I glance at Wasp, before turning back to Tony. "…So it's them?" I ask after a moment.
"We're pretty sure." Tony replies, nodding.
"Alright. On a scale of one to ten, how strong are they?" I sigh.
"Alone? Ten. Together? Ten. Why?" Wasp chides.
"Am I intruding on something I shouldn't be?" Mandy asks. I turn back to Wasp, trying to hide the scowl on my face.
"No, no, We were just about to call for you. We think this might be the reason you've been brought here." Tony explains.
"You're shitting me! No way!" Mandy gapes as she takes a seat.
"Alright," Tony begins, "It seems the Masters of Evil are up to their old tricks. They've been stealing some petty stuff, but as of late, Thor has revealed to us that the Tesseract has been stolen." That was too much of a coincidence with what Loki said earlier.
"It was not Loki," Thor cuts in, "It was stolen while he was locked away in Asguard. According to the guards, it was Amora. She used her magic to make a complete replica."
"The Enchantress… "That can't be good! Do you think she's the one who summoned us here?" Mandy asks.
"We don't see how it could be anyone else. The Masters of Evil want the three of you for some reason, and judging from the fact two of you have powers, I'm guessing it's something dangerous." Bruce sighs.
"We're going to need more help than just us this time, Tony," Hank turns to Stark, "If the Enchantress manages to get control of at least one of the girls, it won't end well for any of us."
"I thought it would just end period. No well about it." I mutter, my voice barely audible.
Quicksilver speeds out only a moment later, off to find his "team". I glance at Mandy, though as she makes eye contact, I quickly turn away.
After the meeting is adjourned, I see Mandy and Peter, with Arachniass' arm around Mandy's shoulder. Part of me wants to punch him across the room for even touching her, the other part of me wants to punch her. I snake around them, not bothering for a hello.
I glance at the shredded punching bag, before small bits of metal lace it back together. She didn't even trust me. The metal slices through it with extreme procession. They probably don't trust me either. I slice the bag through, and let out a small growl. I'm not naïve enough to run off with some stupid trickster god. I'm not dumb enough to fall for that. Why would they even consider-"Sara." T'challa interrupts my thoughts.
"What?" I ask, glancing at him.
"Amanda got pizza." He announces.
"Oh, good for her." I mutter, turning back to the punching bag.
"You're not going to eat with us?" T'challa observes.
"Does it look like I'm hungry?" Metal slices through the bag, ripping it in half.
"For many things, but yes all the same." T'challa sighs.
The metal shards compress themselves into a small sphere, before slipping into my pocket.
"What do you mean?" I ask, arching a brow.
"You asked earlier about the strength of the Masters of Evil. Perhaps you're looking to fight them." T'challa observes.
I pause for a moment, before starting towards the door.
"They're strong. I doubt you would have a chance against them." T'challa muses.
"When I meet them, if I ever do, I'm shredding them to bits." I snarl.
The main room is already crowded, the Avengers talking and eating pizza. Once again, no one seems to notice me. Good. Rather go unnoticed than be noticed and pitied. I grab a piece of pizza and take a bite of it.
"They're here!" Pietro announces.
"Where?" Mandy asks.
"On the roof. They flew here." Pietro explains.
"They can all fly?" Mandy gapes.
"No, they have a jet." Pietro replies.
"Oh…then what are you waiting for? Bring them down!" Mandy orders.
Only a few moments later, the X-Men are in the living room.
Nightcrawler immediately catches my attention, Beast glancing at me.
I immediately make a mad dash for the blue, teleporting fuzz ball.
He lets out a yelp and teleports just as I get to him.
"Kurt," Mandy tries to coax him down, "Kurt it's okay, she isn't going to hurt you."
"Yeah," I agree, "Please get down here so I tackle hug the shit of you." Unfortunately, that only scares him more.
"You're not helping," Mandy hisses. I glare at her, tempted to get out the shards. Mandy turns back to Kurt, "Kurt, I promise she won't hurt you, just please get off the chandelier."
"You promise she vill not hurt me?" he asks softly. Come. The fuck. Down. When you do, I will tackle hug the living FUCK out of you. You will be fucking paralyzed from the hug.
Kurt teleports right behind Mandy. "Just you wait motherfucker." I mouth, glaring at the teleporting fuzzball. He curls back, before Mandy starts towards Matt.
