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New York City, Main Street, Abandoned Warehouse, 1500 hours, Two days after kidnapping
Maryah woke up, her head pounding and her muscles aching. She felt like she'd been in the crash again, minus the heart damage and ramming into another vechicle. A groan escaped her mouth as she tried to sit up, her limbs not letting her move.
"Easy. You went through hell before you got in here." said a calm voice. It was scratchy and weathered, and sounded like he'd been yelling for a while. "My name's Scott Summers, can you tell me yours?"
She groaned, trying to get up. Her elbows leaned her up and her eyes opened. A hansom young man with black/brown hair and futuristic looking glasses looked at her, his tan skin looking pale in the bright lights.
"M-Maryah." she stammered, her throat dry and her lips tattered and bloody. "P-...Stark."
He raised an eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Okay, we're getting somewhere. Do you know why you're here? The dude's name is...Justin something, I really wasn't listening. I just woke up here, because the last thing I remember I was being blown up by my fiance'...er...girlfriend."
"Hammer?" she stammered, her eyes widening as the man, Scott, nodded his head. "Oh, fuck..."
He shrugged. "Why, I'm sorry if I don't get it, I've been basically dead for four years."
"That's my father's nemesis, err...Stark Industeries and Hammer Industriesd have been competeing for years. I think I went to school with his son and completely whooped his ass at engineering." she explained, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Yes, yes you did. But that's okay, 'cause I got you here now." said a shockingly familiar voice to both Scott Summers and Maryah Potts/Stark. They both turned around, well Maryah turned on her elbow.
She growled when she saw who it was. "Hammer."
"Both, in fact." said another voice, stepping into view. In front of them were father and son, both having shockingly similiar in looks. The son, though, had a dark brown mop of hair instead of cleanly cut light brown like his father. Even the expressions were mockingly similar. Maryah glared menacingly.
"What the hell do you what with me?" she asked, scratching her head with her free hand. "I'm not important."
The older Hammer laughed. "Oh, you're more important. More than you know, because once your father realizes you're gone, then he'll come to me. And when he comes to me, I can take my revenge."
"Oh yeah, and why is he here, genius? No wait, that's giving you a compliment you dont' deserve. Sorry, I miss took you as one person of high intellegence and integrity. This is...obviously not the case." Her voice came out in a sarcastic, cold tone. "Just let him go, and I'll stay here and do your...ugh...nevermind. Let him go."
Justin, the older Hammer, smirked at her. "You have a smart mouth."
"Compliments of my father. Your welcome."
Harry(the younger Hammer) tisked her, shaking his finger with the annoying mouth sound clicking on his pale lips. "Now, Maryah, is that anyway to talk to a elder?"
"Fuck you, buddy." she replied, rolling her eyes. "But seriously, let him go."
Harry shook his head. "Nah, we're not because he's useful. Especially his power, those wonderful eyes."
She smirked. "Oh, Harry, there are so many jokes I could tell right now. But, since you're father is here, I'm sparing you the embarrasment. And what is able to do, shoot lasers out of his eyes?"
"Actually, that's exactly what he does. Good guess! That little genius sixteen-year-old brain of yours comes in handy, doesn't it." said Justin, smirking at her. "Well, don't expect to get out of here anytime soon. We've got to study both of your powers."
The father-son-duo left, leaving the two to look at each other confused.
"So, you can really shoot lasers out of your eyes?" she asked him, looking into the black shades. He nodded shrugging slightly as he turned to face the wall. He looked upset at the question, like he didn't want her to bring it up.
"Yeah, I am. It usually comes with more worse things than good. But you, you actually have a power? What is it...I mean...if you know." he replied, looking at her with a gleam in the glasses.
She shrugged. "I can stop thing in mid-air...and-OW!" She sat up fully, her torso upstraight. Her eyes went black as she looked at him with the eyes. She looked pained, and afraid at something, wincing at the air.
He knew this, he'd seen it in Jean, before she turned into the Phoniex. But there could only be one, so she couldn't be it, could she? No, no. "Okay, focus on the image you're seeing, if you're seeing one at all. It's a message, listen to it. Embrace it and don't turn it away." He had listened to Professor X talk Jane through these that he picked it up himself. Now, he actually needed it. "What do you see?"
"A-a box? Maybe, I don't know, it looks square. A-and Hammer has it, both of them. It has power, power that if t-tweaked looks like it could help them with something. I see...something else. A band of people, they scream evil. One of them looks really familiar from a dream I had as a child. I think his name may be...Loki perhaps. His hair looks like a bucket of grease was throw on it, and he looks snake like. He's saying something...calling it an ultimate power, something that could be used as an advantage against the Avengers...but there's a woman. She has...red hair, and looks like she doesn't belong..." she stopped, her eyes turning back to the normal blue. She looked up at Scott and shuddered. "What the hell was that?"
"You just had a vision." he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "They come every once-in-a-while when you are telekenetic."
She looked at him. "I'm sorry, what? I'm...what?"
"Telekenetic. You can control things with your mind, pull or push objects away from you, sometimes even find people on the Earth. And by the looks of it, you're pretty powerful, but not as powerful as Jean. Also, you might be able to read minds and control dim-witted people. There aren't many of your kind left, only my Professor I believe." he said, looking at her with shaded blue eyes.
She nodded. "Do...do you know how to teach me to control it?"
"I might." he responded.
She smiled, then. "Good, 'cause if we're getting out of here, then I need to learn how to use this."