After reading about the New New Warriors, this scene just jumped out of nowhere.

As mentioned elsewhere, being a Superhero is a tough job on par with that of a Fireman or Paramedic. Physical fitness is a must. Training is vital.

Simply wanting to be a Superhero is nowhere near enough.

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Consequences

Night Thrasher jumped up from the wooden chair that he had been slumped in as Superman entered the room.

"Is she…?"

"We got her into the pod just in time. She'll live." Superman stated, causing the masked Hero to sag in relief.

"…thank you."

"Her backpack is totally beyond repair, though." Superman added. "I took the liberty of taking it to Asgard for their Technomancers to examine and they agree that it cannot be repaired. Apparently there's a variant of Divine Magery involved."

"Well, maybe we can find something else for her to use." Thrasher mused, then he caught Superman's expression. "What?"

"Why didn't you go to Xanatos Industries to outfit them?" Kal-El demanded. "At the very least, the outfits created by their Metahuman Division should be bullet-resistant."

"They voted against it." Thrasher protested weakly, knowing even as he spoke that he was not going to emerge victorious from the arguament. "They wanted to do their own thing…"

"You didn't even give them the basic utility belts!" Clark continued to press. "Damn it, Thrasher, they were your team and you didn't support them!"

"We were mentoring them!" The leader of the former iteration of the New Warriors tried to explain. "They came to us whenever they needed advice…"

"You mean whenever they thought they needed advice." Clark began pacing the room, his cape flairing out as he turned. "Do you have any idea how disfunctional your new team is?"

"Well…"

"Let's begin with Snowflake and Safespace. Admittedly, both are physically fit and adequately trained, although one has serious gender confusion issues which is not helped in the slightest by the fact that they need serious therapy to help them in how they interact with each other. They have some very worrying co-dependency issues which will not help with their long-term mental stability.
"Screentime is not as fit, but just meets minimum standards for a tertiary team. That Internet gas his grandfather created that gives him his abilities? Re-purposed Sentinal nanites in aerosol form. I'm having Forge and Techmage check him over as we speak. If even a few dozen weren't properly purged of their original programs, he could be forcibly transformed into a Bio-Sentinel at any time, killing him in the process."

Thrasher felt himself pale at the thought of what could have happened.

"B-negative is oddly enough the most capable of them, although being an artificial Vampire-human hybrid does have its own weaknesses. However, testing shows that by shifting him across to cloned Asgardian blood, most of those weaknesses are either gone or severely reduced. It's expensive, though."

"That's… good?" Thrasher offered.

"Depends if that damned studio he works for will be willing to pay for it or not." Kal-El grumbled and Thrasher winced at the reminder of how his team had been formed in the first place and how their replacements had been recruited.

"So when can Trailblazer return to the team?"

"You're kidding, right?"

Thrasher shook his head and Superman rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Thrasher, I don't normally intervene with other teams but I'm going to have to make an exception. Consider the New Warriors benched until they can pass their Basic Certifications and be properly outfitted. There is no reason for them to be wearing non-protective clothing or to lack proper storage for the items they need to carry."

"Trailblazer's backpack was meant to cover that aspect of it." Thrasher admitted. "How much could be recovered?"

"Nothing." Clark replied bluntly. "The dimensional linkages were shredded with the bag and the Asgardian Technomages said that most of the dimensions would collapse without an anchor. Whatever she was carrying for the team, it's gone."

"So…"

"If she still wants to be a hero, I can ensure it." Clark sighed. "But she'll have to work for it… and I do mean work. The Pod will bring her fat ratio down to healthier levels, but she'll need to undergo remedial physical training to reach the level at which I'd consider allowing to take to the field. At the moment, she'd be hard-pushed to carry someone half her size out of a burning building."

Thrasher nodded ruefully.

"I'm assigning a trainer to bring the team up to at least a minimum standard." Clark sighed, then he grinned in a way that chilled Night Thrasher's blood. "I believe that B-Negative would be quite interested to meet another living Vampire and I know for a fact that she won't take any sass from them."

