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The Kitchen [Theatre] [Post #1]
THE KITCHEN
THE THEATRE, NEW YORK CITY

The theatre wouldn't function without a proper kitchen, this kitchen however has become a central hub for people to hang out, have a drink and something to eat.

It's one of those larger industrial kitchens, that has been made more homely to make everyone feel at home. On one side there's a large space to cook, bake and prep food, while on the other side there's a large table that can at least host up to twenty people. When the crowd becomes too big, the party is taken into the foyer.

It has a door to a very large pantry, that leads to a somewhat smaller storage room, which leads to a back entrance of the theatre.

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The moment he had smelled warm sugar he had froze, and a foam football had hit him in the face. The resulting pair of giggles from the two small boys had barely been enough to draw his focus and his stomach back into the moment.

“My mom’s making cookies.” Tony had told Ben simply. “Snickerdoodles, I’m pretty sure.”

He wasn’t even sure he would have picked up on the just by scenting the sweet baking aroma that had just barely tickled his sense of smell. He narrowed his eyes slightly in his son’s direction, but the boy had little time or patient for the pause in play, moving on quickly to occupy his and his cousin’s attention with the track rug and the vehicles already out. Tiny siren noises and apparently a chase was underway.

The boys didn’t notice or didn’t care when he backed out of the room and left them to all the make believe that they could conjure. He knew that they were aware of the world that existed outside the walls that they lived in, he knew that they comprehended exactly what people felt in regard to them, he knew they possessed varying measures of caution. But to listen to them pretend, to the intermittent bouts of laughter, even he could momentarily forget.

When he turned his focus, he realized he could follow the generous scent, the emotional tether Caitlin had to him, or the obvious direction to the kitchen to find out if his son did in fact know what exactly Cait was making.

It was the mental link, the odd hub or hive that existed between the three, likely to exist between the four at some point. Only to potentially grow further the more smaller minds that were added. It seemed so entirely natural for the three to function with it in place that he often wondered if there was any effort in maintaining the connections. Or if they just clicked into place because of their shared blood. So then he was off to wondering if any non-directly related children would fit into the mold.

He wondered about the girl that Benji and Beth had returned with, still tucked away at times.

Rounding into the kitchen, he was not surprised to find Cait looming about the oven, and he moved directly to one of the cupboards and popped it open. He surveyed the mismatched collection of plates and pulled one of the clear glass ones out. He sidestepped towards her and set the plate down on the counter, looked at it, then looked at her, looked at the oven, and then looked back at the plate. “How much longer do I have to stand here and wait?”
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Looking at the timer she saw that there were still six minutes left of baking time. Staring at the two other baking plates filled with balls of cinnamon sugared dough ready for the oven, a smile curled on her lips. Cait had decided on baking cookies for the whole theatre, and her daughter was supposed to help but the girl had made herself a fort underneath the large kitchen table and was playing with her dolls. For once, not wanting to spend time with her brother and cousin.

Apparently to her, throwing a ball at daddy’s face wasn’t as entertaining as miss Lollipop coming to Unicorn’s rescue. Listening to the soft mutterings of her daughter, she let her eyes fall on the sheets of different recipes she had gotten from Eva.

Snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, white chocolate chip with macadamia nuts, cranberry oatmeal … And then there were a bunch of cake recipes she had offered as well, but Cait had declined. Cookies were enough for now. Although her husband would disagree with her on that.

That pulled forth another smile, making her hand drop to her belly and slowly caressing it as she looked at the timer again. Another two minutes. After this she would start on the chocolate chip ones, and work her way through the recipes. Cait knew that she was doing this to keep herself busy, or she would go stir crazy. And this was also keeping her mind from tapping into all the people in the theatre.

“Daddy’s coming.” Lexie piped up from underneath the table. “He wants the cookies.” She told her mother with a giggle. Cait just laughed softly and checked the timer again, one more minute. She knew that Gabe was incoming, could feel him closing in on their distance.

Her heart fluttered when he rounded the corner, watched him go to one of the cupboards and pull out a clear glass plate. He made his way towards her with it, put it on the counter across from the oven and then proceeded to first look at her, the oven and back to the plate. And when he asked how much longer he had to stand there and wait, the timer started beeping.

“Not long, apparently.” She snorted, opening up the oven and taking out the baking plate full with freshly baked snickerdoodles. “Move.” She bumped her hip against his, to get him to move aside as she put the plate behind the glass one. It came in handy that she was impervious to heat, and didn’t burn her hands on the baking tray. However, she did use a spatula to scoop the cookies from it and onto the glass plate. “Let them cool down a little.” She swatted at his hands as he reached for one, even though he wouldn’t burn himself, he could at least wait a minute or two.

