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ax_mainAfter getting a text from Tommy, Fatale hunts down Havok to discuss whether or not to go.
Fatale wasn't entirely sure how she felt about meeting up with Tommy and his not-a-twin. A week or so ago? Not a problem, or not one she'd have felt weird about. No one had actually said they weren't supposed to be talking to the other mutant kids, after all, and it wasn't like she and Alex had been spilling team secrets.
Now?
Now it was all a huge clusterfuck, with people breaking into their base and Pyro sulking around it like the world was fucking ending and Eileen baking. She hadn't figured out wtf that was about, exactly (especially since she'd apparently even gotten Wanda on board), but it meant peanut butter rice krispie treats, so that part, at least, she wasn't complaining about.
It kinda left her wondering, though, if meeting up with Tommy was a really fucking stupid idea on her part, even if she got Eileen to scan her for bugs before she came back in. Granted, Tommy'd said this was personal - but she was pretty sure Pyro (despite bringing back all kinds of intel) had figured his date was personal, too.
Plus, pissing off the boss was never a good idea, period.
So instead of just taking off and going to get free pizza, Fatale was looking for Alex. Maybe he'd have a clue as to what they should do.
The last several days had been weird, even by the Brotherhood's standards, and Alex hadn't been sure what to make of it. As best he understood the sequence of events, Pyro had gone off to that school Tommy attended for some kind of party, and come back with a tracking device planted on him. Magneto had punished him, of course--that part, Alex got, even if he still felt kinda bad for the guy. But then, their boss had turned around and just given the kid who had broken into their home everything she wanted without a fuss. That was the part he didn't get. And the others also seemed to have a problem processing it, too, if Phantazia's weird descent into baking madness was any indication.
Still, it got him cookies. Couldn't be all bad. He still had a couple of the leftover ones with the really challenging foreign name on a paper plate next to his elbow--he might not have been able to pronounce the name, but they were good. The bulk of his attention, however, was on the old-school superhero beat-'em-up arcade game in front of him. And, unlike in real life, when he fucked up here, he got infinite retries. Alex had found it made for a decent enough way to relieve stress, when Pam was off doing ... Pam-stuff.
And there he was, playing one of those stupid video games he was so keen on. Pam really didn't see the appeal, considering that he could blow shit up just fine without them. "Hey. Busy in an hour?" she asked casually as she came over and slipped an arm around his waist.
And there she was, like the thought itself had caused her to appear--and though he'd seen some weird shit since this whole mutant thing started, he was pretty sure that wasn't one of them. Yet. For now, he was willing to take it as a happy coincidence. "Hey," he said, immediately turning away from the screen and ignoring the flashing "GAME OVER" notice which appeared a few moments later. Ignoring Pam for video games was not a thing he did, for a variety of reasons (beginning with the fact she was a lot more interesting and ending with the possibility she might smash the vintage machine if she ever decided to feel slighted by it someday). "I'm not really doing anything right now, as a matter of fact. But the way you ask makes me think you've got some kinda specific thing in mind."
"Mmmm. Yeah, kinda." Fatale glanced around, then leaned in closer and whispered, "Got a text from Tommy. Wants to know if we can meet him and his double at the skate park near the high school. He'll bring pizza." She grimaced. "I'm kinda weirded out by the timing on this, not gonna lie."
Alex stiffened a bit, but tried to relax, wrapping an arm around Fatale in turn. "It is pretty godawful timing," he noted. What with Pyro walking around as a living example to the rest of them what would happen if they did anything stupid involving that other group of mutants. It was a terrible idea, on the face of it. But.
"Tommy's still one of us, though," said Alex decisively. "Until he actually screws us over, I'm willing to believe he's playing straight with us." He looked into her blue face a touch quizzically. "Are you sure he invited us, though? Seemed last time that he would have preferred to have you all to himself. Not that I'd let you go by yourself, either way, but I don't need to intrude, either."
"He didn't really say," Fatale shrugged. She ignored the part where Alex seemed to think he could stop her from going by herself if she wanted to - just now, even Eileen and Wanda seemed to be travelling in packs, it only made sense. Besides, she didn't have any huge desire to go off on her own just now, anyway. The whole idea that someone had fucking broken into the base was still freaking her out. "I told him I was asking you, though. He didn't say don't."
She hadn't mentioned the part where she could do whatever she wanted without him saying otherwise, and that by itself was kind of worrying. Proof that the general anxiety that had been hanging over Asteroid M had got to her, too. "Well, if he didn't say don't, and you don't mind, then yeah. Two of us, two of them. That sounds fair." Though if one of them actually had Wanda's powers, that would skew things a little. Still, Pam could get them out in a hurry, if that was the way things went. Alex still wanted to believe the best.
"I guess." Pam made a face. Honestly, she'd half hoped Alex would advise not meeting with them at all; she'd been jittery as all hell all week, and a trip to the fucking skateboard park wasn't going to help. It had better, she decided, be really fucking amazing pizza. "If nothing else, we can bitch them out for the break-in. I don't know about you, but it might make me feel better."
