Operation: Wonderwall (CODA)
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xp_logsX-Force escapes, but Zemo and Amora are still alive...
Doug had turned his head just in time to see Zemo strike Simon Williams with a killing blow. He could see the red gathering around Wanda's hands to match what was probably a red haze of rage in her eyes. "Scarlet Witch!" he shouted out, trying to forcibly get her attention. "We need to get out of here, make a door!"
Wanda's response was a scream of pure rage as she let the all the energy go that she'd pulled to her at the moment of Simon's death. It exploded out of her in a way she had never let it before. This was no calm, precision guiding Wanda had been trained to do; this was her rending the veil between the real world and the chaos that lay underneath it all, releasing a maelstrom into the safehouse. Windows exploded inward, lights burst into flames, giant sinkholes opened up in the floor and several of the unlucky soldiers simply dropped dead.
The way behind Wanda lay clear and quiet but anything she faced was being torn apart. There was a hand on her shoulder and she let herself be guided backwards, eyes never leaving the scene in front of her, unwilling to stop what she'd unleashed.
Marie-Ange was practically carrying Artie and being carried herself by him, neither would admit to leaning on the other to try to be one whole person's worth of get-the-hell-out, and both were pushed along by a very real fear that this - this would be the time Wanda's power killed them all.
Doug was practically manhandling Wanda backward as they retreated, and if they made it out of this he would probably need to apologize for the way he was shoving her along. He mentally counted heads - all of the team was behind Wanda and out of the danger zone. The townhouse had been chosen due to it backing onto an alleyway - all of X-Force's safehouses had multiple exits, even if they needed to be cut open by a bit of judicious powers use. In this case it was Jubilee that had created their escape hatch, and Doug and Wanda were the last out. "Bring it down," Doug told Wanda harshly.
The street underneath was vibrating lightly as Wanda stared bleakly at the townhouse in front of them. Dust and smoke billowed out of the windows as she tunneled into the foundation to gather the strings that were tied to the building. It was a strong one, well taken care of and built to last. Normally it would have taken her longer to manipulate things in a place like this, especially on this large a scale.
But Wanda brought it down with half a thought. She convinced the stones to turn to dust, the pipes to shatter, the ground to give way. They had been out of the house less than two minutes before it was reduced to the pile of rubble in front of them.
Wanda turned and walked away, unseeing and numb with the knowledge that she'd failed in the worst way possible today.
The team of dejected do-gooders was long since gone from the scene when the rubble stirred, then parted, pelting down to the ground as the people beneath it rose. Amora's magic had not been enough to counter the witch's onslaught but it had at least provided a safe haven from the collapsing building.
"Well," the Asgardian said, picking bits of glass and stone from her hair with obvious distaste. "That could have gone better. I have no desire to repeat that again - you are going to need to keep a tighter hold on the leash, Zemo."
"I will remind you, Amora," Zemo drawled, brushing the remains of a wall off his shoulders, "that I am not the one who lost him in the first place." He sneered at the utter destruction all around them. The X-Force was ever so crude, even in their escapes. Bringing down the whole building was highly unnecessary.
To his left was the body of a mercenary he'd brought, crushed under the fallen stone and wood. A swift kick (probably harder than was strictly necessary, but Zemo felt the fool deserved it at this point) moved him from atop the twisted remains of his prized sword. He would not forget this insult; the shrew would suffer.
"However, I suppose it is of ultimately no consequence." He looked from the body of the mercenary to Simon. Red energy crackled over Simon's skin, focused on the bullet holes. Unconscious, but alive. Zemo's smile was far too wide and showed far too many teeth. "They may not have been my true target, but this day they have made an enemy of Zemo. And I shall not forget it."
Doug had turned his head just in time to see Zemo strike Simon Williams with a killing blow. He could see the red gathering around Wanda's hands to match what was probably a red haze of rage in her eyes. "Scarlet Witch!" he shouted out, trying to forcibly get her attention. "We need to get out of here, make a door!"
Wanda's response was a scream of pure rage as she let the all the energy go that she'd pulled to her at the moment of Simon's death. It exploded out of her in a way she had never let it before. This was no calm, precision guiding Wanda had been trained to do; this was her rending the veil between the real world and the chaos that lay underneath it all, releasing a maelstrom into the safehouse. Windows exploded inward, lights burst into flames, giant sinkholes opened up in the floor and several of the unlucky soldiers simply dropped dead.
The way behind Wanda lay clear and quiet but anything she faced was being torn apart. There was a hand on her shoulder and she let herself be guided backwards, eyes never leaving the scene in front of her, unwilling to stop what she'd unleashed.
Marie-Ange was practically carrying Artie and being carried herself by him, neither would admit to leaning on the other to try to be one whole person's worth of get-the-hell-out, and both were pushed along by a very real fear that this - this would be the time Wanda's power killed them all.
Doug was practically manhandling Wanda backward as they retreated, and if they made it out of this he would probably need to apologize for the way he was shoving her along. He mentally counted heads - all of the team was behind Wanda and out of the danger zone. The townhouse had been chosen due to it backing onto an alleyway - all of X-Force's safehouses had multiple exits, even if they needed to be cut open by a bit of judicious powers use. In this case it was Jubilee that had created their escape hatch, and Doug and Wanda were the last out. "Bring it down," Doug told Wanda harshly.
The street underneath was vibrating lightly as Wanda stared bleakly at the townhouse in front of them. Dust and smoke billowed out of the windows as she tunneled into the foundation to gather the strings that were tied to the building. It was a strong one, well taken care of and built to last. Normally it would have taken her longer to manipulate things in a place like this, especially on this large a scale.
But Wanda brought it down with half a thought. She convinced the stones to turn to dust, the pipes to shatter, the ground to give way. They had been out of the house less than two minutes before it was reduced to the pile of rubble in front of them.
Wanda turned and walked away, unseeing and numb with the knowledge that she'd failed in the worst way possible today.
The team of dejected do-gooders was long since gone from the scene when the rubble stirred, then parted, pelting down to the ground as the people beneath it rose. Amora's magic had not been enough to counter the witch's onslaught but it had at least provided a safe haven from the collapsing building.
"Well," the Asgardian said, picking bits of glass and stone from her hair with obvious distaste. "That could have gone better. I have no desire to repeat that again - you are going to need to keep a tighter hold on the leash, Zemo."
"I will remind you, Amora," Zemo drawled, brushing the remains of a wall off his shoulders, "that I am not the one who lost him in the first place." He sneered at the utter destruction all around them. The X-Force was ever so crude, even in their escapes. Bringing down the whole building was highly unnecessary.
To his left was the body of a mercenary he'd brought, crushed under the fallen stone and wood. A swift kick (probably harder than was strictly necessary, but Zemo felt the fool deserved it at this point) moved him from atop the twisted remains of his prized sword. He would not forget this insult; the shrew would suffer.
"However, I suppose it is of ultimately no consequence." He looked from the body of the mercenary to Simon. Red energy crackled over Simon's skin, focused on the bullet holes. Unconscious, but alive. Zemo's smile was far too wide and showed far too many teeth. "They may not have been my true target, but this day they have made an enemy of Zemo. And I shall not forget it."
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