After a certain super villain decides to attack the White House, the world has become dangerous for mutants once again. Some aren't bothered, but for others like Diana James, they're the targets of cruel jokes and insults.
And in a time of uncertain...
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Diana grunted as she came to, her body awakening slowly and in much more pain than she was in before she was put to sleep. Her wavy hair fell around beside her head, tossed around and knotted in places that she would dread having to pick out; it also didn't provide much cushion against the hard metal ground she was on.
The mutant sat up slowly and looked around just as Peter jumped up and began yelling about Hank's appearance. The scientist was in his true blue form, the one that he did his best to hide with the medicine that he no longer had access to.
"What? What? What's wrong with you? Is that going to happen to all of us?"
"Don't be an ass," the young woman grumbled. She stood to her feet and wiped away the dust gathered on her jeans. "Not everyone's abilities can be hidden 24/7."
Hank sighed as he looked at his beastly, blue hands, "I just left my meds in the house."
"What happened? Where we are?"
"Hey. Hey!" Raven yelled to no one in particular. At least, that's what Diana thought until a manly figure came up behind one of the glass windows.
"Hello, Mystique."
"Major Stryker." the mutant greeted in a taunting tone.
The name sounded familiar to Diana. Maybe her mother had mentioned him?
"Colonel Stryker. I wouldn't get too close to the wall if I were you. It may create some... discomfort."
He looked around the room just as the mutants did, a hint of a smile on his face. Diana knew by the tone in his voice that this was what he loved doing. Taking and torturing their kind. She had no idea how sick of an individual someone had to be to enjoy that.
Heels skid on the metal floor. "I'm Moira MacTaggert. I'm a senior officer at the CIA."
"I know who you are, agent MacTaggert."
"You cannot keep me here in this..." Moira looked around the chamber, unsure if she could even call it that.
"Actually, I can." Stryker interrupted, eyes boring deeper into the group. "A psychic event just destroyed every nuke from here to Moscow. That event emanated from exactly where we found you. At the home of the world's most powerful psychic. So, you're going to tell me. Where is Charles Xavier?"
"You could've just asked us at the mansion and not dragged us here, asshole!" Diana yelled.
She was fully aware that he could hear her when she spoke regularly, but something within her wouldn't allow her to speak to him in a normal tone. All she wanted to do was scream at him and beat him, if possible.
But what he had said was concerning. Some psychic, like her uncle Charles, destroyed one of the government's most prized weapons and made the source come from the mansion. It had to be connected with the explosion, she just knew it.
