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Scott trailed after his wife into the kitchen, a smile curling on his lips every time he thought of her as his wife. He saw his brother sitting at the table with Jax, and Kitty was there too. They were clearly discussing the new additions to the theatre, the future kids. It made his head spin a little. But then again time travel did that with ones head.

First Kitty and Thor’s son showed up, now this other girl, who was apparently Carol and Bucky’s daughter. So his wife had told him.

And now she was confirming to the others that the two knew each other. That the girl was even in love with Kitty’s son. Frowning slight, he wasn’t sure how that piece of information would help them figure out why these two had come back from the future.

But, he was here as an observer for now, and he was hungry. So he made his way over to the fridge and got a box with left over pizza out of there. Taking out a slice he listened to his brother while he took a bite. It was all a bit coincidental that they showed up right at a few crucial points in time. He had to give his brother that, but he couldn’t see anything wrong with it either.

Taking another bite from his pizza, he leaned on the counter as he looked at the group of people still discussing those kids.

Okay so the girl wasn’t the boy’s girlfriend, but she did know him, and she was Carol’s daughter. And they both had just shown up.

After finishing his slice, he pondered if he should get another one, but instead he took in a deep breath. Walking around the counter he leaned against it and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“So, why aren’t we asking those kids why they came here?” Scott threw in. “Instead of trying to piece this together on our own, we should just ask them.” He shrugged his shoulders because what could go wrong? They couldn’t lie, they had enough telepaths around to sift through the lies.

“Are they an immediate danger to us right now?” He doubted that, but he didn’t like a witch hunt if there wasn’t any cause for it.
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Some people were easy to read, others were more difficult. At times it depended on who and what they were. Mutation could allow for resistance, like Victor or Gabriel, others worked to develop their minds over the course of their lives to withstand, just like the man standing ten feet in front of her. The other beyond him, the one that apparently garnered so much interest while culling for so much hatred, was somewhat caught between. The very middle of the road. At least he had been the moment she had first been able to perceive him falling in through one of Benji’s portals into the theater. Before they had forced him into a cell and stripped him of every possible defense he may have possessed.

How very like the way he had spent his last several years.

His thoughts spun, shifted seemingly in perpetual motion attempting to assess his surroundings, gauge them against what he had previously been accommodated with, and was grappling with whether or not they were better. And whether or not he could scale them and remove himself.

“He won’t remain here.” She finally said, her sights still fixated on him, seated on the floor of the ‘cell’ he had been gifted. When she tried to slide through the memories she could muster that brought the thought forward, they were splintered, something dreamlike that tried to flutter out of reach. “I’m not sure about the other.” She added. “But I’m sure it was this one that I saw.”

Her feet took her further forward until she was standing next to her husband, her eyes lingered on the image of Jamie as she tried to push through the memories that had led him to the state that he had been found in.

“They all start as a thought, some basic consideration.” She tilted her head slightly. “But they’re all a part of him.”

Beth shook her head, drawing back. Jamie’s head did not need to be picked at further for the moment, but she had no real desire to delve into his duplicate’s. She did wonder how independent the other had become, and how he had gotten to the point of becoming almost a wholly other person. She wondered after the root of his existence and what had prompted him the direction he had seemingly opted for.

When she brushed up against the other mind, a flare of insecurity slithered across her perception, and the cold it seemed to buffer up against her own thoughts was reminiscent of the lacking emotion she felt when she coupled her abilities too long, too tightly.

She could see Jamie leaving, being drawn back out of reach, even as he sat clear as day exactly where she could still see him.
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First, there was the “new” Leif, kid of Thor and the Cat, now the theater was blessed by not one, but four more people. Fantastic. There was already the likes of Rogue apparently tucked away in the basement and no one wanted to let her out. She occasionally noted Wanda disappearing down the steps that led down there, and now they had two different people in cells. They were goddamn identical, but apparently only one of them was real. Toss in Carol and Barnes. Oh, then there was the girl.

She lifted her chin up enough to settle on Emma. She’s in love with him. Perfect, so mystery brunette was also from wherever it was that New Leif was from. Time travel. She shook her head. The Services wanted the likes of Emma and Beth back in their claws simply for the mutation they were afforded at birth, they would love to sink their teeth into the Summers twins, likely they would be tickled pink to have the smaller boy to boot. Now the potential for time travel was a real thing. Sure, there was the mutant here and there that created time lapses, fields, bubbles, and time portals, but the Services had yet to fully harness travelling through the time stream.

