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Gimme Something for the Pain [Post #1]
Gimme Something for the Pain

Kira wouldn't be Kira if she didn't feel like she should help out with her abilities. Growing a bit restless inside she decides to help out at a nearby rebel clinic. Benji being Benji, sets up a list with people to go with her when she goes out. It's either him, Alex or Jax to go with her. This time, it's Jax' turn to go with Kira.

SentS however gets clued in on where they can find Kira, one of their desirebles. A plan is set into motion to go pick up Kira from the clinic. They even hire additional transport units from Weathers with Susan Storm at the helm.

To make sure that Kira ends up alone at the clinic, they start to mess with Jax' system, which results in him going half blind. Kira insist that he goes home and get Elise or Peter to look at it. He reluctantly leaves, promising that he'll be back ASAP, but Kira just tells him she'll get Benji to come pick her up in the morning.

The moment Jax leaves, the clinic comes under attack and Kira gets taken in.

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The office was small, a cramped space located in the back of the warehouse compound Weathers & Partners Security Agency was operating out of. Downstairs about half of the fleet of vans was parked. The other half was deployed and their current locations were appearing as small red arrows on a large, sixty-five inch display mounted to the far wall. To its left and right, smaller screens were transcribing communications between the units, recording body cam footage.

Providing security really no longer was just about protecting others. It was about protecting the employees as well.

The displays were the only source of light in the room, possibly in the entire compound. No one else was here for the night. The girl working reception had bid her good-night well over four hours ago. The digital clock at the top of the large screen was steading describing the way into the small hours of the night.

A lone figure was sitting in the large arm-chair facing the displays on the wall. Leaned back, she no longer looked at the notebook filled with countless scribbles – thoughts, ideas, plans – on the desk occupying the space in the middle of the small room. It was a monstrosity. Several docking stations allowed for up to three mobile devices to be hooked up at once. This was the technical hub of Weathers. And the person at the desk was the master of operations, so to speak.

It was the spot Susan Storm had made her own. Not that computers had ever been her forte. And yet, even she could learn.

Her eyes followed the dots on the screen. Some were stationary. Parked on site, guards doing rounds. Two were stopped at what she knew were all-night diners. The rest was moving, following the routes mapped out for them. Sue leaned forward, pulled the keyboard closer, carefully manoeuvring it around a coffee cup with its cold contents forgotten. She pushed in a number of shortcuts, switching the displays. The map moved to the smaller screen at the far left, and she pulled up two of the dash cams. Two units hired as couriers for the night.

Grim determination stood in Sue’s face, bathed in the faint blue light of the displays. She pressed the space bar, opening the audio channel. “Status report”, she damned without preamble.

“And a good evening to you, too, sweetheart”, she heard a deep voice rasp over the comm.
“Details”, Sue simply pushed.
“We have the package on board. En route to the drop off now.”

Sue felt her stomach tighten, her mind inadvertently going to her son. Doing the right thing had become such a grim business.

“Your entourage?” she asked.
“Half a dozen of them. Most of them brownnosers that are still fuckin’ wet behind the ears.”
Sue nodded. So the Services had sent the manpower despite the deal they had made for only the two vehicles doing this particular delivery.

“Is she hurt?”
“Just out cold.”
“Keep it that way”, she said. “Two minutes until you go dark.” The vehicle had to go off the grid. Undetectable. Yet, with half a dozen SentS units in tow, that would become a problem.

Silence floated across the comm line and Sue knew that Baldur, driving that vehicle, had his own thoughts about ensuring success for the Services in this particular case. As usually, the man never considered the big picture.

“Just stick to the plan.”
“They’re gonna fuck it up and you know it.”
“No they won’t …. That’s why you’re there, remember?”

Sue’s voice hitched ever so slightly and she cleared her throat. She watched the dash cam’s recording. The three lane road ahead of Baldur. He was on the middle lane, making his way towards the outer areas of New York City slowly. A two-unit undertaking would have not raised any suspicion. Now there being at least eight vehicles on the road, a darned convoy, it might just bring unwanted attention considering the way New York traffic cams could canvas movements on the road these days.

An old Buick pulled up in front of Baldur. Sue paid little attention to it at first, until something made her look closer. The strange fact that the vehicle was matching its speed to the convoy perfectly? Or … and then she realised it … that there were no license plates on the back of that car.

