Dislcaimer: I don't own X-Men. Or Spiderman. Or any other Marvel comic characters. Which I don't plan on bringing in. I swear!
Epilogue
Darkness had fallen over Westchester. All lights but one had been turned out. And outside of the front gate waited three mutants ready for an attack.
"I didn't sign on for kidnapping, Magneto," Pyro snapped in a hushed voice.
"You signed on for whatever I ask of you, John," the leader replied in his normal even tone. "This is just one small part of the big picture."
"And what exactly is the big picture?" the fire starter demanded.
Magneto smiled. "All in due time."
Pyro sighed, glancing up to the school and furrowing his brow. "Okay, fine, we're taking a kid. Whatever. But I know Xavier's security. It's tight. We can't just go busting in without causing a riot, and I'm not killing kids."
"I agree," the older mutant replied.
The youngest one faltered, astounded. He glanced over his shoulder to Sabertooth. "Did he just agree with me?"
The beast-like man just nodded in reply.
"Do you still have that belt, John?" the graying man asked.
Confused, Pyro nodded, looking down at the heavy buckle with the four set-in triangles forming the "X" in the middle. "Yeah, why?" The leather was worn and scorched, and the buckle was starting to chip in places as well as a few places where the steel was dented from one adventure or another.
"Please, hand it over," Magneto insisted, holding out his hand.
Grumbling under his breath, John removed the belt and handed it out to him. "So what does that have to do with anything?"
The leader called the "X" belt buckle over with a wave of his hand. "This is a tracker."
"What?" Pyro snapped. "They've been tracking us this whole time?"
Magneto smirked. "If I hadn't blocked it, they would've thought that they were tracking the Wolverine."
"Okay, but-" the fire starter stammered.
"There is also a sensor in here," the older mutant explained, fingering the chromed steel exterior of the buckle. "Once it gets close enough to the front gate and front door, it unlocks them both. However, it does not turn off the security system so we need to disable that once inside."
"How do we do that?" John asked.
"But you'll still need these," Magneto said, ignoring the question and offering sleek-looking guns to each of them from a suitcase at his side.
"These look like paintball guns," Pyro protested, picking his up. Looking at the futuristic slide and trigger guard, there was a small CO2 tank at the rear of the gun to propel the ammo. When he held it he noticed the clip full of needle tipped darts. "Tranquilizers?" he said, wrapping his hand around the custom-fit grip.
"Just in case someone gets in your way," their leader explained. "You are not to use your special abilities under any circumstances."
"No problem," the youngest one replied, aiming the weapon at a rabbit.
"And our employer sent us these to help us infiltrate the mansion and turn off the security system," Magneto added, gesturing to the shadowed area over his shoulder.
Pyro looked up suddenly. "Our employer?" he repeated. "What employer? I thought that this was just us. What do you mean emp-"
"And I thought I talked a lot," a cocky voice interrupted from the shadows.
Instinctively, Pyro flicked on a flame, turning in the direction of the voice. Two people could be seen in the dim light of Pyro's flame.
"Down, boy," a female voice said as two figures came from the shadows. "Friends, not foes."
"Glad you could join us," Magneto replied with a pleased smile. "This is Deadpool and Domino."
Finally, Pyro and Sabertooth could see the figures in their entirety. One was a woman. She was tall and skinny, her skin was a deathly pale color and her hair was a contrasting deep black and reflected the light in a blue hue. But that wasn't the most noticeable thing about her. Over her right eye was a dark spot, as black as her hair, and in an almost diamond shape. Whether this was war paint or something else, no one could say for sure, but it made her pale skin look even lighter. The other was a man, but he wore a full body suit, including a mask. It was red and black, and he had two swords strapped to his back. And both of them had all manner of utility belts and side bags adorned with assorted grenades and side arms. They looked ready for war.
"So what's the plan?" Deadpool asked, folding his arms across his chest.
John pointing an accusatory finger at the pair and grew angry. "I thought you said we weren't going to be killing anyone, Magneto!"
The one in the red and black body suit looked at himself and Domino. "Cool your jets, Hothead, none of this stuff can kill anyone."
Pyro was still not calming down as he grabbed for one of his swords. "What about these?" Before Pyro got a hand around one of the hilts, he was laying on his back on the sidewalk and Domino had him pinned with her foot.
To this Deadpool snorted, pulling the swords from their sheaths. Twirling them around mindlessly, he said, "They're just lucky. No one's gonna die by these blades, okay?"
"This is our target," Magneto explained, handing each of them a photo, ignoring the coughing Pyro on the ground. "No harm is to come to him or anyone else in the mansion. No powers. It's a simple capture. Split up, find him, and get out. Any questions?"
"What's his name?" Pyro asked, still groaning from the cement.
"What's that matter?" Deadpool replied, helping him up in annoyance.
"Kids at Xavier's will sometimes put stuff on their doors that make it known that it's their room," the fire starter snapped back, brushing off his clothes of dirt. "I just thought he might be one of the losers who did that." It was hard for John to keep his normally defiant confidence with this guy in the room.
"I bet you were one," the costumed man said, sounding like he was rolling his eyes.
Before Pyro could retort, Magneto explained, "Nobody knows his real name, but everybody at the mansion calls him Forge."
AN: I know, I'm evil. Oh, and the Deadpool that I imagine is the one from the comics, not the one that the put in the Origins movie. Just thought I'd make that clear.
And now you have to wait three more weeks until I start posting the next installment of the "Stand Together" series, aka this one.
Now, I've been trying to count up the number of people that Rogue has touched throughout the movies and my stories, and I think that I've got them all. However, my boyfriend and I have been having a disagreement about something: in the third movie, in the opening danger room scene, Peter puts a hand on Rogue's head and that coats her in metal. Now the question: is that Peter's powers just coating Rogue in metal or did she absorb his power in order to do that? I'd like to hear your opinions! Let me know in your reviews!
Also, today, I'm also posting the first chapter of a side X-men project that I wrote a few months ago called "Waiting." It's very different from these stories, more romance and less action. Feel free to check it out.
So please review and I will see you all in three weeks.