Valeria flipped open the pizza box and plucked up a slice without dropping her field and then turned form the kitchen, headed out into the hall and towards the lab that apparently doubled as an infirmary. That was good planning, she gave them credit for that.

She hiked herself up onto one of the counters near enough to her brother who still stood beside Barnes. She glanced briefly at Barton and the girl beside him, noting familiarity in her features.

“The other girl is from the future as well.” She said as she took a bite of her pizza, letting the field slide away from her skin. The thought to tiptoe about in the buff had presented itself as it often did, it was so much easier to maintain her fields the lass she had to manipulate. “Did you get that, all-seeing-one?” It was useless to wonder after the thought the universe had in giving him the super warping and altering abilities. It had apparently thought the Richards family souped up enough that it gave her her brother’s abilities seemingly in some weird reversal. He affected the world, she used the world to affect herself and anyone within reach.

She did wonder what kind of kids he would have. If the Summers brood were any indication of what the newest generation would be, the world was potentially in for quite the host of tiny mutants whenever the next batch decided to arrive.

Tiny spiders. Wanda had giggled into her palm randomly a week ago when she had wondered about the matter then. If only they could chase the madness from that woman’s head and make her divulge everything she was privy to in clear context that made sense. If the woman could level half a city, oh the things they could use her for.

“Beth is overlooking the doubles.” She added, having noted the purple woman in passing, she was hard to miss.
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It was strange. Joy had hesitated at the fact of leaving her time, her world. It had truly been a leap into the unknown. Maybe having Leif here made it easier. She had enough familiarity after all. But still. What if this was a Hail Mary? What if this was doomed to fail? Why even try this when it would not affect her own life after all?

Maybe because she needed to know that there was another option, another chance. No matter how bad the hand one had been dealt, they could still succeed. Maybe it was her own Hail Mary – one to make her believe that her mom and dad would be alright after all. One to make her believe that there was a different life in the cards for her.

She looked up at Leif. The dark, short locks, the thick growth of beard. Those gentle eyes. Their gaze fully focussed on her.

Yeah, she wanted a different life for herself. And she wanted him in it. Maybe following him had played into her reasoning to go onto this trip after all. Joy found herself holding her breath when Leif cupped her cheek with the palm of his hand. The notion so normal between them, and yet it felt so special to her. She wondered what his lips on hers would feel like right now.

His words made her blink. What? She liked the idea. But at the same time it frightened her. Not wanting to go back when it was inevitable was a whole different thing from not being able to go back at all. Joy thought back to her own mother, her father. Their versions of them. Would they be okay without her? Would they not need her?

Joy swallowed, trying to digest Leif’s words. She kept telling herself that she had him. They had each other. Everything else was open, undecided. Going back meant going back exactly to where they had left off. They would not miss time. They might just return a little older …

Leif pushed at tears on her cheeks and Joy just nodded. For now, they were suspended in time. Almost literally. It made her feel closer to the man holding her than ever, and for the umpteenth time in the past few months she wondered whether he felt this connection between them as well. A shadow passed her his eyes, and Joy narrowed hers for a moment. He knew that expression. And she could read it like the back of her hand. “Yeah … good thing you didn’t just leave with no way of coming back without me…”

She shot him a glance. Eventually, they would have that conversation. Eventually, he would have hell to pay for it. But for now, she stuffed that sensation back into a box. There was no point in dwelling over spilt milk. He had left. And then she had followed him. Now they were here. Together. No more mattered in her book.

Then he switched topics, bringing her back to her own tears. Joy’s mind instantly brought back that image. She swallowed, felt the lump in her throat swell again, and tears flowed once more. “Oh god, Leif… it was terrible.” She drew in air and her breath hitched several times. Not very graceful or lady-like a small voice in her mind chided her, but Joy could do nothing about it now.

“That man’s a sick son of a bitch …” Her eyes darted up to Leif, and she pressed her lips into a thin line for only a moment. “I think he raped her. I think that’s what he did …” Her words was a whisper thick with terror and shock. “He’s had her for two days …”, she carried on, a sob tearing into her words as the tears came thicker and faster now and the despair she felt threatened to take over. Joy just stared at Leif for a moment as if that alone should tell him what she was getting at. When his reaction didn’t come fast enough, she continued.

“He had my mom for over two weeks …” before dad got to her.

Joy clamped her hand over her mouth as heartbreak and pain tore into her and she moaned. She closed her eyes and pushed her forehead against his shoulders. She turned further into him, wanting to hid away from what she had witnessed in this world, and what that told her about her own.
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She only had one sock on when she half hopped, half hobbled out of the room and into the hallway. Her weight tipped her towards the opposing wall and an arm slung briefly about her waist to hoist her up.

