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( @clonedspider​ )

You’re damn right, kid, and we do have a job for you. We’re trying to take out some of those power suppressors, you up for it?

Somehow, I’m not even surprised at this point. Still, that’s going to be useful. Can you figure out how to quietly transfer some of it to friendly bank account? 

thank you for reaching out, mister allerdyce. your position within doom’s castle may very well come in handy in the near future. if you could get an idea of the layout of his castle and of what the schedules are for his security, it’d be appreciated. the more intel we’ve got that can help us plan around things to try to keep this under his nose, the better.

 we’ll be in touch.

( @pyrc-maniac )

Bitch please, you’re a clone, brother, whatever of a guy who’s been to space. I’d expect you to help. Now, get to the rendezvous point contained in this message STAT. Oh, and don’t eat the message, it’s supposed to explode. 

Might want to drop it now.

oh! that’s nice, that’s very nice, thank you - quite kind, you are.

you’re a mate of nick’s then? great! i’ll let him know all about your wanting to help against this doom fellow.

y’know, does anyone think he can read these? did these get encrypted somehow? i’m just wondering is all, you know - because if we get caught that’s gonna be a might bad luck sort of thing.

anyway, have a lovely day.

( @foolhardily )

i apologize for fury’s language, if it makes you more comfortable, i am willing to pass your communication along. we thank you for your offer, we will be needing all of the help we can get.

although we aren’t sure just how invisible anyone is with the doombots, it is always a benefit to have anyone as inconspicuous as possible on our side. we will be in contact once a plan is formed and ready to execute.

glad to hear from you, mister richards. we need all the help we can get – it’s all hands on deck here. i can also assure you that we’re working on getting you all out of there as soon as possible, but unfortunately that’s easier said than done.

 if there’s anything you can do right now from the inside that could potentially aid us, let us know – especially if you can get your hands on some of his tech. until then, stay safe. we’ll be in touch.

( @richardsrccd )

thank you for contacting us, miss williams. this is coulson and your skills have been noted and will passed along to director fury. 

in the meantime, we are in need of untraceable communication devices. doom thrives on his ability to see and know everything, we’re in need of a way to communicate without his knowledge. as of right now, this is our only secure channel and we need to widen our scope.

we will be in contact for further assistance.

( @ironhrtsriri )

We have a problem. A pretty big one. Goes by the name Doom, you might have seen him.

So here’s what we’re gonna do. This is a secure comms channel for you to us only in an emergency. Don’t send me spam. Don’t try to be funny. Don’t even try to keep this message, it won’t exist in another five seconds.

In the meantime, since Tony Stark is chilling in Doom’s basement, we need some engineers. We also need people who are good at being sneaky. Drop us a note. 

Emma may have took the first hit but she would rarely take a second. Emma was arrogant but with reason. She had grown her telepathic prowess over the years. Her experience allowed her to take on some of the best and come out as a victor. There was very few minds that proved a challenge for the White Queen. Xavier was one of those very few. Emma approached him, taking on her diamond form, making her mind impenetrable.

“Oh darling, don’t be so ridiculous.” Emma stopped when she was close enough to have his attention. “To think you would sound like your old friend, Erik. Sorry to tell you darling but you are a couple of years late to start earning your bad boy credit.” Emma let down her diamond form and it took all she had to place mental blocks to shield her from his assault. “Now, don’t fight me, Charles. Let Auntie Emma take a peek into that head of yours.” Emma told him, telepathically sinking her manicured nails into his mind.

of course emma would be the one to challenge him, one of the only telepaths with a chance apart from jean. charles, the real charles, would have sighed in relief if he could. but this wasn’t him, something else was in control. “emma, if i have to hear you say darling one more time, i may liquify my own mind.” he wanted to get under her skin. “do you not ever tire of trying to forcefully inflate your own ego? how exhausting it must be.” he could feel the mental shields put up, and didn’t fight them. it worked well for him to have her enter his own mind, as what she saw there was easier for him to manipulate. he controlled his own mindscape, bringing her to the scene of genosha destroyed and bodies littered across the floor. “tell me, emma, how powerful you think you are – when you couldn’t even protect them?”

The morning had gone exactly to plan with the press and guests arriving early and some of the school’s best and brightest to greet them. Scott had been among them as Xavier’s second in command and to see all of his hard work come to fruition.  Reports of protestors had come in but Scott had anticipated something like this and just when he thought he had everything under control, a sharp throbbing pain come through Scott’s mind and had him on his knees in pain. 

