Yeah…this was supposed to be up two nights ago but it stormed like crazy! And last night but the power mysteriously went out at 3 in the morning. It didn't come back until 6 this morning so I was forced to wait until later to post this. Sorry for the delay! I'm not sure how many more chapters there will be in this story but I won't leave you all hanging. Please enjoy!
Oh and I'm tossing in a certain someone most if not all of us know. ;D And yes he is in the Marvel universe and he will be alive instead of dead.
Italics are mental conversations.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, just October, Tanner and the plot.
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"No, no, no, no! Pepper not that way!" October whispered grabbing the items from Pepper's hands.
"I'm not cut out for this October. I don't make smoke bombs for a living and I don't want to know why you kept gunpowder in your room!" Pepper whispered.
"It comes with having an older brother." October sighed and finished the smoke bomb Pepper had been working on. She tied the bag and placed it under the bed with the rest of their stash. They heard footsteps down the hallway and quickly hide the supplies under the pillows.
"I want you to act like you're sleeping. I'll take care of the rest."
The door opened to reveal Tanner, a smug smirk on his face. He entered the room and shut the door behind him. October stood up from the bed and walked in front of him, crossing her arms.
"What do you want?" she asked in an icy tone.
"Come with me." He said opening the door. October narrowed her eyes and hesitantly followed. She glanced back at Pepper to find her watching with a worried expression. October shot her a small reassuring smile before the door was closed.
The silence between the two was deafening. October had her arms crossed over her chest as she walked behind her father. She glared holes in the back of his pristine suit.
"What did my back ever do to you?" Tanner asked.
"Walked out on us."
"Touché."
They appeared at another door to which Tanner held open for October. She was reminded of Steve and how he had held the door open for her. She silently cursed and held back the tears that wanted to form. October felt a hand on her back as she was pushed through the door and tumbled down the stairs. Her head bounced off the cement floor at the end of the stairs. She gasped in pain as her vision became distorted. October was hauled to her feet by two rough hands gripping her upper arm. The hands deposited her into a wooden chair and tied her hands behind the chair, while her ankles were tied to the feet of the chair.
"I have some questions for you sweetheart and you're going to answer." Tanner said flicking on a bright light.
October crinkled her eyes at the harsh light as her head pounded. She hung her head allowing her hair to shield her face. A smooth hand gripped her chin and roughly forced it up. Tanner's piercing black eyes burned holes into October's light brown ones. October spit in Tanner's face and watched as he wiped it away. He backed handed her across the cheek, forcing her head to the right. Blood dribbled down the side of October's mouth from the hit. She turned her head back to her father with a cold expression.
"You have some nerve girl. I must warn you that all of our conversations will be recorded and sent to your friends. Oh don't worry they'll only hear your agonizing screams as I get my answers. They're listening now as we speak."
"You're bluffing." She hissed. Tanner snarled and slapped October again. He grabbed the front of her shirt and leaned in close.
"I will get the answers I seek, even if I have to kill you to get them. Now tell me what it is that you want?"
"Let my friend go. She doesn't know anything." She muttered with a glare.
Tanner chuckled and released her shirt. "That has already been done. She is on her way back to Manhattan as we speak."
He heard October sigh and chuckled darkly. He circled behind the chair, reaching out and grabbing October's hair and pulling her head back. She screeched in pain as her hair was pulled and her neck being strained. Tanner leaned down to her ear.
"Say goodbye to your precious Captain. This will be the last time he hears your voice."
"What do you want?" October croaked.
"I want your power and where the journal is." He said releasing her hair. October flung her hair forward so it hung in front.
"The journal went up in flames just like the house." She lied.
Another slap hit October's sore cheek. She bit back the scream of pain not wanting to give Tanner what he really wants. She heard Tanner's footsteps pace around the room.
'Come on Tober, you have to find a way out of here. Think girl…think! Wait a minute…'
"How can you move things without using your hands?" she asked raising her head.
"You are smarter than you look. No matter, even if I tell you, you won't be able to master the technique anyway. It takes years of concentration. I merely use my mind." He answered heading for the stairs.
