Mark Milton, alias Hyperion, was dressed in what he was led to believe were nice enough clothes. He wore a white polo shirt (collar absolutely not popped) tucked into a pair of tan khakis. A tasteful black leather belt cinched at the waist, and a pair of black leather dress shoes adorned his feet.<br/><br/>When the speeches and so forth began, Mark was in the back of the assembly. He did not feel much anxiety yet. It was more comfortable to be in the back, with few or no eyes upon him. And any concern that he would attract attention with some out of place gesture and earn eternal social ostracism was wiped away as soon as the theatrics of Iron Woman began. Her gaudy and ostentatious outfit seemed entirely in keeping with the over-the-top woman's lifestyle. Mark wondered, briefly, what measures were in place to protect the exposed areas of flesh. Nanites, perhaps? A force field? But it was a brief thought soon put out of mind as Tanya Stark tried to deny any relation between the school and the Avengers' tower. Who, really, would believe that Stark Industries would bankroll two projects so close to one another was simply a coincidence? Some, who failed to give Tanya Stark adequate credit for her intelligence, might believe that the billionaire could bungle and end up building two multi-million dollar projects next to one another without any actual intent to do so, but Mark was not so convinced. Nor that with the resources Stark Industries possessed, that they could be unaware as to the composition of the student body. It seemed far more likely that Stark knew precisely who was what.<br/><br/>But he simply listened, placidly, like one of the herd. He pumped his fists in time with others at the music played, and whooped and hollered when other males did at the sight of exposed female flesh. Once the assembly concluded, Mark once more joined cheering students, imitating their gestures as the Iron Woman flew off accompanied to popular musics. It was enough to make Mark wonder if Stark's theatricality was simply to feed the woman's eccentricities or if it was supposed to draw attention away from something else. Perhaps the three student model? It would remain to be seen if that was significant, but Mark could imagine something like that coming from a SHIELD brainstorming session.<br/><br/>Mark listened, as he shuffled out with the others. A lot of it was pap - trite, boring subject matter delivered in blandly offensive words. But they were things that Mark needed to concern himself with, learn about, and profess knowledge of if it ever came up in conversation. The subject of Hydra was interesting.<br/><br/>Eventually, however, he was in the sunlight and alone. The press of bodies was gone and he was simply an obstacle to be bypassed by others. Lacking any objective, Mark decided to cross the street and purchase frozen yoghurt. The flavour selected: strawberry.