I glance around, looking at everybody around me. I may have overheard Steve talking to Thor about a possible Mystique sighting and it's possible I may have decided to follow the lead on my own without telling anyone where I was going.
I glance around the old train station; it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. People are walking up and down past the dull unwashed walls and onto other platforms. I look up at the timetable, the next train is in twenty-two minutes.
I ended up discovering how to disable my tracker, so if Tony checks it, it should tell him I'm in my bedroom. He's a technological genius so I'm sure he can figure out another way to find me, but if all goes well, I should be back before anyone's bothered to check in on me. The chance of Mystique still being here is slim, she probably did whatever she came for and is already on her way back home, but I still had to check it out. If there is even a five percent chance of Mystique being here, I owe it to all the people I killed to check it out.
My eyes widen as I see an old lady with a suitcase. Is there a bomb in that suitcase? Times like this I wish I had a suit like Tony's, that could me save a lot of lives. I never desired Ashton's powers of x-ray vision but I would love to have it now.
I walk slowly after her, looking at the ground and placing my hands in my pockets. I glance up, the hairs of the back of my neck rising as I see the old lady looking at me. My heart stops for a second and my head begins to pound.
She walks into the bathroom. I quicken my steps if there is a bomb in that suitcase then seconds count. There's a sign on the door. Out of order. I raise an eyebrow; did she know I was coming? Maybe it's a part of the plan. I push the door and walk in. The bathroom is empty, the only person standing on the white tiles is Mystique.
"Mystique" I say, she's transformed back into her normal blue appearance. I walk over, snatching the suitcase and opening it. It's empty. I step back, looking around. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to run, that this is a trap I was stupid enough to run into. A toilet stall opens and my heart sinks as I see Scarlett again.
"Did you seriously think I wouldn't tell Mystique about you?" Scarlett says coming and standing next to Mystique. A foolish part of me did hope she'd keep the fact I was alive and helping the avengers a secret, but the realistic side of me knew Scarlett would tell Mystique the minute she arrived back home after our encounter.
"I don't know anything about you anymore except for the fact you're a psychotic bitch" I snap, Scarlett folds her arms across her chest and Mystique smiles at the remark.
"Says the girl who bombed a building when she was eight" Mystique says calmly. I clench my fists, I should walk away while I still can, but Mystique needs to be stopped, the x-men need her for their plans, they wouldn't be as powerful if she wasn't there. I ignore the taunt, I'm not here to rehash on my past.
"You're not going to keep hurting people and turning children into weapons for your pathetic desire to rule, I'm going to stop you" I declare, a circle of fire is instantly around Mystique. I close my eyes, focusing and a gush of wind pushes Scarlett away from Mystique and she goes flying into the wall. She hits the ground with a thud. Scarlett will transform into an animal and attack me, she knows breaking my concertation will get rid of the fire, she knows all my strengths and weaknesses as I do hers.
"You're not a threat to me and neither are the stupid avengers" Mystique replies. "If you agree to come back with us, I'll consider letting you live." Yeah, she'll let me live after she tortures me and twists my mind so I'm willing to work with the x-men again and believe they're the good guys.
"If the avengers aren't a threat to you, why are you getting innocent kids to fight your battles?" I point out, she is obviously a bit afraid of the avengers. She sent two fifteen-year-olds to kill iron man instead of going herself. I can't believe how stupid I was, thinking it was some big honour.

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Beautiful Ruins
Azione"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...