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ax_mainAfter the Brotherhood debrief, Fatale tries to get more out of Pyro, then takes him back to the crime scene for a little basking in destruction.
Pyro walked out of that debrief unsure what to think. Eileen was still in there, presumably getting chewed out for blabbing, and that much he totally supported. Spilling stuff to an unknown group? Not her brightest moment. He probably wouldn't tell her that, though; he didn't want to risk her taking it out on him. He had already felt, first hand, how unpleasant that could be, after pissing her off within their first week of working together.
He was such a people person.
No, he was more curious about the way Magneto had hummed thoughtfully at the news of the other team of Mutant Teens United out there. He'd gotten that look on his face like he might have known more than he was saying, and Pyro really was curious. Not just because that cute blonde had checked out his fire, either - although it didn't hurt.
Ah, whatever. He watched the twins head off together and turned back to the rec room to find himself face to face with the girl who proved that being blue and batshit did not mean you couldn't be hot as shit.
"Hey, 'Tal," he smirked at her, because smirking was pretty much his default.
"Hey." Fatale returned his smirk with one of her own, though her eyes were shadowed after listening to the debriefing. The Right. The boss had sent them after the fucking Right, and not only sent taken her, but hadn't even told her up front. Granted, there hadn't been anyone there to kill, but...damnit, now she was all edgy and didn't have anything to do with it.
"So, you got to burn the place down?" she asked, figuring Pyro'd be happy to elaborate. Maybe hearing about it all going up in flames would help.
Pyro's smirk widened into a brief smile at the thought of that fire, and he nodded. "Didn't get to stay for the whole show, though," he added. He'd have loved to watch and feel it burn all the way down. "Fucking party crashers. But yeah. Least that place deserved."
"No shit. I'm guessing you didn't get pictures?" Pictures would have been cool.
"Sorry," he replied with a brief grimace. Not that fires were anything close to as satisfying in a picture as in real life, even without his power set. And then, because he still remembered the previous facility they'd raided, he had to ask, "How're you doing?"
He could, on occasion, give half a shit about people, shut up. She probably wouldn't welcome the question, but on the odd chance that she would, he had to ask.
"Oh, I'm just fine," Fatale countered sarcastically. "Just so thrilled that the boss didn't send me along." Fine, maybe it wasn't the kind of mission she could do much for, but still. Part of her would have loved to see the place go down.
The other part wanted to go curl up in a ball in a fucking closet somewhere. But Flameboy didn't need to know that.
"Guess he works in mysterious ways," Pyro replied with a shrug. He didn't really tend to question Magneto. The old guy knew what he was about, and Pyro trusted that, and him. (First time for everything.) "It's not like we got to stick around and enjoy it, if that makes it any better."
"Yeah, well, he coulda been a little less mysterious this time." Pam wrinkled her nose, then sighed. The boss had his reasons, always, and bitching about them wasn't going to change a damn thing. "Whatever. That does make it better, some. What's the story about the geeks you ran into there?"
"No clue," Pyro replied with a shake of his head. "The boss wasn't all that surprised, but he won't tell us much, so..." He shrugged. "More mysteriousness, I guess. With a Q wannabe on top."
Fatale made a face, then paused and grinned. "Well, seeing as it's all over? You wanta go see what's left of the building? Maybe something's still burning." It beat the hell out of standing around here thinking about it, anyway. And maybe she'd sleep better if she saw there wasn't anything left.
"It's probably crawling with cops and firefighters by now," Pyro replied, and smirked. "Not that that's a reason not to go." On the contrary, in case anything hadn't finished burning because firefighters had gotten there in time, he really should finish the job. Discreetly.
"We really should make sure," Fatale agreed, smirking back. "Pretty sure the boss would want us to be thorough, right?"
"It's all about doing our job well," Pyro confirmed with a nod. He triggered the device strapped to his forearm with a flick of his wrist, just to check that it was still producing a small flame, then let it die immediately. "Let's go."
Fatale nodded and opened a portal where she'd originally sent the team, just outside the facility's fence, then stepped through, holding it open for Pyro. And smiled as she looked at the ruins of the buildings that had, apparently, hosted The Right's Torture Center, Take Two. "Nice," she decided. Granted, there were police and firemen mulling around, just like he'd predicted, but there was still a nice layer of smoke hanging over the scene despite their best efforts. "You do all this damage?"
