Man it's been ages... Real life has been action packed. New job (which intellectually stimulating but the work load makes it feel like a gulag at times), and I finally managed to buy my first house ^_^ I know I've neglected this story for absolutely ages, but I really do want to finish it someday. Christmas has been the first chunk of spare time I've had in yonks.
"I believe a visit to Hank's laboratory is in order." Charles said wheeling himself out of the door. Erik followed him along the corridor. "He's constructed a device which allows him to eavesdrop on government communications...we need to find out which pieces are in play before we enter the fray"
Beast growled at Erik as the duo entered his laboratory. The German tipped his head congenially.
"My apologies for my brusqueness on the ferry Hank-" Erik began smoothly.
"Dr McCoy." The blue mutant growled "My friends call me Hank. If Raven's hurt because of you-"
"-So you've seen the news – good." Erik replied "That will save time. We're on the same side Dr McCoy." Beast snorted but Erik continued "...I want her back safe and sound as much as you do..."
"We all want her back safe and sound". Charles interjected annoyed by the antagonistic behaviour of his two close friends. "We thought that your recent invention would be able to help with that..." Beast turned back the radio that he had been fiddling with before two men had entered.
"I've tuned into same frequency the military use, they're transporting a group of prisoners that fit the brotherhood's description to Fort Leavenworth in Arizona *"
"All that fire-power is going to pose a problem." Erik said.
"Not if they're inclined to be peaceful" Charles said tapping his temple. Erik's lips turned upwards slightly.
"Out of curiosity how many people can a telepath influence simultaneously?" Hank asked Charles.
"For me more than one becomes extremely difficult, but the skill lies more in choosing the right mind to Focus on – soldiers always act under orders...I just need to influence their commander-"
"Take the king and none of the other pieces on the board matter" Erik summarized. Charles nodded.
"An apt analogy. But Emma..."
"Her gift seems to function differently from mine..." Charles said frowning.
"I'll get the rest of the team together" Hank said moving towards the door.
"I'm not sure that's the best idea Hank" Charles interjected. "I think the three of us and Celia -if she agrees - will do better." Erik and Hank exchanged sceptical looks, for the first time they looked they actually agreed on something. Charles hurried on with an explanation. " We want to avoid a combat situation, this is a rescue mission. We get Raven ….and the others...and we get out quietly. If something does go wrong at least the cavalry won't have been captured as well. Besides if the CIA finds out about the Xavier Institute a team needs to be here to help protect and evacuate the children."
"A point well made...but why bring Celia? I don't doubt her skills as a medic...but I think we need someone more robust for this mission -Havock perhaps?" Erik suggested. Hank snorted and Charles' lips twitched involuntarily.
"Celia is more robust than any of us" Charles answered "She can generate forcefields that stop anything from bullets to bombs"
Erik raised an impressed eyebrow "Extremely useful.." his eyes then flickered to the wall behind Charles, there was a pile of dis-guarded mechanical junk in the corner of the room, broken gadgets and monitors that Hank had been recycling for parts. At the edge of the pile something caught Erik's eye. "Speaking of useful..." He strode over and retrieved the cylindrical object. It was the remains of an industrial laser. With some modifications it could be turned into a powerful diamond cutter...
Pietro looked sullenly down at the paper in front of him and tried for the hundredth time to decipher the meaningless symbols. A number of the mansion's adult occupants had volunteered to take turns giving lessons to it's younger residents. Today Moria Mctaggert, was in charge of literature and languages and had set the students the task of reading a chapter from Charles Dicken's Oliver Twist. Silently for the first half an hour and then aloud in front of their peers for the last twenty minutes of class. It was the latter that Pietro was dreading.
He had never been a gifted reader. Wanda had picked up the skill far faster than him, and now the gaps in his education and the switch away from his mother tongue had made a once strenuous activity near enough impossible. Russian and English letters formed an odd jumble in his brain and made it hard to make sense of anything on paper.
