CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED…..part one
5/29/2014
AN: Oh my gosh….the one-hundredth chapter…..Oh my gosh. Wow.
I hope you guys aren't getting bored.
7/17/2014
Also, in chapter 98, Bruce/Hulk says 'What about Fury? I bet he has the gizmos to find Sabretooth?' then Hank/Beast says he'll go find a phone. Because of these simple sentences, I had to do some creative scrambling (at 1:00 in the morning no less) to come up with an excuse why the Avengers don't call Fury on their com-links. I hope it's plausible.
Also, for some reason this chapter has been SO BLOODY HARD to crank out. It's been on my laptop and in my composition notebook for WEEKS AND WEEKS and I'm STILL WORKING ON IT.
7/18/2014
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED BUT SINCE YOU GUYS ARE CHOMPING AT THE BIT, HERE YA GO; PART ONE!
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NICK FURYS INFINITY LAB
NICK FURY/ STEVE ASWELL
Nick Fury received the call just as he and Steve Aswell were watching the public transit bus and trying to figure out just what WAS going on.
"Incoming call from Dr. Hank McCoy, Director Fury, sir."
Fury touched his ear-piece, eyes still glued to the screen. "Patch him through."
The calm voice of the blue feral sounded a second later and only someone who REALLY knew the 'Beast' could hear his worry.
"Mr. Fury, I am sorry to call, but I believe I have something of a situation here."
"You and me both." Was the super spys response.
There was a brief moment of silence before Hank pressed on. "I must inform you that I have a team of injured Avengers terrified that Mr. Drake is in danger from Mr. Creed."
"And you must know that's true." Fury said dryly as he watched the bus take a dangerous sharp turn, almost tipping over.
"They wish to know the whereabouts of Mr. Creed."
Fury made a split second decision. "Well then, tell them to suit up."
There was a baffled silence. "I beg your pardon?"
"Mr. Creed is heading North-bound on I-22 in a public transport bus I want him intercepted."
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XAVIERS SCHOOL FOR GIFTED CHILDREN
BEAST / HANK McCOY
The graduate from Xaviers school with a doctorate in genetics clenched the phone so hard he hard the plastic creak under the pressure. Without conscious thought, a low growl began to reverberate through his entire body.
Nick Fury wanted him to betray his alpha!
Hank shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he began the mantra that he used whenever he felt his feral side was growing too strong; `I am a human being of intellect, not an animal that reacts solely on its desires. I am a human being of intellect, not an animal that reacts solely on its desires.` Still, his feral nature, one that had seemed to rise to the fore with the coming of Creed, still surged.
It wasn't that he agreed with the Sabretooths killing ways of blood and mayham, but the man had done more for this school in a few days than Xavier had done in a few years.
"So Baldy wants you to hunt the fleabag. Sounds fun."
The scent of night-blooming jasmine had warned him of her arrival, though she moved as quietly as a feral mutant on the hunt.
Hank arched a blue-furred eyebrow at the Native American. "It's not what I believe one would normally constitute as 'fun'." Beast commented, though, privately, he thought a certain spiky haired feral to consider such a thing fun.
Bunny shrugged, fingering one of her throwing knives with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Besides which, you will NOT be going." Hank said firmly as he gently pushed past the young woman to leave the room, mildly surprised when she did not flinch from his blue-furred form as most normal, non-mutant humans would.
Quickly, Hank headed towards the danger room instead of the med-bay. He had to tell Logan about Furys orders before the Avengers got them and see what steps the second-in-command feral would want to take.
…..Then he was going back to Storm…..he had been too long. He barely paid attention to the fact that the armed Bunny was following him.
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THE MED-LAB
STORM/THE AVENGERS
Getting the genius billionaire on camera in his drugged state was very amusing for everyone (save Captain America who refused to be distracted as he lay tensely on the hospital bed, anxious over the actions Sabretooth could make and the safety of the seventeen year old Bobby Drake.)
"This will make excellent blackmail material." The Black Widow said calmly and professionally, but there was a hint of laughter in her green eyes.
"Yeah and we can show it to his kids if he and Pepper ever had any." Clint smiled.
`Kids…..`
At the mention of children, Ororo absently let the camera view-finder dip just a little from where she was filming Tony as he attempted to very clumsily do the hand motions to 'The Itsy-Bitsy Spider'.
`Children…..` with all that had been going on, she had barely had time to wrap her mind around the fact that she was pregnant. `Well, maybe pregnant…..` After all, Logan and Hank could be wrong…..couldn't they? But then again, the strength and intensity of a ferals senses were well known and documented. After all, hadn't Hank told her about how Sabretooth-no, Victor-had sensed that young Mallory was on her period? Smelled it? If so, it stood to reason that they could smell a pregnancy; the chemical and hormonal changes that happened inside a pregnant womans body.
