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xp_logsWanda boards her plane but realizes that the small puddlejumper has been hijacked. And it's not the people she had expected...quite the opposite in fact. [Late because I was away and forgot to email it to myself.]
Wanda Maximoff smiled at the woman as she handed over her plane tickets, stifling an incredibly large yawn. Over a week of near solid travel was finally getting to her and she was starting to regret simply not taking a direct flight. Or as direct as one could get it.
But she had family matters to attend to, plus an assignment to finish up for the university and she did need the money that particular one would fetch in.
“What time does the plane come in?” she asked, leaning against the counter. “I am fearful of another delay—it seems that that is all there is lately.”
The blonde, far too perky woman beamed. “Oh don’t you worry, luv,” she cooed, the English sounding slightly wrong to Wanda’s ears. The last few weeks had been filled with every language in Europe except for English, or so it had seemed. “The plane is right on time.”
“Lovely, thank you.”
The next half an hour seemed to pass by in a familiar blur. There seemed to be less pause over her passport than there had been in Germany, thankfully. That had been rather odd and incredibly disconcerting.
There were a few other passengers that boarded with her but not enough to fill up even the particular puddle jumper she was settling into. Four, actually, and they all seemed to crowd around the middle. Not that she could blame them, she didn’t particularly care for these small planes either.
With her only bag—she believed in carrying light—safely stashed above her head, she settled in for a short, if hopefully boring, plane ride.
Irritated, Wanda swept her hair out of her face. There had been very little time to meditate over the last week which meant she wasn’t as centered as she would have liked. So if she didn’t watch herself carefully, she’d find herself with run away powers, even on a small level.
For instance, like all of her hair ties snapping.
Even the ones in her bag.
Minutes passed by and she contented herself with looking out the window. Suddenly she realized that someone was standing next to her and she looked up. A man in a uniform, the co-pilot she guessed, stood next to her seat.
“Sorry about this, ma’am but the pilot just told me, nice and quiet, to let everyone else know that we’re heading towards some rough air so please buckle your seat belt up.”
Wanda frowned. “Why did he just not announce it?” she asked, puzzled.
“Intercom’s busted.” He gave her a quick smile and moved to the next set of seats behind her.
Still confused, she glanced back and her eyes widened suddenly when she realized there was blood on the part of the seat that he had touched. Years of watching out for her safety made her propel herself from her seat and into the aisle, wanting to be as far away from whoever that was.
Nothing prepared her for the passengers standing up just as quickly, standing behind the man with the bloody hands. Wanda dropped curses in a few languages, trying to figure out how to get out of this without causing the plane to crash and kill them all.
“Shit, you were supposed to stay seat with your fucking seatbelt buckled on, bitch,” the man said, his voice calm enough to worry her.
Wanda back tracked as he suddenly lunged towards her, something in his hand. Her hands were up and the familiar red started to gather around them but as tired as she was, she wasn’t fast enough.
A strangled scream erupted as the tazer hit her leg and Wanda crumpled as her thigh twitched and her leg gave out from under her. She clutched at one of the seats, unwilling to go down even as her vision tunneled and the world spun around her.
“God damn it, the setting was too low!” she heard the man snap to his companions. “No one said we were going up against a fucking Amazon!”
“Set it again, I’m on it.”
“May mishto les o thud katar i gurumni kai tordjol,” Wanda snapped, slipping back into the rough language of the Rom. Still dizzy and disoriented—she wondered why there would be a ringing in her ears when she got hit in the leg—she was still unwilling to be taken down.
Again, she tried to use her power but there was no concentration and the lines blurred. More chances to crash the plane than to do something to the man in front of her. So, it had to be simple.
With a surge on her good leg, since the other leg wouldn’t stop twitching, Wanda lunched and threw a fist at the man advancing on her. Unfortunately, he was not injured and better trained and managed to grab her arm and twist it around back.
Crying out, she found herself in a nasty chicken wing, held tightly against what felt to be an armored body. She struggled but couldn’t find the leverage to break herself out, not with her leg still unable to hold her weight.
“Forget the tazer! You, Reynolds, bring the damned drugs! We need her out now before she activates whatever the hell her power is!”
“On it.”
One of the other ‘passengers’ passed around the man still trying to fix the tazer and drew a syringe out of the pocket on his jacket.
Survival instinct kicked in and Wanda braced herself, eyes wide. “Get off of me!” she snapped.
“No can do, girl, you’re our meal ticket.”
