Here goes...well, the title doesn't have much to do with anything, but at a Mac's in my hometown mall, they found flies in the bottom of a fryer. I wonder how they tasted? Thanks again to all who tune in to read & review! If ya read but don't review; fine' but as my friend Readrrr Grrrl says: You could make my day! THANKS!
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Cookie Dance for: Tsugath, zombie1, morring star, LolitaRed, Proponent of EVO, Joseph McKinley
Chapter 22 – Big Mac and Flies
Brotherhood House, morning
A long limo came to rest in front of the house. Wilson Fisk stepped out, not waiting on his driver to open the door. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. As the children were at school, Piotr opened the door.
"Da, Hello. Can I help you?" he asked the large man.
The Kingpin walked in brushing Piotr aside. "Inform Magnus that Mr. Fisk is here to see him, boy. Quickly." He sat down on the sofa, his cane across his legs.
Piotr didn't like the snub. 'Is everyone rude in this country?' he thought to himself, pressing the call button on the house intercom.
"Yes?" Magneto's voice came thru.
"Mr. Fisk here to see you, Mr. Lehnsherr." Piotr answered.
Mangus closed his eyes, his face drooping. He had been avoiding Fisk's phone calls, not waiting to deal with him. 'Humans can be so pesky...' he thought.
"Bring him up, Piotr, thank you." He requested.
Piotr looked at the Kingpin. "Come with me, please."
Fisk smiled. "Of course, boy. Lead the way." He followed Piotr upstairs.
"Thank you, Piotr, that will be all." Magnus was all smiles until Piotr closed the door. Then his face grew solemn as he addressed Fisk.
"What do you want, Kingpin?" he spat.
"I want to know why you failed me, Magnus. I thought you mutants were superior; yet you failed to accomplish a simple task. Where is my DNA?"
Magnus's eyes burned. "Don't presume to know my plans, Fisk. Your DNA will be supplied – when I deliver it. My nemesis, Charles Xavier, got in my way. But he cannot stop me. You will wait until I am ready."
Kingpin smiled. "You will have my prize within two weeks time, not a moment later, Eric." He smirked.
"You think you frighten me, human?" Mangus laughed. "you cannot harm me, not with all your resources."
"Perhaps so..." replied Fisk, "I can, however, have every one of these children you keep disposed of, and have the blame land on your shoulders. Humans already despise you Magnus. With mutant blood on your hands, even your own kind will have nothing to do with you."
Magnus stared at Fisk. "You would kill children? Typical human; destroy what you cannot control." He paused. "I will do as you ask; however, I need a place to train my team, and a trainer. You will provide this."
"Agreed. I shall contact you this evening with instructions. And Eric?"
Kingpin asked.
"Yes?"
"Answer your phone."
The Institute, Med Lab, morning"There is something most peculiar about this sample, Moira. Please, inspect it, and inform me of your estimation." Hank asked, looking down in a microscope.
"I can't look at it if'n ya won't move, Hank. Now lemme see..." Moira looked for herself. "Hmm. Yah, I see what you speak of...but I cannot make a true diagnosis until we run the nucleotide sequences for a set of plasmids specifically designed for a mutant of this type."
"Yes, I concur. We should run a...Oh, hello Scout, how are you feeling today? Please, come in, meet a colleague of mine."
X23 stepped into the room. "Good morning Dr. McCoy. Hello woman." She said.
"Hello yerself, me names Moira MacTaggart. Aren't you a pretty lass!" Moira smiled.
"Aren't I? I don't know the answer to that, Moira MacTaggart." Scout honestly answered. "Dr. McCoy, may I leave?"
"Leave? Where will you go?" Hank wondered.
"I mean go...upstairs. I want to see the 'mansion' as you call it. May I?" she asked again.
"Well, yes, you may. Would you like me to show you to your new room?" Hank smiled. "The other students have gotten it set up for you. I believe you will be partial to it."
"Yes. May I put on my sweatpants and shirt?" Scout asked.
Hank put his hand on his forehead. "Oh my, I forgot to bring you some of your new apparel. Excuse me..." he went to the intercom. "Ororo?"
The speaker squawked. "Yes Henry, can I help you?" Ororo asked.
"Yes, please. Can you procure some of X23's new clothing and bring them down to the Lab. She is coming up today." He asked.
"Certainly Henry. I'll be right down." Ororo responded.
"Thank you, Ororo." Hank turned to X23. "Wait a bit, Scout, and Ms. Munroe will be down with your new garments. Then we shall go up."
