Edwin strode towards Atlas' office with a look on his face that could best be described as "sour". It was the understatement of his features that gave it all away, really, more than anything in his posture. His shoulders were tight, the corners crisp, and everything seemed to be 'perfect'. What had gotten into his head though, was something that most people would never have guessed as a possibility, let alone a likelihood. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s approach to training had been wrong from the beginning, and that was why he'd pressured them into field-training with real-life situations. Why they'd never trained within the base here in New York City.

Inevitably, he ran into a few Agents he knew, non-MTF personnel who he worked with on his solo missions (which he still did on occasion), all of whom shrank back from his curt greetings. The hallways flew past, or seemed to, as he finally got to the door. He knocked on it, one sharp rap with knuckles about one and a half times the density of the human norm - not enough to damage the door by any means, but more than enough to make the noise rather resounding. His wrist had twitched fast enough to blur in the eyes of any flatscans around. It was rare that he didn't do his best to "fit in", ten years of experience and a body that could become anyone sometimes made it difficult for him to find himself under whatever role he'd been forced to take on. Today, he was the advocate for mutantkind whose powers rendered them by nature somehow inhuman.

Frankly, it was a part of why S.H.I.E.L.D. had failed so miserably with Flutter - simply put, the training facilities were incompatible with her needs. The reason why the X-Men could deal with people like Nightcrawler or, well, himself. S.H.I.E.L.D., on the other hand, was a place for the old Facedancer. For the man who struggled to "fit in", and acted, if anything, more human than their normal Agents. But he was no longer like that. Working alongside a team of remarkable individuals had changed him and made him see the error in his ways. And now, if he was going to act like a superhuman, then the entire team should be able to.

All this and more went through his head as he stood at the door, coming to only one conclusion: S.H.I.E.L.D. needed a Danger Room!