She turned and put in a new tray in the oven and put the timer on twelve minutes. When she looked back again, both husband and daughter were nibbling on a cookie. Shaking her head she laughed, and then felt a flutter in her stomach. “I think this one, wants a cookie too.” She murmured, putting her hand on her belly.
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The timer beeped the moment the words were out of his mouth. He was pretty sure that his hunger and love for food were some sort of secondary mutation as he always seemed to arrive anywhere right when food was ready. He was just not sure how to actually discern whether or not it was a legitimate mutation, or just a perpetually hungry and in tune stomach.

He watched Cait draw out the tray and set it down. Sure, the first time he had seen her lift a tray out of the oven or reach for a hot cast iron pan, there had been some concern, until his brain supplied the fact that one of her mutations had to do with fire, duh, something really hot. Thus, she was apparently impervious to the heat put off by kitchenware.

She hip-checked him over and he looked down at the point of contact, then lifted his eyes up to scan her over. Move, pfft. Sure. She thought she was so tough, her tiny little self. Between him and food. Okay. He would let her think she was in control of the situation. He reached for a cookie and his brows pinched the moment she swatted his hand away. He slapped her on the butt then for her mothering.

Caitlin set up another tray at the blanket half skewed across the table fluttered, offering another redhead for him to give his attention. When Cait turned and pushed the tray into the oven, he quickly snatched a pair of cookies form the plate and immediately handed one to the tiny-Cait who quickly shoved half the item into her mouth. Lexie muffled a snort of laughter and he winked down at her.

Twelve minutes, fine, they could possibly be tied over on the current set for another twelve minutes.

Cait’s hand moved to her belly when once she had settled the baking and leaned against the counter. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to bait him with the action since he had some weird quirk about brushing his fingers across the little bump whenever she tucked herself against him in bed. Which usually led elsewhere. His gaze snapped to the tiny woman beside him who was munching away on her cookie and he immediately shoved the thoughts out of his head and away from whatever measure of them she could pluck out of his mind.

He reached towards the plate and drew it across the counter towards himself and Lexie and frowned at the bump. “Well, it’s about time she learned about the wonder that is patience.” One eye squinted. “It’s not as though she’s going to starve anytime soon.” He looked at the cookies on the plate and picked one up, then slid it across the counter towards her. “There. Feed Steve.” He could share.
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Cait could tell where his thoughts were going, when she touched her belly and had to keep her own reaction down. It might have been just for a moment, but she knew. Knew what he was feeling and she also knew that once they would return to their own quarters she would let him play out that scenario he was now pushing away for the sake of their daughter.

She started snorting when Gabe told the bump that it was about time she learned about the wonder that was patience. Yeah, good luck with that. It wasn’t that their little nugget was privy to what patience actually meant, whenever her mother acted on anything her body craved. Like now, she had been eyeing those cookies ever since they had flattened out in the oven.

But she would not give her husband the satisfaction of being right, that she was just as bad as him when it came to food.

“No, she isn’t. She’ll be tucked nice and cosy in here for the remaining four months.” Cait told him, watching him slide a cookie towards her and picked it up. He kept on calling her Steve. And part of her just wanted to give in and name the kid Steve, but her gut kept telling that it should be Gabriella. Gabby.

She took a bite from the cookie and sighed. These were good, making her glad that she had found Eva’s recipe book.

“Mommy, I think Gabby-Steve is coming sooner.” Lexie looked at her mother’s tummy and Cait frowned at her daughter.
“What makes you think that, sweetie?” Cait asked her, but Lexie just shrugged and put the rest of her cookie in her mouth.

“Okay, not creepy at all.” She murmured, looking at her husband and then back at her daughter. She finished her own cookie, making her wonder what sort of powers her daughter actually had.

And if they needed to start worrying more.
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Thor let out a deep sigh, at first he had not been too worried about Leif taking off until Katherine had given him that specific look. The one that told him he had messed up big time with not going after their son. He knew that his son had been upset with him, but Thor had not known how to deal with that kind of teenage anger and figured that the boy needed space.

Apparently, the best way for him to have handled that was to go after his son. Or so he had been told.

Now he was angry, not at Leif, but at himself for not knowing these things. It was so hard for him to figure out what made his son tick, mostly because his son wasn’t really letting him in. When Thor thought he was taking steps forward, something happened and Leif shut down and it felt like he had to start all over again with the boy.