The Buick swerved to the left so suddenly, pulling right into Baldur’s lane at a proximity that made it impossible for him to avoid collision.

“What the …” was the last thing she heard before the display went dark.

The second half of the screen, however, was still broadcasting. Her eyes wide, Sue watched as the black van barrelled straight into the Buick’s back. Her second unit pulled further to the left and then pulled back around, putting Baldur’s vehicle back on screen even if only at the outermost right corner.

She punched the space bar. “Unit 3-17, come in”, she barked but she only got static in return. She tried to switch to the body cams but the feed only brought grey snow. She kept cycling through the men’s devices until finally an image appeared on her screen. Tilted to the left, breaking up, grainy. And yet, Susan knew exactly at whom she was looking, standing there, in the middle of the road, geared up in full.

Jenna Coleman.

“Shit.”
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Jenna knew better than to bring a knife to a gun fight. So she was armed to her teeth. Pulling two small discs containing explosives from the back of her belt, she bent low and let them sail across the ground towards the vehicles in the back. The explosions tore the cars off the ground, propelling them into the air. And it light up the night more so than the street lights ever could. She had minutes now until first responders would be on the scene.

Not much, one could think. Enough, Jenna thought.

She drew her guns next. No tranq darts. This time, she had brought the real deal. Diamond tipped bullets. She could take a page or two out of the Services’ book.

Jenna fired, precisely, without haste. Flooring several men emerging from their cars.

Her eyes kept darting back to the one unit still at the very front. No one was fleeing from that one. At her chest, a fashion statement taken from the late Tony Stark, a small disc was glowing with a faint red hue. Jenna had come well equipped indeed. Any GPS signal, WiFi, or whatever other tracking method these guys had would be breaking up now. The set up was completed by the small, metallic blue discs attached to her temples. Telepathy was the only way remaining to track this convoy – but that telepath would not see her, would not even know she was here.

Jenna pushed ahead, keeping the first van in her peripheral vision as she went to work. Her mind kept playing back the discussions at the theatre. The ridiculous need to not run out hot-headed. Jenna had remembered Eddie’s words then. That she had no one to worry about like the others. So to say, she was not even part of the theatre’s group. She still stood on her own mostly. No ties to worry about. No children. No significant other. Just a brother who was too busy to care about his sister these days.

And in her search for Reed she had found information on certain covert missions being organised by the Services. While it was certainly tricky to dig into their inner workings from the outside, the contracting with outside companies still left a paper trail she could easily follow.

The one on tonight. She had known about it. That it was part of a mission to get their hands on the theatre’s healer … As Jenna fired a round into the chest of one of the oncoming agents she still felt annoyance at herself. Why had she not seen it coming? Why had she not connected the dots? A small voice in her mind insisted that there had been no dots to connect – and yet, that was hardly doing anything for her in this moment.

Minutes went on, as Jenna realised that she was facing a far larger crowd than she had anticipated. She could hear the sirens in the distance. Her heart was racing by now. She was running out of time. Kira needed to come out of that van, otherwise the window of opportunity would close.

Something hard painfully connected with the back of her leg, forcing her down. She swore, blindly pointing up one of her guns and firing.

As the body next to her dropped to the ground lifelessly, something grazed her neck. “Shit”, she cursed, a hand coming up to push against the spot. As her head began to swim, she realised that she had not been grazed by a bullet.

But by a dart.

“Ah … f…”

Darkness took her.
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Sue was standing, leaning somewhat over the desk in front of her by now. Her eyes were glued onto the screen where she was following the bits and pieces she could get from what was happening to her units. Baldur’s line remained dead, but Sue was certain the man was just playing it quiet. A car crash was certainly not what would end that man.

In front of her, joining the keyboard on the desk, was Sue’s phone. The screen was lit, and a name stood brightly in its middle as the gadget tried to connect to that number.

It went unanswered once.

“Unit 3-17, fuckin answer me!” she growled through the comm line.

But there would be no answer from that line for a while.

Sue re-dialled, while working her keyboard, sending coordinates to that same number. Eventually, her phone came to life as the screen changes, alerting her to the call being picked up. A groggy voice spoke on the other end.

“You don’t own a watch, do you?”
“Emergency.”
The silence on the other end was response enough. Eddie Brock was awake now.

