Tony headed down the street, this kid may be fast but Tony could tell where he had went, he crossed a garden in the park nearby. It had just rained and Tony could see the clumps of dirt he had kicked up while running. He followed the tracks, this kid had to stop running soon, he couldn't continue to run forever, could he? Tony would admit he wasn't to savvy with the whole world of mutants as most mutants were at his age were but he knew even they had their limits.
He jogged across the park and came across a fence that separated the park from a back road. Looking on the other side he saw dirt clumps at the bottom, he knew the boy must have jumped the fence so Tony did too. When he landed he looked around the street and saw a back alley and heard chains in it. Taking out his gun Tony slowly walked down the road and poked his head in to get a quick look. Pietro was trying to get the cuffs off his hands anyway he could, there wasn't exactly a blacksmith shop around the corner where they lived. He was banging them against the bricks, trying to move his hands fast enough for them to give away.
Tony held his gun up and began to walk in slowly, Pietro quickly noticed and looked up. "Get the hell away from me." He said abnormally fast standing and getting ready to make a run for it.
"I don't want to hurt you or anything, I just wanna help." Tony said.
Pietro scoffed. "Yeah, right. And next thing I know I'll be in a jail cell. You're a cop I know you are, you don't wanna help me. No one wants to help a mutant, not even you. We're just rats to everyone, just mutants who don't disserve homes or a family to take of them. I'm trying to live! I've never done any real harm, they just wanna throw me in jail because of what I am! And it's there God dammed fault I got here in the first place! If they would just leave me alone I wouldn't have to steal things just to live!" He yelled at Tony letting out all his anger and frustration, when he finished he sighed and hung his head.
"I know I know what you're going through. Let me just try and help you." Tony said walking cautiously to the younger man feeling sympathy for the young mutant.
"How can you help me?" Pietro asked shrugging. "There's nothing you can do for me."
"I can start by getting those cuffs off you." Tony said and the boy shrugged and held his hands out to Tony. He walked to him and put his fingers on the cold metal quickly heating it up, he did that to both of them and told Pietro to pull his hands apart as fast as he could, he did so and the cuffs broke. "There," Tony said taking a few steps back.
"Thanks," Pietro said rubbing his writs where the hot metal had burned him. "I think."
"Now go, I'm letting you off. I won't tell the cops where you are if you don't tell them I helped you." Tony said.
He nodded. "Deal, thanks again. Really, I mean it." Pietro said and sped off through the street until Tony couldn't see him anymore.
Tony shrugged and began to walk home. He had, had enough action for one day, and on his day off. It began getting dark as he walked back to his building, he looked up at the sky and dark clouds started to form overhead. He cursed softly not wanting to get stuck in the rain. Beginning to jog slightly he suddenly felt a light pull on his belt buckle and his jeans and just about all the other metal he carried on him.
"What the hell…" He murmured as he saw people's earrings, necklaces, and all their metals pointing upward. Tony looked up and saw a sight he never thought he would ever see, there was a man, he couldn't make out who he was due to the uniform thing he wore with a long cape. Tony placed his hand on his gun ready to whip it out but before he could get a good grip on it the gun flew out of his hand and to the man who was now hovering about ten feet away.
"Now don't be foolish." He said and bent the barrel of the gun so that there was no way it could be used. The man continued on his way and stopped at a building landing softly on the ground. From around the corner Tony saw a flash fly by kicking up papers, dust and dirt and he immediately knew it was Pietro.
The man bent down all the street lamps and street lights on that block and blocked the way for Pietro to run away. He stopped and tried to go the other way but that way also quickly became blocked by pipes that shot up from the ground. Pietro was panicking as he frantically looked around for a quick exit finding none he turned back to the man and yelled at him. "I don't want to be a member of your damned Brotherhood! Just leave me the hell alone!"
"Now, now, you know I couldn't do that. Son must follow in father's footsteps right?" the man said landing next to him.
This set Tony off, a son didn't have to be anything like his father if he didn't want to. A son never had to follow in his fathers footsteps. All the will in Tony's body pointed to trying to fry this freak but his more sensible side of him told him to call someone. But who? Gibbs? He wasn't a mutant, he had no idea what was going on. Frustrated he contemplated on what he could possibly do.
At NCIS Kate was preparing to go home for the night as was McGee, Gibbs was still sitting there with his work in front of him and Abby was in her lab probably oblivious to the time due to her bombing music. Ducky wouldn't be leaving until Gibbs left probably. McGee typed in his computer to check out the news so he could look at the weather for the next few days. When he arrived at the site he saw a video that intrigued him to press play, on the video it showed a helicopter's view of a raging scene. There was a man making objects float all around him, a younger one trying to get away apparently but the walls of pipes and street lights and lamps was to high and steep to get over, and whenever he did try and climb the man made them move so he would fall down to the street below.
