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Chapter 126: I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING
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Alice's voice ca through the Null-Suit's speakers. "The X-n have been notified of the situation. Estimated arrival: twelve minutes."
"Good girl," Domino muttered.
Twelve minutes later, Adam arrived.
The Null-Suit's thrusters hollered as he descended through the ruined ceiling, landing in a three-point crouch in the center of the research wing.
He stood, the suit's armor plating retracting, and stepped out in his white suit; immaculate despite everything, spotless because he naturally always has a change of clothes.
The first thing he did was open his arms.
Rogue hit him like a missile, wrapping herself around him, burying her face in his chest.
He held her tight, one arm around her waist, the other cradling her head.
Domino joined a mont later, less dramatic but no less genuine, pressing against his side.
"You two," Adam said, his voice thick with pride and satisfaction, "Are magnificent! My imaginary friends loved the show."
"The shoelace trip? Chef's kiss. The soda machine avalanche? Art. The way you made them fly into Rogue's hands? Poetry."
He squeezed Rogue tighter. "I'm so proud of you. Both of you. You're everything I hoped you'd be and more."
Rogue mumbled sothing unintelligible into his chest.
Adam patted her head. "What's that? You want to make a joke about how we're going to need a lot of bleach for these mories? Done."
"You want to tell the children that the monsters are gone and the only thing left to fear is my cooking? Said and done. You want to..."
"Adam," Domino interrupted, but she was smiling.
He released them and turned to face the cells.
The children watched him with those hollow, haunted eyes. Adam's expression softened; not into pity, which they didn't need, but into sothing akin to amusent.
He crouched down to their level.
"Hey, little ones," He said gently. "My na's Adam. I know you've been through so really, really bad things. Things no one should ever have to go through."
"But here's the good news: the bad people are gone. They're never coming back. And the people who are coming to help you; they're the best people."
"They've got a big plane and a school and a lady who can control the weather, a boy who can control ice. A laser shooter. A grumpy old man, yeah, that's a superpower."
He grinned. "Also, I make really good burritos. When you're feeling better, you should try one."
"They're so good they'll make you forget your own na. Which, co to think of it, might be a problem if you need to rember your na. But we'll cross that bridge when we co to it."
A few of the smaller children giggled. It was a weak sound, fragile, but it was sothing.
[I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING.]
["The only thing left to fear is my cooking." He actually shittalked his own cooking, multiple tis! Narcissism defeated.]
[The shift from slaughter to comfort is MASTERFUL.]
[Why does he love Burritos so much? Is it because they shape like cocks?]
[????] [Burritos are just the fucking best man.]
[Eh, overrated.]
[Burrito blasphemy will not be tolerated!!] [ 1] [ 1] [ 1]
The Blackbird arrived with theatrical speed, its stealth systems disengaging as it hovered above the facility.
Within minutes, X-n were flooding through the breached ceilings; Storm leading the way, her white hair streaming behind her, followed by Nightcrawler and Iceman and a dical team led by Jean Grey.
Adam imdiately launched himself at them for hugs.
"Ororo! Beautiful as always! Bobby! Still frozen! Kurt! Missed your tail!" He wrapped his arms around each of them in turn, his enthusiasm undimd by the grim surroundings.
Storm extracted herself from his embrace with patient amusent. "Adam. How did you find this place? What's your secret? If we knew your thods, we could help more; we're always happy to save mutants."
Adam shrugged. "Trade secrets. But you don't have to worry; I'll keep needing your help, and I'll keep asking for it. You're not getting rid of that easily."
Storm's expression shifted to sothing more serious. "Charles used Cerebro after your ssage. He confird everything. He's already contacted Nick Fury; S.H.I.E.L.D. is en route."
She studied his face. "You don't look surprised."
"Nick and I have an understanding," Adam said. "I was planning to loop him in anyway. But you all get priority. Always."