“It’s the Coleman girl”, she said. Jenna, she thought. The odd sense of familiarity was something she kept to herself only. It was unfounded in this world.

Was that a growl on the other end? Sue had no time to further contemplate it. “Get her out.” It didn’t go unnoticed that the entire scene was occurring not far from where she estimated Eddie had found his bed for the night. It was somewhat curious how these things worked when one paid attention to them.

Sue hung up just as her phone lit up again. It was a call coming through the 24/7 line.
“Operator”, she answered.
“We need replacement. Mission code ‘White Mage’”, a male voice barked. “Delivery has doubled. We need two transport units.”
“Understood”, Sue answered grimly already alerting the respective drivers and rerouting them through the system’s interface.

Her gaze went back to the spot where the two red dots had previously designated Baldur and the second Weathers unit. The GPS signal was gone but they were clearly still there.

Sue sat back, an awful feeling settling in her stomach. She felt sick. How would she ever explain to her son that she had had a hand in ensuring that the Services got Kira, and that Jenna could not intervene?
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More Than a Feeling had his senses responding, had his consciousness struggling to rise upward. He rubbed his face into the pillow for a moment and when the song cut out, he exhaled and dropped back down into the feather and jersey. The other presence in his head swam about, its own awareness about as disturbed as his, he settled once more when Eddie closed his eyes.

It would be easy enough to slide right back under.

Until it commenced once more.

He groaned, disapprovingly so. Soon enough, Venom would really push to the surface and then pester him with an endless mental assault for food.

Eddie reached for the phone on the bedside table, flipped it off the edge and onto the floor. He shifted to the edge of his bed and retrieved the item, assessed the caller id, and then swiped it on. The sun was gone from the sky, no stray lighting pushing through the heavy curtains he had draw shut earlier in the day. It felt late.

“You don’t own a watch, do you?” Which was rhetorical, because she was calling him on a phone, a device fully capable of telling her exactly what time it was. And likely sitting in front of some fancy computer set-up that could tell her the time and zone across the globe with a swipe of a finger.

“Emergency.” Was all the woman on the other end led with, half huffed it out, a tinge of anxiety in her voice. It was enough.

He pushed himself more upright and Venom stirred all the more.

Coleman girl.

And then he was mad.

Jenna just couldn’t sit still. She had to go and put her damn, tight little self where it didn’t belong. And if he was being called, she was in trouble. Emergency meant trouble. Perfect. And if she was in trouble, that meant she was operating on a rather solo inclination. Get her out. Sue could go and fuck herself for the time being. Six years of absolutely no contact, then she was just suddenly back and ready to apparently take on the whole damn world. ‘Quietly’. He ended the call.

He threw the covers back and immediately climbed out of bed. Pulling on black cargos was easy enough since they were still in a heap beside the bed, stepping into the combat boots beside them was second nature, lacing them up was more so. He picked up the black hoodie from the floor and drew it over himself with ease. Phone in a pant pocket he could zip shut. It wasn’t like he really needed anything else. No gun, no knife, no exploding extras. Because he was all of that.

Food.

Great.

He grabbed a dumb dark chocolate protein bar from the cabinet and had half of it gone barely a second after unwrapping the item, then stuck an earpiece in his ear. Radio chatter crept against his eardrum and then directions given by a central dispatch. Response to an ‘accident’.

Sirens lit up the night air, a couple dozen blocks away still, but they’d be there soon enough.

Human girl.
“She’s not really human.”
Could have been still.

He had considered that, on numerous occasions. The x-gene was a fickle thing. It exploded onto any person it chose, randomly at times. It used to surface in adolescence, a response to emotional stimuli or hormonal surges. More recently, it was cropping up sooner and sooner, with the likes of omegas supposedly producing mutant born kids. Sometimes it slept dormant in a person’s genetics, quietly moving through generations, present but inactive. Jenna had been far more latter, even with the odd luck quirk she had referenced, the knowing, the gut feeling.

One of the mercs rose up to his feet the closer he moved and he reached forward, a thick dark tendril of matter extending form his wrist and palm to wrap around the man’s neck, twisting enough to cause damage, not quite enough to be lethal.

Can I have his head?