“Not sure if you’re hurrying towards or away from something.” Paige’s familiar voice. The blonde woman turned them both slightly until she could lean up against the wall, then Paige released her when she was apparently sure she wasn’t going to topple over onto her face. “But I’m not really sure what you would be in a rush to get to, except maybe the kitchen and the pizza I’m sure someone has plucked out of the fridge.” She pursed her lips. “Seriously need to order in something else once in a great while.”

Elise pulled an ankle boot onto the already socked foot, then worked on the other as she looked up at the other woman. “Pizza is comprised of all appropriate food groups.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “You’ve been with Gabriel far too long.” She folded her arms. “You need a vacation. And lucky you, you have super awesome human genetics that let you go anywhere so get to it.”

A vacation sounded divine, in some manner. It didn’t even need to be anywhere fancy, just away for once. It could be down the street for all she cared. She was human, sure, but Jax wasn’t. And he was still somewhat re-earning his place where they were. It would benefit no one for them to disappear. The once corrupted running off with the human girl.

“Ah don’t need ta’be psychic,” Paige caught herself and cleared her throat, “to know what you’re thinking.”

Elise snorted a short laugh. “You did it again.”

Then Paige waved her hand dismissively and turned on her heel. Footsteps echoed away from her, giving some indication to the direction she was headed. The kitchen was a focal meeting point, but it seemed to be a natural draw for anyone Summers. And since Paige and Alex… she smiled at the thought as she slipped her other bootie on. Then she shook herself as she stood back up. There was meaning for her barreling out of the room. Meaning being a person.

She hadn’t believed it initially when Jaxon had called it to her while she showered. Benji, Sam and Gabe had returned, the girls close behind, their quarry managed. But they had been heavy extra people, and one name stuck out that actually meant something to her.

Rounding the corner and into the longer hallway, she made her way out and through the main foyer, turned down the half flight stairwell that fed directly to the lab. She afforded Benji and Valeria half a moment of her time before looking over the man they lingered nearer to. Not the one she wanted. Turning towards the next table, she was brought up short by picture of Kate in a chair.

It made sense. It did. But it was still strange.

Beside her, restrained against the flat table, lay the unconscious form of a man she had once seemingly known well. There was the slightest measure of hesitance as she closed the gap of space between them and she tried to make sense of the time that had gently altered his features. Lying flat on his back as he was, even with the slim pillow beneath his head, the full weight of the years were kept slightly from completely being set in a face she easily saw the past reflected in.

Her left hand moved forward first, because that was what he had always told her. Your dominant side was always your strength. Her fingertips ghosted ever so carefully against his knuckles, then into the shallow valleys between them.

How many hours, and how many days had he spent drilling every ounce of focus he could muster into her? How many times had he knocked his palm against her elbow when it threatened to lax with a bowstring drawn back? He had taught her to hold an arrow at the ready between two fingers and a thumb while also bearing two further arrows in the same hand’s remaining digits. Turn your hand into a quiver. It saves you time. He had been trying to teach her how to shoot during a fight when all she had ever shot at with him were targets and dummies.

A pang of guilt swept unbidden through her chest when she realized she could count for hours how many exchanges they had had, how often she had gotten o see him,

Her fingers left the back of his hand and moved towards the thick metal band about his wrist. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked without lifting her focus away.
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Every other person would have startled or jumped through the roof when his sister would do her surprise appearance act, but not him. No, even though he couldn’t read her mind, he was still aware of her. He could always tell when she was near, even if she was invisible. It was like a shimmer, a refraction of light that told him where she was when she played invisible girl.

“Yeah, I know.” He sort of had probed the girl’s mind when she had shown up in front of him, Sam and Gabe. Just a surface glance, but it had given him enough information that she meant no harm to them. And he had seen the familial ties to Carol and Bucky. It told him that she was their kid, and unless Carol had gone back in time herself to seduce the man currently lying unconscious on the bed in front of him…

“Where’s my pizza?” He asked his sister, frowning slightly as he met resistance and dug deeper into Bucky’s mind. They really had done a number on him. Fuckers.

All that previous hard work on the man’s mind, almost ruined. He had held on, Benji could tell. He hadn’t given in, and it made him wonder how much agony the other man had gone through to accomplish that.