So far he'd hidden his deficit from his classmates by inventing excuses or feigning illness (which due him being under weight when he'd arrived at the mansion, Moira was always inclined to believe) besides there was no way he could let Summers find out he was a dunce.
Pietro wondered if Ms McTaggert would believe yet another one of his excuses...he sensed she was growing suspicious...perhaps evidence was required...
The classroom felt suffocating. Pietro had to escape, he spied the red felt tip pen sitting in front of him and fished Erik's borrowed handkerchief out of his pocket...a few minutes, an ink splattered handkerchief and a disassembled pen later he had created convincing evidence of a nose bleed.
"Ms McTaggert!" Pietro called waving his hand in the air and covering his nose with the "bloody" material. Moira looked up from her own marking work.
"Yes Pietro- Oh my! What happened? Let me see..." She hurriedly rose from her desk and started to make her way to the back of the class where Pietro was sitting. The boy jumped up quickly moving towards the door.
"It's ok, I think I just blew it too hard or something-I just need to wash my face...I'll be back real quick!" Pietro called running out the door before Moira could stop him.
In fairness he did go into the bathroom before scrambling on to the sink, out of the window and wandered aimlessly through the halls until he found himself outside Erik's former bedroom. He realized with a pang that he probably wouldn't get the chance to say goodbye to Erik now that he'd absconded from class, even if the man came to look for him, he was pretty sure Erik wasn't going to waste time searching if he wasn't where he'd been told to be yet again. Seized by a moment of curiosity and recklessness, Pietro tried the door and found it unlocked. On the bed sat Erik's suitcase and the dorky helmet. Which must mean that Erik hadn't left yet. Maybe he could get back in Erik's good books again by taking him his suitcase and saving him the journey back to his room? Yeah, that seemed like a good, plan. He'd prove himself useful and maybe try have another go at convincing Erik or ...what did the others call him-Magneto (hell that was cool! he needed a code name too...)...at convincing Magneto that he would make a good member of the brotherhood.
Pietro slipped the helmet on to his own head to free both his arms for tugging the small suit case then headed off towards down the corridor towards the basement. Children weren't normally allowed in this part of the mansion alone, but the Charles had taken pity on Pietro during Erik's loss of consciousness and let him sit outside Erik's door as long as Pietro promised not to wander off anywhere else. Which Pietro hadn't, but from his spot outside Erik's room he had spotted Dr McCoy emerging from a concealed elevator...disguised as just another oak door at the end of the corridor.
Ever curious he made his way to the elevator stepped inside and punched the button with large "B". Moments later he emerged in a large underground room, but it was not a part of the basement he had seen before...The room Pietro found himself in had high cavernous walls, various mechanical equipment and computer terminals, but the piece de resistance was the ink black jet, which stood proud and tall at the centre of the hanger. For a few moments Pietro stared at it in awe, wandering out of the elevator (Erik's suitcase completely slipping his mind) and towards the plane. There was a docking platform leading up to the cockpit door
Pietro climbed the docking stairs to the cockpit. He'd never been this close to a plane before and like most small boys he was fascinated by them. Looking up, he noticed the hatch in the roof of the cockpit was open...It wouldn't hurt just to have peek inside, now would it?
Pietro clambered up the side of the plane and half jumped, half fell down the hatch landing with an "ompf!" On the pilot seat.
"Sooo cool..." Pietro breathed running his fingers over the control panel.
"I still feel we should take a firearm or two Charles..." Erik's voice almost made Pietro jump out of his skin. The boy looked around wildly. Through his vantage point of the blackbird's tinted windows he spotted Erik, The Professor, Dr McCoy and Dr Reyes emerging from a set of double doors on the far side of the hanger.
A bolt of panic hit Pietro as he ducked down out of sight. He'd never been explicitly forbidden from entering the hanger or sitting in the plane, but if the adults had gone through the trouble of concealing the existence of this part of the mansion, he knew they would not be pleased to find him in the jet.