He brushed him off and scanned for the girl likely wearing black or camouflage, all glowing like a Christmas tree with her bits of extra tech. Gunfire, but Venom responded quicker than Eddie could have ever alone. A shield of black spread out to his left to absorb the impacts of each shell emptied.
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Benji had his arms crossed in front of his chest, his face in a frown as he stared down at an engine lying in bits and pieces in front of him on a table. It had been taken apart because it needed an upgrade, a long overdue upgrade, and then be retrofitted back into one of their new vehicles. A new kind of vehicle. One that would protect them from all sorts of nasties out there.

“You know, staring at the pieces won’t put it back together.” His partner in crime quipped with amusement.
“I know. I’m mapping it out in my head.”
“How’s that going?”
“Pretty good if you shut your face.” Benji fired back.

“You could just use your power thingy.” Peter announced; his own arms crossed in front of his chest.
“No, manual labour for now.” He said, because he had to get the feel for the machine, and he needed to do that by hand and not with his powers. Later in the process when he needed the finesse, he would use his powers but not sooner.
“Alright. You know the plans you drafted are quite ingenious.” He heard Peter walk around the table and back to the drafting table where he had spread out the plans for the armoured car and all the nifty little things that would be implemented.
“Yeah, dad will be proud I’m putting my engineering degree to use.” Benji snorted, turning and walking to the table to stand next to Peter. “This will be tricky though.” Peter bend forward to look at the item he had pointed out.
“Neh, pretty sure Jax and Elise can help out with that.”

Benji lifted his head, a sudden dread washed over him, and he turned to the doorway expecting to see someone standing there. But it was empty. Peter looked up at him in question.

“Something is wrong.” He felt his heart speeding up, fear coiled through him.
“I don’t sense anything.” Peter frowned, and Benji just shook his head.
“Not here.” He assessed the sudden emotions, knowing that they weren’t his and started to sort through them. He only had a deep mental link with a few people, and …

“Kira.” He breathed out, his heart sinking as he realised that he was feeling her dread and she was reaching out to him. For some reason there was static on the line but he knew it was her. Benji tried to open a portal to her, knew exactly where she was but he failed. A sudden migraine sprouting up and blinding him. Groaning he grasped his head and the table all at once to prevent himself from toppling over.

“Shit, dude, you look like crap.” Peter noted, grabbing him and holding him upright.
“Something is wrong with Kira.” He croaked out; whose turn was it to go with her?
“Isn’t she at the clinic?” Peter planted him on a chair.
“Yes, with… Jax.” Yeah, it was Jax’ turn to be there with her.
“I need to go to her.” He stood, pushing Peter aside.
“Alright, come on then.”

He tried to make another portal but failed, another sharp pain lanced through his brain. It started to piss him off, he then tried something else and aimed for a different location. A portal opened up in front of him and he roared in anger.

“What, dude?” Peter looked startled.
“That’s not a portal to Kira.” He snarled. Something or someone was blocking his attempts to go after Kira. Whoever it was, that person would feel his wrath soon. This just reeked of a SentS action, and white energy started to emit from his hands as he curled them up in fists. There would be a reckoning, and he was more than happy to deliver it.

He closed the portal and went in search of Gabriel Summers. For what he didn’t know yet, but his gut told him that he needed the man with him.

“What’s the plan?” Peter asked, following him.

“I’m going to get Kira back.” He growled, and he would mow down every single person standing in his way.
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”Really?”
“Really”
“You’re serious?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”


The images were shifting in and out of focus. Part of the phenomenon she had begun experiencing as of late. It was aggravating, confusing – it drained her, only adding to that gnawing feeling of exhaustion, of restlessness, of not having a spot in this world where there was more than mere toleration in store for her.

“That movie is like fifty years old.”
“Thirty-five. Get your movie trivia straight, Benji.”
“Still. Old.”
“But it’s so good!” Jenna grinned, Robin Hood – Prince of Thieves was her favourite movie of all time. She looked at the ice cream cone she held in hand and tackling stray drops of melting ice-cream quickly with her tongue. Strawberry and chocolate. Her favourite combination. That it was way too cold for having ice-cream – what with having a scarf wrapped around her neck that half obscured her face – did not matter. Ice-cream was the best treat in any kind of weather.


She groaned. It was like a sequence of images that were overexposed. Too bright. The edges unable to decide whether they wanted to be oversharpened or blurred to the point where she couldn’t make out faces. What was worst was the familiarity. Jenna knew that she was not making these things up. They were not figments of imagination – they were something else. They felt more like memories.