"Look," he said, rubbing a hand affectionately between her shoulderblades, "we don't have to go, if you really don't wanna. We don't owe them anything. They don't owe us anything. The whole thing could just be another humongous clusterfuck-type scenario. You know what I think, but I'll follow your lead on this one." Pam was the person he trusted over and above anyone else--even Magneto--after all.
It was tempting. Really fucking tempting. What were they doing this for, anyway? It wasn't like she really cared about the damn Maximoff twins anyway - Pietro was annoying and she was pretty sure Wanda hated her. Except...they were her fucking teammates, and at the end of the day, they'd promised Tommy their help.
Even if one of his teammates was the reason everyone was on edge and pissy this week.
Finally, Fatale sighed and shook her head, leaning Alex's hand. "We said we'd help. But I liked this a whole lot better when it was just us and him. We don't know this other guy."
He stroked his hand up her back, to the base of her neck, and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "We don't. But it sounds like you've made up your mind. And I'm with you, either way."
"Yeah, where else would you be?" Pam smirked, though her heart wasn't exactly in it, and she tightened her arm around Alex's waist as she leaned into him. "Anyway, I promised to bring some of the rice krispie bars I hid from Fred. I should probably go grab those, huh?"
"Probably. I'm pretty sure Fred can smell peanut butter at five hundred yards." He smirked, mostly in response to that first comment she'd made, and reached down to hold her familiarly around the hip. "I'll always be right here," he said, in a much gentler voice. "Wherever you need me to be."
Fatale blinked - it wasn't often that Alex said stuff like that. Meant it, sure - she knew it, he knew it, it was all good. But it mostly wasn't something they actually talked about.
Instead of answering, she just turned and hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder. Because yeah. He pretty much always was.
He let his other arm drape around Fatale's back when she pulled him into that hug. He was probably talking too much, but what the hell? This clearly had her torn up, a bit. Him, too, if he was being honest. They owed these guys a chance, sure. One chance. If they blew that, well. They were on their own. Like he and Pam had been on their own, before the Brotherhood had found them.
"So. An hour, huh? I guess we could just .. do this." He tucked his face into her hair. When he spoke again, his voice was muffled. "But we might end up with cramps, by the time we need to head out."
Pam snorted, then pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. "We've got an hour or so. We can work the cramps out." She had to go back to her room to get the krispie bars, anyway. Plenty of time.
Fatale wasn't entirely sure how she felt about meeting up with Tommy and his not-a-twin. A week or so ago? Not a problem, or not one she'd have felt weird about. No one had actually said they weren't supposed to be talking to the other mutant kids, after all, and it wasn't like she and Alex had been spilling team secrets.
Now?
Now it was all a huge clusterfuck, with people breaking into their base and Pyro sulking around it like the world was fucking ending and Eileen baking. She hadn't figured out wtf that was about, exactly (especially since she'd apparently even gotten Wanda on board), but it meant peanut butter rice krispie treats, so that part, at least, she wasn't complaining about.
It kinda left her wondering, though, if meeting up with Tommy was a really fucking stupid idea on her part, even if she got Eileen to scan her for bugs before she came back in. Granted, Tommy'd said this was personal - but she was pretty sure Pyro (despite bringing back all kinds of intel) had figured his date was personal, too.
Plus, pissing off the boss was never a good idea, period.
So instead of just taking off and going to get free pizza, Fatale was looking for Alex. Maybe he'd have a clue as to what they should do.
The last several days had been weird, even by the Brotherhood's standards, and Alex hadn't been sure what to make of it. As best he understood the sequence of events, Pyro had gone off to that school Tommy attended for some kind of party, and come back with a tracking device planted on him. Magneto had punished him, of course--that part, Alex got, even if he still felt kinda bad for the guy. But then, their boss had turned around and just given the kid who had broken into their home everything she wanted without a fuss. That was the part he didn't get. And the others also seemed to have a problem processing it, too, if Phantazia's weird descent into baking madness was any indication.
Still, it got him cookies. Couldn't be all bad. He still had a couple of the leftover ones with the really challenging foreign name on a paper plate next to his elbow--he might not have been able to pronounce the name, but they were good. The bulk of his attention, however, was on the old-school superhero beat-'em-up arcade game in front of him. And, unlike in real life, when he fucked up here, he got infinite retries. Alex had found it made for a decent enough way to relieve stress, when Pam was off doing ... Pam-stuff.
And there he was, playing one of those stupid video games he was so keen on. Pam really didn't see the appeal, considering that he could blow shit up just fine without them. "Hey. Busy in an hour?" she asked casually as she came over and slipped an arm around his waist.