Erik's warning about keeping out of trouble rattled through Pietro's brain. Should he give himself up in the hopes of pacifying them? Or wait for the inevitable?..you never won hide and seek when playing against a telepath...
"You already have that...thing...Besides this is to be a peaceful mission remember, my friend?" Charles answered as they made their way to the jet.
Pietro subconsciously made to clutch his hair in panic and was reminded he was wearing Erik's helmet when his fingers collided with cold metal. Maybe, just maybe he'd get out of this without pissing off Erik yet again after all...
Pietro dived into one of the under-seat compartments near the back of the plane just as the adults began to board.
"Did you used to be an engineer Erik?" Celia asked.
"Not officially...but I studied biomechanical and electronic engineering at Vinnitsa National Technical University...before...circumstances prevented me from graduating and pursuing it as a career..." Erik replied vaguely. "A shame in many ways, my tutors said I was naturally gifted..."
"Modest as always." Charles muttered.
Pietro recognised Erik's shoes and felt the seat bow slightly as the man put his weight on it. The boy jumped slightly when a duffel bag hit the floor in front of him and Erik kicked it under the seat with his heel.
Within an hour the Blackbird had reached it's destination. As the craft descended downward through the clouds the hairs on Erik's neck pricked up...something was wrong. His instincts were confirmed when the ground beneath them became visible, a tower a of black smoke rose from a smouldering pile of rubble that used be a section of the military base. They were several burnt out vehicles in compound, and although they were still too high to be certain, Erik suspected the black specs on the ground were the bodies of fallen soldiers.
"Apparently we're late to the party..." Erik murmured. "Perhaps you should double check the guest list?" He continued turning to Charles.
Xavier put his fingers to his temple and concentrated on the minds several miles beneath him. A blur of conversation echoed through his head. He focused on a commanding voice coming from a strong but non mutant mind and let his awareness settle there. It belonged to Captain Nick Fury. Charles couldn't sieve through the man's memories without making the subject of his attention aware of the link...but, he could use his window in the man's mind to eves drop on his current thoughts and conversations.
"Mutants...! God damn fucking mutants." Captain Fury grunted stubbing out his cigar with toe of his boot. "As if the Commie's and Nazi's weren't enough...now we gotta deal with this clusterfuck on American soil as well...what's the damage report Sargent?"
"Five men still standing...two thirds of the squadron on the causality list...the rest..."
"Fuck..." Fury swore again. "That asshole Magneto double crossed us..."
A flicker of images flashed through Fury's mind, Charles noted them in his own then retreated from the soldier's mind.
"Well...?" Erik asked.
"This isn't good" said Charles. "In short the military believe that you're solely responsible for the massacre below...and that you reneged on some kind of deal to turn the Brotherhood over to them in exchange for keeping the money from the bank robbery..."
Erik frowned.
"There's an incoming transmission..." Beast informed everyone as he accepted the connection and switched it to the loud speaker.
"Hello Erik darling...How are you Charles?" Emma's voice crackled over the static.
"Contemplating how best to punish your betrayal. I would strongly advise you not to play any more games with me my dear." Erik replied, his voice detached cold and chilling. "If you start begging for mercy now I may even consider making your death quick and painless."
Hank and Celia looked horrified – they weren't here to aide and abet a murder, even that of a cold blooded killer like Emma. Erik however, had grown to admire the Roman style of military discipline, a soldier who betrayed their commander could not be tolerated within his ranks. An enemy within your walls was far was worse than any outside. Deserters and traitors were the lowest of the low, they needed to be executed to serve as an example to the other soldiers.
"Oh, but games are such fun..." Emma replied a sadistic edge to her voice. "Aren't my games fun Mystique?" A cry of agony rang over the airwaves. The three men on board the blackbird immediately recognised Raven's voice.