The world around her was becoming more clear as the fog from the pain went away. She was still groggy and her leg would be sore for days but it was possible to think a little more clearly.
“Enough.”
Wanda concentrated and the familiar copper taste that accompanied her power filled her mouth. Red rings—hex rings as her brother had once said—flared around her hands and in her mind’s eye she no longer simply saw things as they were.
Tight, vibrantly red strings zinged across and around everything, forming a ball in the center of her mind. They varied in shape and shade but she had nearly seventeen years of living with her powers and she knew what they meant. Well, as well as she could.
There, that one. The red, pulsing one that sang to her. Wanda gestured with her hand, unneeded really but something she had always done, and mentally pulled as hard as she could.
Nothing happened until he got closer and then she lashed out with her good leg, regretting landing on the bad one but it had to be done. It was instinct, she felt like she should so she did.
The boots she wore were the kinds that looked, until closer inspection, like a type of dress shoe. In reality, they were Soviet steel toed boots, carefully chosen to fit and support her frame.
In that instance, she felt something click in her mind and she knew the events had started.
Reynolds had decided to bring an extra gun today, for back up. To sneak it past security, he had holstered inside his pants but because it pinched the skin, hadn’t secured it all the way. Because of the sudden movement of him walking to the front, the snap gave and it unbuckled.
Wanda’s kick met the gun as slid down a bit and hit it hard. The shock of metal on metal, even through cloth and leather, traveled up through Reynolds’ leg and hit an unbeknownst injury from when he was twelve. The accident that had him falling off of his swing and the pain in his lower back.
Nothing serious save for a few fractures he did not know about.
When the shock hit the fractures, that was when Wanda felt something snap into place in her mind. And to everyone’s shock, Reynolds suddenly collapsed, screaming in pain as his tailbone shattered.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
There was a flurry of activity and Wanda suddenly felt herself being slammed onto the floor of the plane, a knee in her back and pressure on her arm.
“Needle! NOW!”
There was a feeling of pain, a pinch, and then numbness. Everything became colder and thicker, like a washcloth fell over her entire head.
“Jesus God, what did she do to him? She didn’t hit him there…” was the last thing she heard as the drugs hit her abused system hard.
Later, Wanda finds herself being rescued by the X-Men. Nightcrawler teleports in and deals with the guard and then takes Wanda outside. Where she deals with the escaping helicopter in a most...extrodinary way.
Wanda's head jerked as the sound of fighting grew louder from outside. There was one man left guarding her, not the one she had injured but the higher ranking commander from the looks of it. She blinked, the world still foggy and gray from the medicine.
With her hands tied behind her back, she tried to activate her powers, at least enough to _see_ the strands. But they were fading and tired now, nothing strong enough to use to her advantage. The drugs, again.
While the rest of the team fought Wanda's captors outside, Kurt had been sent to the room where she was being kept to get her out. He bamfed into a corner of the room, grinning dangerously at her guard when he turned to see what the noise was.
There had been a noise...? Her eyes brokenly tracked to the corner and she blinked. A blue man with a tail had suddenly appeared and...he looked...no, there was no way she would find him familiar. Once again the drugs. No matter who he was, she decided, and started to struggle against the bonds.
The commander cursed, loudly, at the appearance of the mutant and then cursed again. "You!" he barked, going for his sidearm. Oh, yes, he recognized this one from the scattered stories of what had happened to Stryker. So, they had gotten involved. "Scum."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, and was suddenly on the other side of the room before the man could aim his gun, let alone fire. "*I* am scum? Then I wonder what that would make you." In another blink, he was next to the man, repeating the whirlwind-style fighting he'd used in the White House. It seemed fitting somehow, he thought ironically, lashing out with fists, feet and tail.
As distracted as Wanda was at the moment, she found herself drawn to the fight. And that horrible smell that she suddenly caught a whiff off. However, watching the blue man fight her attacker left her stunned. She'd never seen anyone move quite like that before.
She stopped fighting her restraints when the commander dropped, gun not even fully out of the holster. The world was still fuzzy and gray and she wasn't sure what to make of the person approaching her cautiously.
The threat gone, Kurt could get on with the important part. He took the restraints off, first, letting her stretch her wrists. "Are you all right, Miss Lehnsherr?"
"I...yes...I think." Wanda shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "My apologies, there were drugs..." She glanced up and narrowed her eyes a bit in an attempt to focus. "Do I...know you?"