And there she was, like the thought itself had caused her to appear--and though he'd seen some weird shit since this whole mutant thing started, he was pretty sure that wasn't one of them. Yet. For now, he was willing to take it as a happy coincidence. "Hey," he said, immediately turning away from the screen and ignoring the flashing "GAME OVER" notice which appeared a few moments later. Ignoring Pam for video games was not a thing he did, for a variety of reasons (beginning with the fact she was a lot more interesting and ending with the possibility she might smash the vintage machine if she ever decided to feel slighted by it someday). "I'm not really doing anything right now, as a matter of fact. But the way you ask makes me think you've got some kinda specific thing in mind."
"Mmmm. Yeah, kinda." Fatale glanced around, then leaned in closer and whispered, "Got a text from Tommy. Wants to know if we can meet him and his double at the skate park near the high school. He'll bring pizza." She grimaced. "I'm kinda weirded out by the timing on this, not gonna lie."
Alex stiffened a bit, but tried to relax, wrapping an arm around Fatale in turn. "It is pretty godawful timing," he noted. What with Pyro walking around as a living example to the rest of them what would happen if they did anything stupid involving that other group of mutants. It was a terrible idea, on the face of it. But.
"Tommy's still one of us, though," said Alex decisively. "Until he actually screws us over, I'm willing to believe he's playing straight with us." He looked into her blue face a touch quizzically. "Are you sure he invited us, though? Seemed last time that he would have preferred to have you all to himself. Not that I'd let you go by yourself, either way, but I don't need to intrude, either."
"He didn't really say," Fatale shrugged. She ignored the part where Alex seemed to think he could stop her from going by herself if she wanted to - just now, even Eileen and Wanda seemed to be travelling in packs, it only made sense. Besides, she didn't have any huge desire to go off on her own just now, anyway. The whole idea that someone had fucking broken into the base was still freaking her out. "I told him I was asking you, though. He didn't say don't."
She hadn't mentioned the part where she could do whatever she wanted without him saying otherwise, and that by itself was kind of worrying. Proof that the general anxiety that had been hanging over Asteroid M had got to her, too. "Well, if he didn't say don't, and you don't mind, then yeah. Two of us, two of them. That sounds fair." Though if one of them actually had Wanda's powers, that would skew things a little. Still, Pam could get them out in a hurry, if that was the way things went. Alex still wanted to believe the best.
"I guess." Pam made a face. Honestly, she'd half hoped Alex would advise not meeting with them at all; she'd been jittery as all hell all week, and a trip to the fucking skateboard park wasn't going to help. It had better, she decided, be really fucking amazing pizza. "If nothing else, we can bitch them out for the break-in. I don't know about you, but it might make me feel better."
"Look," he said, rubbing a hand affectionately between her shoulderblades, "we don't have to go, if you really don't wanna. We don't owe them anything. They don't owe us anything. The whole thing could just be another humongous clusterfuck-type scenario. You know what I think, but I'll follow your lead on this one." Pam was the person he trusted over and above anyone else--even Magneto--after all.
It was tempting. Really fucking tempting. What were they doing this for, anyway? It wasn't like she really cared about the damn Maximoff twins anyway - Pietro was annoying and she was pretty sure Wanda hated her. Except...they were her fucking teammates, and at the end of the day, they'd promised Tommy their help.
Even if one of his teammates was the reason everyone was on edge and pissy this week.
Finally, Fatale sighed and shook her head, leaning Alex's hand. "We said we'd help. But I liked this a whole lot better when it was just us and him. We don't know this other guy."
He stroked his hand up her back, to the base of her neck, and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "We don't. But it sounds like you've made up your mind. And I'm with you, either way."
"Yeah, where else would you be?" Pam smirked, though her heart wasn't exactly in it, and she tightened her arm around Alex's waist as she leaned into him. "Anyway, I promised to bring some of the rice krispie bars I hid from Fred. I should probably go grab those, huh?"
"Probably. I'm pretty sure Fred can smell peanut butter at five hundred yards." He smirked, mostly in response to that first comment she'd made, and reached down to hold her familiarly around the hip. "I'll always be right here," he said, in a much gentler voice. "Wherever you need me to be."
Fatale blinked - it wasn't often that Alex said stuff like that. Meant it, sure - she knew it, he knew it, it was all good. But it mostly wasn't something they actually talked about.
Instead of answering, she just turned and hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder. Because yeah. He pretty much always was.
He let his other arm drape around Fatale's back when she pulled him into that hug. He was probably talking too much, but what the hell? This clearly had her torn up, a bit. Him, too, if he was being honest. They owed these guys a chance, sure. One chance. If they blew that, well. They were on their own. Like he and Pam had been on their own, before the Brotherhood had found them.
"So. An hour, huh? I guess we could just .. do this." He tucked his face into her hair. When he spoke again, his voice was muffled. "But we might end up with cramps, by the time we need to head out."
Pam snorted, then pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. "We've got an hour or so. We can work the cramps out." She had to go back to her room to get the krispie bars, anyway. Plenty of time.