Memories that were her own.

"When Gisborne asks the Sheriff 'Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?'" Jenna found her approximation of the voice splendid! She was darned good at it. “And then the Sheriff goes 'Because it's dull, you twit. It'll hurt more!'” She giggled, once more tackling the top of the heap of ice-cream in her cone.

The pain originating from her neck was like a blade cutting through the images that had taken over her mind. They always did. Whenever they surfaced, she was out for a few minutes, possibly more. Scenes of a life unlived, a world that was so much like this one but so very different at the same time. Was this not something along the lines of what that new girl – Joyce? – kept saying? Maybe Jenna ought to ask her.

She tried to move, then winced.

Why was the cut on her neck not healing like it was supposed to?

“How much of that movie do you know by heart, darling?” he asked, a grin on his face.
Jenna raised both eyebrows, grinning as he did but not looking at Benji.
“Too much, I take it”, he inserted and Jenna just threw her head back and laughed whole-heartedly.


A growl of frustration and pain tore from her lips as Jenna tried to move. Her own current emotional state in stark contrast to the one from the memory. She pushed at the images, willed them away. She had no time for this now – not ever. Those images had no place in this damned world. Her life was nothing like that. She was nothing like that.

As her body shifted and she landed on her font, she noticed that she could not use her arms. Zip ties, a small voice in her mind supplied. For fuck’s sake. They were well into the damned twenty-first century and she had been tied down with fucking zip-ties. She flexed her upper arms, wanting to sneer at such a weak attempt to tie her dow… What?

The plastic strap was not yielding. No matter how much she tried, it stayed in place rendering her partially immobile. Jenna blinked, forcing her brain to focus on the here, the now. The scene in front of her came somewhat into focus, her brain filled in the rest.

Kira. Jenna did not have the van in her line of sight at this point.

“She’s coming to”, someone yelled from beyond what she could see. Damnit. She breathed in, then flexed what felt like every last muscle in her body to lift her upper body without the use of her arms. It went so much slower than usually and as she managed to put herself onto her knees – she considered it luck that someone had forgotten to zip-lock her ankles – that snobby little voice in the back of her mind provided yet another educated guess.

Suppressant.

They had not hit her with a tranq dart. They did not need her out cold if they managed to disable her abilities after all. Baseline, that voice added.

A whine rose from her throat. Why was everything she was touching lately falling apart? Deteriorating at an uncanny speed? Jenna believed to be working harder than ever to carve out a place for herself but everything backfired. She was not making progress on Reed. The few contacts she did have barely trusted her with any kind of information. Her mind inadvertently went to Eddie Brock. Her brother appeared to be living in a world that was not connected to her own at this point. And instead of alerting the theatre to the current scene, she had taken off on her own. Jenna was certain that this would backfire in some way.

Someone should nickname you glutton. Glutton for trouble, she reconstructed Eddie’s words in her mind and wanted to just cry for a moment. Cry like a little girl who was overwhelmed in the face of the world refusing to play by her rules. Jenna huffed out air. Then something in her gut felt like it exploded. Not literally but … it was a sensation so familiar that Jenna did the only thing she knew how in the face of it.

She ducked.

It was the warning. That odd danger monitor that had kept her alive for the first thirty years of her life.

But Jenna was too slow. A gloved fist connected with the side of her jaw and Jenna saw stars. “Motherfu…”, she brought forth before the pain cut off her curse. Her eyes rolled up and she once more dipped forward. Her head hit the pavement hard, only intensifying the feeling of seeing half of the Milky Way dance around her head.

Again, she blinked, forcing herself to attention. Her vantage point sucked from down here but at this point she had no chance to change it. Something told her that she would probably now find her ankles zipped, too. That was until a figure stepped into her field of vision. A familiar figure no less. “Eddie” she whispered, her voice mumbled as her mind was drowsy from the impact.

She watched with a silent mixture of awe, relief, surprise and shock how a shield black as night appeared to extend right out of him. Not a single one of the bullets hit him.

“What …”, she murmured, her eyes glued to this man.
Certainly not baseline … but then what?
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Jax leaned back on the chair as Forge was hooking him up to the system bit by bit. Elise was somewhere in the room as well, but his sight was beyond shot with his bionics misfiring at about fifty percent at the time. The only non-moving occupants of the room where the two men standing opposite of him. Alex Summers and Vision.

