Tom Hardy Imagines

•Bronson• ¤ new mutants crossover¤

Nothing interested Charlie Bronson. Not here in the funny factory. He spent his days being troublesome to the guards and other patients to amuse himself. He spent his mornings being tackles and sedated and shoved in an arm chair in the common area until it would wear off in the afternoon where he was good for a couple of hours before repeating the same routine. But one day was different than the others. They caught his eye. 5 new patients being led into the common room with these funny black and bulky collars around their necks with blinking red lights on them. He immediately was intrigued. Most of them seemed to be quiet and melancholy except one. A girl. She was firey and very troublesome for the guards. He laughed amused. And when she finally sat herself down in a corner by herself he moved towards her. "Fuck off." Was the first sentence out of her mouth when he asked her what her name was. He picked up on the Russian accent right away. But her attitude pissed him off. "You, yeah, are a right cunt. All I'm trying to do is be polite, yeah, and ask you what your name is." He growled out. She finally looked up at him with a look of annoyance. "And I said to fuck off. Or are you fucking deaf big man?" She asked angrily. He let out a breath of disbelief at the balls the girl had. "Look little girl, I don't usually hurt women, but there's a first fucking time to everything isn't there you bitch?" She slowly stood. "Yeah? Why don't you try it. I'll sever your hands from their wrists and then shove them up your ass." She said with a deadly serious expression. And now he was truly intrigued. But before he could open his mouth to say something else he was interrupted. "Rasputin! Bronson! Disperse! Now!" The guard demanded, coming forward with his night stick. Knowing how Bronson was with authority. But surprisingly he put his hands up and stepped away. "Alright sunshine. Let's see how long you fucking last in here yeah?" He chuckled and went back to his arm chair as she sat back down and went back to her drawing. But the next day is what really had Bronsons attention. And in that moment he knew he wasn't gonna just leave her alone. Not anymore. Not after what he saw. She was drawing on the floor again, alone. When another person with one of those weird collars stood over her. They seemed to argue. Getting louder and louder until she had the other girl backed against one of the tables. And in an instant blink of an eye, her eyes glowed a bright blue, a clanking was heard as her left arm began to materialize metal armor and soon she was holding a glowing blue sword. It took her two steps forward, and with a war cry she lifted the sword and brought it down in time to hit a red barrier that seemed to be protecting the other girl.