Basic Training

The Quinjet deposited me at a training facility. Having been informed of my uncontrolled powers, a second Quinjet had been prepared for me, and the pilot was in a hazmat suit. I thought that was overkill, considering my power only affected women, but maybe they didn’t know that.

When I left the Quinjet, I was greeted by Captain America!

“Hello, Dean. It’s a pleasure to have you here, at our training facility. I hope you do well.” he said earnestly.

“Thank you, Captain.” I grinned, starstruck. He pointed to one of the buildings.

“Head there for orientation.” he said. I nodded and jogged over there, and when the doors slid open, I saw it was a large room with LOTS of circulating air. Clever. They’d built a room that would practically nullify my powers, as the pheromones I emitted would simply be sucked away by the AC. Eight beds lined the wall.

“Alright, last cadet’s here. You seven are prospective Avengers. If you pass basic training, you’ll be added to the team as a low-ranking member, and you’ll be able to work your way up. Sound good?” the instructor asked. She was a hot Latina with shoulder-length brown hair. She had probably B cups, and a shapely figure. Her physique was fit, and I figured if I could see her stomach, it’d be toned.

“My name is Maria Hill. Each of you will be paired into duos, and you will pass or fail by your partner. Understood? Good. The partners are entirely random, as well. First duo: Dean Wayne and Kate Bishop.” the Latina said. A gorgeous girl with raven hair, intelligent blue eyes and a quite nice rack on her, Cs, probably. Definitely a little bigger than Maria’s, though Maria had more curve to her. Kate wore a purple tank top and black leggings. She had toned, fit arms, and looked serious.

“Dean.” I extended my hand.

“Kate.” she shook it.