Bucky Barnes

If Sage was being honest she actually didn’t know why she even agreed to attend this academy. It just didn’t seem like she quite fit in. Everyone else seemed to have all these cool and fancy powers. Then? Then there was her. She wasn’t gifted with magic or flight and she wasn’t a genius either. If anything she was just a girl, a girl who had been through some  tough shit that no other girl her age should be dealing with. At her age she should be having the time of her life hanging out with friends and partying. But instead? 

Sage was attending an academy for heroes training in order to eventually save the world. Sounded like fun. On paper that is, but on the surface it wasn’t exactly all fun and games. She just couldn’t keep up, sure she had some skill in combat and tactics but the reality was a person like her couldn’t quite possibly keep up with all the sorcerors and mutants. At this point she was just contemplating giving up now. It was early days true, but with the rate things were going she didn’t seem to on the path to improving any time soon. A miracle was needed to achieve that.

She sighs, adjusting the straps on her backup. Sometimes life just really knew when to hit someone in the face and she supposed that for her it was one of those moments. God it really seemed she was screwed, but still everything had it’s silver lining.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad,” she tells herself as she walks, “Who am I kidding, I’m screwed,”

Continuing her way down the hall, she could only hope she didn’t wind up bumping into someone. With her luck however it certainly seemed to be possible.  

Bucky wasn't exactly the type to be teaching anyone.  At least he didn't think that he was.  Sure he had some experience in fighting, too much if anyone asked him.  Although they rarely did.  He didn't think that experience correlated to teaching others.  Yet here he was attempting to teach them skills that would help them save the world... once or twice.  It seemed to depend on how the year was going.for them.

He didn't know how receptive his students were to his teaching style.  He was a bit more hands on then discussing theory.  It wasn't as if lectures were going to help them any when they found themselves fighting.  He didn’t think simulations helped much either but it wasn’t as if they were going to throw them into the deep end.  They didn’t have the luxury of being prepared for the lives they led.  These kids would have that bit of an advantage at least.

He was walking down the hallway.  Escaping his classroom after a student kept him there fifteen minutes longer to ask questions.  He was ready to be out of there when he walked by Charles.  The question brought him to a stop.  He might have wanted to head out but he wasn't going to ignore the man.  "Ending early today.  Cancelled my afternoon classes," he figured that one day wouldn't hurt anyone.  He figured that answered how his day was going today.  “Yours?”