"If you've hurt my sister-!" Charles warned.
"-Oh how touching...the over protective cripple to the rescue." Emma mocked "Well I suppose I better tell you where to ride your white horse ...37.1170° North, 116.0500° East...see you soon boys." The transmission clicked off abruptly.
"It's obviously a trap." Charles summarised.
"Obviously." Erik agreed.
"Trap or not, we're not leaving Raven" Beast said through gritted teeth punching in the coordinates.
"My sentiments exactly." Erik said.
"We're all agreed then." Charles concluded.
The coordinates took them over the arid wasteland to what appeared to be a deserted town.
"Odd place for a settlement..." Celia commented. "There's no road...no railway...nothing connecting it to the outside world..."
The men murmured their agreement...The town looked out of place...almost like a shabby mirage someone had abruptly dumped in the middle of nowhere.
"None the less... these are the coordinates..." Beast stated though still puzzled himself.
"I can feel Raven..." Charles said pressing his fingers to his temple and closing his eyes "She's in the building at the centre, semi-conscious..."
"What about Emma?" Erik asked.
"I can't sense her." Charles frowned. "But she may have changed forms..."
"That suits me fine" Erik smiled coldly and reached under the seat for the duffel bag containing the laser gun. Then his expression turned to puzzlement. Erik had grabbed something warm and soft, not the handle of the duffel bag. He tugged at it and heard and panicked whimper. The sound had a familiar quality. Erik bent and looked underneath the seat, finding himself locking eyes with his son.
"H-hi Erik." Pietro managed a nervous smile. Perhaps if he kept smiling everything would alright. But then judging by the colour that Erik was turning...perhaps it wouldn't.
Erik yanked Pietro out from under the seat and snatched the helmet off the boy's head. Pietro was uncomfortably aware of the disapproving glares he was getting from the other adults in the cockpit, but the anger radiating from Erik was frightening.
"What do you think you're playing at boy?!" Erik seethed "Did we not have a discussion about rules and disobedience only a few hours ago?!"
Pietro said nothing. Erik shook him hard.
"Answer me!"
Pietro couldn't think of a way to explain why he was here without further incriminating himself. Instead he said the first thing that came to mind:
"I uh...Brought your helmet..." Pietro felt the same stupid nervous smile appear on his face again and his stomach sink. Erik's eyes went flat, the pupils seemed to constrict. Pietro paled, the smile finally disappearing.
"Do you think this is some kind of game?" He whispered in a dangerously low voice.
Pietro shook his head quickly. Erik flung him into a chair and buckled the seat belt tightly around the boy.
"You are to stay in that chair until I say otherwise..." Erik snarled. "And if you dare defy me I will make you sorry. Understand?"
Pietro nodded and swallowed.
"I'll start our decent..." said Beast after several moments awkward silence. A few minutes later he'd landed the blackbird at the edge of the town.
Hank, Erik and Celia cautiously approached the church at the centre of the settlement, the place where Charles had sensed Raven. Xavier had elected to stay on the jet, since his powers were just as effective at range and someone had to stay with Pietro.
"Any sign of Emma yet?" Erik asked Charles through their telepathic link.
"None...but I'll keep scanning, and be your guard...I'm getting a reading from another mind it's full of rage and anger-" Xavier replied.
Charles had barely finished his sentence when Erik heard a growl, and spun around to just in time to see Sabretooth lunging at him. Beast snarled and lunged intercepting the feral mutant mid pounce, the two of them collided mid-air then tumbled apart on the dusty ground. The force of their impact separating them.
"Go get Raven!" Beast growled quickly righting himself and glowering in Sabretooth's direction "I'll take care of things here..."
"Hank we're not leaving you alone!" Celia said.
Erik didn't move he stood staring at Sabretooth a look of stunned disgust marring the German's features. "I underestimated your ability to heal..."
