Time Changer

Chapter 11 (2/4): Kidnappers of the Revolutionaries ft. the British

The last time we left these idiots, we found out that half of the national congress, has come to 2017!

Day 9

Max wasted no time in grabbing the knife off of the floor, the weapon encrusted with most likely Max's blood, if the gash on her hand had any indication, and the girl rushed forward, only to be stopped by a snap of fingers as a door swung open.

A bright light was emitted, blinding the occupants of the room for a moment as they got adjusted to it, and a teen- slightly shorter than Max- with brown skin and hair sticking to his sweat induced forehead, walked forward with some force as of his struggling, and Max gaped at the boy.

He locked eyes with her, his blue eyes enlarging as well, before zoning in on the man next to her and growling. Hamilton thinks he would have said something, if he didn't have a gag in his mouth.

Once Max got over her shock, she turned back to the man with a stare so full of hate that Alexander was surprised he didn't break his calm cascade by dropping dead at her feet.

"Let. Him. Go." she growled, and Laurens didn't miss the look she gave to him, as if an indicator to do something, and he nudged Hamilton.

"Get your revolver out." he said loud enough that only he and the others could hear it, as the other members of the room stared at the show that Max was putting on with Eugene, and he pressed the coms.

"Laurens?" Wanda asked, her voice one of worry. "What is going on?"

"We are trapped in the tower." he whispered, and he noticed one of the guards look at him before shifting his gun and looking back to the front. "And we found Adams and the others."

"Others?" the Witch asked incredulously, and he heard her tell something to Vision. Despite not knowing anything, she said, "They're on their way." and with that, Laurens surged forward.

And then he stopped, blinking slowly and looking around wildly, as the whole room seemed to still completely and utterly. Max was in mid punch with another guard, as she had started fighting. The teen that Laurens had seen earlier, was out of his restraints, and was surging-mid-forward. The other guys were watching with wide and curious eyes, and the man who must be Adams glared. He looked back to his boyfriend and- what could be considered- friends, and Alexander looked like he was shooting a guard, with the way his arm was raised and finger on the trigger, while Lafayette, Jefferson, and Madison were surging towards the six Travelers, and obvious intent to get to them before all hell broke loose.

He gaped, looking around wildly, until he was reminded of something Pietro had said.

"It's like all time stops, but not completely, since everything is still happening. And it might be what could be considered normal to everybody else, but not to me." he had said during a discussion of his powers, which Washington had surprisingly started.

He gasped, and then everything went to normal, Laurens having to dodge a speeding bullet heading straight towards Hamilton, who dodged just in time.

He stared at his hands for a moment, before gripping them and punching an oncoming attacker.

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"Where are they?" Tony asked upon entering the lab set up in the carrier. He had his mask off, looking at the map with his arms crossed.

"They were in their tower, but some got split up, but Clint went to go look for him, so Pietro followed him like the love sick idiot he is."

"This isn't the time for jokes, Wanda." he said reproachfully, and at the exact same time Pietro said, 'I heard that!' on the other line, exasperated.

Wanda sighed through her nose, going towards the monitors once more.

"I mean," she started after a moment, still looking at the screens, "we lost contact over fifteen minutes ago, and before that, Laurens was the one that had called, and he sounded worried."

After another moment of silence, she cursed under her breath, and Tony turned to face the robot in the room, who was typing something onto the computer.

"Merde." she said, and Tony turned just in time to see Jason and Max's names flash on, then off again, and the rest of the team- he thinks, considering they were other red (life) dots- are separated. "Were going to have to rescue in different places, as well." (Dammit)

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"Max?!" Jason shouted over the chaos, trying to find his binder-wearing girlfriend. They had both been side-by-side a moment ago, where did she go?

He just got her back, dammit, he can't lose her again.

A loud screech came from behind him, and he looked to see Maxine throwing a knife at the knee of a mam, making him scream and buckle to the ground.

She looked over, seeing Jason and yelling "GET DOWN" before bounding over a ducking Jason and punching a man that had just fired a firearm near Jason's head, effectively knocking him out with a downward sweeping kick and punch to the nose.

"Thanks." he muttered when she offered him a hand.

She gave him a look that said "really?" before dashing towards one of the others- Madison- and throwing a dagger that she had in her suit towards the gun directed towards James' head.

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Things only plummeted into more shit.

Four team members were completely off the fucking charts, Max's team had gotten separated, and where the hell were Clint and Pietro?

Maxine was currently running through the halls with Jefferson, Jason, Hamilton, and Laurens, franticly searching for their lost companions- any of them; Max would even take Tony or Pietro at this point.

She backed up on instinct when she saw a door directly in front of her face, making the following slam into her back.

"Watch it!" she growled, elbowing Laurens in the arm.

She looked up at the door, seeing a key card slot lighting up in a blue hue.

"Bingo!" she heard Jason say, before he handed it to her.

She smiled at him, sliding it downwards in the slot.

She held up a hand when she put her hand on the handle.

"Be ready for anythin'." and her southern accent stepped in once more as she turned the handle and gripped her gloves between her hands.

The room was in a lazy light, making Max on alert as her and the quartet stepped into the room.

As soon as she got to what seemed to be the middle, she looked around, and the door slammed, as fire sprouted from where Laurens and Hamilton were standing, making the two back up in a hurry.