Age Of Magneto

Damnit, Azazel!

News outlets from all over the country had picked up on the story of Magneto's most trusted followers turning on him. The story hadn't once mentioned most loyal ... but trusted. That word on the reports had caught Azazel's attention. The few that Magneto had trusted could be counted on one hand. And trust was such a slippery thing on that space station.

He'd just pushed away from his table, where he'd been cruising through some rather wealthy and hedonistic women when he caught a glimpse of what was going on. The women around him were easy pickings ... But the news was so much more interesting. Azazel narrowed his eyes as he watched his elusive little feral... not holding close to Stark as he was sure she'd been doing, but instead, standing near to the soldier and the android.

He barely listened to what the reporters were saying, until of course, the footage showed his snarl little pet stabbing one of his favorites of the past decade. He sat up straighter, wondering if she knew who Raven really was. But even that though disappeared when he watched Raven stab her.

His entire body seemed to stand up and pay closer attention, taking only an instant to check the corner of the screen to verify that they were where he thought ... before he quickly excused himself and teleported to the scene.

Azazel let out a snarl of frustration ... not only was his prize gone already, but the clean up had started and anything of any use to him was already being destroyed.

But ... if she was going to try to pretend she was a hero ... he knew he could at least set the stage for a large enough skirmish that the white-hat delusional idiots would be forced to bring her along. Of course, it was easy enough for him to sense the magic that had been used there earlier ... the witch wasn't likely to have even considered leaving her brood, but the Sorcerer from Beecher street ... he was going to be troublesome.

With a twitch of his tail, Azazel teleported to the so-called school in Westchester. It would take a bit of planning, but if all went to plan, he'd know before the next group outing if it was possible to cloak his scent from the sharp noses of the two ferals. The brimstone, he was sure, would be a dead giveaway. But even that was easily avoided, even if it was bothersome to his preferred method of travel. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. Now that he thought about it, he wouldn't be surprised if Lilja had been relying on the brimstone as a tip off. It was a strong enough scent to cover other scents, after all. This ... may be more interesting than he thought.

Even with the little bit of fussing Tony had insisted on doing by calling in Strange - and then by insisting that they needed to spend a few days in bed, the group was doing well together. The combined team's maiden run was well received and so successful, in fact, that it really wasn't long before the whole group was again going out to try and keep the peace. For the most part, it was going pretty well. Though after a few little runs before now, there were more than a few better prepared amateur Magneto supporters that were waiting for them in the crowd. They were dealt with quickly - and though there were some more aggressive types that had given the team a good fight, the outcome was still the same.

Natasha had tried to help, but she couldn't stop the fact that Logan and K ended up once again working in tandem together - and they'd been even more suited to back each other up this time too - which really had only resulted in an even quieter and more tense Wolverine. And this time, it wasn't just Natasha that had noticed. Scott had done a small double take when he saw Logan. Particularly since after a fight like that, it was hard to get Logan that keyed up. Yet ...

"Something go wrong?" Scott asked quietly, which only got a more tight expression from Logan as he shook his head with a grunt. It was enough to get Scott to pause as Logan passed him by, but not enough for Scott to actually say anything further.