#avengedstart

“Oh, now this is hot. You are hot. You are one hot, hot lady,” Johnny said - speaking, of course, to the flying car. He flexed his hands just over the steering wheel, savouring the moment for a long second before he let his fingers curl around the leather. He was pretty sure his whole life had really been leading up to this. Look out, skies of New York. Sure, he could fly by himself, but that wasn’t really the point.  A noise just outside the launch pad caught his attention and he blinked, attention momentarily flittering to the next sensation. Johnny leaned over the gearstick to push the passenger door open. “You want shotgun?” he asked, looking up at the other guest, smile daringly wide. “Don’t worry, I am so qualified to drive this baby. I do all my own stunts.”

Jean reached out a hand, placed it on the other’s shoulder gently. She weighed up her words before speaking, though there was a sense of underlying urgency that made her want to push harder. “I understand what I’m asking. It’s a lot, and you can say no... but I promise, if you let me look into your mind, I won’t go further than you want me to. My team and I, we’re looking for someone ... someone dangerous. And you might have been the last person to see them. It would help but ...” Jean shrugged, her neutral expression composed. It was hard not to be affected by old memories, of pushing her way into minds, doing whatever she wanted, the power of the Phoenix urging her on, always more, more, more, always hungry. She was different now. She was going to be different. “It’s up to you,” she finished.