Eleven-year-old boys were not easy to figure out. Not when you had been gone for almost their entire life.

So, he had tried to connect with Leif, had tried to show interest in whatever the boy had been doing. And where he had initially thought it had gone right, it had gone terribly wrong. Leif had stormed out, leaving him behind somewhat hurting by the words his son had flung at his head.

You ruin everything. I wish you hadn’t come home!

It had stopped him from going after his son to begin with. Yet, Katherine had told him that he should have gone after him regardless. That the boy was so much like Thor, two peas in a pod, and that he should have talked things out immediately. Not let it fester. Not when there had been no real cause for Leif to react like that.

Letting out another sigh, he looked at his wife, who had so much patience with both him and Leif.

“Should we be worried if we do not find him in the kitchen?” He asked her, because they had gone all over his known hide outs in the theatre. He had hope Leif would be there, since the smell of freshly baked cookies coming from that kitchen would lure anyone to that particular area.

“He would not have gone outside on his own, would he?”
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It was a small sacrifice to offer over a single cookie. Steve was about the size of an orange, so it wasn’t as though she was meant to consume much. He let his focus slide towards Lexie when she commented on Gabby-Steve coming earlier and he immediately wondered how much earlier that was meant to imply. And they he wondered the how and the why the tiny Cait would even been privy to that sort of information. He half lifted his gaze back to Caitlin, his eyes settling somewhere at her shoulder.

Wanda had been standing in the main foyer the previous day and then the last time he had seen her today, staring at what was the proper front door. They rarely used it because it opened in from the street. It was locked and extremely secured. It wasn’t the reinforced nature that the woman had apparently been appraising, though. When he had asked what she was doing there, she had simply commented that she was ‘waiting for her’.

As obscure as it had seemed then, as her statement could have implied anyone at all regardless of the fact that no one used the front door, coupled with Lexie’s seeming perception, he wondered if the pair meant the same person. He swallowed, his throat somewhat dry at the prospect of Caitlin suddenly going into labor sooner rather than later. He tried to shake the consideration, and any attempt his mind sought to link the pair of thoughts together.

Wanda could have meant literally anyone. And she could have been waiting for someone to arrive months or years in advance. He had an inkling of her perception of the world, but it was dizzying at best.

Gabe plucked another cookie absentmindedly from the plate, his brain registering Caitlin’s comment, but tucked it away. He would at that to the mix of what to dwell on, because if Cait thought that it was creepy, then something was definitely off.

He shifted slightly in response to the individuals moving towards them, enough to glance towards the doorway that still remained free of further numbers. At least for the moment. They were inbound regardless, whether or not they meant to step into the kitchen proper or simply pass by it, he wasn’t sure. Knowing. That was not his mutation.

“We’re not sharing with them.” He gestured towards the hall. He had a pretty good idea of who was headed towards them and that Asgardian buffoon threatened all that was edible and delicious. “Lex, go make them…want to go somewhere else.”

When the tiny redhead looked up and frowned, he narrowed his eyes slightly. She could read emotions, link up wither siblings, possibly glimpse handfuls of future time, and was seemingly fireproof, but she was honestly going to insist that she couldn’t redirect people?

“Daddy, that’s not very nice.” She scolded.

“They’re going to come and eat our cookies.” He insisted as he bent at the waist down towards her. “Do you want to share your portion?” He gestured towards Caitlin. “Steve can’t fight off a Thunder God.” He insisted, then considered the prospect. “Yet.”
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Cait nibbled on her cookie, her eyes drifting towards the doorway as well, and frowning slightly as she picked up on the emotions drifting towards her. Thor and Kitty… there was concern. Her eyes drifted back to her husband when he stated that they weren’t sharing with them. She couldn’t help but snort and shake her head over it.

Then he was setting their daughter up to go chase the couple away. She hid her smile behind her cookie, waiting for Lexie to deny her father. She could already tell that she wouldn’t do that.

Lexie looked up at her father, declaring that that wasn’t very nice.

Cait could see her daughter work through her father’s words when he declared that they were here to eat their cookies. That she had to share her portion.

“Are you now asking our oldest daughter to fight off a Thunder God?” Caitlin asked him when he was done talking. She sounded amused, observing her husband and child. She could tell that Lexie was pondering her father’s words, and that she actually didn’t want to share but…

“Lexie, I’m making more.” She told her daughter, and as she said it the oven beeped to declare that the next batch was ready. She got the tray out, placed the cookies on a plate and put a new batch into the oven. Turning around she saw Lexie snatching a cookie from the plate her father had declared her portion and dashing towards the man now rounding into the kitchen.

