The Runaways stood with Topher in front of them.
Alex: Not another step.
Topher: I got you people tilted, huh? Don't worry, amigos. I'm not gonna hurt you.
Molly: ¿Quién eres tú? Do I know you?
Topher: No, muñeca. Not yet. ¿Cómo te llamas?
Chase: Did you follow her home? 'Cause I'll kick your ass right now.
Topher: Not quite fast enough, lindo.
Alex: Let's ask some questions first.
Topher: Ah, the leader, eh? I'd shake your hand, but it doesn't look like we're there yet.
Alex: Who are you?
Gert: He's an undercover cop. He's gonna bust us and send us back to our parents who'll murder us, or he's just a cold-blooded killer and he's gonna murder us right here, or he's a blackmailer and he's gonna demand money, which we don't have - we will end up murdered.
Topher: Everyone take a deep breath, ok? If you saw a little girl pick up a car, you'd check it out, too.
James: That's true. I am awfully curious.
Topher: Muñeca is a hero, for real.
James: Molly, care to illuminate?
Molly: This guy on the street was messing with this lady, and I tried to talk him out of it... with my fists. I had to protect her.
Gert: You didn't think to mention this to anyone?
Molly: I'm mentioning it now.
Topher: When I heard them talk about the girl with the yellow eyes, I had to check it out. Did I think it would lead me ya a... mansión arruinada?
Molly: He means 'ruined mansion.' It's so poetic.
James: Oh, great. Our home intruder has the soul of a poet.
Topher: Now that I'm here, you gotta give me the name of your decorator 'cause this place is dope as shit!
Nico: Cone of Silence!
A barrier forms around him.
Nico: He can't hear us now. What do we do with him? Discuss.
Chase: Let's get rid of him.
Alex: I'm with Chase.
Karolina: Isn't he just like us? So what? We find safety, then we just abandon everybody else?
Gert: We are Brentwood people.
Molly: That's wrong. Let him stay. The cops aren't even looking for us anymore.
Nico: Who knows if we can trust this kid?
Chase: Yeah. I mean, look at him. He's all-
Karolina: Homeless? Dirty? Hungry?
Molly: Uh, hello? Gert, stand up for this guy.
Gert: In the 100-yard dash between my anxiety and my idealism, I'm ashamed to say my anxiety is winning. I'm a hypocrite. It's official.
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{DISCONTINUED} Marvel's Runaways
FanfictionThis story introduces 'James Smythe' to the group of teens in the Marvel TV show 'Runaways' I do not own any characters in this story