A Vigilantes Story

Passion And Worries

Maximus Romanoff

⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️

It was a normal Saturday. Or was it?

I stood at the kitchen counter, my eyes glued to the flickering screen of my phone. The early morning light barely penetrated the dusty panes of the window above the sink, casting a pale glow over the cluttered space. My fingers danced over the glass, navigating through the digital world with a grace that belied my physical limitations. My black hair was disheveled from a restless night's sleep. The house around me, a relic of a bygone era, groaned with the weight of the years, a silent witness to the comings and goings of the peculiar inhabitants it sheltered.

Newt ambled into the room, his bare feet silent on the worn wooden floorboards. The smell of pine and earth clung to him, a lingering scent from his nocturnal escapades. He paused at the sight of me, curiosity piqued at the intensity of my gaze.

"What's got you up so early, Max?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate with the very air around him. Newt's presence was always commanding, even when unintended, a side effect of his shapeshifting abilities and the power he wielded.

I didn't look up from the screen. "I couldn't sleep," I murmured, tapping the surface of the phone with my thumb. "Too much on my mind."

My eyes narrowed as I read through the encrypted message that had arrived in the dead of night, a message that could only mean one thing: trouble was brewing on the horizon, and it was coming for them. The house, a sanctuary for those with extraordinary abilities like themselves, was about to be tested once more.

Newt, ever observant, noticed the tension in my shoulders and the way my hand tightened around the phone. He knew me well enough to recognize when something was amiss.

"What is it?" he pressed, taking a step closer. The kitchen chair creaked under his weight as he pulled it out and sat down, his eyes never leaving me.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping slightly. "It's from Riley," I finally said, turning the phone so that Newt could see the screen. "There's been an incident in the city. Someone's using abilities to rob banks. It's not the first time, but it's getting more brazen. And..." I trailed off, my eyes flickering to the bottom of the message.

Newt leaned in, reading the text with a furrowed brow. "They've requested backup?" His voice was tinged with surprise. Riley was usually so self-reliant, so stoic in the face of danger. We didn't know her for that long, but the desperation in the message was unmistakable.

I nodded, my jaw set. "We can't ignore this. If we don't help, who will?" I looked up at Newt, my brown eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "We need to get ready."

Newt stood, his movements fluid despite his size. He stretched, the muscles beneath his skin rippling like water, hinting at the power coiled within him. "Let's wake the others," he said, his voice now a decisive rumble. "We can't have rogue elements drawing attention to us."

I nodded in agreement and we started to move through the house, our footsteps echoing through the hallowed halls. The first door they approached was Riley's, but they found it open, the room empty. The bed was made, but the scent of her lingering in the air suggested she had been up for some time. We exchanged a knowing look. It was normal for her door to be open, it was mere instinct.

We continued on, heading towards Hope's room. My sister had always been the more cautious of the two, preferring the safety of their secluded home to the chaos of the city. I tapped gently on the door, not wanting to startle her. "Hope," I called softly. "We've got a situation."