The sound of a helicopter starting up drew their attention. "There was a man near it--" She cursed in Rom. "They have information on that bloody thing."
Kurt looked puzzled for a moment. "I do not think we've met before...", he answered, before giving her a grim nod. "Then we will have to make sure they do not get away." Taking her hand, he bamfed them both outside - there was, unfortunately, no time to waste.
The sound of the teleporting...that's what she had to assume it was...covered up Wanda's startled cry. She staggered when they appeared outside but the man caught her before she fell on her face. That little trip did not go well with being drugged, she realized.
The helicopter was already off the ground by the time they got there and Wanda saw other people heading towards it, all dressed in leather. She frowned again and looked up.
"I do not think so," she murmured and lifted a hand. There was a flash of red around her hands as she activated her powers. The drugs were wearing off but it was still very difficult to see the strings. Fuzzy, worn, none of them good to use for what she wanted.
Except one. In a matter of seconds, she 'read' the string and from the feel, knew it would not do insufferable harm to anyone. And then she pulled.
For a second, it appeared as nothing had happened and the helicopter rose a few more feet into the air, gaining speed. And then suddenly the strangest thing occurred.
A Canadian goose, recently escaped from some cage in transport, flew from seemingly out of nowhere. And, unfortunately for both the goose and the pilot in the chopper, flew right into the rotary blades. There was a horrible shrieking noise as the bird, or what was left of it, got caught up in the blades and the entire thing shuddered.
Within a few seconds, it stalled and then simply fell out of the sky with a large crashing noise.
"Oh." Wanda paused, world spinning around her and her vision dimming. "So that is what would happen..." She glanced over at her rescuer and then blinked, trying once more to focus. "No, I do know you...ah." She switched to German. "_You_ are the amazing Nightcrawler from the Munich circus!" With that little mystery
solved, Wanda's body and mind shut down and she collapsed from the strain.
Kurt blinked, startled by both the recognition and her sudden collapse, but knew the latter was only natural, in the circumstances. He bent to pick her up as best he could, holding her upright with an arm around her shoulders and his tail around her waist, and half-carried her to where the others were gathering to leave.
Wanda Maximoff smiled at the woman as she handed over her plane tickets, stifling an incredibly large yawn. Over a week of near solid travel was finally getting to her and she was starting to regret simply not taking a direct flight. Or as direct as one could get it.
But she had family matters to attend to, plus an assignment to finish up for the university and she did need the money that particular one would fetch in.
“What time does the plane come in?” she asked, leaning against the counter. “I am fearful of another delay—it seems that that is all there is lately.”
The blonde, far too perky woman beamed. “Oh don’t you worry, luv,” she cooed, the English sounding slightly wrong to Wanda’s ears. The last few weeks had been filled with every language in Europe except for English, or so it had seemed. “The plane is right on time.”
“Lovely, thank you.”
The next half an hour seemed to pass by in a familiar blur. There seemed to be less pause over her passport than there had been in Germany, thankfully. That had been rather odd and incredibly disconcerting.
There were a few other passengers that boarded with her but not enough to fill up even the particular puddle jumper she was settling into. Four, actually, and they all seemed to crowd around the middle. Not that she could blame them, she didn’t particularly care for these small planes either.
With her only bag—she believed in carrying light—safely stashed above her head, she settled in for a short, if hopefully boring, plane ride.
Irritated, Wanda swept her hair out of her face. There had been very little time to meditate over the last week which meant she wasn’t as centered as she would have liked. So if she didn’t watch herself carefully, she’d find herself with run away powers, even on a small level.
For instance, like all of her hair ties snapping.
Even the ones in her bag.
Minutes passed by and she contented herself with looking out the window. Suddenly she realized that someone was standing next to her and she looked up. A man in a uniform, the co-pilot she guessed, stood next to her seat.
“Sorry about this, ma’am but the pilot just told me, nice and quiet, to let everyone else know that we’re heading towards some rough air so please buckle your seat belt up.”
Wanda frowned. “Why did he just not announce it?” she asked, puzzled.
“Intercom’s busted.” He gave her a quick smile and moved to the next set of seats behind her.
Still confused, she glanced back and her eyes widened suddenly when she realized there was blood on the part of the seat that he had touched. Years of watching out for her safety made her propel herself from her seat and into the aisle, wanting to be as far away from whoever that was.