He gestured at the cells. "Mutant children first. S.H.I.E.L.D. can handle the rest of the cleanup and the non-mutant kids."
He didn't ntion the Hydra infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. He didn't need to; Fury knew.
And after the Cypher Conference, after the global exposure, Hydra was too wary of Adam's unpredictability to risk obvious moves.
They'd be cautious. They'd wait. And while they waited, the children would be saved.
It was enough.
The X-n set to work, freeing children, providing dical aid, offering comfort.
Adam watched for a mont, stroking his chin as if contemplating sothing, before sothing pinged in his awareness.
His brow rose. His expression shifted; surprise, then delight, then sothing almost like appetite.
"I have to go," He said abruptly.
Domino looked up. "What? Now?"
"Now." He was already moving toward the Null-Suit. "Sothing ca up. Sothing very urgent."
He climbed into the armor, the plates sealing around him. "Domino, you're in charge here. Make sure the kids get to safety. Tell the rest I said goodbye and that I'll call them later. Tell Fury..." He paused. "Tell him I'll be in touch."
The thrusters ignited.
He was gone before anyone could respond, a streak of black and white against the sky, heading east. Toward the Balkan region. Toward Transia.
Today, it seed, was a very lovely day.
[Transia! That's where; OH. OH. WANDA? ]
[Wait, wait! He's visiting Wanda!? Yahooo!]
[Nooooo! Stay away from my imaginary wife!!!]
[Tf!? Self-aware nerd!??] [...] [...] [...] [...]
[The way his expression changed... Is this bastard just watching people everywhere?]
[True, he is a true perv, like imagine the power level of a creep that has technopathy!? Insane!!] [...]
There, nestled in the Transian hills like a wound in the earth, was a village; small, isolated, and clinging to traditions that had outlived their usefulness by centuries.
Its inhabitants were farrs and shepherds, their lives asured in seasons and superstitions, their world bounded by the nearest mountain peaks.
In the center of this village, chaos reigned.
Flas still licked at the charred remains of a barn, sending columns of smoke into the grey sky.
Villagers had ford a rough semicircle, their faces twisted with fear and rage, their hands clutching pitchforks, axes, whatever weapons they could find.
At the point of their accusation stood two figures; a boy and a girl, seeming to be in their early twenties or late teens, their backs against the burning wreckage.
Pietro Maximoff was a young man, with silver-white hair that stood out like a beacon and eyes that darted everywhere at once, calculating angles of escape that didn't exist.
His body has potential; speed that would one day make him one of the fastest beings on Earth; but now, in this mont, he was just a scared kid trying to protect his sister.
Wanda Maximoff was younger, with the sa unusual hair and eyes that held depths far beyond her years, except in her case, her hair was exquisite auburn.
Those eyes were wide with terror, fixed on the mob before her.
Her hands trembled, and around those hands, faint wisps of crimson energy flickered; uncontrolled, unpredictable, the source of the fire that had consud the barn and the reason these people wanted her dead.
She can not control it, so she doesn't want to use it against innocents and was, in fact, so nervous and fearful that her powers were failing her call.
"Witch!" A man scread, his face purple with rage. "Scarlet Witch! She brought demons among us!"
"Burn her!" Another voice joined. "Burn the witch like she burned Klaus's barn!"
"We should have known!" an old woman shrieked, pointing a gnarled finger. "The strange hair! The unnatural eyes! They're not of this world!"
Pietro stepped in front of his sister, his slight fra a useless shield against the mob. "She didn't an to! It was an accident! She can't control it..."
"Control?" The man with the pitchfork laughed, ugly and an. "Dark magic can't be controlled, boy! Only cleansed!"
The mob moved forward.
Pietro tensed, ready to do sothing; anything; even if it ant throwing himself at them in a futile gesture of protection.
Wanda sobbed behind him, her chaos energy flickering brighter, threatening to erupt again and make everything worse...
BOOM.
Sothing hit the earth between the mob and the twins with the force of a teor.
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