𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒚 |An Avenger/X-Men Crossover|ON HOLD

III - Escape

Before we left my cell, we grabbed some files on me lying on the table. They could help understand what happened to me, since I wasn't that sure myself.

Out in the hallway, Weapon X left a trail of bloody, battered bodies behind him. The sight obviously revolted my companions, which gave me an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach because the gore didn't bother me at all. Often, I was the one creating it.

We managed to find the room in which the others were held without incident. Their cell was well secured from the inside, but Scott easily broke through the door with his laser-beams. I'd guessed right about his mutation, he could shoot lasers from his eyes.

Four people rushed out of the cell, two males and two females. They all looked fairly young. I quickly assessed them.

One female was serious and professional-looking, with short brown hair, dressed in some kind of business suit. The other was the opposite. She had dirty blond hair, a black leather jacket, and tight jeans. She reminded me of a biker. The first male was blue, like Kurt, except that he was also furry. Like a beast. He was an odd sight. The second wore a shirt with the word 'RUSH' written on it, and I had no idea what it meant. On top of it was a silver jacket that matched his same-coloured hair.

"We know where the Professor is," Jean declared as they climbed out of the hole in the door.

"And I think we might have a way out of here," Scott added.

"Well you've been busy," Biker-Girl remarked.

"We uh, had a little help." Help, as in Weapon X got rid of all the guards for them.

Blue-Beast pointed to me. I was standing quietly behind Jean and Scott, wings tucked in but probably still showing. "Who's she?"

"This is... um, actually, what is your name anyway?" Scott asked.

I didn't have a name, and I didn't want to talk to these people. Thankfully, Jean spoke up before I could.

"She doesn't have one," she answered for me. "She's with us."

"Let's go!" Scott called before anyone else could say anything.

And so we followed Scott down the halls, where Kurt accidentally teleported in front of him, startling him. "Woah, Jesus!"

"Sorry!"

After a couple of minutes, we entered a large dark room. Once the lights turned on, we could see the jet in front of us. We each grabbed a flight suit after Blue-Beast claimed he could fly it.

"You have your warplane, let's go to war," Biker-Girl said to Blue-Beast.

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The uneasy atmosphere never left once we were in the air. I was seated in between Jean and Silver-Boy. Everyone was tense, except Silver-Boy, who was chewing loudly on a piece of gum, seeming completely relaxed.

"Okay, so we're not going to talk about the random girl who decided to join us?" Silver-Boy was the one to break the silence.

"She needed help getting out of there too. The Professor told me we needed to help her," Jean explained.

"And you're sure we can trust her?" asked Serious-Girl.

"Yes, I'm sure." Jean rolled her eyes. "I think some introductions are needed." She smirked at me. Of course she could hear my nicknames, but that didn't bother me; I had to call them something!

So I learned that Blue-Beast was actually Hank McCoy, alias Beast. My nickname for him was pretty close to his actual nickname. He had enhanced intelligence, reflexes, agility and strength. Biker-Girl's name was Raven Darkholme, alias Mystique. I'd heard my handlers say that name before. She was a shape-shifter, I think. Serious-Girl was Moira McTaggert, a non-mutant and CIA agent. Finally, Silver-Boy's real name was Peter Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver. His mutation was super-speed.

After this first acquaintance, everyone became silent again. Only the roaring of the engine and annoying sound of chewing gum remained. Moira and Hank were piloting the plane towards where Jean said the Professor was.

Colonel Stryker most probably knew of my escape by now. Losing two Assets in one day wasn't good for business, I imagined. He, along with HYDRA, would undoubtedly search for me everywhere until they found me. I wouldn't be able to stay with these people for long, no matter whether they thought they could protect me. It wasn't me I was worried about.

It was them.

HYDRA would find me and kill whoever helped me hide. I was putting them in danger by staying too long. They were obviously good people, they didn't need the trouble.

Jean frowned at me. I expected her to talk to me telepathically, to reassure me, but she didn't, which I was grateful for. She saw in my head, she knew I was right.

Several minutes passed without a word being spoken. Finally, Jean started a conversation.

"Were you scared? That day in D.C, were you scared?" She directed her question towards Raven. I didn't understand at first, but Jean showed me what she saw on television that day and I got the idea.

"No." Long pause. "But I was scared on my first mission. I was on a plane like this with my friends, about your age." Raven smiled like she was recalling a dear memory. "We called ourselves the 'X-Men'."

Everyone listened carefully. She turned towards Scott. "Your brother was there. We used to call Havoc. He was a real handful but, when it came down to it he was very brave."

"What happened to the rest of the kids that were with you, the 'X-Men'?" asked Kurt.

"Hank and I are the only ones left," she answered. "I couldn't save the rest of them. I told you I'm not a hero."

"Well you're a hero to us," Jean declared. "Seeing you that day on TV changed my life."

"Mine too," Kurt agreed.

"Mine too," Peter stated. "I mean I still live in my mom's basement but you know, pfft, everything else is... it's pretty much the same. I'm a total loser."

His little speech successfully lightened everyone's mood and made most of them laugh a bit. I didn't though, and I could feel Peter staring at me quizzically. I ignored him.

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