A nasty smile spread across Sabretooth's face. "Lot o' people do...I'm gonna enjoy sticking some metal through your throat...right after I rip out blue bird's entrails."
Erik drew his knife from his belt. Beast growled.
"I said I'd take care of it Magneto!" Hank snapped.
"This man is a homicidal maniac prone to psychotic rages...and before you make any jokes at my expense Dr McCoy...I don't rip young girls open for entertainment...or rise from the dead...don't take this personally but I don't believe you're up to the job by yourself.."
"Go fuck yourself Lensherr!" Beast moved in a big ball of speed which surprised the other three people in the immediate vicinity and connected a powerful roundhouse with Sabretooth's face. The other mutant spat blood and prepared to return the parry as Hank yelled out: " GO GET MYSTIQUE!"
"Erik I can feel her...she's in agony" Charles' voice again rang through Erik's head.
Erik blinked recovering from his surprise... "Perhaps I also underestimated Dr McCoy... Celia I'm going to fetch Raven could you be a dear and make sure Hank doesn't die while I'm away?"
Celia nodded but looked out of her depth. Erik supposed paediatricians weren't much given to combat.
"Here take this" He said handing her his knife "I'll be back as quickly as I can"
Erik ran to the derelict church in the centre, where Charles was mentally guiding him. He burst through the double doors of the building and found himself confronted with a disturbing scene. On the stage behind the pulpit, Mystique was tied to a chair. Her face was bruised and there were electrodes attached to her forehead and toes. She lifted her head weakly as Erik entered.
"Erik...i-it's a trap..!" She called desperately, her voice hoarse.
"I know" Erik said rushing forward to untie her. He was halted in his tracks by the sudden flash of blue light that pulsed through Raven's body, delivering a powerful electric shock and causing her to let out an agonising scream.
"Erik darling, so good to see you...but don't you know it's rude to greet the other guests before you acknowledge the host?" Emma Frost purred stepping out of the shadows and into a shaft of light that filtered in through a gap in the boarded up windows. She was in her diamond form and holding a remote control, Erik deducted it controlled the electric torture device that was attached to Mystique. He watched her stoically.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it was to get non-metallic wires for this device? Why don't you take a step back..." Emma said stepping closer to Raven as Erik backed away. The two women were standing so close now he wouldn't be able to get a clear shot with the laser gun.
"What are hoping to achieve here Ms Frost?" Erik asked.
"Revenge." She said simply a cold smile on her face. Erik smirked.
"For Shaw? I never took you for such a sentimental fool".
Emma's smile fell and her face flashed with anger. It was the only real emotion that Erik could ever remember her displaying.
"Shaw was a great man! He was a visionary, a genius! ….he was going to lead us all to greatness-"
"He was batshit crazy!" Mystique interrupted "Just like you!"
Emma hit the button on the remote control and Mystique screamed again as the voltage ripped through her body.
"He was not crazy! I am not crazy you ugly bitch!" She slapped Mystique hard across the face. Grabbing a tuff of Raven's red hair she pulled the blue girl's head back so that Mystique found herself looking into Emma's eyes which were burning with hatred.
"He was my King and I was to be his Queen, in a beautiful new world. He freed me in body, mind and soul..."
"Freed you...?" Erik asked deciding that for the time being the best strategy was to keep Emma talking. Emma looked sharply in his direction abruptly letting go of Raven's hair.
"Do you know what rich families do to their little girls who hear voices in their heads?** They send them asylums...and in those asylums they drug you with lithium and pass you around like a piece of meat..." Emma stated with icy bitterness.
"Then Shaw came...the first doctor...the first man who truly understood me..." Emma's face lightened with the happy memory, she was looking in Erik's direction but he mind seemed a million miles away in the reverie, and she wandered away from Raven slightly. He took the opportunity to readjust his grip on the gun. "My first and only love..." She shot Erik a look loathing, as she came back to the present "...and you murdered him."