Benji ignored her snipe about him being the all-seeing-one. He wasn’t the only telepath in here, and with what he was sensing from Lexie Summers, he wouldn’t be the only precog either. Which was kind of unsettling that an almost five-year-old would have such powers. Then again, he hadn’t been much older when he had started to get his dreams.

Glancing upwards, Kate hadn’t said much at all. She had been silently sitting with Barton, her brows furrowed as she looked at the man that was her father. It had been a surprise, then again, SentS managed to randomly throw out people they thought dead.

Val pulled him back to her and he quickly glanced at her, shrugging when she commented about Beth overlooking the doubles. “I wouldn’t want that piece of shit unattended in this place either.” He told her, but at the same time he wondered what they were supposed to do with Jamie Madrox. The man hadn’t shown any resistance, had resigned himself even to getting locked up again.

“I’m more worried about Carol.” She had shut him out, and he respected her privacy too much to just barge in and see what was going on in her mind. He already knew, the trigger he had implanted before they had left the theatre had come in useful. It had helped him to shut down her mind remotely when he had sensed her destress. Gritting down his teeth, his lips thinned, and he pushed those memories away. They weren’t his but they still pissed him off. In such a way that he had a hard time to not just portal Steven Lang to the coldest spot on earth, and let him freeze to death.

“Could you maybe keep an eye on her? While I try to fix her boyfriend?” He glanced at his sister hoping that she could see the urgency in his request. Any other time he would have thrown in an insulting nickname, but… he had this feeling that the shit hitting the fan was far from over.
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Okay he totally deserved that and he grimaced a little, knowing perfectly well that she was going to give him hell over that little titbit at a later point in time. Because he knew her, knew that she wouldn’t just let this slide. That she had picked up on him leaving, without looking back. It had been the hardest thing he had ever done.

And now she was here. With him, and he felt less horrible for leaving her behind. But he would let her rage over it, let her get it off her chest that he had been asshole for leaving without her.

And his next question made the tears come back, and he instantly regretted asking her why she had been crying. He had been truthful about that, he really didn’t like it when she was crying. He felt helpless, wanting to make things better for her. Make them pay, whoever had done this to begin with.

But in this case, he knew, he had known why Joy would want to come back to this point in time. It was why he had aimed for Gabriel Summers, when he had gone back in time. To warn him what was going on with Carol and Bucky. It had been his way to make things better for Joy, for her parents. Hoping that they wouldn’t split up, because Carol’s time with Steven had been shortened.

Leif dabbed at her tears, his gaze warm as she told him that it had been terrible. That the man who had held her mother was a sick son of a bitch. He agreed. Wholeheartedly. After all, that man had kept Leif’s father for almost ten years. And he was still trying to figure out what had been done to him in captivity. But nobody knew, only his mother had known and she hadn’t been there to tell Leif. To help Thor get through it.

Joy told her what she thought Lang had done to her mother, and that he had access to her for two days. Leif swallowed, not really wanting to think about all the things that sick bastard could have done to Carol Danvers.

He pressed closer to Joy, wanting to hold her and make the horrors go away. But she had seen them, found her mother after Lang had his way with her… Anger surged. No, girl should have ever seen her mother like that. And he hated him even more for it. For putting his Joy through that.

She continued, telling him that in their timeline her mother had been kept for two weeks, and he shared her anguish. Her pain.

Leif wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him, and letting her work through the emotions. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He told her softly, “Is she… is your mom… how is she?” Because asking if she was okay would be a stupid thing to ask. Nobody would be okay after enduring that. Nobody.

“It was your dad who found her the first time, wasn’t it?” He hadn’t know the details, just knew that something had happened before Joy had been born. He had been too busy with his own messed up life at the time. But it all made sense now, if it had been Bucky who had found Carol, it would explain how they had drifted apart over time. Because if Carol had looked horrible after just two days, what would two weeks have done to her?
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Ever since they had gotten back, after they had strapped down Clint, she had put herself in a chair next to him and looked at him like he was the strangest thing she had ever seen in her life. There he was, her father. She had given him a very thorough once over, trying to detect things that looked familiar.

He was under, a sedative combined with Benji’s influence, how he was coping with that and rummaging around in Bucky’s head was beyond her. He was truly indeed a Powerhouse.

Kate had asked what was going on with Clint, why he had looked like he had wanted to kill them… and nearly succeeded in the process. If Jenna hadn’t knocked him out, he would have kept shooting at Kate. She was fast, but he was a master marksman and his skills had been beyond hers before she had received the serum.

