Flying Free: My Hero Evolution Wings of Change (X-Men/My hero crossover)

Chapter 34: A Shit Storm

"What a dump. This place is awesome. Why are we here again?" Twice asks as Dabi hails a cab outside the bustling airport.

"Shut up and keep your head down. We don't want to draw attention."

A cab screeches to a halt, barely missing the car parked in front of it. Dabi and Twice, squinting from the setting sun, climb inside. "And as for why we're here, let's just say I don't want to be surprised anymore about Number 2's little friends."

"Where to?" the cab driver interjects.

"2000 Graymalkin Lane in Westchester County, NY." Dabi rasps.

"No can do, buddy. Unless you live in a treehouse on Xavier's property. And it's going to be dark when you get there. Xavier doesn't like nighttime visitors."

Dabi drops into his seat. "Your job is take me where I want to go. I pay you when we arrive. End of transaction."

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Returning from their late night training, Hawks and his shadow swoop towards Hawks' bedroom balcony railing as silently as two owls.

"You're definitely improving, but you still need to work on your aerial combat."

"Understood. Dark Shadow and I will work harder."

"We'll practice more tomorrow. I'm beat and have a bed calling my name." Hawks says. "You need sleep, too. We can't have you dead to world tomorrow."

"Yes, Sensei. See you in the morning then."

Hawks' wings sway in the fresh spring air. Sensei, Hawks thinks. I've never experienced respect like that before. Hawks' thoughts are interrupted by headlights behind him illuminating the dark. Peering between his wings, he watches a cab making a u-turn away from the gates. Quickly the lights vanish and the mansion falls dark again. Hawks eyes narrow uneasily.

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"I don't know, something's just not right about him." Scott replies, grasping at the nearly-out-of reach racquetball Rogue had just served.

"Like what?" She responds, returning his volley.

"He just- GAH" Scott smacks the racquetball, which ricochets off the wall and wisps by Rogue's head in a near miss.

"Geez, don't take it out on the ball. Seriously what's your beef with him?"

"His following. I mean, he and Kitty were in a heap of shit when we showed up. You were injured trying to help him. Am I the only person who sees this?!" Scott winds up to deliver another earth shattering blow to the innocent racquetball but whiffs, falling to the hardwood floor. Looking up, he sees the ball still suspended in the air.

"What the hell was that, Rogue?!"

"Dude, note taken, I'm never playin' this with ya when you're mad. Let's get out of here before ya kill me."

As Rogue and Scott pack up their gear and walk out of the racquetball court, Scott continues.

"I just- I get this feeling that they're going to come after him here. How do we know what happened In Japan wasn't a setup? The last thing we need is a double agent."

"Oh, come on, Scott. Does this have anything to do with Jean?"

"No, the dude is a jerk and anywhere he goes, one of us ends up hurt."

"So when he saved your life- that was him being a jerk?"

"Why do I have to keep explaining myself? How am I the only one who sees it?!"

"Wow, I didn't realize how late it got." Rogue says peering out the window as they leave the courts, hoping to change the subject. Unphased, Scott continues his bantering.