Nothing prepared her for the passengers standing up just as quickly, standing behind the man with the bloody hands. Wanda dropped curses in a few languages, trying to figure out how to get out of this without causing the plane to crash and kill them all.
“Shit, you were supposed to stay seat with your fucking seatbelt buckled on, bitch,” the man said, his voice calm enough to worry her.
Wanda back tracked as he suddenly lunged towards her, something in his hand. Her hands were up and the familiar red started to gather around them but as tired as she was, she wasn’t fast enough.
A strangled scream erupted as the tazer hit her leg and Wanda crumpled as her thigh twitched and her leg gave out from under her. She clutched at one of the seats, unwilling to go down even as her vision tunneled and the world spun around her.
“God damn it, the setting was too low!” she heard the man snap to his companions. “No one said we were going up against a fucking Amazon!”
“Set it again, I’m on it.”
“May mishto les o thud katar i gurumni kai tordjol,” Wanda snapped, slipping back into the rough language of the Rom. Still dizzy and disoriented—she wondered why there would be a ringing in her ears when she got hit in the leg—she was still unwilling to be taken down.
Again, she tried to use her power but there was no concentration and the lines blurred. More chances to crash the plane than to do something to the man in front of her. So, it had to be simple.
With a surge on her good leg, since the other leg wouldn’t stop twitching, Wanda lunched and threw a fist at the man advancing on her. Unfortunately, he was not injured and better trained and managed to grab her arm and twist it around back.
Crying out, she found herself in a nasty chicken wing, held tightly against what felt to be an armored body. She struggled but couldn’t find the leverage to break herself out, not with her leg still unable to hold her weight.
“Forget the tazer! You, Reynolds, bring the damned drugs! We need her out now before she activates whatever the hell her power is!”
“On it.”
One of the other ‘passengers’ passed around the man still trying to fix the tazer and drew a syringe out of the pocket on his jacket.
Survival instinct kicked in and Wanda braced herself, eyes wide. “Get off of me!” she snapped.
“No can do, girl, you’re our meal ticket.”
The world around her was becoming more clear as the fog from the pain went away. She was still groggy and her leg would be sore for days but it was possible to think a little more clearly.
“Enough.”
Wanda concentrated and the familiar copper taste that accompanied her power filled her mouth. Red rings—hex rings as her brother had once said—flared around her hands and in her mind’s eye she no longer simply saw things as they were.
Tight, vibrantly red strings zinged across and around everything, forming a ball in the center of her mind. They varied in shape and shade but she had nearly seventeen years of living with her powers and she knew what they meant. Well, as well as she could.
There, that one. The red, pulsing one that sang to her. Wanda gestured with her hand, unneeded really but something she had always done, and mentally pulled as hard as she could.
Nothing happened until he got closer and then she lashed out with her good leg, regretting landing on the bad one but it had to be done. It was instinct, she felt like she should so she did.
The boots she wore were the kinds that looked, until closer inspection, like a type of dress shoe. In reality, they were Soviet steel toed boots, carefully chosen to fit and support her frame.
In that instance, she felt something click in her mind and she knew the events had started.
Reynolds had decided to bring an extra gun today, for back up. To sneak it past security, he had holstered inside his pants but because it pinched the skin, hadn’t secured it all the way. Because of the sudden movement of him walking to the front, the snap gave and it unbuckled.
Wanda’s kick met the gun as slid down a bit and hit it hard. The shock of metal on metal, even through cloth and leather, traveled up through Reynolds’ leg and hit an unbeknownst injury from when he was twelve. The accident that had him falling off of his swing and the pain in his lower back.
Nothing serious save for a few fractures he did not know about.
When the shock hit the fractures, that was when Wanda felt something snap into place in her mind. And to everyone’s shock, Reynolds suddenly collapsed, screaming in pain as his tailbone shattered.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
There was a flurry of activity and Wanda suddenly felt herself being slammed onto the floor of the plane, a knee in her back and pressure on her arm.
“Needle! NOW!”
There was a feeling of pain, a pinch, and then numbness. Everything became colder and thicker, like a washcloth fell over her entire head.
“Jesus God, what did she do to him? She didn’t hit him there…” was the last thing she heard as the drugs hit her abused system hard.
Later, Wanda finds herself being rescued by the X-Men. Nightcrawler teleports in and deals with the guard and then takes Wanda outside. Where she deals with the escaping helicopter in a most...extrodinary way.
