The Search For Molly Begins
Wolverine's claws retracted from inside the Weapon X assistant director of nobody gives a shit with a disturbing 'slup' and a tiny squirt of blood out of the holes left behind. Blood dribbled from the man's mouth and he fell to the side unceremoniously as Wolverine sneered. Red light continually flared, bathing he and Iron Man in it's glow. Iron Man looked on with his arms folded, and if an expressionless metal helmet could be said to have emotion, then he looked most displeased.
"We were questioning him, Logan."
"He said he didn't know nothin'. N' I believed'im...he didn't smell of lying."
"And my sensors didn't detect lying. But that was completely unnecessary. You're an Avenger and Avengers don't kill. I've tried to be understanding because you bring that needed element to our team, but-"
Wolverine stormed up to Iron Man and shoved finger at his shiny metal chest. "Listen, bub. First off, I do this in my off time n' at your request, so you don't tell me what to do. Second, I don't tell you what t'do with yours and you damn well better not tell me what t'do with mine. I know these bastards; you don't. They're scum. I'll tell you what's unnecessary, got it? Cause I'm outta here if you don't."
Iron Man held up his hands in weak surrender. "Fine, fine. Behind you."
Wolverine whirled and slashed his way through a squad of security equipped to the teeth. Blood flew and men screamed. It was all Iron Man could do to provide back up fire, knocking people out where he could so they wouldn't meet their end at Wolverine's claws. About the time the battle was ending, Iron Man's remote access computer blipped in his ear, signifying it had finished hacking into the main computer's files and scanning them.
"My systems just finished scanning their files. There's nothing here, Logan. It seems the cells operate seperate enough of one another to not contain information of the others' activities."
"Then we'll finish shuttin' this shithole down 'n get outta here. Where too next? We gonna get backup any time soon?"
"No..the rest of the team is still tied up. But the girl was part of a team, and I've had people looking for them. I figure if we find them, they will have a vested interest in helping to find her and perhaps be better suited to the task than we are."
"And?" Wolverine started storming down the hall and Iron Man followed.
"And...they're nowhere to be found. By all accounts they are hard to find anyway, but three days of satellite scans of every street and corner in L.A. and New York and of every security camera feed haven't turned up even a glimpse of children remotely matching their description."
"Huh." Wolverine stabbed a random guard in the head as he ran around a corner. "What about th' baby wannabe Avengers? Sometimes it takes a kid to locate a kid."
"That's the stranger part. They haven't been around in a while either."
Wolverine stopped. "Y'think this is all connected? That's a lotta unaccounted for runts."
Tony was solemn. "I don't know, Logan. I honestly don't."
"Then we better finish up here n' find out. Stop pullin' your punches and it'll go faster."
"I don't kill, Logan."
"These people kidnap kids'n experiment on 'em and possibly kill 'em. Not tryin' t'be your conscience, but consider that in your next few shots."
"..." Iron man was silent as he followed. It was hard to argue with that.
***
ELSEWHERE
Molly pouted in her cell. She'd tried punching through on all sides, but they were all force fields and they didn't give. This sucked. All they'd given her to eat for a few days was this gross grey liquidy stuff. So far nobody had said a word to her. She didn't know why she was here and worse yet, this collar around her neck itched. She was so sick of people putting anti-power collars on her. They were so freaking ugly and itchy and nasty.
"You guys'll be sorry when my friends come for me." This was said to no one in particular; she was just grouching. "They'll kick your stupid butts."
Of course, she didn't expect to be answered.
"I'm afraid they will be far too late, Deathfist. They can't find you and better yet, even if they are desperately searching and could find you given the time, our experiments and training begin now." The Fat Man grinned around his cigar at her.
"Deathfist? What kind of lame name is that?! That's worse than Bruiser!! At least Chase was trying to be stupid! Aw man...why'd I hafta be kidnapped by cheesy old grown up villains? Why couldn't it have been someone cool like freaking Dr. Doom?" Molly folded her arms and hugged herself, pouting harder if that was possible.
The Fat Man's slowly faded into a frown as she spoke. "I can see that somebody needs to be broken."
"Yeah yeah, cheesy cliche number thirty seven. Let's get this over with so my friends can go ahead and come save me and embarrass you by beating you up."