"As I will you." Erik hoisted the laser gun up quickly and blasted Emma with a beam of light that hit her abdomen. She shrieked and fell against the opposite wall, crumpling to the floor groaning.
Erik ran to Mystique and knelt beside her, hurriedly removing the electrodes and then starting on her bonds.
"Erik- look out!" Mystique shouted suddenly. Erik barely had time to respond to the warning. He whirled around just in time to avoid losing his head to Azazel's blades, blocking the blow with his makeshift gun. The red mutant had a glazed look in his eyes, out of the corner of his eyes Erik noted Emma had righted herself and returned to her flesh form. She supported herself against a wall with one arm while clutching her side with the other, blood oozed down between her fingers, but it seemed of secondary concern, she was concentrating intensely on Azazel.
"Don't hurt him Erik!" Mystique pleaded "He doesn't know what he's doing! Emma's controlling him!"
"How about telling him not to hurt me!" Erik muttered as he narrowly avoided another cut, which this time left a sizeable dent in his makeshift shield. "Is this how you plan to run the Brotherhood Emma? Through mind control and torture?" Erik called over his shoulder to Azazel's puppeteer. "Shaw would be proud..."
"I don't plan to run the Brotherhood Honey... I plan to reinstate the Hellfire club..." Emma panted raggedly "Any former members that don't feel like accepting my invitation will be destroyed. Red here always had a soft spot for Blue. God knows why...perhaps ugly likes ugly. At any rate, I happen to know the rest of our little family is baying for your blood right now. They don't take kindly to betrayal"
Erik's eyes narrowed as he swung a blow at Azazel's jaw with the butt of the laser gun hoping to knock the other mutant out. It connected but not fully, the force knocked Azazel back but not out, leaving the teleporter only slightly dazed.
"What do you mean Emma?"
Emma smirked. "You were a bad boy Erik, you disappeared with the money from the robbery instead of sharing, but, that wasn't enough for you. You needed to get homeland security off your back. So you did a deal, the location of the Brotherhood headquarters - and anyone that might be inside - in exchange for them forgetting about you. The Brotherhood was taken completely by surprise and couldn't manage much of a defence. Of course, no one was too pleased when they learned from Captain Fury that their glorious leader was the one who sold them all out to save his own skin. But it had to be true, after all weren't he and his girl the only ones missing from Vegas when they were ambushed?"
Erik looked at Emma with stunned disgust. "You gambled the lives of everyone in the Brotherhood for this insanity? Where are they now Emma? Do you even know?"
"Relax sweetie, you should really be worrying about yourself. Sabretooth and I headed a rescue party...they're safe and sound hundreds of miles from here. It helps to have a teleporter on remote control" she smirked at Azazel.
Erik remembered the aftermath of the massacre they had witnessed as they were flying over the desert.
"Everyone's terribly grateful to us, and terribly mad at you. Well everyone but Azazel, who started asking too many questions. He was always too smart for this own good. So after I'd made him teleport everyone else away, I decided to bring one last guest to your farewell party "
As if on cue the red mutant began to stagger up robotically, preparing to take another swing at his opponent. Erik had noticed opponent's movements were slower than usual and less elegant. Not by a great deal, but enough equalize the fight and save Erik from becoming grated cheese. Although the German had had his fair share of experience with martial combat, Azazel's teleportation skills and sheer speed made him a brutal combatant and one that Erik doubted he'd beat in a fair fight. Surprisingly Azazel also wasn't using his teleportation powers. Erik presumed the telepath's access to some of Azazel's finer talents was either limited or Azazel was managing to resist her in some low level way. Even now as he staggered to his feet Azazel's movements seemed conflicted, feeling a tad guilty, Erik slammed his fist into Azazel's temple finally knocking him unconscious. The German snatched one of Azazel's twin swords from the floor and kicked the other out of reach across the room for insurance. He turned to confront Emma but only saw the swinging church doors. Erik moved back to Mystique and renewed his attempts at untying her. Emma could wait, nobody had spotted any vehicles while they were flying overhead and now that Azazel was no longer able to teleport her she wouldn't get very far.
