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World Bathed in Red
Chapter 1
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“Everyone this is a hold up. If you all stay calm I won’t have to shoot you.” Jack yelled holding a gun to the tellers head. Scott looked around at the panicked faces of the crowd. This was not what he had agreed to. When Jack had forced him to come along with this stupid job he had been told that they would be doing this when no one was here. Not when there were all these people around to get hurt.
“Okay everybody take out your cell phones and throw them in front of you. Don’t try to be a hero or I won’t hesitate to shoot you. Oh and don’t even think of pushing the panic button. If I hear one siren I will have no choice but to kill all of you.” Jack said. He turned to Scott and looked at the discarded phones. Scott sighed and started to gather the cell phones. He stopped as he picked up the cell phone of a mother with a young child.
“I’m so sorry.” Scott whispered looking down in shame. He was so ashamed to be doing this and he had done a lot of terrible things in his time. This was the first crime that had people around that could get hurt. This was the first time anyone besides the insurance company or well...himself could end up the victim of his actions. He finished gathering the phones then walked over to join Jack near the back.
“Now you’re going to take my friend here to your vault and no one will get hurt.” Jack told a man in his late forties.
“I can’t open it. I don’t know the code.” The man said in a panicked rush.
“That won’t be a problem for my boy here.” Jack said pulling Scott over by grabbing the back of his neck.
“Are you sure about this? You told me no one would get hurt and this feels like a disaster waiting to happen.” Scott said. Jack’s face contorted in anger. Scott fell to the ground as a diamond hand smacked into his face.
“Don’t question me in public boy. Do what I tell you or you’ll regret it.” Jack said as his hand changed back into flesh. Scott picked himself up ignoring the sympathetic looks some of the hostages were sending him. He wiped his mouth as he followed the man to the back of the bank.
“You don’t have to do this. You can help us. We all saw that he’s forcing you to help him we can tell the cops.” The man said.
“Yeah right, I’m stuck with him no matter what. He knows about my little problem and he’s holding it against me. I have no choice.” Scott says staring at the huge metal door to the vault.
“Stand back.” Scott said. When the man had moved back far enough Scott slowly lowered his glasses releasing a ray of red energy. The laser blasted through the door sending it flying into the vault.
“What the hell was that?” The man yelled.
“My little problem, here wait until I go back to the front before using it or he’ll most likely kill someone.” Scott said throwing a cell phone to the man. He walked into the vault and started shoving money into the duffle bag that he was carrying. It took a few minutes but he was soon back with Jack.
“I’ve got the money.” Scott said right when the sound of sirens appeared in the distance. Crap the man must have called before Scott had finished in the vault. Jack was starting to look angry.
“I warned you guys but someone had to play the hero. Now you all are going to pay.” Jack said pointing his gun at one of the tellers. Jack was going to kill her. He had to do something. He ran over and grabbed his arm pulling it.
“Jack stop! We already have the money let’s just leave already.” Scott cried out trying to pull the man’s arm so that the gun wasn’t pointing at the woman. Jack’s arm flew back hitting Scott with enough force to send him flying through one of the banks support columns.
“What did I tell you little piece of shit about questioning me? The cops are already here. There’s no getting away now.” Jack yelled. Scott coughed and moaned in pain. His back felt like one big bruise. He slowly pushed up and looked at Jack. He had turned himself into his diamond form no wonder he had been strong enough to throw Scott across the room. Jack was back to pointing the gun at the teller. Scott had no choice. He wasn’t going to let someone die due to Jack’s greed. Scott lowered his glasses shooting Jack with the full force of his laser. There was a huge cracking sound as Jack was thrown through one of the outer walls of the bank.
Huge cracks were forming on the walls and ceiling. They must have compromised the stability of the building. He had to get everyone out of here. A huge chunk of the ceiling fell down barely missing a few of the people who had barely been able to roll out of the way.
“What the hell are you guys waiting for? Get the hell out of here.” Scott yelled. Scott used his powers to destroy any falling debris as it fell as he waited for the people to get out. Scott couldn’t help the sigh of relief when everyone finally made it out. There was a huge hole in the ceiling but it looked like nothing else was going to collapse.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air and get on your knees right now.” A voice shouted from behind him. Scott slowly raised his hands and fell to his knees. He felt someone grab his hands and force them behind his back. The feeling of cold steel pinch into his skin as he was put into handcuffs.