"Only got it started," Pyro replied, smiling at the faint hum of embers coming from the ruins. Fire was capable of doing a lot of damage on its own, because fire was the fucking best, but there had been more devastation here than fire alone could manage. Somebody else had helped finish the job. He focused on the embers and pushed. Not all of them caught fire again, but a few did, small fires he could feel developing inside his chest, which was the best feeling in the world. And now it was easy, fire spreading unnaturally fast.
The firefighters looked a bit like headless chickens, the way they were running around, trying to figure out what to do with the sudden, rapid fire that wasn't behaving like it should.
Pyro was smirking as the flames grew, licking at the remains of the building, forcing people to run back towards the trucks. "Kinda like that."
Fatale laughed. "Nice," she confirmed as a blaze burst up suddenly, and the flatscans ran around, trying to figure out why. As she stood watching, though, her grin gradually faded. "They got out, though. Which means they'll set up somewhere else."
"They live to be roasted another day," Pyro agreed, looking away from the fire to watch her. His tone was more serious as he told her, "We'll get them."
"I thought I got them last time." So much for that. The dickheads apparently hadn't all been there.
"They're like cockroaches." He shrugged. "We'll manage to get them all eventually. Magneto knows what he's doing - and making us do."
"Yeah, I know," Fatale acknowledged. "It just sucks."
"Yeah," Pyro agreed. "World sucks. Up to us to make it a better place." And in the meantime, there was always fire.
"Speaking of making things better." Pushing thoughts of the Right into the box where she normally stored them, Fatale turned towards Pyro and grinned expectently. "I think we were talking before you left about you being able to ask nicer?"
Pyro looked back at her with a slow smirk. "Hey, I can even say 'please' and everything."
"That, I definitely wanta hear." Fatale squirmed her arm through his and opened another portal. Alex wouldn't give a fuck. He knew who she'd be sleeping with tonight. At the end of the day, that was the thing that mattered.
Pyro didn't give a second's thought to Havok. They were two consenting teenagers, and he wasn't the one fucking the other boy, so it wasn't his problem.
Besides, fire was a hell of a turn-on. It was almost a shame, leaving it behind, and he glanced back at it as he let Fatale draw him through her portal. Sex would be a great end to that night.
Pyro walked out of that debrief unsure what to think. Eileen was still in there, presumably getting chewed out for blabbing, and that much he totally supported. Spilling stuff to an unknown group? Not her brightest moment. He probably wouldn't tell her that, though; he didn't want to risk her taking it out on him. He had already felt, first hand, how unpleasant that could be, after pissing her off within their first week of working together.
He was such a people person.
No, he was more curious about the way Magneto had hummed thoughtfully at the news of the other team of Mutant Teens United out there. He'd gotten that look on his face like he might have known more than he was saying, and Pyro really was curious. Not just because that cute blonde had checked out his fire, either - although it didn't hurt.
Ah, whatever. He watched the twins head off together and turned back to the rec room to find himself face to face with the girl who proved that being blue and batshit did not mean you couldn't be hot as shit.
"Hey, 'Tal," he smirked at her, because smirking was pretty much his default.
"Hey." Fatale returned his smirk with one of her own, though her eyes were shadowed after listening to the debriefing. The Right. The boss had sent them after the fucking Right, and not only sent taken her, but hadn't even told her up front. Granted, there hadn't been anyone there to kill, but...damnit, now she was all edgy and didn't have anything to do with it.
"So, you got to burn the place down?" she asked, figuring Pyro'd be happy to elaborate. Maybe hearing about it all going up in flames would help.
Pyro's smirk widened into a brief smile at the thought of that fire, and he nodded. "Didn't get to stay for the whole show, though," he added. He'd have loved to watch and feel it burn all the way down. "Fucking party crashers. But yeah. Least that place deserved."
"No shit. I'm guessing you didn't get pictures?" Pictures would have been cool.
"Sorry," he replied with a brief grimace. Not that fires were anything close to as satisfying in a picture as in real life, even without his power set. And then, because he still remembered the previous facility they'd raided, he had to ask, "How're you doing?"
He could, on occasion, give half a shit about people, shut up. She probably wouldn't welcome the question, but on the odd chance that she would, he had to ask.