"Yes, Dr. McCoy." Scout sat down right where she stood, waiting.
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Ororo had picked out a pair of jeans and a pretty light blue baby tee, along with undergarments. She also grabbed the girls new sandals, and some wool socks. She entered the Lab.
"I'm here Henry. Oh hello Moira, and hello X23." Ororo smiled warmly at the girl. "I brought you some clothes. It is good to see you."
"I have seen you before, on the island. You are a friend of Logan's." X23 said. "Please call me 'Scout'. It is my nickname."
"Certainly, Scout. That's a lovely nickname. It's from To Kill A Mockingbird, isn't it?" Ororo said, handing the girl her clothes.
"Yes, it is." Scout said. "Dr. McCoy? What is this for?" she asked, holding up a bra.
"Oh my..." Hank looked at Ororo, a pleading look on his face.
"Come, Scout, lets go in the other room, and I will help you." Ororo led the girl off.
"What's the problem, Hanky, ya nevah seen a slingshot before?" joked Moira.
Hank just stood there, rubbing his forehead.
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Ororo and Scout went to the room where she slept. Ororo laid her clothes out on the gurney.
"That was nothing to be worried about child. Dr. McCoy embarrasses easily. You've never worn one of these before?" Ororo asked, holding the bra.
"No. I've only worn jumpsuits." Scout replied.
"Take your gown off, dear, I'll show you. These are not always comfortable, but they do wonders for your figure." She turned the girl around. "Now. Slip your arms thru here, yes, that's right, and fasten the clasp between your breasts. Perfect!" She picked up a pair of bikini undies. "Put these on before you put on your jeans."
"Why?"
"Well, it keeps everything...cleaner. There you go."
Scout stood there in bra and panties. "Can I just wear this? It gives me perfect mobility." She asked.
"Yes, but it would drive the boys crazy. You really do cut a fine figure." Ororo replied.
"What does that mean, Ororo? I didn't cut anything." Scout wondered.
"It's a way of saying that your body is attractive, to boys of course. Look at yourself, you're very pretty." Ororo said, pointing to a mirror on the wall.
Scout looked. She saw the same old self she always saw.
"I don't understand, Ororo. Why will I make the boys insane? I don't want to make anyone insane."
"Well...ummm, take your 'brother' Logan for example. Have you ever noticed the way his arms are formed? He's very muscular, tight. I find that attractive." Ororo said.
"Yes, but Logan is so hairy. I don't like that." Scout stopped herself. "Why did I say that? I never thought about...'hairy' like that."
"You have likes and dislikes, especially in men. You may not have thought of it before, but your opinions are inside." Ororo said, touching her temples. "I don't mind that Logan is hairy, I like it actually. But all women are different. Just like boys. Look at us in the mirror." She stood with Scout in front of the mirror. Her own curves showed. "See how our bodies are different? Yet we are both women. And look how our bodies are different than a man's; softer looking, even when finely tuned, like you are. And besides the obvious hips and breasts, our lines are smoother. Women flow and curve, while men angle and cut. Is this making sense, my dear?"
"Yes, Ororo. And curves make boys have mental problems?" Scout asked.
"In a manner of speaking, yes, you could put it that way." Ororo laughed. "But not bad mental problems, just attractions. Likes. Dislikes. Just like Logan's hairy arms."
"I understand. That is interesting. Thank you Ororo."
"Of course. Scout, if you ever want to talk about...women's issues, please come to me. I will always listen." Ororo smiled. "Now put the rest of your clothes on, and meet us outside." Ororo left the room.
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"She has so much to learn, Henry, but she is a bright child." Ororo said, coming back into the Lab. "She will be out presently. Would you like for me to accompany you in showing her around?"
"Why, yes, that would be most helpful. Especially with the ladies room and things of that nature. I would not know where to star – My goodness! Scout! Is that you!?"
Scout came into the lab, wearing low-cut jeans and the blue baby tee with her midriff showing.
"I don't think this shirt is the right size." She said.
"Tis perfect, lassie, but come over here for a tick." Moira said, pulling a brush out of her bag. "Spin about, let me run a brush thru ya locks." Scout turned, and Moira combed out her long raven hair, smoothing it out. "M'Goodness, child, ya have hair like silk! And it shines like the night, too. You'll be turnin' heads, that's fer sure. There now, that's bettah."
"Thank you, Moira MacTaggart." Scout said.