“Don’t try anything you mutant scum.” The voice snarled as he was violently pulled up by his arms.
Coulson sighed as he stepped into the police station. SHIELD had gotten word of a bank that had been robbed earlier this morning. Usually this would be the FBI’s problem except that the two robbers had powers. They were most likely mutants but Fury wasn’t sure about that. Usually they would have let Professor Xavier deal with any mutant problems except the professor had asked them to deal with this problem. Apparently he had his hands full with a young telepathic woman and couldn’t deal with a law breaking mutant on top of that.
Coulson had spent the last two hours interviewing the hostages and was pretty sure that he had a clear picture of what had happened. The two robbers where an older man that could change into some kind of organic diamond. He seemed to be the main force behind the robbery and was forcing his accomplice to help. He had shown a huge disregard towards human life and was about to execute the hostages before his partner stepped in.
The second robber was a young man that could shoot lasers out of his eyes. Multiple witnesses reported him being struck by the older robber and the manager had even reported that he was the one to give him the phone that had allowed him to call the police. When the older robber was about to execute the hostages he had stepped in and saved them both from his partner and the falling debris of the compromised building. This young man’s ability was strong enough to shatter diamonds if the pile of diamond fragments found outside the building was anything to go by. Coulson was fairly certain that those diamonds were the remains of the older robber.
He was greeted by hostile looks as he entered the police station. He approached the front desk and tried to get the secretaries attention but was unsuccessful. He was about to get angry when a young officer approached him. He looked happy to see him. It was a new experience for him. Even Fury didn’t look happy to see him most of the time and they had been friends for years.
“Agent Coulson right?” The officer asked sticking his hand out to shake. Coulson shook his hand and nodded.
“The rest of your department doesn’t look so happy to see me.” Coulson said.
“They’re not so happy to have some suit come in and steal their prisoner. I’m Officer Garret by the way.” The officer said leading him down a hallway.
“That tends to be the case in most places. The question is why are you so happy to see me?” Coulson asked.
“I wasn’t sure how long I could keep the boy safe. I’ve done all I could but I’m kind of the bottom of the totem pole here so it wasn’t much.” Officer Garret said as they stopped in front of a door marked holding.
“Are you telling me the rest of the precinct is hostile to the kid?”
“I’ve been doing everything I can to stop them from dragging him outside to hang him.” The officer said looking ashamed of his colleagues.
“If that’s the case we should get this over with.” Coulson said motioning to the door. Officer Garret unlocked the door but stopped before opening it. He seemed to hesitate before turning back to Coulson.
“I did my best really. My Captain wouldn’t let me get him medical help and I’m not trained for this. I didn’t have a choice they made me do it to his eyes.” The man said looking close to tears. Coulson felt dread fill his gut.
“Open the door.” Coulson growled. The officer flinched and pushed the door open. Coulson walked in and found the boy inside. His eyes were covered by duck tape that wrapped completely around his head. He was missing his shirt and had bandages wrapped around his chest. He was sitting against the bed were his hands were cuffed behind his back to the bed legs. He couldn’t even reach the toilet if he wanted to. The left side of his face was one big bruise and the way the boy had winced when he had turned his head to the door indicated that he had a fe cracked ribs.
“Give me the keys.” Coulson demanded. He grabbed the keys and knelt near the kid. He really was just a kid. He couldn’t be older than nineteen. He reached around the kid ignoring the way the kid recoiled from his touch. He quickly unlocked his cuffs and grabbed his wrists. The kid tried to pull his hands away from him but Coulson held on.
“Stay still. They’re going to hurt for a while.” Coulson said as he tried to rub feeling back into his hands. The boy must be in hell. Now that blood flow was returning to his hands they must feel like they were on fire. He let go of the boys hands and slowly started to take off the duck tape. He ended up pulling out quite a bit of hair before he finally had it all off.
