It was a couple days since the meeting with the Avengers; the Infected were still cooped up in the Academy, but they were really starting to get hungry. Spider had taken all of his buddies to the cafeteria and completely raided it, there was no food-not even so much as a crumb. Spider had been a little smart and had tried to conserve some of it; but that proved fruitless in the end. After the constant growing and mutating from the Infected, their metabolisms were coming back as powerful as ever-and as effective as they had ever been-and they were starving. They hadn't attempted to eat each other...yet, but who's to say it won't happen?

Though today was the day when Nick's plan to feed them would be put into action; using the underwater cargo hold, and Shipment Pad beneath the Academy, they were going to send in food by robot. The food consisted of things that the animals usually ate: There was meat (cooked of course, S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't heartless after all), nuts, berries, fish, grain, fruits, and a little bit of hay (for Rhino, just in case). They didn't want to send in any bugs, for Spider-Man, unsure if they could contain so many bugs (dead or alive-though Spider would probably prefer them alive. Thrill of the hunt or something) and really hoped that wouldn't be a problem. Besides, the idea of getting that many insects was sickening anyway.

For a while after the meeting, the remaining teens had done their best to avoid eye-contact with the Avengers, or Nick Fury, as much as possible. Even Amadeus, after returning from the meeting, looked awkward and uncomfortable, but of course he took it like the mature little genius he was. Everyone else refused to talk about what was said during the meeting, it was too....weird, awkward, and disturbing to even think about. But because of today, they were hoping to forget all that and crossed their fingers that this plan would be a success.

Everyone was gathered on the Main Deck where the monitors were. A few of the Avengers weren't present, like Tony (who was locked in his lab, Sam with him), and Hulk who had returned to Vista Verde to update his Smashers about their Infected predicament. Thankfully crime in New York had been low for a little bit (from after the Contest of Champions), and the worried heroes didn't have to go out and beat up a bunch of crooks and thugs for snatching an old ladies purse-although, perhaps the extra punching bag wouldn't be that bad-useful even, for some of the heroes who needed to get some frustrating anger out of their systems. Anyway, they all stood in the Main Deck and waited patiently.

The teens were glued to the monitors, of course, while Nick was discussing the plan with Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Coulson. Agent Venom wrung his hands nervously as his eyes flitted over the screens, "Oh man, what if this doesn't work?" he asked, hands tightening harder and harder each time.

"It'll work." Power-Man replied confidentially; his arms were crossed calmly over his chest, maintaining his cool demeanor and attitude. Yet inside, he was as worried as Agent Venom and facing his own doubts and concerns.

Nova, who was hovering above him, nodded with Agent Venom. "But how do you know?" he questioned. "What if something goes wrong?" Iron Fist looked up at Nova and gave him a small, soft smile of reassurance.

"Director Fury, as well as the Avengers, have all worked hard at coming up with a plan." Iron Fist told him. "Even if this plan fails, another is sure to take its place." Nova shrugged, he placed himself back on the ground next to them. The other teens stood by silently, the time they planned on delivering the food was at 1:30 (the time which it would take to prepare everything). Right now it was 1: 27, three minutes until it was time. Everyone within the tricarrier was tense as the time drew nearer. As another minute ticked by, Nick Fury broke off his discussion with the others, and overlooked the activity of the submarine-already stocked with the food supply-that had already been set in the ocean below.

He didn't talk, and simply watched the screens with the attentive gaze of a hawk. It was at times at this that the teens really understood why Nick Fury was Director; he could handle any situation with calm ease, and a clear head, most likely with a back-up plan already tucked away in his brain. Just.....never attack his tricarrier and/or try to take control over it, change it, morph it, hurt it, sink it, or blow it up-his last name wasn't FURY just because that was his daddies last name too.

The clock struck 1:30 and the plan begun. The submarine, controlled from inside the tricarrier, hummed to live beneath the ocean waves and started its lazy journey to the Academy. It hadn't been dropped too far off, and as it drew closer, Nick got ready to signal for the Shipment Pad to open. Once the submarine got within range, Nick motioned for an agent to his far right, who had been attentively awaiting his order, and the agent pushed in some codes and the underwater Shipment Pad opened.

On the monitors, the action didn't go unnoticed. All of the infected, who were dealing with their further enhanced senses, felt the barely recognizable rumble of the Shipment Pad opening, and looked around curiously. Spider twitched nervously, sniffing the air and growling lowly under his breath. None of them seemed too horribly worried about it though.

Except for Triton; the inhuman must've sensed the water, he having his weird connection to it-especially sea water. Because he perked up with interest, sniffing the air with an erratic excitement, and making an odd grunting noise of glee. Spider was lying lazily on a web, one of his hands on his stomach, looked down and curiously cocked his head to the side at Triton, as if saying: Dude, what are you grunting about? Your interrupting my nap!

But Triton ignored him, and ran out of the room they were currently occupying, and hurried through the halls; his webbed feet made a dull slapping sound that echoed. He sniffed the air for the salty sea aroma he was sensing, and following it closer toward the Shipment Pad. The other infected looked at Spider-Man, wondering what he was going to do. Spider didn't look relatively excited to go on a wild goose chase after Triton, but grunted in slight agitation before going after the meta-fish. The other infected bristled with happiness, like children told they were going to the park, and joyfully ran through the halls with Triton as Spider followed from the ceiling like the grumpy supervisor who just wanted to stay home and chill.