Latter had been the one to bring him back, something Jax could truly appreciate given that he would have not been able to do so himself. The treck would have been long. Probably too long given the state he was in. His own flight disabled, it had been nothing but a lucky coincidence that Vision had decided to join them.

“She is still there”, Alex repeated.
“She was when we left”, Vision declared.
Jon piped up from one of the stations. “Still no luck reaching her phone. I’ll wake Beth”, he suggested, not really waiting for anyone to green-light the idea.
“Where is Benji”, Alex asked, pushing one leg back to throw a glance into the floor to which this part of the lab was connected. Alex somehow expected either Benji or his brother to round the corner within the next minutes.
“I believe his plans were to construct a new form of vehicle”, Vision offered.
“He’s not there anymore”, Jon said as he cycled through surveillance footage on Jaxon’s system. “Beth’s looking for Kira. She says Benji knows.”

Jax nodded, unable to help the sensation of unease. A second time a member of the theatre was apparently in danger due to his actions? He briefly wondered whether the Summers brother would at least let him pick the compactor that’d let him meet his maker.

“I think …” he started, not liking one bit where his thoughts were going in the light of things. “Kira was so sure she’d be fine, and she insisted that Vision take me … she even made sure my biological parts were not the problem.” His sight flickered and the bionic arm made a faint stuttering sound. Another misfire. Jax groaned.

When he looked up again, Vision was gone – only Alex remained.
“You shouldn’t be so easily affected by an EMP”, Alex stated rather than asked.
“I shouldn’t be affected by them at all”, Jax responded, looking up at the very tall and very blonde man. “Otherwise what would someone like me be good for? You can equip an EMP to any kind of exoskeleton suit by now. Hell … a hand-held the size of a phone can emit an EMP over quite a range. If any scrambler could knock me down, the Troy model would have never left production phase.”

Jax pressed his lips into a thin line. He turned his head, trying to find Elise in the lab. Nervousness was rising from the depths of his stomach. It appeared to be aggravating the misfires. “’Lis”, he murmured.

“Malware?” Alex guessed, raising an eyebrow and looking at Jon.
“Elise proofed him. She rewrote his entire system, by hand. SentS has no way to even know where to inject malware anymore.”
Alex now raised both eyebrows.
“She took him apart, put him back together … he’s all new now, Alex. Nothing like before. And they don’t have a manual.”
“So if it’s not the tech, it’s gotta be the human”, Alex shrugged.

Jax looked at him, contemplating the suggestion for a moment, then nodded. That the other man was not big on technology was a well known fact. At least to Jax. Maybe it was what they needed here – someone who had no idea about his bionics to put together what was really the problem.

“Hormones?” Alex shrugged. “I mean your biotech does not work completely independently from your human side. Hormones are powerful things and I’d assume there’s mechanisms in place to … let’s say … balance out you running low on energy. The bionic arm couldn’t just stop working, right? What if that’s done through hormone receptors? Or what if cortisol and adrenaline for example – stress, danger, combat – increases energy levels in your bionic components? I can’t imagine there’s no bridge between your two halves other than your brain.”

Jax nodded. The idea sounded feasible. “Well, there are …”, he was in the process of starting, laying out certain points of tackling this when Vision suddenly reappeared next to Alex. Had the synthezoid flown from here, and now all the way back here? Generally flight was not used inside the theatre.

“The clinic is in the hands of the Sentinel Services”, he announced without preamble. “I was unable to detect Kira within its premises, I am afraid.”
“No …”, Jax murmured, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the high back rest of the examination chair.

It was happening all over again.
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“Where are you going?” Peter kept pace next to him, a frown on his head. “Should we get Val?” Apparently he had learned from the last time he had gone out without her. But instead of answering him, he pushed out a message to his little sister and continued his trek towards the lab where he knew he could find Jax.

“Seriously, dude…” Peter commented but giving the other man a quick glance, made him shut up and holding up his hands. “Not the enemy.” No he wasn’t but if he kept jabbering like that he would sent his ass to Siberia.

Benji was doing multiple things at the same time, trying to locate Kira, trying to talk to her through their link, locate Gabriel Summers and trying to discern the best course of action in regards of getting Kira beck. White energy coiled through him, a sign that he was barely holding it together. It crackled around his fingers, and he curled them into fists to hold in said energy.

