SPIDER-MAN

Peter walked towards the entrance where two men dressed in suits stood on guards. They held out their hand stopping Peter from entering and one asked "Name?" in a deep voice. 

"Real or fake?" questioned Peter.

"Your Hero name dipshit" replied the bodyguard.

"I'm clearly a hero here for the tryouts what normal person superhero lands in a tight costume? I don't understand the logic here" responded Peter.

The man tried to rebuttal but nothing could come to mind so he just got out of the way signalling for Peter to enter the building. 

"Thank you," Peter said making his way into the building and looking around the fancy lobby that held photos of all the members in over-the-top frames. There was a camera crew at the back of the lobby near the elevator talking and checking all the equipment. There was a set of fancy wooden tables and red sofas in which two other people were seated. On the tables were a few bowls of fruit and glasses of water in front of the two others there.

"Hello," said Peter while sitting down. 

Opposite of him was a girl covered in yellow and black fur with her arms crossed. She had long black fingerless gloves with a black latex sleeveless shirt and black latex shorts with matching black boots. She had what appeared to be a long tail and long orange hair, she didn't reply and checked her sharp nails.

Adjacent to Peter was a man covered in a black costume with a small white lightning bolt on his chest with a black mask that revealed the bottom part of his face with small eye holes. On his brows, he also had what looked like two antennae from one of those old TVs. "Hello," the man replied in a stern voice with his arms also crossed but in the brooding hero way. 

Peter was confused about their responses, while one just straight up ignored him the other was just weird. "So what do you call yourself?" he asked trying to make a happier atmosphere and break the awkward silence.

"Black Bolt" replied the man, still maintaining his stoic attitude. 

"Tigra" stated the fured lady still not paying much attention to Peter and Black Bolt, completely disinterested. 

"Those are cool" stated Peter.

"What are you known as?" asked Black Bolt.

Peter slightly coughed "Uhh, Spider-Man" he replied crossing his arms and looking away embarrassed. 

"Wait, so do you have eight limbs?" asked Tigra curiously. 

"No, no I do not" Peter responded. 

"What makes you a spider then?" Tigra questioned.

"I can climb stuff and shoot webs, I have a cool spider sense thingy and that's about it really. What about you?" replied Peter.

 "Freaky" giggled Tigra with a grin appearing on her face. "Where do your webs come out of? Not down there right?" she questioned pointing towards his down-below area.

"No! At least I think not never really checked, anyway they come from my wrists, look" Peter replied shooting a web to the roof. 

"That comes out of you?" said both Tigra and Black Bolt in unison. 

"Yep" responded Peter. "What about you guys?" he asked.

"I've got super everything and senses, like a tiger. As you can already see I've got sharp teeth and claws" she replied widening her mouth to show off her fangs. "I can also control people's emotions, to a certain degree" she added.

"I don't remember Tigers being able to do that" responded Peter.

"I don't either, but apparently I can. Don't look into it too much" replied Tigra. 

Peter and Tigra looked at Black Bolt waiting for him to also reveal his powers. 

"Alright, I have an additional organic section on my brain that causes my body to release an unknown particle which I call 'Black Particles' that interact with electrons. By using the antenna on my suit I can control these particles with a precision that allows me to manipulate these particles and hence Electrons as well meaning I can do cool stuff like an electron barrier or fly" he says as he gets up from his seat and begins to float mid-air and small sparks could be heard coming from his antenna.

Peter clapped and replied, "That seems quite powerful".

"Thank you" responded Black Bolt.

"I didn't get a round of applause" interjected Tigra. 

"Oh, sorry" replied Peter clapping again while looking at Tigra who responded with an annoyed expression.

"You guys seem to be getting along," said a Russian voice next to Peter. 

Peter looked over to see a man with slicked-back white hair and a Blue latex suit with golden lining with a white lightning bolt going from his left shoulder to his right waist.

"Wha, How did you?" Peter said confused at how he managed to suddenly appear next to him while pointing at him. Tigra and Black Bolt also looked confused while staring at the man.

"Super speed" the man responded taking a grape from the fruit bowl and placing his leg on the other relaxing in his seat.

"That's so cool" replied Peter like a fan boy who met his idol.

"So what's your Hero name?" asked Tigra.

"Quicksilver. Cool right?" the man responded. The man was quite energetic and exaggerated. 

"How fast can you go?" asked Black Bolt.

"Technically the speed of light, At first when I got my powers I couldn't control them and ended up breaking most of my bones. So after training my control, I can keep myself at around the 350mph mark without injuring myself," responded Quicksilver.

"You've got crazy potential then" added Tigra.

"Thanks" Quicksilver replied. "So who are you all representing?" he added.

"Black Panther" replied Tigra. 

"That makes sense, you two are kinda similar," said Peter.

Black Bolt coughed a little before replying "The Hulk". 

"Really?" smirked Tigra.

"He's a scientist you know? An amazing one at that. So he's been applying his knowledge to my powers and now I've reached heights I could only dream of before" responded Black Bolt.

"Fair enough," said Tigra shrugging her shoulders. 

"Me next. Mine is Captain America" interjected Quicksilver. 

"Dam looks like you're the favorite already. Almost all of Cap's picks get chosen" replied Tigra.

"What about you Spider-Man?" asked Black Bolt. 

"Iron Man" responded Peter. 

Everyone looked at him in silence and Peter was getting quite nervous and started to sweat. 

"Something wrong?" Peter questioned.