Uncanny Excalibur

Chapter 21: Captain Cymru- Part 2

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to Marvel. Captain Cymru is mine.

Cardiff-

In the outskirts of the Welsh capital, cars pulled up outside a swanky-looking mansion and several well-dressed people disembarked from their vehicle's, moving into the mansion. The mansion belonged to Gwen Hughes, a local millionaire. Gwen has holding a charity ball, and anybody who was anybody was there. Entrance was by invitation only, so there was no chance of Z-List celebrities trying to weasel there way into the party. Gwen had learned since the last time she held a big party. The so-called 'stars' of Big Brother and various other lame reality TV shows were banned from the building. Only people who were actually talented were allowed inside. It was a pity that Sir Tom couldn't make it, though...

One stretch limousine pulled up outside the mansion. The limo contained the members of Excalibur. Gwen Hughes was an old friend of Brian's from his college days. Meggan hoped that her husband wasn't too close to this Gwen woman, or she'd have to kick her head in.

Guido let out an impressed whistle as he looked up at the mansion.

'Yowzer. You got some friends in high places, Brian.' The former bouncer nodded in appreciation, adjusting his bowtie. 'Say, I don't suppose you'd be able to get me an audience with Kylie Minogue, would ya?'

'I doubt you'd get on very well with her, Guido...' Forge pointed out. 'You might accidentally sit on her and break her in half.'

'I have seen the exhibition in the Victoria and Albert Museum...' Amora chipped in. 'Her clothes are so small, you'd think that a doll wore them. Not that she often wore many clothes in her music videos...'

Jamie just smiled as he remembered all of the clothes in the exhibition. There was that white hooded garment that had a plunging neckline right down to her navel, and that infamous pair of gold hot pants that, believe it or not, were purchased from a charity shop.

'Uh-oh. Jamie's gone into drool mode...' Guido winced. 'We'd better get him inside before he dehydrates.' Amore noticed that Sarah was glaring at the man known as Multiple.

'Yes. That, or Sarah decides to tear him in half.'

Inside-

The group made their way into the mansion and headed for the main ballroom, where the party was being held.

'Hunh. Look at all the pretties.' Sarah snorted, somewhat bitterly. 'You'd be able to buy a small country with all the money that they spent on plastic surgery.'

'Odd's blood!' Amora spluttered as she recognised somebody. 'Did you just see who walked past? it was Doctor Who!'

'Which one?' Forge blinked. 'There's been ten of them. It can't be any of the first three, because they're dead.'

'It was the newest one.' Amora told the mutant inventor. 'And he was wearing a kilt! I wonder if it's true about what people say about Scotsmen and their kilts...?'

'It's a bit windy outside, so we might just get a chance to see.' Meggan chuckled. 'Mmm, he does look handsome in his kilt. Pity he's spoken for.'

'Ahem!' Brian forcibly cleared his throat. Meggan just smiled back sweetly at her husband.

'I love you too, sweetie.'

'Aww, this just warms the cockles of me heart, it does.' An all-too familiar voice piped up. Brian frowned at the sound of the voice.

'Hello, Wisdom.' Brian tried to force a smile in the direction of the former spy. 'What brings you here?'

'Got an invite, guv.' Wisdom replied as he held up a crumpled piece of paper. 'I know the lady of the manor.'

'Know her socially, or know the inside of her underwear?' Meggan quipped.

'It's just a social call, luv.' Wisdom reassured the blonde empath. 'With a little bit of business on the side.'

'Wait...' Forge blinked. 'Shouldn't you be back in Westchester with the rest of the X-Men?'

'Just doing my bit for Queen and country, mate.' Wisdom explained. 'Besides, all that spandex gubbins weren't for me. Just give me a crumpled suit any day.'

'Speaking of which...' Jamie frowned, indicating Wisdom's crumpled black suit. 'What's up with that? Did you sleep in your clothes, or something?'

'MI-13 frowns upon sleep.' Wisdom quipped.

'MI-What now?' Sarah blinked.

'Part of the British Secret Service.' Brian told the former Morlock. 'They deal with metahuman activities.'

'We're like Torchwood...' Wisdom chimed in. 'Except we're not crap.'

A little while later-

Once the group had made their way into the main ballroom, they split up and mingled amongst the group. Sarah headed straight for the buffet table. The former Morlock was looking over the selection of food on offer.

'Wow, look at you! you have to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!'

Sarah was in the process of eating a sausage roll when somebody started gushing over her.

'Whuzzah?' Sarah mumbled, her mouth still full.

'Your skin... Those bones... They look spectacular!' Sarah's admirer, a red-haired man with thick black-rimmed glasses and wonky teeth, gushed. 'Please tell me that you haven't got a contract with anybody...'

Sarah could hardly believe her ears. Was this flatscan tripping? He didn't really want her to model for him, did he?

'I ain't a model, bub.' Sarah waved him off. 'Now, get lost before I lose my temper.'

'Don't say no just yet, lovely...' The red-haired guy smiled as he pushed a card into Sarah's hand. 'My number's on the card. Think about my offer and give me a call, would you?'

Sarah just gazed at the card in her hand.

'Neil Richards...' Sarah read the name off the card. 'Fashion photographer extraordinaire. Pff. Whatever.' The former Morlock scrunched up the card in her hand and shoved it in her purse.

Elsewhere-

Unfortunately, Brian and Meggan hadn't been able to rid themselves of Pete Wisdom. The crumpled Brit had stuck to them like ugly on a rhino.

'Is there something that you wanted, Wisdom?' Brian let out an exasperated sigh. 'Or do you just plan on following us around like a little lost puppy?'

'Haven't you been listening?' Wisdom groaned. 'I've been trying to trying to explain my proposal to you.'

'No, you can't sleep with me for a million pounds.' Meggan frowned. 'Now, either say what you came to say, or bugger off.' The former Black Air spy just rolled his eyes.

'The PM's been getting all antsy about the spandex set...' Wisdom explained. 'It's his last year in office, and he wants to make it count.'

'Well, he has done such a stellar job already.' Meggan snorted bitterly. 'What's that got to do with us?'

'I'm your new government liaison, luv.' Wisdom smirked. 'Starting as of now.'

'Not interested.' Brian sniffed as he turned his back and walked away. Meggan followed close behind.

'Oh, bloody hell...' Wisdom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'It's times that these that makes me wish that I hadn't packed in smoking...'

TBC...

Next: Captain Cymru- Part 3

Brian introduces the team to his old friend, who may just be a certain Welsh flag-wearing superhero.