"Well, I believe we are prepared to go see your new bedroom now." Said Hank. "Shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand to Scout. "Would you like to accompany us, Moira?"
"No, lad, I need to run those tests we spoke of. Go, I'll see ya in a bit. It was nice to meet ya Scout." She turned back to the lab work.
The trio walked to the elevator. As it started up, Scout squeezed Hank's hand tight.
Fisk Tower, Kingpin's office, lunch time"Yes, that facility will do fine. Purchase it immediately."
Fisk hung up the phone. He reached out, grabbing another handset.
"Simmons? Get me the Taskmaster. I don't care what you have to do, I want to talk to him by this afternoon. Get it done."
Kingpin slammed the phone down. "If Mugnus wants his brats trained, then they will be; to the highest degree. They may be of value to be later. An investment..." he said to himself, smiling.
The Institute, Girls HallScout stepped off the elevator, her hand in Dr. McCoy's. Ororo was behind them. They walked to the second to last door on the right.
"Here we are Scout, this is your room. Open the portal, take a look." Dr. McCoy said.
She reached out, grabbing the knob, turning it. She walked into her room, surveying the area.
There was a banner over the bed proclaiming "Welcome Home!!" and balloons with hanging streamers were all over the ceiling. The bedding was black, the kind of black that looks blue in the right light. There was a blue furry stuffed animal with a cookie in his hand on the pillows, smiling at her.
On a bookshelf by the bed were a set of encyclopedias and a world atlas, along with many of the students favorite books. The Wheel of Time series was there, along with lots of King and Koontz. Lord of the Rings triad with The Hobbit, and some Vonnegut. Anne Rice, some Marvel graphic novels, and assorted science and technical journals.
On a desk under a window were a computer, and all the goodies one needs at a workstation. The closet door were wide open, clothes bulging out, shoes covering the floor. On a another dresser was an entertainment center, complete with TV, DVD, CD, and radio. There was a great big envelope that said 'For Scout!' on it, leaning on the unit. She walked over, picking it up.
"What is this Dr. McCoy?" Scout asked.
"It's a greeting card, Scout, a small gift from the other students. Open it up, there is most likely a message on the inside." The Doctor replied.
She opened the envelope, pulling out the card. When she opened it, a pop-up of the cartoon characters from Teen Titans stood up, smiling. Scout smiled; she had no idea who they were, but it was nice. She read on.
'To our new Sister,
We hope you like your new room, we tried to get you everything to need. Can't wait to meet you!!!!!
Love,
Your new Brothers & Sisters!'
Each student had signed it personally, some leaving little messages of their own.
'Lebend mit dem Gott!' – Kurt Wagner
'Don't let the man bring u down!' – Jubilee
'Stay a joey forever!' – Mally O'Bryanson
'Ya'll are gonna luv it here!' – Paige & Sam Guthrie
'If any of this stuff gets broke, lemme know!' – Forge
'Let's us know if you need anything!' Scott & Jean
Most of the other kids had left messages also, all welcoming her, offering help if she needed. Scout turned to Dr. McCoy.
"I am not sister to all the students, am I?" she asked.
"No, Scout, that's just a sentimentality. Their saying they care for you, and want you to be happy." He replied.
"They want me to be...happy? They don't even know me yet. Why do they care so much?" she mused.
"Child, some of your fellow students have come here from bad places, as you have. All of them know the scorn of being different. They feel a sense of family here at the school, a sense that some have never known. They want you to feel the same." Ororo smiled. "As do I, Dr. McCoy, and all the staff."
"Oh." Scout said quietly. "Do they really...love me?"
"Of course they do. What's not to love?" Hank put his arm around Scout.
"I want to meet them today. May I?" Scout said, hugging Hank back tightly.
"Most certainly. They will return from school around three. Now, shall we look around your room further?" Ororo asked.
"I have to run downstairs for a bit, Scout. Will you be alright here with Ms. Munroe?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes. It's my room, after all. Thank you, Dr. McCoy." Scout hugged him again.
Med LabHank came into the lab. Moira was looking over some printouts. She waved him over.
"Well, Henry, ya patient is gonna be havin' a mutant child, that's for certain. But look here, at these figures..." she handed the pages to him.
Dr. McCoy studied them carefully, his face growing concerned.
"But this says that..." he stopped, looking at Moira.
"That's right laddie,......Twins. Twin mutants." She nodded.
End – Chapter 23 – Class, Meet the new girl