"And what about Loki? Where is he?"
"Still locked away in Asgard. Holograms are a wonderful thing. Now I'll leave you to your thoughts. I won't try anything reckless if I were you." Tanner said, shutting off the lights and climbing up the stairs.
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A few hours passed, or so October thought. She had no luck getting out of her binds, and ended up with burning wrists from the rope. October exhaled in frustration and stared into the darkness of the room. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark room. She could make out a stack of boxes in the far left corner and a few metal pipes in the right corner.
I merely use my mind Tanner's voice repeated in her head. October closed her eyes and relaxed her tense body. She took a few deep calming breaths and cleared her mind.
'You are a hard one to find, Miss Donovan.' A soft voice said invading her mind. October startled at the unknown male voice.
'Who are you?'
'My name is Charles Xavier and I wish to help you.'
'I'm sorry but how are you supposed to help me? I can't exactly move.'
October fidgeted in the chair earning a light chuckle from the man.
'I am a telepath, but I can help you improve your telekinesis.'
'How do I know I can trust you?' she asked cautiously.
'I was contacted by Nick Fury. I have a way of finding others and I offered my services to find you. You're friends are worried, especially a certain Captain.'
'Steve…Alright tell me what I have to do.'
October listened as Charles explained the extent of her powers and what she was capable of. She stored the information in the back of her mind.
'Picture the item you wish to move. Concentration is the key; it will take a few tries to make the object move. Now I want you to try it. Allow your power to course through your being.'
She looked over to the pile of boxes and did as Charles said. She felt a tingling sensation from her hands work its way through her body. October squinted her eyes; the box didn't move. She took a deep breath and tried a few more times.
'Your mind isn't clear. If it's about your friend, Pepper she is safe. Now keep trying. I know you can do this. Breathe'
'Thank you.' October breathed in deeply, slowly letting it out. She closed her eyes while clearing her mind. She opened her eyes with renewed determination and concentrated on the boxes again. Her right eye twitched as she stared at the boxes. October took a few more breathes when one of the boxes moved.
'It worked…It worked!' She cheered.
'Good now try moving it across the room and setting it down. When you can do that I want you to picture the rope on your wrist.'
She did as told and slid the box across the floor. The next thing she did was levitating the box and throws it across the room. She smiled and inwardly cheered. Before she could try moving one of the pipes the lights turned on. October hung her head, blocking out the bright light as footsteps sounded from the stairs.
"I brought you some food. I can't have you dying on me now can I?" Tanner said. October raised her head and remembered she didn't replace the box. She eyed the box and swiftly placed it back with the others. Tanner followed her gaze and stared at the boxes in confusion.
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October watched Tanner leave the room once again when she had finished her food. The lights were shut off enveloping her in darkness again.
'He's finally gone.' She mentally reached out of Xavier.
'Good. Your friends are on their way to your location now. They should be there in a matter of hours. For the time being I want you to practice. But first, can you feel the knot of the rope around your wrists?'
'Yes but I don't know my knots very well…' she said twisting her hands to feel.
'Not to worry. All I want you to do is picture the end of the rope and guide it.'
'That's easier said than done…'
October finally got the rope loosened, after struggling a few times. She quickly undid the rope from her ankles and stood up to stretch. She popped her neck and knuckles as she flipped the light switch.
'You must move quickly.'
'I can't just mosey on up there. That'd be suicide.'
'I will guide you. Behind you.'
October pivoted around and bobbed to the right. The man in front of her thrust another fist in her direction. She blocked the punch with her left arm and threw a fast hook with her right. Her fist connected with the man's cheek sending him stumbling back. She then thrust her leg out in a roundhouse kick sending the man to the floor.
'Your friends are five minutes away. Are you ready to leave?' Charles's voice sounded in her head.
'Yes, but I have one last thing to deal with first.' She answered climbing the stairs. The hunt for the journal began and she knew just where to look.
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Sorry this is so short. I'm trying to build it up. I'll begin working on the next one tomorrow morning since I have a few more stories to update. :D Don't worry October's telekinesis isn't as powerful as Jean Grey's.