A/N: Setting- This is set after X-Men: Days of Future Past. I assume that after helping Charles, Peter stays in contact with, but mainly leads his own life. Also, obviously, mutants are a know thing, and, it's the late 70's!
The old man's arms shook as he raised them above his head. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, down his nose and into his mouth. He nervously licked his lips.
Tia shrugged her shoulders, cracking her neck to the left, and then the right, stepping closer to the counter as she did. She shifted her gun, holding it like she meant it to be fired.
"Alrighty pops, empty the register" she hissed, leaning in over the counter to begin grabbing cigarette packets from the wall. The old man watched her with confused eyes as she piled them onto the counter.
"Hey" she said, trying to catch the old man's attention as he emptied cash next to the cigarettes.
"Hey. I'm talking to you" she growled. The man's head snapped in her direction, his watery eyes searching her face, settling upon her dark sunglasses.
"Do you have a security system here, alarms, something?" she whispered.
The man looked around nervously, "Yes".
"Good. So they haven't worked. You should get all this back in insurance then. You have insurance, right?"
The old man nodded his head.
"Good" she smiled, patting the man on his chest. He'd finished removing the notes from the register, there was only coins left.
"Don't worry, you keep the change" she said, gesturing at the loose change. The elderly man nodded, his whole body shook too.
"Sir, I'm going to ask you a favour". She was facing the front of the shop, watching red and blue lights flash down the street.
"I want you to turn around".
"Wh-what?" the old man stuttered, his eyes searching her covered face.
"Do it now!" she screamed, leaning back over the counter and grasping the man's shirt collar.
"Do it now" she repeated, so close their noses practically touched. The old man nodded slowly, sobbing as she let go of his collar.
A cool gust of air whipped through the shop as the girl flung the shop door open and screeched,
"You can turn around now!". The old man stood, staring in utter confusion as the girl ran from his shop empty handed.
"I think you forgot something!" he called, before turning to look at the pile of cash and cigarettes on the counter. But they were gone.
Tia ran straight out of the convenience store, slamming into a tall, thin cop who immediately grasped her wrists.
"You're under arrest" he declared, before reading her rights and bending her over the hood of his police car, tugging her wrists back behind her and handcuffing her.
"Whaddaya reckon 'e looks like?" hummed a shorter, balding policeman.
"S'Time to find out" said the first man, ripping the sunglasses and balaclava straight off Tia's face and into an evidence bag.
"Why looky here, it's a lady" the bald cop cooed, waltzing over towards her, his hands on his hips. He sashayed towards her, his jaw slack as his eyes appraised her.
"I think it's time to call it in" the taller cop warned, opening the back door of the car and pushing Tia's head under and through.
"Lemme help you with that" the balding cop purred, sliding his meaty hand across her thighs as he reached for the seat-belt. Tia struggled at her cuffs, trying to free her hands from behind her back.
"Don't touch me" cried Tia, causing the man to chuckle. A switch flicked in Tia's mind- no more playing nice.
Tia blinked and the handcuffs were gone, leaving her wrists free. She swung her arms up, reaching around the confused cop's neck. She yanked his head down to whisper in his ear,
"Have a fun trip".
She blinked a second time. Tia was suddenly alone on the street, the two policemen and their car were utterly gone. Tia scanned the buildings nearby, wondering if anyone saw. She figured that if anyone had, they didn't care, or didn't believe their eyes. Or maybe they did believe what they saw, and just accepted it. Rough neighbourhoods could be like that, people accepted strange things.
"What? What happened? Where are we?" screeched the balding cop, clutching at the car for dear life.
"I believe" said the other policeman, kicking his shoes through the white sand and patchy grass, "we're in the Mojave Desert"
"How? How- how-how are we here?" the bald man whispered, ducking into the car and curling his knees up to his chest.
"I dunno, but I've heard of this girl before, rumours she's a mutant. The guys at the station called her the Hangover." The tall man squinted into the horizon and sighed, "When you open your eyes, you don't know where you are, or how you got there".
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