Wanda's head jerked as the sound of fighting grew louder from outside. There was one man left guarding her, not the one she had injured but the higher ranking commander from the looks of it. She blinked, the world still foggy and gray from the medicine.
With her hands tied behind her back, she tried to activate her powers, at least enough to _see_ the strands. But they were fading and tired now, nothing strong enough to use to her advantage. The drugs, again.
While the rest of the team fought Wanda's captors outside, Kurt had been sent to the room where she was being kept to get her out. He bamfed into a corner of the room, grinning dangerously at her guard when he turned to see what the noise was.
There had been a noise...? Her eyes brokenly tracked to the corner and she blinked. A blue man with a tail had suddenly appeared and...he looked...no, there was no way she would find him familiar. Once again the drugs. No matter who he was, she decided, and started to struggle against the bonds.
The commander cursed, loudly, at the appearance of the mutant and then cursed again. "You!" he barked, going for his sidearm. Oh, yes, he recognized this one from the scattered stories of what had happened to Stryker. So, they had gotten involved. "Scum."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, and was suddenly on the other side of the room before the man could aim his gun, let alone fire. "*I* am scum? Then I wonder what that would make you." In another blink, he was next to the man, repeating the whirlwind-style fighting he'd used in the White House. It seemed fitting somehow, he thought ironically, lashing out with fists, feet and tail.
As distracted as Wanda was at the moment, she found herself drawn to the fight. And that horrible smell that she suddenly caught a whiff off. However, watching the blue man fight her attacker left her stunned. She'd never seen anyone move quite like that before.
She stopped fighting her restraints when the commander dropped, gun not even fully out of the holster. The world was still fuzzy and gray and she wasn't sure what to make of the person approaching her cautiously.
The threat gone, Kurt could get on with the important part. He took the restraints off, first, letting her stretch her wrists. "Are you all right, Miss Lehnsherr?"
"I...yes...I think." Wanda shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "My apologies, there were drugs..." She glanced up and narrowed her eyes a bit in an attempt to focus. "Do I...know you?"
The sound of a helicopter starting up drew their attention. "There was a man near it--" She cursed in Rom. "They have information on that bloody thing."
Kurt looked puzzled for a moment. "I do not think we've met before...", he answered, before giving her a grim nod. "Then we will have to make sure they do not get away." Taking her hand, he bamfed them both outside - there was, unfortunately, no time to waste.
The sound of the teleporting...that's what she had to assume it was...covered up Wanda's startled cry. She staggered when they appeared outside but the man caught her before she fell on her face. That little trip did not go well with being drugged, she realized.
The helicopter was already off the ground by the time they got there and Wanda saw other people heading towards it, all dressed in leather. She frowned again and looked up.
"I do not think so," she murmured and lifted a hand. There was a flash of red around her hands as she activated her powers. The drugs were wearing off but it was still very difficult to see the strings. Fuzzy, worn, none of them good to use for what she wanted.
Except one. In a matter of seconds, she 'read' the string and from the feel, knew it would not do insufferable harm to anyone. And then she pulled.
For a second, it appeared as nothing had happened and the helicopter rose a few more feet into the air, gaining speed. And then suddenly the strangest thing occurred.
A Canadian goose, recently escaped from some cage in transport, flew from seemingly out of nowhere. And, unfortunately for both the goose and the pilot in the chopper, flew right into the rotary blades. There was a horrible shrieking noise as the bird, or what was left of it, got caught up in the blades and the entire thing shuddered.
Within a few seconds, it stalled and then simply fell out of the sky with a large crashing noise.
"Oh." Wanda paused, world spinning around her and her vision dimming. "So that is what would happen..." She glanced over at her rescuer and then blinked, trying once more to focus. "No, I do know you...ah." She switched to German. "_You_ are the amazing Nightcrawler from the Munich circus!" With that little mystery
solved, Wanda's body and mind shut down and she collapsed from the strain.
Kurt blinked, startled by both the recognition and her sudden collapse, but knew the latter was only natural, in the circumstances. He bent to pick her up as best he could, holding her upright with an arm around her shoulders and his tail around her waist, and half-carried her to where the others were gathering to leave.
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Date: 2004-09-26 08:48 pm (UTC)Great log. Except for the goose.
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Date: 2004-09-27 07:21 am (UTC)"_You_ are the amazing Nightcrawler from the Munich circus!"
D'you realize I nearly died? It was a close-run thing. And then I had to explain the joke to my sister. At least she already thinks I'm weird. :)