I take out the small metal sphere, and toss it back and forth in my hands as I start towards the other Avengers.
"Hey." I greet, waving at them as I walk.
"Hey." Cyclops replies, shrugging.
"Wanna have a staring contest?" I ask after a moment.
Cyclops gives me a confused look.
"That's a horrible idea." Cyclops sighs.
"Oh come on. You're just nervous I'll beat you." I reply, cracking a smile.
"No, I'm nervous I'll blow your face off." Cyclops corrects.
"Look just like turn the sensitivity down to a laser pointer and we're both fine." I grumble, crossing my arms.
"It doesn't go that low." Cyclops chuckles.
"You just need to adjust it." I mutter, rolling my eyes.
"No way." Cyclops sighs.
"Oh come on, Scott! I just want to have a staring contest with you. I don't see how that's a bad idea." I mutter.
"It's a bad idea because it will blow your face off." Cyclops sighs.
"Alright, then how about skeet shooting?" I ask, tossing the sphere in my hands.
"What do you mean?" Cyclops asks.
"You try to hit this ball. If you hit it, you get ten dollars. If you miss, I get five." I explain. "We can do it on the balcony so we don't end up costing Tony more than his dignity." I add.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt." Cyclops sighs.
"Sweeeeeeet."
We move the balcony only a couple minutes later.
"Alright, so hit this ball and you get money. Don't and I get money." I repeat, tightening my grip on the ball. Cyclops nods.
I hurl the ball into the air.
I flick my wrist, the ball zooming to the side just as Cyclops shoots at it. It jerks to the other side as Cyclops shoots again, before it flies back to my hands.
"Pay up." I chuckle, holding out a hand.
"Metal control, huh?" Cyclops observes, letting out a small chuckle.
"Tech too, but yeah." I reply, shrugging.
"Huh. Kind of like Magneto." Cyclops chuckles as we go back inside.
"Dude, his backstory is wow." I mutter, placing my hands on the back of my neck. "Like, holocaust wow." I add, glancing at Cyclops. He's quiet, before a blurr of blue catches my eye. The metal sphere slips into my pocket as I break into a sprint.
"GOTCHYA!" I screech, leaping towards the blue.
"OOF!"
I cling to the back of…Beast?
"Um, someone want to explain to me why there's a child on my back?" Beast asks after a moment.
"Damn it, why do you all have to be blue?!" I mutter, frowning.
"Please get off me." Beast sighs.
"But you're so big and fluffy." I reply, cracking a smile. I hear a bit of laughter coming from the other x-men, before I inch up to Beast's shoulders. He's pretty tall, tall enough to where when I'm grabbing his shoulders, my feet don't get near the ground.
"Hey, remember that time you met Wolverine back when you were a kid and then met him again?" I offer, leaning my head on my arm as I find a good grip on his shoulder.
Beast only gives me a confused look.
"So this is before Days Of Future Past." I mutter, biting my lips.
"Well, in that case, this timeline is already screwed enough as it is." I chuckle, cracking a small smile.
"Again, can someone explain why there's a child on my back?" Beast repeats, turning to the other X-Men.
"You're blue and fluffy. Why wouldn't I be on your back?" I reply, letting out a laugh.
"Please get off me." Beast sighs. I roll my eyes and leap off of his back.
"Seriously. Dude. You're blue. And fluffy." I sigh, crossing my arms.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Sara." I greet, holding out a hand. "Guess I didn't really introduce myself. Er, wait, did X introduce me, Mandy, and Seanna telepathicly or am I just seriously over thinking this?" I ask, putting a finger on my chin.
"Quicksilver told us, actually." Beast replies, shrugging.
"Figures Speedy Gonzales would." I chuckle.
I glance over to where Mandy is to see her nagging at Matt for trying to get off the couch again. Hopy shit she doesn't want him to get off that couch. She catches my glance. I quickly turn and start towards the training room.
I glance at the punching bag.
More powers equals more radiation….
Metal starts flocking towards me from across the room.
Let's make a microwave and see what happens.
And there is this chapter! I'm going to start the next chapter soon, and I have a vague idea on what to write. Also, yes, this is before Days of Future Past. Or... after it?! Damn time travel movies, making things confusing. Oh, well, time to go write.
Justin: Age of Ultron is tomorrow. Are you excited?
Me: Justin what the fuck do you think the answer to that question is?
Justin: I'm sorry, nevermind.
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