"But… isn't he currently the only…" Thrasher paused. "No."

"Yes." Clark nodded. "I'll call in the favor that Atlas and Astra owe me. If anyone can whip your team into shape, it'll be Artemis. Don't worry, I'm sure that she'll only shoot them a little bit…"

"…shoot them?"

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Trailblazer bit back a yelp as the electrical jolt hit her on her buttocks. Gasping for breath, she stumbled forwards, trying to move fast enough to appease the black-clad demon masquerading as a model behind her.

"Too slow!" Artemis growled as she formed out of mist in front of her, holstering her taser-pistol with a dramatic spin. "You'd have been laughed out of almost every team in my dimension save Powerteam and they'd only hire you because of the potential drama you represent. Right now, you're simply not fit enough to be a Superhero. You need to be faster, stronger, more agile…"

"Why?!" Trailblazer shouted back. "Why? What do you have against those with a little extra weight on them? Are you trying to fat shame me or something?"

Artemis stared at her for a long moment, her half-mask hiding her expression, then she groaned.

"You… you… What do Superheroes do in this dimension?"

"…what?"

"What. Do. Superheroes. Do?"

Trailblazer paused as she readjusted her thinking. "Um, fight evil?"

"…and?"

"Rescue people?"

Artemis frowned at her. "I can't deal with this right now. You need to re-think your assumptions."

With that statement, Artemis vanished and Trailblazer stared at the space she had been before turning to head back to the dormitories.

With luck, Martha Kent would have made another batch of cookies.

Trailblazer grinned at the thought of the delicious treats, then her eyes widened as the building ahead of her exploded. Picking her self up, she stared in horror as several flaming projectiles arced in and hit several other dormitories, the explosions almost but not quite drowning out the screams of the injured.

Her exhaustion temporarily forgotten, she dashed forwards as fast as she could, intent on saving as many people as she could.

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As she heaved the beam out of the way, the effort caused her to scream in pain, her muscles feeling as if they'd been flayed with nettles.

"I… I can do this…" She panted. "I can do this…"

"No."

Trailblazer turned to see a well-known man lounging against one of the piles of rubble.

"Wolverine? We need to… to…"

The world faded as her exhaustion overwhelmed her and she collapsed. As she fell, she didn't notice the world around her fade out of existence, being replaced with walls studded with projection units.

"Physically, she's hopeless." Logan grumbled as he scooped up the exhausted girl, managing to sling her over his shoulders

*Mentally, she has enough willpower to become capable enough to deploy once again.* Xavier broadcast to him.

"Hope you're right, Chuck." Logan muttered, knowing that Xavier would hear him through the light mental link. "I'll take over her training for now, although you get to explain that we were keeping her in the Training Room and the attack was a simulation. How are the others coming on?"

*Screentime has been cleared, but enough nanites had escaped reformatting that they were already beginning the first stage of the conversion process. They've been destroyed and he will hopefully live out his full lifespan. Safespace and Snowflake are still undergoing therapy, but signs are positive."

"Snowflake decided on a gender yet?"

*Not yet, but they are at least talking about it. Once they decide, we can arrange a session in a Med-pod.*

"And the bloodsucker?"

*You really shouldn't call him that… but Artemis sent him away to study under the gaze of someone called the Master Of Ceremonies. He's due back tomorrow. Apparently he has gained a new appreciation for the subtleties of his powers.*

Logan nodded as he let Jean use her telekinesis to carry Trailblazer away.

"So, we still got the scraps of her backpack?"

*Yes. Why?*

Logan shrugged. "She claims that it was gifted to her by some sort of God-like being. Bets that once she's finished the training it'll mysteriously reform?"

*A very good point, Logan. Put like that, it is quite likely.*

"Maybe they'll be able to make a proper go of it now that they've got a proper idea of what being a true Superhero is like." Logan noted as he walked down the corridor.

*With you to point them in the right direction, they probably will, my friend.*