The Fat Man fumed. Such arrogance in one so young. He would show her. "Guards! Bring her to the lab."
As the guards grabbed her by the arms and started dragging her out, Molly sighed. This was going to suck. Lame badguys were so boring.
"We were questioning him, Logan."
"He said he didn't know nothin'. N' I believed'im...he didn't smell of lying."
"And my sensors didn't detect lying. But that was completely unnecessary. You're an Avenger and Avengers don't kill. I've tried to be understanding because you bring that needed element to our team, but-"
Wolverine stormed up to Iron Man and shoved finger at his shiny metal chest. "Listen, bub. First off, I do this in my off time n' at your request, so you don't tell me what to do. Second, I don't tell you what t'do with yours and you damn well better not tell me what t'do with mine. I know these bastards; you don't. They're scum. I'll tell you what's unnecessary, got it? Cause I'm outta here if you don't."
Iron Man held up his hands in weak surrender. "Fine, fine. Behind you."
Wolverine whirled and slashed his way through a squad of security equipped to the teeth. Blood flew and men screamed. It was all Iron Man could do to provide back up fire, knocking people out where he could so they wouldn't meet their end at Wolverine's claws. About the time the battle was ending, Iron Man's remote access computer blipped in his ear, signifying it had finished hacking into the main computer's files and scanning them.
"My systems just finished scanning their files. There's nothing here, Logan. It seems the cells operate seperate enough of one another to not contain information of the others' activities."
"Then we'll finish shuttin' this shithole down 'n get outta here. Where too next? We gonna get backup any time soon?"
"No..the rest of the team is still tied up. But the girl was part of a team, and I've had people looking for them. I figure if we find them, they will have a vested interest in helping to find her and perhaps be better suited to the task than we are."
"And?" Wolverine started storming down the hall and Iron Man followed.
"And...they're nowhere to be found. By all accounts they are hard to find anyway, but three days of satellite scans of every street and corner in L.A. and New York and of every security camera feed haven't turned up even a glimpse of children remotely matching their description."
"Huh." Wolverine stabbed a random guard in the head as he ran around a corner. "What about th' baby wannabe Avengers? Sometimes it takes a kid to locate a kid."
"That's the stranger part. They haven't been around in a while either."
Wolverine stopped. "Y'think this is all connected? That's a lotta unaccounted for runts."
Tony was solemn. "I don't know, Logan. I honestly don't."
"Then we better finish up here n' find out. Stop pullin' your punches and it'll go faster."
"I don't kill, Logan."
"These people kidnap kids'n experiment on 'em and possibly kill 'em. Not tryin' t'be your conscience, but consider that in your next few shots."
"..." Iron man was silent as he followed. It was hard to argue with that.
***
ELSEWHERE
Molly pouted in her cell. She'd tried punching through on all sides, but they were all force fields and they didn't give. This sucked. All they'd given her to eat for a few days was this gross grey liquidy stuff. So far nobody had said a word to her. She didn't know why she was here and worse yet, this collar around her neck itched. She was so sick of people putting anti-power collars on her. They were so freaking ugly and itchy and nasty.
"You guys'll be sorry when my friends come for me." This was said to no one in particular; she was just grouching. "They'll kick your stupid butts."
Of course, she didn't expect to be answered.
"I'm afraid they will be far too late, Deathfist. They can't find you and better yet, even if they are desperately searching and could find you given the time, our experiments and training begin now." The Fat Man grinned around his cigar at her.
"Deathfist? What kind of lame name is that?! That's worse than Bruiser!! At least Chase was trying to be stupid! Aw man...why'd I hafta be kidnapped by cheesy old grown up villains? Why couldn't it have been someone cool like freaking Dr. Doom?" Molly folded her arms and hugged herself, pouting harder if that was possible.
The Fat Man's slowly faded into a frown as she spoke. "I can see that somebody needs to be broken."
"Yeah yeah, cheesy cliche number thirty seven. Let's get this over with so my friends can go ahead and come save me and embarrass you by beating you up."
The Fat Man fumed. Such arrogance in one so young. He would show her. "Guards! Bring her to the lab."
As the guards grabbed her by the arms and started dragging her out, Molly sighed. This was going to suck. Lame badguys were so boring.