Last thing he wanted to do was blow up the theatre because his rage became unleashed.

He could have portaled to Jax, but if he had done that he wouldn’t have been able to stay rational and have a normal conversation with the man.

Benji rounded the corner, walked through the doorway and into the lab. His eyes fell on the man in the chair, currently being checked out. “What the fuck happened, Jaxon?” His voice was a low snarl, it was the most civil he could manage right now.

“You were supposed to stay with her.” His fingers crackled again; he was sure his eyes were lighting up as well. Tilting his head slightly he picked up on Jax’ thoughts about what just had been told to the group and what had led up to Kira being taken. “I see. They got to you and now they have her.” Fucking Sentinel Services had their hands on the woman he loved.

That upped the timeline considerably, and he turned on his feet looking at Alex now. “Tell Gabe I’m leaving in five minutes at the front door. If he’s not there I’m leaving without him.” Which wouldn’t be smart, his gut was telling him he needed that specific Summers’ brother with him.

But he wasn’t going to wait and have a fucking tea party. He needed to go get Kira back. His heart squeezed painfully, just thinking about all the things they would do to her.

Energy coursed through him, wanting out, wanting to create destruction. White hot rage, and he was barely holding it in.

“Anybody an idea where Gabe is?” He heard Peter ask before he made his way towards the front of the theatre. If he stayed, he would certainly fry Jax’ circuits, for now his rational thought was keeping him in check, telling him that it wasn’t the man’s fault. But it hadn’t gone unnoticed that this was now twice that one of them got taken by that man…
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He looked the list over again, the box securely supported in his arms. It was complete, and he had rather smugly beamed at the success. He could think what he wanted when he was out on his own, make any side comment he thought appropriate. To absolutely no one. He rolled his eyes at himself.

[Gabriel.]
I’m only two blocks away.
[You need to be here now.]

Lavender seemed to draw out of the very air in front of his face, twisting into a rather familiar form, transparent when she turned just so. He’d liken her appearance to a hologram, but it was really in his head. At least, he thought that was what she was, an illusion.

“That’s not important right now.” She told him.
“I mean, it kind of is. You’re becoming rather adept at putting yourself in my head.” He shifted the box in his grip. “But if you’re astral projecting that’s completely different from what-”
“Kira is gone.” She cut him off.
“Well yeah, she’s at the clinic.”

And then Beth shook her head. He took a step towards her, trying to gauge the seemingly neutral expression on her face. Jaxon had gone with her, Vision in tow. “Is Jax okay?” His mind split into about a dozen directions. His concern for the man he considered his friend, regardless of circumstances that might have ejected him from such placement. Vision was likely fine enough. Hopefully. But if Kira was- “Shit.”

The moment he was off the ground, Beth’s image gave a single nod of her head before it destabilized and turned to little more than vapor that he pushed himself through.

“Hi daddy.” A small voice called down from above him.
Gabe lifted himself upward, finding his son with his head poked out an upper floor window. “Get back inside.” He told the mini him and set the box in the windowsill.
“Ben is glowing.” Tony told him as he lifted upward to look into the contents of the box.
“What?”
“He’s glowing.” The boy told him rather nonchalantly. “It’s Benji’s fault.”

Gabe pushed the window open further and hovered in through it, plucking the small boy up and tucking him under an arm. He shifted and levitated the box and lowered himself through the open area towards the floor of the foyer below.

“Benji is really mad.” The boy supplied.

Kira is gone.

“All the windows closed.” A different voice. Wanda standing somewhat near the front door, her eyes on an upper window. “Shackles about her wrists and its cold against her face.”

“Benji is that way.” Tony pointed towards the lab and Gabe let the box settle onto the floor.

He homed in on Jaxon the moment he crossed the threshold. A rapid assessment of hit appearance, but a different flare of energy seemingly moving away from their present locale that called out. He had felt it the moment he had entered the building in general. He and his brothers could pick up on it, he and Alex could draw on it. He wondered where Ben was tucked away at. That kid could sense the smallest flux.

“Where’s Kira?” He asked as he glanced towards Alex. “Where’s Benji?” He shook his head to correct himself and set a hand against one of Tony’s ears, drawing the other side of his head against his chest. “Why the fuck is everyone standing around?” He hissed out.
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