He caught her in his arms, lifting her from the ground and giving her a big smile. “What do you have there, little one?” Thor asked Lexie who was holding her cookie half hidden.
“A cookie, for you.” She said, producing said item with a smile on her lips.

“I think you just lost to a God.” Cait murmured to Gabe.

“For me? Why thank you, little one.” He took the cookie from her, and then glanced at Caitlin who felt the concern return to the front. “Have you seen Leif?” He asked her, holding the cookie out to Lexie who broke off half and started to eat from it.

“Leif will be here soon.” Lexie told around her mouth full of cookie.
“How do you know this, little one?” Thor looked back at the little girl in his arms. Another shrug from her and Caitlin really wondered if Lexie had a precog ability. Her hand falling to her tummy, remembering that her daughter had something similar about her little sister.
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"Leif!" His father's voice rumbled through the dusty corridors, he was searching for him. But Leif couldn't get caught, couldn't let his father stop him from doing this. Thor was after all one of the reasons why Leif was going through with this. The other reason… his mother. It was all one big cause and effect, and if he wanted to stop the impending outcome, he had to change a few things.

It was a good thing his mother couldn't see what her husband was turning into, it would break her heart. Especially after spending ten years of her life to find him, to finally rescue him, and then him losing his fucking marbles. Of course there was a reason why Thor was behaving like this, and it had been a gradual thing over the years. But even when your own uncle couldn't stop this raving man, a son had to take the reigns into his own hands.

Peter, Elise and Jax had helped him, he might be good with a computer but their skills were beyond what he could do. Even Forge had helped in the end.

Now he only needed to get to the device back before it would be too late.

Thor had found out what he was planning. Leif had fought him, had barely escaped with his life. He might be part Asgardian but his father was the Asgardian God of Strength, and the man had been tapping into Warriors' Madness. Leif was no match to him on a normal day, and he was considered young in Asgardian years. Where as his father was over millenia years old.

It had taken him a few days to get back to full health, and his father had taken the device, running off to their old hiding place. The theatre.

The building hadn't been used in years. Hence the dusty corridors. The dark, dusty corridors.

Leif had a pretty good idea where his father had hidden the device, but of course Thor, the paranoid asshole, knew he was coming for it. He had been setting traps for his son along the way. The way to their old quarters.

He swallowed, it hadn't really felt like his quarters. Mostly because after his father had returned he had been living with aunt Cait, uncle Gabe and the twins. He knew he had hurt his mother with that, but at the time… just the thought of being in the same room with him, pretending that they could just pick up where they had left off… being a family. It had sounded ridiculous to his younger ears at the time.

Leif had tried to make a connection, for his mother's sake, but it just wasn't there. Even now, after more than twenty years, he still didn't feel it.

So why are you doing this then?

Gritting his teeth, he tried to ignore that inner voice, and continued on slowly towards where his parents used to live. He called up mist, filling the hallways to hide his approach, and then turned himself into air particles to flow through the mist faster.

It didn't take him long in this form, or trigger those traps that had been set. Then again, his father knew about his abilities. Had watched him practice them numerous of times, and even Leif couldn't deny the look of pride on his father's face when his younger self hadn't given up trying until he had ran out of steam, and Thor had actually helped him.

"It is not a bad thing if you do not succeed right away."
"But I need to get this to work."
"There is always tomorrow."
"But what if you are gone again tomorrow?"
"I see. Is that what worries you? That I will leave you and your mother?"
"I dunno… Maybe."
"Come on then. Let's try again until you have it under control."


But in the end it hadn't been him who had left Leif.

The door was ajar, and Leif floated right through the slit to find his father sitting there on the couch. Just staring ahead. Dishevelled. Nothing like the great Thor, God of Thunder, should look like.

He was holding a frame in his hands, and Leif knew which one it was. It saddened this whole picture even more.

"I know you are here, Leif." Thor's voice sounded raspy, but there was this hint of lucidity in it that made Leif shed his air form, and return to his human one.
"You have to stop this." He told his father, sitting down in front of him on the coffee table.
"I do not know how to anymore." his piercing blue eyes flicked upwards to look at his son. "I am lost, son."
"You have to give it to me." Leif watched his father, saw the crazy return for a moment in the man's eyes. "I can fix this. Fix you."
"Who says I want to be fixed?" He snarled, the glass breaking in the frame.
"Come on, dad..." Leif sounded calm, taking the frame away from his father's hands. "She never wanted this for you." And neither did he. "Give the device to me, and I'll make it right."

