Age Of Magneto

Spider-Boy And The X-Men

In the days and weeks following Captain America's horrible press, attacks on mutants and humans rose exponentially. There were raids all over the country, and trouble was even starting to uptick on a global scale - though for as hot as it was stateside, neither the Brotherhood or the X-Men had time to consider other parts of the world.

The raid in Queens had been a particularly nasty one, and though the MRD had shown up - and been subsequently slaughtered by both Brotherhood and civilians alike - some of the collateral was harsh. Entire neighborhoods were burning, and K stood in the center of the street simply watching the mess unfold fully. She never wanted any part of this. Taking out the department, sure ... but this?

The rest of Magneto's closest followers were spread throughout the borough wreaking havoc and outright murdering as many humans as they could come across, but K was already tired of the loud disaster they were making. She much preferred to move in the darkness and tactically strike silently whenever possible toward those that deserved it but this ... this was anything but. This was the equivalent of carpet bombing with napalm and white phosphorus. And she wasn't taking part.

She had managed to keep her new black and purple uniform mostly clean - it was a point she prided herself on, after all - and as she turned to a section of the neighborhood that Magneto had dropped a sentinel on top of, she had to pause. Someone very small was softly crying in the wreckage.

K looked up into the sky to see where Erik was ... and huffed to herself when she realized he was already several blocks down and not paying attention to anything around him. "Typical," she muttered before she ran her hands over her uniform to clear off whatever near invisible debris might be on her and smooth the fabric out before she started to approach one of the houses that was at least partly standing.

She frowned when she saw the scene up close. A brown haired man was crushed under the robot, and she paused on seeing his face. This was no mistake ... Erik had targeted this house. He had to have. This man ... was a scientist and a spy for SHIELD.

"Richard Parker," K said to herself, frowning harder before she again found her gaze searching the skies for Erik.

They didn't know much about the Parkers. Only that they'd been working for SHIELD, though to what capacity, they hadn't gotten the intel for. In fact, it was something K was supposed to find out when she made her raid on the Helicarrier and Fury's office a little later that month when the ship was set to dock and refuel. That on its own had her growling in the back of her throat. But the simple fact that she once again heard the sound of someone small ... sobbing somewhere in the destroyed house had her flat out pissed off.

She pulled Parker out of the way so she could start working her way through the wreckage, looking and listening for any kind of sound that would lead her to the kid. The kid. That was another detail that they'd needed to KNOW before deciding what to do with Parker.

The house was exactly what she'd expected of a stick built home after a sentinel fell on it, and after she'd shimmied through a few very tight spots, she positively froze when she saw the source of the crying. A little boy, not more than four was tugging on his mother's hand underneath a broken beam that had once supported the roof of their home. The woman of course, was beyond help, but the little guy ...

K crawled closer to them and tried to go easy with him. "Hey little fella, we gotta get you out of here," she said as dust swirled down around them. The place was totally trashed, and there was no way that this kid was going to live if she didn't pull him out, but naturally, he didn't want to leave his mother.

She got as close as she could and double checked, but ... Mary Parker never really had a chance. K gently pulled the little boy over and wrapped him up in a tight hug, shushing him until he more or less snuggled in and then she very quickly started to work her way out of the destroyed home. There were a few spots she had to cut through since she was bringing the little boy with her, but, she worked fast, and when she got to the street, it was about all she could do to not growl when she saw the flicker of Erik's cape an entire neighborhood over.