Ever since returning from her little jaunt with Spider-Man, Terry's been working on the shortest fuse. Lord knows she isn't the most patient person, but the idea of the decimation happening because of the Scarlet Witch, because of Quicksilver, and the X-Men had known and kept it from them-- The world had been so much simpler, before.
Arseholes.
They show up, just as planned, and when Terry sees them standing there like they're the bloody mutant police come to take Quicksilver away, it takes everything she has not to yell. Not to scream. Her voice is even as she speaks, because despite it all, Terry knows Scott Summers, and she knows he's better than this. Or he should be.
"Theresa..." he starts, like they're back at Xavier's mansion, like he hasn't told her her da is dead, like they're friends, "now isn't the best time to discuss this. We received a tip that Quicksilver is--"
"We know," Rictor interrupts, "I phoned it in. We figured it was the best way to get you out here so we can...chat." And it'd worked, hadn't it? Just overhearing Layla talk to Scott like they were old pals had cemented it.
"You wanna throw down with us? To protect that silver-headed slimeball?" She hadn't expected much more than that from Wolverine. But that wasn't the point, was it? They'd been lied to. Thousands of mutants out there were lost without their powers...god, how many like Rictor had actually succeeded?
How many deaths did the X-Men, the Avengers, whoever bloody else have on their hands?
"He may be a slimeball. He may be a total evil monster," Terry finds herself saying, anger driving her words. She ignores whatever Quicksilver thinks he has to add to the conversation. "But he didn't pretend to be our friend, and he didn't lie to us. Can you say the same?"
"This is ridiculous," says Colossus, and maybe if these were better circumstances, Terry might be glad to see the big lug alive again. "We don't have to defend our actions. We did what had to be done. And we're going to do that now as well."
She's suddenly not so happy to see him, anymore.
Liars. They'd lied. The bloody X-Men weren't the ones in mutant town, fielding calls from lost souls, they weren't the ones being held bloody captive by psycho ex-mutants, they were safe in that stupid bloody mansion--
"Stand aside--"
Colossus is big, but Terry's lungs are bigger.
She barely hears Scott's warning to Colossus over the scream, and god, it feels bloody good to finally let loose. Let them come into mutant town and try to bully them! They could get first hand @*$&ing taste of what it felt like to be the little person, what it felt like to be thought so little of. Like bloody children who needed to be protected from the big bad wolf.
"Don't you see? This is what Quicksilver wants! To turn us against each other! But if you can't see that for yourselves..." It seems Scott has some life to him, still, and it takes Terry a moment to realize he bloody well means to blast her. She's already gearing up for another scream when Jamie bloody Madrox jumps in front of her, and she has to shield her eyes from the blast as the world goes red for a second...
And when it comes back, there's nothing.
No X-Men. No X-Factor. No Quicksilver.
Just forest. And not the concrete jungle Manhattan thinks it is, but honest to god jungle.
"Scott bloody Summers! If this is yer fault I'll kill ye m'self!"
Peter Parker, also known as the vigilante, Spider-Man, is one of Marvel Comics' flagship characters. Created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko in 1962, Spider-Man first debuted in Amazing Fantasy #15.
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Date: 2009-04-02 07:35 am (UTC)Ever since returning from her little jaunt with Spider-Man, Terry's been working on the shortest fuse. Lord knows she isn't the most patient person, but the idea of the decimation happening because of the Scarlet Witch, because of Quicksilver, and the X-Men had known and kept it from them-- The world had been so much simpler, before.
Arseholes.
They show up, just as planned, and when Terry sees them standing there like they're the bloody mutant police come to take Quicksilver away, it takes everything she has not to yell. Not to scream. Her voice is even as she speaks, because despite it all, Terry knows Scott Summers, and she knows he's better than this. Or he should be.
"Theresa..." he starts, like they're back at Xavier's mansion, like he hasn't told her her da is dead, like they're friends, "now isn't the best time to discuss this. We received a tip that Quicksilver is--"
"We know," Rictor interrupts, "I phoned it in. We figured it was the best way to get you out here so we can...chat." And it'd worked, hadn't it? Just overhearing Layla talk to Scott like they were old pals had cemented it.
"You wanna throw down with us? To protect that silver-headed slimeball?" She hadn't expected much more than that from Wolverine. But that wasn't the point, was it? They'd been lied to. Thousands of mutants out there were lost without their powers...god, how many like Rictor had actually succeeded?
How many deaths did the X-Men, the Avengers, whoever bloody else have on their hands?
"He may be a slimeball. He may be a total evil monster," Terry finds herself saying, anger driving her words. She ignores whatever Quicksilver thinks he has to add to the conversation. "But he didn't pretend to be our friend, and he didn't lie to us. Can you say the same?"
"This is ridiculous," says Colossus, and maybe if these were better circumstances, Terry might be glad to see the big lug alive again. "We don't have to defend our actions. We did what had to be done. And we're going to do that now as well."
She's suddenly not so happy to see him, anymore.
Liars. They'd lied. The bloody X-Men weren't the ones in mutant town, fielding calls from lost souls, they weren't the ones being held bloody captive by psycho ex-mutants, they were safe in that stupid bloody mansion--
"Stand aside--"
Colossus is big, but Terry's lungs are bigger.
She barely hears Scott's warning to Colossus over the scream, and god, it feels bloody good to finally let loose. Let them come into mutant town and try to bully them! They could get first hand @*$&ing taste of what it felt like to be the little person, what it felt like to be thought so little of. Like bloody children who needed to be protected from the big bad wolf.
"Don't you see? This is what Quicksilver wants! To turn us against each other! But if you can't see that for yourselves..." It seems Scott has some life to him, still, and it takes Terry a moment to realize he bloody well means to blast her. She's already gearing up for another scream when Jamie bloody Madrox jumps in front of her, and she has to shield her eyes from the blast as the world goes red for a second...
And when it comes back, there's nothing.
No X-Men. No X-Factor. No Quicksilver.
Just forest. And not the concrete jungle Manhattan thinks it is, but honest to god jungle.
"Scott bloody Summers! If this is yer fault I'll kill ye m'self!"