X-Men Mission: Avengers vs X-Men: Thor 2

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Bevatron and Bruiser are thrown into the fray together as Thor returns from his Blink related trip.



It took a massive blow of electricity to force Deathlok back. Dust had been called off to help Ev and Hawkeye had similarly fallen back. Jean-Phillipe was battling against the cyborg's internal system dampeners, trying to overload them before they could bleed the energy safely off. Molly and Blink were closing on his position to help, but the emergency call went over the comms and Blink disappeared. He didn't have time to figure out who was down before a spate of gunfire forced him into cover with Molly.

"Bonjour, Princess," Jean-Phillipe murmured casually, as if they were not in the middle of a chaotic battlefield, and his one hand did not have a wound all the way through it that was beginning to char at the edges as his power began to cauterize it. Sometimes all that was left for a situation was to be absurdly nonplussed by it.

"Hey Bev!" Molly replied, scanning the horizon to see where Thor had gotten off to. He was sneaky for being so tall. She caught sight of the blood, and her eyes widened.

"Dude, what happened?!"

She paused after a moment. "Hold that thought!" she said, squinting as she kept an eye out for a flash of red cape.

"I think Thor is playing hide and seek with me."

At that moment, a massive stroke of lightning hit the roof not far from their position. The Asgardian came in faster than they expected, arcs of lightning crawling around the roof as he suddenly slammed down.

If Molly hadn't turned her head away at just the right moment she would've been blinded by the flash.

She spent the next couple of seconds dodging lightning (which was REALLY HARD). It was around then that Molly decided being nice was definitely not gonna work for this kinda thing. Especially if Thor was temporarily bonkers.

He would heal. Besides, if he killed them then Wade would kill him and probably piss off Odin. So...yeah, they needed to take him down.

Making her way back over to JPC, she blew a few strands of hair out of her face. "Alright, I got nothin. I can punch him, but that mostly makes him angry and I'm gettin kinda tired. Ideas?"

It was strange, for all the times he had put on his leather uniform, Jean-Phillipe couldn't really remember facing off against someone with electrical powers. He'd had to deal with power lines and mechanical sources of electricity, certainly, but not bolts of lightning being thrown at him by what was possibly a deity, depending on how much stock one put in one's cousin's stories. "I...believe that I can keep the lightning away from you," he said hesitantly. As long as the godly power behaved like normal electricity...

He reached out with one hand, adding a flicker of his own power to one of the arcs snapping across the rooftop. As long as he used some of his own ability, he could generally... The arc flicked its way to an antenna on the edge of the roof and harmlessly dissipated. "Bien. Perhaps the answer is not punching, but...what is the word...grappling?"

Molly tilted her head curiously. "You mean like...Batman?" she said, forming her hand into a claw shape.

"Grappling hook Batman?"

Whoa, she really was tired.

"Non, like the...ah, the professional wrestling." Jean-Phillipe remembered Molly lounging on the couch watching the shows more than once - to be fair, he enjoyed watching athletic men in tight clothing grab each other too.

Light bulb! "Oh!" Molly said with a sheepish laugh. "THAT kind of grappling! So like sleeper hold night night time. Got it!"

She nodded. "If you can make sure I don't get zapped, I can totally do that."

"I can." There was no sense in qualifying the statement - if it turned out he couldn't, they'd both wind up unconscious or worse, and recriminations wouldn't count for much. Jean-Phillipe reached out to every single bit of lightning that Thor was giving off, adding his own power to it and thrusting it all directly away, creating a circle-shaped void around the man...god...whatever he was. "Go!"

Molly shot him a thumbs up, then took off toward Thor. Now, the trouble was, Thor was very tall, and Molly was very short, so she had to kick up off the ground and climb him like a spider monkey, wrapping her arm around his neck to cut off circulation.

"Gotosleepgotosleepgotosleep!"

(This all felt very familiar.)

Thor just stood there a moment, confused.

"Woman, I have faced the emptiness of space and the depths of the oceans." The tap with Mjolnir was almost desultory, but it landed with a thunderous impact on her right shoulder. As she sagged, he pulled her off his back and slung her directly at Jean-Phillipe.

He seemed to recall Molly saying something about being 'unsquishable', but Jean-Phillipe was certainly not. He dove to one side, clipped in passing by a flailing hand or foot. Rising shakily to his feet, he grimaced. Meeting power with power was not the best course of action, whether with Molly's fists or his own mutant ability. But the alternative was to lay down and concede defeat, which was never in the list of options for the Frenchman. Ball lightning crackled around one fist, and with a twist of his arm he sent it careening toward the Asgardian's feet, looking to drive him back by overloading whatever wiring resided underneath the rooftop.

Thor took two steps back and then raised his hammer. The electricity grounded into it and dissipated. "You are talented, young lightning tamer, but I am the God of Thunder and I will not be denied." He slammed the hammer down on the ground, and the soundwave washed over both of them.

Molly could have sworn she saw stars (turns out it a bunch of freaking lightning!). She had already dented part of the wall when she landed, and now the loud clang of the world's most awesome named hammer made her cover her ears. She saw that Bev wasn't doing very well either, so she yanked herself off the ground.

"The God of Thunder needs a nap!" she said, clenching her fists. Her eyes flashed purple, and she suddenly came upon him, flinging fists at him in a frenzy to send him off guard. Sif had taught her all the right places to hit someone to wear them down. But this was Thor. So she would be have to be fierce.

"Snap." Punch! "Out" Punch! "Of" Punch! "It" Punch! "Geeze!"

Frankly, she was really tired of dudes she had a crush on being apparently mind-whammied. It really ruined her day.

For a moment, Thor blinked, trying to parry her blows. "I- da? You're too young for the Valhallas." He shook his head and hit her hard, sending her arcing away.

"Lightning tamer, eh? Bien sur, call your lightning and I will tame it, fils de putain!" His cousin was likely to be very disappointed in him, Jean-Phillipe supposed. She did not approve when he did reckless things like call a god a son of a bitch. But there was nothing else to it, given the way he was battering Molly around.

Thor held up his hand, and the lightning seemed to ground right into his outstretched hand. "I don't understand your battle cries, but I will not falter."

While JPC was busy with Thor, the two of them didn't realize that Molly had gotten up and had made her way over to a maintenance console on the roof. She now had a water hose in her hands.

"You really need a nap," she said, turning it onto him, while simultaneously shouting.

"Bev MOVE!"

She knew if it hit him he'd have a rough time too.

"O merde," Jean-Phillipe gasped out as he saw Molly's intention. With the amount of electricity he and Thor had been conjuring, adding water would have...intense...consequences. He threw himself backward out of the water's path, simultaneously adding a heavy dose of his own power to the stream, and praying he didn't get splashed or caught up in feedback.

The second the water hit, it flashed to steam as a thundercrack as loud as a freight train went off in their ears. The whole area was awash in a static thick fog, hot and clammy from the impact of the water on to the electrical nimbus that surround the Asgardian. For a long moment, it looked like Thor had disappeared in the conflagration. But as the air cleared, the god was still standing. His armor and skin showed violent burns from the explosion and water dripped off of him like a man got in a storm.

"Oh, you hurt me, mortals." He said huskily, his new red-rimmed eyes coming up to meet theirs. He hefted his hammer. "And now, I'm going to kill both of you."