"Oh, I'm just fine," Fatale countered sarcastically. "Just so thrilled that the boss didn't send me along." Fine, maybe it wasn't the kind of mission she could do much for, but still. Part of her would have loved to see the place go down.
The other part wanted to go curl up in a ball in a fucking closet somewhere. But Flameboy didn't need to know that.
"Guess he works in mysterious ways," Pyro replied with a shrug. He didn't really tend to question Magneto. The old guy knew what he was about, and Pyro trusted that, and him. (First time for everything.) "It's not like we got to stick around and enjoy it, if that makes it any better."
"Yeah, well, he coulda been a little less mysterious this time." Pam wrinkled her nose, then sighed. The boss had his reasons, always, and bitching about them wasn't going to change a damn thing. "Whatever. That does make it better, some. What's the story about the geeks you ran into there?"
"No clue," Pyro replied with a shake of his head. "The boss wasn't all that surprised, but he won't tell us much, so..." He shrugged. "More mysteriousness, I guess. With a Q wannabe on top."
Fatale made a face, then paused and grinned. "Well, seeing as it's all over? You wanta go see what's left of the building? Maybe something's still burning." It beat the hell out of standing around here thinking about it, anyway. And maybe she'd sleep better if she saw there wasn't anything left.
"It's probably crawling with cops and firefighters by now," Pyro replied, and smirked. "Not that that's a reason not to go." On the contrary, in case anything hadn't finished burning because firefighters had gotten there in time, he really should finish the job. Discreetly.
"We really should make sure," Fatale agreed, smirking back. "Pretty sure the boss would want us to be thorough, right?"
"It's all about doing our job well," Pyro confirmed with a nod. He triggered the device strapped to his forearm with a flick of his wrist, just to check that it was still producing a small flame, then let it die immediately. "Let's go."
Fatale nodded and opened a portal where she'd originally sent the team, just outside the facility's fence, then stepped through, holding it open for Pyro. And smiled as she looked at the ruins of the buildings that had, apparently, hosted The Right's Torture Center, Take Two. "Nice," she decided. Granted, there were police and firemen mulling around, just like he'd predicted, but there was still a nice layer of smoke hanging over the scene despite their best efforts. "You do all this damage?"
"Only got it started," Pyro replied, smiling at the faint hum of embers coming from the ruins. Fire was capable of doing a lot of damage on its own, because fire was the fucking best, but there had been more devastation here than fire alone could manage. Somebody else had helped finish the job. He focused on the embers and pushed. Not all of them caught fire again, but a few did, small fires he could feel developing inside his chest, which was the best feeling in the world. And now it was easy, fire spreading unnaturally fast.
The firefighters looked a bit like headless chickens, the way they were running around, trying to figure out what to do with the sudden, rapid fire that wasn't behaving like it should.
Pyro was smirking as the flames grew, licking at the remains of the building, forcing people to run back towards the trucks. "Kinda like that."
Fatale laughed. "Nice," she confirmed as a blaze burst up suddenly, and the flatscans ran around, trying to figure out why. As she stood watching, though, her grin gradually faded. "They got out, though. Which means they'll set up somewhere else."
"They live to be roasted another day," Pyro agreed, looking away from the fire to watch her. His tone was more serious as he told her, "We'll get them."
"I thought I got them last time." So much for that. The dickheads apparently hadn't all been there.
"They're like cockroaches." He shrugged. "We'll manage to get them all eventually. Magneto knows what he's doing - and making us do."
"Yeah, I know," Fatale acknowledged. "It just sucks."
"Yeah," Pyro agreed. "World sucks. Up to us to make it a better place." And in the meantime, there was always fire.
"Speaking of making things better." Pushing thoughts of the Right into the box where she normally stored them, Fatale turned towards Pyro and grinned expectently. "I think we were talking before you left about you being able to ask nicer?"
Pyro looked back at her with a slow smirk. "Hey, I can even say 'please' and everything."
"That, I definitely wanta hear." Fatale squirmed her arm through his and opened another portal. Alex wouldn't give a fuck. He knew who she'd be sleeping with tonight. At the end of the day, that was the thing that mattered.
Pyro didn't give a second's thought to Havok. They were two consenting teenagers, and he wasn't the one fucking the other boy, so it wasn't his problem.
Besides, fire was a hell of a turn-on. It was almost a shame, leaving it behind, and he glanced back at it as he let Fatale draw him through her portal. Sex would be a great end to that night.
