Dove and Dart (Under Extreme Editing)

Missions and Mayhem

Dart:

I got myself up from the couch and moved across the varying sets of limbs stretched out from the team of teenagers arranged on the floor.

The team had taken up card games and poker while we waited between instruction and I had kept to myself, not much of one for betting money away if I couldn’t use violence as a persuading factor.

I not so accidently knocked over Adrian’s pile of chips as I walked past, teleporting quickly out of his reach as he tried to grab my ankle. How typical.

“Hey, where are you going Dart?” Kris was trying her best to hold a poker face as she posed the question, but a smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she stole Josh’s queens and won Go Fish for the thirtieth time that morning.

The team turned and looked at me when Kris spoke up, and I frowned when I felt the five pairs of eyes boring into the back of my head.

“I am going to the restroom if you really must know because, as it turns out Josh, I am human too.” I threw out the snappish comment and opened the handle to the adjoining bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind me, I shut out any remarks the team might have had.

I had made myself quite the loner these days not that that was anything new, but even James had found a new best friend with Wolf Boy, him and Josh collaborating as “team leaders.” So I have become fully isolated by my prickly attitude. It would be nice if we weren’t all required to stay within a certain distance of each other.

I locked the bathroom door and leaned against it. First thing was first, grimacing I turned on the water to the shower in the small bathroom, grimacing when the warm water got my sweatshirt sleeve wet.

I knew the only way to pull of my plan was to have an excuse for me to be in the bathroom for a long time. Thus the very very unbelievable occurrence of the shower. Of course that means I actually have to take a shower to make it believable. I glared in pure hatred at the steady stream of water falling from the shower head.

Without thinking too much about it, I teleported my body out from the confines of the bracelet. It seems the creators totally forgot about my powers when they made those dumb things. I took off the sweatshirt, leaving myself in a plain black t shirt and cargo pants. I slipped into a full length black trench coat that I had stowed in the bathroom cabinet earlier.

I lay the empty bracelet down on the closed toilet seat and almost giggled from the new joy of freedom, almost. Instead I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, only to open them and find myself on top of the Empire State Building.

Considering the Tricarriers were parked in an oversized underwater garage in Washington DC, I was quite happy with how smoothly the jump went. Sometimes my teleports strain my muscles like I hit something while breaking the barrier between time and space.

Looking around I found my culprit. Peter Parker sat on the railing, one leg hanging over the side, the only other person on the roof besides me since it was closed for maintenance. How convenient. It’s not like I had anything to do with the elevator suddenly being on the street in front of the building rather than in the elevator shaft, I was “trapped” on the Tricarrier, remember?

I walked up to Peter, tempted to give him a shove and see if he would risk using his powers without his mask on to save his life.

“You have some questions for me?” He glanced at me, pushing his glasses back into place as he did.

“Yeah. Your father used to do work in bio-tech engineering, right?” I reached into the black trench coat I had on, and grasped at the collection of photos in one of the secret pockets.