever purposes they plan to aspire in while in this particular field of schooling.

Just as Banner's about to answer another students question, a bell from across campus rings, signaling the end of class. One by one the students begin to file out in a line and I gather my things, flip the homework over to the front page, quickly write my name, date, and class on the top right corner before stepping from the stands up to his desk where Banner now sits.

Clearing my throat he looks up from his desk, instantly recognizing me. "You're..."

"Yeah, we met before when I was sitting on the bench with your girlfriend," I say, giving a light smile.

"I had no idea you were interested in this sort of field, so, what is it that you need help with?"

Shaking my head I keep my wide smile clearly present. Reaching for the homework he'd given the class I swing my arm towards him, paper facing him, completely finished with all the work written off in the margins. "That won't be necessary, I actually just needed to turn this in. Pretty easy if I do say so myself, it was nice talking to you but I should get going."

He blinks at me, probably surprised I was able to complete that homework in the matter of time this class took but takes in nonetheless and wave goodbye as I turn and start for the door. Stepping out into the sunlight, I'm relieved when no one is around, I just want to be alone. My cell phone buzzes in my pocket, annoyed I reach for it and press the open button.

A text from Dad appears on the screen.

That's when I realize that I never turned off those camera's that allow him and frankly anyone present at the tower to see my progress and location. Damn, I'll have to find those suckers and turn them off. I read over the contents off the message and can't help but feel a slight easy fall over me at hearing from Dad, it's been a while since we spoke.

Honestly, while I'd never admit this aloud, I really miss him and Pepper and I can't wait to get the hell out of here and be able to see them again. The sooner I get this mission over the better, besides, I don't want this stab through my shoulder to get infected, I don't feel like loosing an arm. That's some Winter Soldier shit right there.

From: Dad

Must be great, you know, getting into college for free like that. Have you always been that good at falsifying documents? I searched up you criminal record, didn't know you had one, but why would you want to hack NASA anf S.H.I.E.L.D. before it fell. I had no idea, Director Eye patch Blade recently found out how many times you hacked that system.

Honestly, I'm surprised that they never changed the system, especially after how many times I've hacked into that system.

I text him back only a minute or so later.

To: Dad

Now really is not the time to discuss this, can we talk about my record later and besides, it isn't like this is the greatest college experience you know, being on Loki watch. Anyways, this mission should be done soon and you better have some damn food ready when I get there because I'm starving.

Putting my phone away I step forward, heading off to the next class I have to attend, time to finish this mission so I can go home, my seventeenth birthday is coming up and I kind of what to be there when it does.