Nick cursed under his breath as the group steered further down the Academy toward the Shipment Pad, "We have to hurry and get that submarine inside the Cargo hold." Nick ordered. "If Triton see's that water, nothing is going to stop him from getting to it. And we don't want that, so let's hurry people!" Agents bustled tensely.

Agent Venom looked ready to start biting his nails; Power-Man's arms had dropped into fists by his side as he watched the monitors, Amadeus was secretly going through the codes and actions being sent toward the Academy to make sure nothing bad was going to happen, and the Shipment doors froze or something else that could cause catastrophic problems; Nova paced restlessly behind the group, over so often sneaking a peak at the monitors before continuing his tireless goal to run a hole into the floor; Iron Fist, as always, was calm and collected, he watched the screens with a harmonized gaze but remained motionless with his arms crossed over his chest, and leaned softly against the wall; Cloak and Dagger stood side by side, as a comfort for each other, while watching the screens intently.

The Avengers fared no better, well of the Avengers that were there anyway: Steve had first been sitting on a chair, but had changed his position so that he was now standing upright with his arms folded tightly; Natasha was stoic though, her intense eyes skimmed over the screens, looking for anything that could go wrong; and Clint was fiddling with another arrow, he was oddly quiet but seemed just as agitated as the other teen. Coulson stood next to the teens, behind the pacing Nova, before moving to stand next to Fury.

Another screen showed a display of the submarine entering the Academy. It stopped on one of the landing pad rooms, before the room was sealed and the water was effectively drained out of the premise. Just in time too, because the infected busted inside right at that moment. Triton whined loudly at seeing the lack of water, and half-heartedly stepped in a small puddle near the door. He whined again, and hissed grumpily, but kept his webbed feet in the puddle, kicking the water softly.

Spider gave Triton an unamused look, and grunted at him like: Oh great, you led us a half-soggy room. This is why you interrupted my nap? But then Nick had the submarine opened, and a tantalizing food smell immedianly hit the Infected's nose. They all immedianly perked up. Rhino sniffed around a little bit more, before he took a running leap forward, but Spider snarled at him to stay back. It worked...for about 4.2 seconds, before the others couldn't hold themselves back either and they all charged the submarine-even Triton, who had still been moping, rushed toward the alluring smell. Spider looked at them unhappily, but followed them none-the-less, all while hissing agitatedly under his breath.

The teens all chuckled amusedly, "Some things never change." Power-Man smiled, almost imagining the non-infected Spider-Man who always did the same when his team didn't listen.

"No kidding," Nova agreed with an amused snicker. He should know, it was mostly Nova who didn't listen to Spidey. At seeing the food, the Infected all yipped with excitement. Rhino took to eating the hay right away, and Squirrel Girl grabbed a couple handfuls of nuts. Triton sniffed out a fish, and scarfed it down-looking a little less like a grumpy toddler, and more like a half-satisfied mutated teenager.

Spider also searched through the submarine, rummaging for the food. Every kind of specie of spiders ate bugs, but some spiders were known to eat larger prey-such as small birds, and mice. So everyone held their breath as Spider scoured through the food supply, obviously unhappy with his desired meal failing to present itself inside, before wearily grabbing a small chicken leg and nibbled on it. An atmosphere of relief settled over the tricarrier as the Infected all ate the food they were given. "Well, there goes our feeding problem." Clint spoke up.

"Thanks goodness." Steve added. "I don't know what else we could've done for them otherwise." Nick settled back a little, a bit of tension was released from his shoulders as he rubbed his head tiredly. At least one of his many problems were fixed, though he'd have to keep an eye out on Triton-he doesn't want that one anywhere near the water. "Well, now that we can check that off our list, we can focus on more important things." Nick sighed. "Like curing this damn virus."

They all nodded, "I'm going to go check on Tony," Steve said. "Make sure he's still focused on his task." He got up from his seat and walked off. "I'm going to the Training Rooms." She said. "Clint, you want to come?" Fingering the arrow in his hands, Clint shrugged and nodded "Yeah, okay." And the two headed out.

Nick looked at the teens, "Maybe you should go with them," he told the kids, jerking his head toward Natasha and Clint. "Get some training done. It will make you feel better to get something done."

The teens shrugged carelessly, obviously intent on remaining where they were. Nick blew out through his nose, "Okay then, now I'm ordering you. Go train. Now." All the teens grumbled under their breath, unhappy with their orders, but followed the two Avengers none-the-less. Besides, they didn't want to cause Nick anymore trouble than they have been.

Nick shook his head; why those kids insisted on being so stubborn he would never get. They obviously picked up such a stubborn and persistent (+annoying) attitude from Spider-Man, that kid had an amazing way of inspiring people to follow him, whether it's in a fight, or resisting their Director and supervisor. Nick turned to the video screens, and watched as Spider stopped Tiger and Zabu from fighting over a steak, ripping the tough meat in half and throwing the two ends to opposite sides of the rooms, before settling back down with his chicken wing.

Chuckling softly, Nick shook his head and rubbed his tired eyes. The Royal Inhuman family was visiting S.H.I.E.L.D in a couple days, and he needed some positive results from this situation to reassure them with. An inhuman war had barely been avoided before, and he really didn't want to deal with one now. Why must you cause me so many problems? Nick mentally asked Spider, before turning to Coulson. "I'm going into my office to look over the documents Stark sent me, notify me if anything happens."

Coulson nodded, "Yes Sir," Nick stepped past him, stopped, turned back and added, "And how is Ms. Parker doing?"

Coulson breathed loudly through his nose, "She's not taking it well." He answered sadly. Nick nodded, that was expected. He continued toward his office.