"You're safe now" Erik said to Mystique as he cut the last of the bonds with his newly acquired blade.
"Erik I'm so sorry...I couldn't stop her...I tried but I couldn't resist her" she said with a half sob Erik gathered her up in his arms, harnessing his gun on his shoulder by it's strap, and holstering the sword in the harness. "Everything's ruined..." Mystique chocked.
"Shh now...enough of that..." Erik soothed empathetically, surprising her with the uncharacteristic tenderness. He carried her away from the horrid electronic device and off the stage, stopping in front of Azazel. "Do you think you could stand for a moment?" Erik asked. puzzling out the logistics of carrying two people at once. Mystique nodded and Erik placed her feet gently on the floor, supporting her around the waist. "Your brother could have made himself of greater use earlier" Erik muttered grumpily, wondering why Charles simply hadn't intervened telepathically when he was fighting Azazel, at least then, the teleporter could have walked out of there on his own two feet.
Charles? Erik called out mentally. No answer...was his friend ignoring him for some reason? Or was Charles unable to hear him...? Erik suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He managed to somehow position Azazel across shoulders while acting as a support for Mystique. At a slow hobbling pace they managed to make their way towards the Blackbird. As he approached the jet he could see that something was obviously wrong. Pietro was shouting desperately at Dr Reyes...no not just shouting, but physically making a real nuisance of himself...again. The boy was pulling and yanking at Dr Reyes clothing desperately trying to distract her from her task. She had a panel on the jet's side open was intently concentrating on pulling out wires. It was the kind of work that a person didn't look like they should be distracted from, but Dr Reyes hardly seemed to notice that Pietro was there...
"Pietro! You will stop that at once!" Erik shouted furiously.
"Charles brought kids?" Mystique mumbled bemused.
"Not exactly." Erik replied tightly, settling Azazel on the ground and stepping away from Mystique. The quiet tension in his voice set Raven's nerves on edge, even in her hazy state she knew that voice meant Erik was about to explode. Mystique noted the tension in Erik's body and suddenly felt sorry for the white haired child that had started running towards them...wearing...was that Erik's helmet?
Erik strode towards Pietro and seized him by the arm as soon as his son was within reach, hoisting him up into the air so that they were nose to nose. Pietro who was familiar with the demeanour of adults who were running thin on patience took quickly spluttered out an explanation for his behaviour.
"DrReye'sisactinglikeazombie! She hit the professor on his head and now she's pulling wires of the jet. She won't listen - I think she's gonna break it! We gotta stop her! And help her! And help the professor!"
Erik blinked and put his son down, his previous anger evaporated.
"H-here's your helmet back" Pietro added rapidly removing the item from his head again and holding it out to Erik "I-I only put it back on because after you guys left the professor told me it was safer to...I don't think he's hurt bad or anything, but he won't wake up properly...he's kind of muttering to himself "
Erik took the helmet and quickly jammed it back on his son's head "Keep it on until I say otherwise. Here take this as well." Erik said handing him Azazel's blade, Pietro's stared at the weapon like he'd been given a particularly impressive Christmas present. "Stay with Mystique.." Erik shouted over his shoulder to Pietro, as he started running towards Celia "...use that sword it if a blonde woman in white or a man with fangs gets too close!"
*Interesting footnote in American history; this place served as an "internment" camp for Japanese American citizens during the second world war. I thought that in a parallel universe it would make sense for the CIA to "detain" other threats to homeland security here.
** Frost really was in the crazy house:
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I always picture Emma frost looking an behaving more like Pam from true blood than the actress they go to play her in the X-men first class flick. I think she was kinda wrong for the role. Physically and attitude wise.