McGee watched for a few more seconds as he saw a flaming ball fly to the man in attempt to stop him but it was in vain because he raised a car and stopped the flames but setting the car on fire and throwing it dangerously close to the person who shot the flame. McGee didn't need to see anymore. "Gibbs!" he yelled and saw his boss come out from his own desk and looked up at McGee slightly annoyed sipping a cup of coffee.
"What is it Agent McGee?"
"Look at this." McGee said and quickly pushed the video back a few seconds. Gibbs watched as he saw the flame hit the man. "You think that could be Tony? I – I mean can't he do that?" McGee asked.
"Send that down to Abby tell her to clean up an image of him." Gibbs said getting a gut feeling that, that was his agent down there.
"Right, Boss." McGee said and rushed to the elevator to talk to Abby.
Kate turned around to look at Gibbs after just seeing the video herself. "You think it's Tony?" She asked Gibbs but he continued to stare at the paused video in front of him and at the blurry image of the man who fired the flaming ball.
Abby was sitting down in her lab, it wasn't long before she was able to pull up the video and clean up the image, she said it was things she could do when she was still in grade school. She blew up the image and cleared it, in seconds a face they all recognized appeared on her screen. She took one last sip of her soft drink and put in back on the table in shock. "Oh my God…" he whispered and quickly sent the image up to the offices.
"Gibbs, it's him, it's Tony." She said over the com as the image appeared on the big screen. Tony was running from the falling car and there fore looking up at it, it was the only image they could get of him.
"We're heading down there, now." Gibbs said and his team nodded, Kate and McGee quickly followed their boss down to the garages.
Elsewhere in upstate New York…
"Professor!" Yelled a woman running down the hallway, she was tall, good looking with long red hair, maybe in her early twenties. She wore a uniform looking clothes with an 'X' pattern all over it. She reached a room and walked in meeting with a man in a wheelchair looking at a screen. "Magneto's causing trouble again." She said.
"I know, Jean, prepare the jet, I have already informed the rest of the team." He said and she nodded running down the hall.
Warren was sitting in his room picking at his wings, he seemed to be starting to molt. He hated it. Pulling our lose feathers and looking at his wings in the mirror in his best attempt to groom them he got a message from Jean in his head. Guys get ready and come down to the jet, Magneto is causing trouble. Warren sighed and held his head, never really liked it when he got telepathic messages from Jean or the Professor. He quickly changed and made his way down to the jet, when he got there Kurt was just teleporting in and he waved his hand in front of his face trying to get ride of the smell of brimstone. Kurt shot him a look as they all boarded the jet.
The professor was there as well, apparently he knew something that no one else seemed to know and wouldn't tell anyone. They suspected there was someone there he wanted to talk to or at least that's what Jean got.
Scott sat at the pilots seat and warren the co-pilot, they took off fairly quickly not wanted Magneto to cause to much trouble. In the back they could hear the various team members talking about what he could possibly doing now. Paige just assumed he found some young mutants and he was trying to recruit them on his side, Bobby was convinced he was up to no good and had another plan that would destroy the world, but no one agreed; they all knew he always blew things out of proportion.
Tony ducked another flying piece of metal that was coming to him, he already burned a few out of the air before they got to him. He cursed, this was nothing like what he was doing in this apartment earlier that day, that was just messing around. This was serious. He lit up another flaming ball behind his back narrowly missing his shirt and having it caught on fire, whipping it out he threw the flame but a trash can was lifted up and blocked it, unfortunately Tony could not get out of the way of this. He tried to jump up the trash can hit his hard in the back making him fall hard on his chest and face, his hands not going out fast enough to try and catch himself.
He groaned as he got up and put his hand to his nose, he felt blood slowly drip form it. When he tried to get up he winced as he moved his chest, might have a cracked rib. He thought but ignored the pain and fully stood up. How was he going to do this on his own?
AN: I'm sorry for the lateness but I have shows and scripts up to my neck and other fics that need updates and not to mention school. Urg hectic life. But I think things are finally cooling down we did the last performance of one show last week and all my random shows are done (unless I get a call to do an improv or fill in which is possible but probably not any time soon). But anyway I thank all my reviewers and to answer a question, no I am not Australian; I live in the good 'ol U.S.A. Let's see what else is there to say, oh with the members of the X-Men I literally wrote about twenty names down cut them up and put them in a basket and random chose them. So sorry if the ones I picked weren't on the team at the same time, it was luck of the draw. I think I'm done now… okay I think I am.