There was a growl and then Leif found himself up against the wall, his father's hand around his throat and the clarity that had been in his eyes had vanished. They were set to murder.

"You cannot make this right, boy." Lightning filled his father's eyes
"You're not even letting me try." Leif knew that there was no reasoning with the man in this state.

So, he changed into air again, which pissed off Thor even more and he slammed his fists into the wall with a scream of fury. He passed through his father, made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. There on the bed was the device.

A bracer. One that allowed him to travel through time.

Leif had to hurry, he could hear Thor yelling and making his way up the stairs. He became tangible, grabbed the bracer and slapped it around his wrist. He quickly punched in the desired date and right when Thor crashed through the door, he looked up and met his father's eyes.

"I will fix this. I promise." And then he activated the bracer. Last thing he heard was his father roaring in anguish.


There was darkness, cold and it felt like he was being torn apart. Like every single molecule in his body was being ripped apart. It went on and on, until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to scream, but no sound came out… and then… then it was over.

A bright flash of light, and the smell of snickerdoodles hung in the air.

Leif staggered back until the table stopped him from falling over. Not that he remained upright for long. An o, so familiar hand wrapped around his throat and he found himself lying on his back on the table, pinned down by his father.

Only difference this time, there was no insanity in the bright blue eyes that looked down at him.

“Who are you? How did you get inside?” The gruff sound of his father’s voice almost made him smile. Good, he had made it here on time. Because his voice was void of pain.

“You need to release me.” Leif told him calmly. “I’m here to help.” His own hand wrapped around his father’s wrist, and the strength he put in it made Thor frown. Then he saw his father starting to frown, like he was figuring something out.

“You are Asgardian.” Thor stated, but didn’t release his hold on him. “Who are you?”
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It was like a punch to the gut. A feeling so strong, and unexplainable. Kitty bent over, hands pressed against her mid-section and she felt like she would bring up all the food in her stomach right there and then. Forced onto one knee, she felt moisture in her eyes – a single tear trickled down the side of her face.

“Thor”, she pushed out through clenched teeth.

Kitty didn’t know how or why exactly, but the sensation was directly tied to her husband. Like her brain insisted that she had felt this when they had taken him from her. And she had felt this when she had found out about his whereabouts, and then had seen him – broken and beaten – in that cell.

Just that this time, it was so much worse. The ground shifted beneath her and her head spun. Panic gripped at her, and she wanted to move. But her feet refused to support her. Her entire body was rooted to the spot. Once more, she pushed out the name of her husband, trapped in a moment of panic at once more losing him.

She swallowed, forced her head to focus and then she let herself grow intangible. Her form hovered just a moment, and then she descended. Through solid concrete – downwards. Downwards to where the sensation was pulling her. Kitty had trouble controlling her own motions. It took effort for her to direct herself towards the pull.

Eventually, she sank through the ceiling of the kitchen. And just as her head cleared the ceiling, she turned tangible, dropping herself onto the ground. A groan rose from her chest as her head spun. She needed a moment to take in the scene in front of her. Thor. He was here. Healthy. Maybe an episode of his PTSD? Was he attacking the … who was the other man?

Kitty stood, holding herself up against the kitchen counter. Caitlin rushed to her side, and Kitty just shook her head. “Thor”, she murmured, feeling the other woman’s hands slip around her waist to hold her upright. Both of them moved forward. Something tugged at Kitty’s mind bringing her to her husband’s side.

“Leif”, she pushed out, her mind recognising this face like it would find this face even amongst a million. “Thor, what are you doing?” she prompted her husband, and her hands came forward, locking around the tall blond man’s wrist. Of course she did not possess the strengths to pull the hand away. “Why are you choking Leif?” she asked, pulling at Thor’s wrist.

Her gaze skidded along Leif’s facial features and something made her pause. She brought her gaze back, and her grip on her husband’s wrist slipped. “What?” she asked, perplexed. It was the same face but … older? The boy she knew appeared in the man she saw. He was at least fifteen, possibly twenty, years older. There were lines around his eyes, a beard that could put his father’s to shame.

Kitty put a hand down on the shoulder of the man on the table. “You’re not my Leif, are you?” she asked, her voice breathless while her knees regained their strength slowly.
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