Today's class was meeting in the Danger Shop, which had been programmed to look like New Orleans in the height of the Mardi Gras celebration. "Happy Fat Tuesday," Steve said with a little smile. "Again, our apologies for missing class last week."

"Unforseen circumstances," Tony added. "It's a party, but we haven't forgotten that this is still a class. Today, instead of cats, we have drunk people to herd."

"Which is more difficult than herding cats," Steve said, "though they still have the same attraction to shiny things that will hurt them."

He nudged a college-aged girl in a pair of hot pants, far too many beads, and a hurricane the size of her head away from the street she'd been listing towards. She grabbed onto his biceps and cooed. Steve looked beyond embarrassed.

It was the most realistic simulation possible.

"Please don't let them wander into the way of the floats," Tony said, looking far too amused. Because he was cruel like that.

"You have to keep it up for an hour," Steve added, unsuccessfully trying to dislodge the girl. Her friends had now swarmed him as well, cellphones out as they squealed and took selfies.

Which meant Tony was finally going over to rescue him. "Stay away from the hurricanes, yeah?"