Neaera snorted herself awake as the sun hit her face. Thankfully, she was out of costume and in her gym shorts & bra, as she drooled in her sleep... and woke up in one of the many sleeping positions that she doesn't want told.

"Thank you, sir."

Your very welcome. She got up and, with a stretch that, if anyone saw, thought she was possessed, which was added with a Death Metal like yawn. Stretched, with her clothes ready, she headed to the showers to begin her day, though, some of the other students were already up, most whispering to each other about her looks. She ignored their whispering, only focused on taking her shower and clean herself, though, hopefully, the school has good drainage. As she waited for the next shower to be open, she made small talk with a short haired teenage woman next to her, who, though didn't pay too much to her, but was on her cellphone.

"...Hi... I'm new here." Neaera introduced herself.

"Don't care." The cellphone scroller replied bluntly.

"...So... here to do some good? Or something?"

"I detonate atomic bursts from my body. The only good I can do is blow shit up."

"... I'm beginning to dislike you miss..."

"Negasonic Teenage Warhead."

"Negasonic- What the s**t!? That's the coolest name ever!" Negasonic got off her phone and turned to Neaera.

"What did you just say?"

"...You have the coolest name ever?"

"...Fucking hell!" She took her towel and walked off.

"Was it something I said!?"

Or maybe, it's someone our father knows.

We need to contact him and learn more about these people.

I can agree to that.

Neaera took her stuff into the shower room and cleaned herself and did her parents hobby; singing in the shower. When that was over, with all the ladies confused on what just happened, Neaera got into her casual clothes, only to nearly bump into a very tall & muscular man seemingly made out of metal.

"...Uh... hi." she greeted meekly. "Did you hear my singing? If you want a sing off, I'm down for it. In fact, we should have a rap battle! An Epiuc Rap battle of-"

"Enough." The Metal Man spoke in a thick Russian accent.

"Ooh! Russian!" Negasonic walked right behind him. "Hey Negasonic! Where were you when- Oh! You wanted to get your friend! Aw, why didn't you say so? Hi, I'm Neaera, new person around here in this school."

"Are you sure about her? She doesn't really look like him."

"Who? Did the professor ask you if I look like Beta Ray Bill? Look, I have no-"

"No, not him, you're far much more... eh... cuter than him."

"Wait! I'm cute!?"

"Apologies, but you don't look like Deadpool."

"... Wait a minute... you knew my father, Deadpool!?" Various milk was spat by some students and the teachers around, followed by more whispering. "...Was it something I said?"

"Very. Come, we don't want to cause commotion."

Outside, Neaera hoped branch to branch on the trees around, following the metal man, who revealed himself as Colossus. Apparently, he and Deadpool had a bit of history with each other when he started his various adventures.

"So you had my dad in handcuffs, and, with a knife, asking the viewers if they saw 127 Hours, sawed off his hand?" Neaera asked, taking an apple and eating it.

"Very much indeed." Colossus replied, shivering a bit.

"Disgusting." Negasonis simply added.

"And he was close to becoming a real superhero."

"You mean the part where he killed Francis?" Neaera asked, jumping off of the tree and landing on her hands.

"Yes."

"Aw, you should know by now; superheros and villains keep dying, but come back through Deus Ex Machina things. Batman said it himself in Robot Chicken."

"... Did not think much on that."

"Probably because you've died so many times yourself that you forgot what it means... like infinite lives in Super Mario Bros."

"If that works for you. But, what are you doing?"

"Eating an apple to make myself look like an a**hole." Ding

"I meant, what are you doing in this school?"

"Well... the world right now must think I'm a Deadpool sympathizer and following his ways of life... so I'm just trying to lay low while doing hero things."

"...You wish to become hero?"

"Hell yeah! I already fought a different Francis, but I wanna fight more baddies, save innocent civilians, plus, perhaps get a hot boyfriend... or a girlfriend, but that's if the readers want it... do you want a lesbian couple, folks?"

"Great... like father, you too speak to imaginary friends."

"Eh, not really. I'm trying to be somewhat subtle, but, I may not be doing a very good job."

"Whatever, but you wish to do the four or five moments?"

"...Excuse me?"

"Four or five moments; it's all it takes to be a hero. Everyone thinks it's a full time job; Wake up a hero, brush your teeth a hero, go to work a hero. Not true! Over a lifetime, there are four or five moments that really matter. Moments where you're offered a choice; To make a sacrifice, conquer a flaw, save a friend, spare an enemy. In these moments, E~verything else falls away; the way the world sees us, the way we-"

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!" A growl was heard, followed by a blur of yellow & black tackling Neaera away.

"...AGAIN!?!?!?"

Neaera's back hit against the back of a tree hard, followed by a fist under her cheek, holding her in place. A SNIKT was heard, as two long & sharp blades appeared, both holding Neaera's head in place, keeping her focused as she was facing a somewhat short man in yellow spandex with black 'horns', and white eyes. The weird man sniffed her, followed by a low growl.

"You're the new kid here, ain't ya!?" He growled "They might not know, but you have the smell of a killer!"

"... My bad." Neaera apologized weakly. She was lifted higher.

"Listen kid, there's a third claw ready to come out! Give me good reason why I shouldn't slice ya and sell ya to the glue factory."

"... Because I'm three years old?"

"That ain't gonna work, liar!"

"... Hope this works." With her right leg, Neaera kicked the man in his nuts. The impact... it broke her foot. She screamed in pain as the man released her, also in pain, but it was hard to tell who was more effected than the other. Neaera crawled away, but stopped to crack her foot back in place, something she wheezed at with some tears falling from her face. She turned to see the man snarling at her. With a flick of both wrists and another SNIKT, not only did the third claw came out, but on the other hand, another equally long & sharp looking blades came out of his other hand.

"Okay bub... Let's do this!"

"...I'm sorry." He lunged at her! She got up and ran into the school, screaming her head off.

"GET OVER HERE!!!"