“My glasses?” The boy asked keeping his eyes closed. Coulson could swear he could actually see a red light coming from his eye lids. He turned to the officer. Garret reached into his pocket and handed over a pair of glasses with some kind of red glass for lenses. He reached for them and put them on the kids head.
“Who are you?” The kid asked looking at him while rubbing his wrist.
“My name is Agent Coulson. You’re coming with me.” Coulson said standing up.
“So you can throw me in some cell in the middle of nowhere or are you going to just kill me instead?” The boy growled.
“I was going to offer you a job but if you prefer a comfy cell I’m sure that could be arranged.”
“What could you possibly want with a street rat?” the kid asked.
“Well, the fact that you can shoot powerful lasers out of your eyes might be part of it. Don’t worry we’re not going to use you to rob any banks.” Coulson assured the kid.
“My name is Scott Summers.” The boy said.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Summers but we should get out of here before a lynch mob forms.” Coulson said helping Mr. Summers up.
Three Years Later
“Where’s that back up Coulson?” Clint asked as he shot another soldier. Nat and he were currently pinned down surrounded by soldiers out for their heads. This mission seemed to be one disaster after another. He never wanted to come here again. If he ever came back to Budapest it would be way too soon.
“Your back up will be there in two minutes try not to shoot him.” Phil’s dull voice filled his ear. He notched another arrow and took aim. He was almost out and more soldiers just kept on coming. Apparently destroying their base angered them, who knew.
“I thought that was the way you said hi to people in this organization. You shot me. I shot Natasha. It only seems fitting that we greet this new guy the same way.” Clint said with a smirk to Natasha. Nat rolled her eyes and shot a guy that was about to shoot him.
“Feel free to give it a try. Just don’t come crying to me when he shoots you back. Something tells me you won’t like that at all.” Phil said. He could practically hear the amusement in Coulson’s voice. Before he could respond a rope fell down from the building behind them. A young man soon repelled down the building. He was dressed in black leather pants and a blood red shirt with a matching leather jacket. He was also wearing sunglasses with red lenses.
“This is our backup? He doesn’t even have a gun Coulson.” Clint complained. The man just looked at him and was able to show disdain with only a raised eyebrow. This guy was talented it took a lot of skill to show such in depth emotion with sunglasses on.
“I don’t need one.” The guy said as he looked at the approaching army of men.
“Do you want them alive or dead Coulson?” The man asked ignoring the looks they were sending him.
“We would prefer to keep them alive but do whatever it takes to get out of there safely.” Coulson responded.
“Understood.” The man said. He smirked at Clint before turning back towards the army. He lowered his glasses letting out a beam of red energy that took up the whole street. After a few seconds he lifted his glasses back into place. The street was completely destroyed with people lying in the street. The man inspected the closest body and smiled.
“Did you leave any of them alive?” Coulson asked over the radios.
“I don’t know but I didn’t even cut any of them in half this time.” The man said walking out into the street. Natasha knelt next to one of the bodies feeling for a pulse.
“This one’s alive…if barely.” Natasha said before starting to walk down the street.
“If you still want to shoot me Agent Barton I’m game. I can’t wait until it’s my turn.” The younger man said as he walked further down the street. Clint followed after the two.
“No thanks I’m good.” Clint said looking down at one of the soldiers he was passing.
“You three better hurry up we already have other assignments waiting for you.” Coulson said.
“What do you have for us?” Clint asked.
“You are going on a long overdue vacation. Don’t bother complaining Human resources have been on Fury’s case for weeks now about you not having a single vacation in five years. You have no choice in the matter. Natasha and Scott are going to be working with me. We have a certain millionaire to go baby sit.” Coulson said.
Clint suddenly felt way better about being forced into a vacation. At least he wouldn’t be forced to interact with the mess that was Tony Stark.
“Great I have the oddest feeling I’m going to be sexually harassed soon.” Natasha said.
“Funny I have the same feeling.” Scott responded making Natasha smile. Clint couldn’t help but smile too. This Scott had a sense of humor that could even make Natasha smile and he had a killer ass. On the plus side he also shot laser beams out of his eyes. He was practically every mans wet dream.