`I'll have to get a pregnancy test…..` she thought. Doubtless there were some here in the med-lab somewhere, but she didn't relish the idea of the whole team of Avengers seeing her getting one…..even though Tony wouldn't remember it and Steve probably wouldn't even know what it was.
Well, there was convenience store just a few blocks away from the school, surely Hank wouldn't mind if she left for a quick trip. It would be twenty (20) minutes at most.
Then she remembered something Logan had said;
-flashback-
`…..that's why Vic wants you up in the observation room with the others. Ta keep ya safe while Beast and I find out where the ice-pri…ahem…..I mean Bobby, went.`
-end flashback-
Still, it was just a quick trip.
"-ro. Ororo!" Natashas voice suddenly cut through her thoughtful haze.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Clint gently took the camera from her. "You were filming the bed-covers." He said dryly with a hint of humor.
Ororo gave the Avengers a bashful grin. "Sorry, my mind was on other things. I was thinking, I'm going to take a quick trip to the convenience store. Could you guys tell Hank when he gets back?"
Natasha and Clint exchanged a veiled look.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" the Black Widow finally asked. "With everything going on, I don't think Hank would be too happy if you left alone."
"It's not like I'm going to Tahati." Storm said drily, rising to her feet.
"I think you're forgetting the feral mindset." Natasha put in sternly.
"It's not a good idea, Ororo." Bruce Banner said gently from the other side of Natashas bed. "If you need something, Hawkeye could get it for you."
Clint shot the mild-mannered scientist a suspicious look. "Or Bruce could, since he's the one not injured."
"Or I could do it." Ororo said firmly, standing. "Just let Hank know when he gets back." And with that, Ororo regally left the room, her bearing every inch that of a queen.
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THE OBSERVATION AREA ABOVE THE DANGER ROOM:
Things were already tense in the observation room when Hank entered and you didn't have to be a feral to sense it.
"Bun!" Cassie whispered gratefully, reaching out for her soul-sisters hand.
"Heah Cat." The Native American replied, looking curious as Cassie pulled her over.
"We've got a problem." Hank cut through, going straight across the room to Logan.
The Wolverine rolled his eyes and let out a low growl of frustration. "What now?"
"Fury called," Hank said bluntly, ignoring the two whispering sisters behind him. "He wants the Avengers to attack and stop the Alpha."
Logan arched an eyebrow at the blue-furred scientists title for his older brother (even though it was true) but decided not to comment on that at least.
Instead, the Canadian snorted. "Vic put the whole lot of'em through the wringer, they're not goin' anywhere. "Fu-ahem-I mean darn, the tin-can isn't even coherent and one-eye wants'em to take on my brother!?"
"That's why I came to you." Hank put in smoothly. "How do you want to go about this, Logan?"
The Wolverine stared off into space thoughtfully for a few moments, wishing for a cigar to chew on. Too bad Wheels had forbidden them (and both his Marie and his brother/alpha would probably rip out his tongue if he smoked around the 'cubs'. He had no desire to find out what it felt like to regrow his tongue.) "How long will it take Fury to figure out you didn't go straight to the Avengers with these orders?"
"When he doesn't get a response? Minutes, probably." Hank answered.
"Then how will he contact the Avengers?"
"Through a com-link. Most likely Steve or Natasha."
"These com-links are in their suits, right?"
"Yes."
"Will they have survived the battle?"
"With the exception of Tonys, I believe so. They were built to hold up under attacks of all kinds."
"Do you know how to deactivate these com-links without the Avengers noticing? Waitaminute…..if they have these 'links' why haven't the Avengers called Fury for orders already?"
Hank shifted a little on his feet. "I believe only Fury can initiate the call through the com-links as a security measure. Once he does the first call, the Avengers can respond, but only then. And, yes, I think I know of someone who can shut down the com-links." Hank looked pointedly at the young boy sleeping in Logans arms and the Wolverine automatically drew the boy closer to him.
"What—Jonesy!?"
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VOCABULARY:
PLAUSIBLE: having an appearance of truth or reason; seemingly worthy of approval or acceptance; credible; believable:
CITATIONS:
"plausible." Unabridged. Random House, Inc. 18 Jul. 2014. browse/plausible.
Beast (Henry McCoy). Marvel Universe Wiki. N.p. Web. 29 May 2014 , /universe/Beast (Henry McCoy)