“Professor!” Scott called out in pain. It wasn’t Charle’s Xavier speaking though it came from him. He didn’t recognize the anger, the spite that came from his mentor’s voice. “This isn’t the way!”

“it’s the only way.” charles bit back quickly, though his own voice sounded foreign to him. he couldn’t control it, something dark had creeped into him and all he could do was watch. “is this not what you wanted, scott? you despised the alliance – do you not want to see it fall?” his tone was filled with a harsh bitterness as if it were all he’d had left. “the world is going to end, why compromise what we believe in our last days? let it out, all of the anger you have. this may be your last chance to do it.”

It had been a whole year since Alex had been to Xavier’s school. Where once he was a teacher now he was dressed in his ceremonial uniform, one he only wore in Genosha for formal events.  He wore dark blue pants with a dark blue tunic and headwear that was traditional on Genosha. He had his men on standby when the protestors could be heard. Everyone had been on edge.  Selene Gallio had been seen lurking about but Alex didn’t think too much of it.  

He tried to cover his ears as a pulsating pain went through his mind. Instant panic set in around the mutants and the humans already gathered at the press conference. Alex looked to Xavier feeling nothing but utter fear and betrayal. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t Charles Xavier.  The electric blue concentric circle plasma blasts came from Havok’s body. The emanated in all directions despite Alex trying to control some part of his mutant. “Professor this isn’t you!” Despite his better judgement, Alex aimed his mutation at his old teacher, with only enough force to cause a severe headache and not hurt the professor too much.

this was wrong, somewhere inside, charles knew that – yet found himself unable to make it stop, to regain the control he’d lost. he saw alex gearing up his attack and without flinching, psychically slowed the scene around them until it appeared time stood still. his hand pressed the control of his wheelchair, moving himself from the danger of the blast before returning time to normal. “how could you be so sure this is not me? you left, didn’t you? you left because you knew a lost cause when you saw one.” he chided, aiming to emit blasts of psionic energy to alex’s mind. “don’t pretend to fight for us now, you aren’t one of us.”

“you wretched fools think any of this would ever work? you’re all just waiting to tear each other apart - so do it!” with every word he released a psionic blast, a sharp pain directed into the brain of anyone that dared get close enough to him. 

“you have a gift,“ charles started as he moved to be beside the man. “you can see things that no one else can,“ he hummed, staring off ahead and searching the field of what was once the city. he smiled, happy to see that finally, after years of campaigning and advocating for it, that there were humans that have ultimately landed themselves on genosha’s shore and were aiding the people, his people, mutantkind.

“just as i can hear things that no one else can,“ he finally added, turning his head to face the man. “i am professor charles xavier, it’s very good to meet you and thank you for lending your aid to our people and our home, we are indebted - even if erik will not admit it for himself.“

“norman osborn’s son,“ nick stepped from the shadows, a sly smile on his lips as he assessed the boy. “fancy seeing you out in the streets of new york and running around like a chicken with its head cut off.” he laughed a little, shaking his head and then holding out a hand, “it’s good to finally put a face to the collective file we have going on for your father, harry.”

nick paused and then waited, “you out here helping spider-man?” he knew, of course, that harry was nothing like his father - a much better person and a good friend of peter parker’s. but given how nick had practically seen the entirety of peter and his friends running around, he wasn’t at all surprised to find harry too. “need help?”

charles was quite familiar with the personality and exuberant way that emma frost simply was. there was never any avoiding her, and even if she hadn’t been a telepath, charles would have known her. he smiled to himself, knowing that this would be a particularly interesting conversation. i can sense you on the island, my dear. you have returned, it’s good to know that you’re back.

he attempted to avoid asking any personal questions towards her, hoping she’d seek him out and speak with him face-to-face. emma was, after all, a professional when it came to dealing with the hard tasks of life - though it was not unlike the rest of the population of mutant kind. you can find me seated where erik’s statue once stood, i will wait for you there.

it wasn’t hard for nick to spot a civilian in trouble - he’d been doing it all day while trying to spread recon across the city. except this particular civilian, he knew. rushing towards her, his gun aimed high, nick shot off a few rounds at the incoming inmates that were targeting the red-headed girl. “woman, get the hell out of here!” he yelled, practically taking her arm and dragging her off behind him,

once he was able to get her in a safer area, he let her go and gave her a look over. “you okay? or do you wanna go back out there with that half broken bat and swing at some more heads?” he raised a brow and blinked, “because i don’t know about you, but i’m getting pretty tired of this shit already.”