She barely noticed her surroundings, her eyes only on her father and Benji had explained to her that he needed to stay under until he could sift through the man’s mind and help him. Apparently, whatever had been done to Clint wasn’t as easily undone as Bucky’s brainwashing. Or attempt to brainwashing.

Her fingers trailed over the back of her father’s hand, it was weird, after so long, to see him this close… and she wasn’t even able to talk to him. Not yet.

She needed to have patience, something she was severely lacking. Or so Sam had told her on numerous times.

Kate wondered where he had headed off to, she kinda wanted him back with her in this room.

Movement towards her and Clint made her glance up, Elise was making her way towards them. She noticed the hesitance but didn’t comment on it, there was a look of familiarity on her features that made Kate wonder if she knew Clint. And if so, why she had never mentioned it.

Did it really matter? No. Kate was done with living in the past.

So when Elise asked what was wrong with Clint, Kate took in a deep breath. “He tried to kill me.” She told her friend. Her hand went up to her shoulder, there was a tear in her shirt where the arrow had gone through but the wound was already gone. Healed up in matter of seconds after she had pulled it out. If she hadn’t ducked away in the last second that arrow would have gone through her heart.

“He’s brainwashed, Lis. He has to stay under until Benji can fix him.” If he could be fixed, because that was the question. She hadn’t missed the look that had crossed the other man’s features when he had swept through Clint’s mind.

“Did you know he was alive?” She asked softly, her gaze darting up towards the woman she had once given her heart to.
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Some part of her had let herself believe that perhaps, like Tony, the services had forced his hand and turned him out of his existence. That perhaps he had ceased to exist in the world, and it had been a consideration she had only allowed her mind to entertain for brief bouts of time. It would have made sense, though. They had been the heroes then, the safety net for the world, even when Tony had stood for the registration the government had tried to implement. Eliminate every threat that had stood to pose challenge. It had always been something, though, to figure that the only one of them to have actually been put down was one of the few that was simply human. It made knots in form and twist painfully behind her ribs.

When Kate finally spoke, her focus tipped and she drew her eyes away from Clint’s prone form and let it hover somewhere halfway between him and Kate.

”You’re really good at this.” She had commented as his hand lifted her elbow just a split measure higher.
“I had a daughter once.” She could still hear the soft timbre of his voice as if he had just spoken those very words.


Then Kate went on to explain further, and she gave the slightest nods of her head to concede her agreement with the apparent assessment. Brainwashed meant Lang had done worse than simply put a bullet in Clint’s head. He had stripped him of who he was and molded him into something entirely other. She wondered if he had robbed him of the use of a bow and replaced it with something like a gun, something he would have hated. Too loud, he had once claimed.

When the other woman posed her question, Elise couldn’t help but swallow and she made herself look back at the man held down. It was strange to think of him as Kate claimed when he seemed so at ease, so relaxed. How many times she had happened on him in a similar position, only to have Tony inform her that the marksman was in fact not sleeping.

“I knew he was alive until about five years ago.” She finally said. When Tony had forced her out of Theta III, she had been effectively cut off from everything her previous life had had an attachment to. That had been the plan, she had realized. Tony had tried to destroy everything about her, given her a new history, a new name, and then sent her far enough away that no one would find her.

And she had inevitably ended up right back in New York.

But she had found Paige and had actually helped do something. She had met Jaxon by coming back. And then Kate had come ‘round.

“After that…” She had tried to play the part she had been given. Only for it all to fall apart. “What did he attack you with?”
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She looked at Elise, not sure what she would do if she would tell Kate that she had indeed known that her father had been alive all this time. If she would answer in the affirmative, would she also have known where Clint had been?

Kate had to stop thinking like that, people weren’t out to get her. Especially not Elise.

So when she told Kate that she hadn’t known him to be alive up until five years ago, she still let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I lost trace of him around that time.” Nodding she looked back at her father.

Her father. Damn.

It was weird looking at the man who had abandoned her at birth, and not feel any anger. It was mostly wonder, and concern. The little girl inside of her still hoping for a very good reason why they never came back for her. And there it was, that sting. She was still hurting over it, even though she had told herself over and over again that she was over it. Clearly not.

Kate looked back at Elise when she asked with what he had used to attack her. Her right hand moved to her left shoulder again, fingering the hole in the fabric of her shirt and grimacing.

“He was shooting with arrows.” Kate told her, his gear had been strapped and she had taken it for safe keeping. “He was carrying a sword as well.” And a very fine one too, she thought. Maybe she was a bit jealous. Then a small smile curled on her lips as she looked at her friend. “At least this time it wasn’t you who got shot.”
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