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TW VOILENCE
Jax is the definition of gentle. She never raised her voice or a hand...until she met Skip Wescott. She couldn't sleep knowing he was out there. So, she snuck into her dad's lab and took a vial of the serum.
She sat in her apartment, Blogger sat on her shoulder as she stared at his business card. She typed in the number on her phone and shot him a message with her address on it.
Jax grabbed a syringe and poured the green liquid inside. She knew what to do, she saw it done in HYDRA many many times. And so, she injected herself with it.
She felt her heart speed up and saw her eyes flash green in the window. She hunched over as pain shot through her body. Eventually...when it was over, she got up and got a box of the weapons she took from HYDRA.
She examines each thoroughly. After a few minutes, she heard a knock at the door. Then it opened. She stood in the dark as he entered, a cigarette in her mouth.
"Mr Wescott..."
Skip runs a hand through his hair, smiling, as he struts into the room. The cherry on her cigarette glints off the gold in his rings, and his shiny belt buckle. He likes to wear a nice leather belt when he sees pretty little things, likes to use it on them and hear them scream.
"Hey, sweetheart. Glad you changed your mind about seeing me. Maybe we can pick up where we left off, huh?" He grins and a gold-capped incisor catches the light.
"So uh...what are you after? Jax said you wanted to talk about something."
@lyraqu1nn
Skip grins. His cheek is still a little bruised from where Jax hit him.
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you one of her pretty sisters? Or just a friend?"
"Sister. What uh...happened there?" Lyra gestures to his cheek.
"Oh, nothing. Ran into a door frame. Ha. Clumsy ole' me." He rubs it, turning away a little.
"So, I suppose you're powered, too? Same sad Hydra backstory?"
"No. I was one of the best agents. What do you want?"
"Uh...I'm not sure this is a good idea, actually."
"What's the matter? Scared of a little girl?"
"Nah, you're just, like, not my type, sweetheart."
With great power, comes a great ass whoopin.
-Uncle Ben & Aunt May
Sweet old folks. Didn't suspect a thing. Said I was a mentor.
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I'm here, where are you
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(Inside the building. Ground floor)
Peter didn't show up in his suit. He's strictly in jeans and an oversized, weighted canvas hoodie. Nothing identifiable. With a black face mask on to obscure everything aside from his brown eyes and curls, which the hood of the jacket took care of. He walks around, searching, channeling his instincts until something goes off. Spinning around, Peter's hands are already ready to fire webs, but Wade's figure stalls him.
"Wade," he exhales in relief. "You got him?"
“I got him.” Wade isn’t nearly as incognito. He’s dressed in his merc suit, but that’s not surprising. He couldn’t care less about being caught. “Now um.. the state of him..” there’s a brief pause. “Maybe you should just see for yourself.”
The darnkness in Peter's eyes.... is definitely something new. He studies Wade, looks at his gloved hands, so far no evidence of severe injury on Skip's part, but his comment... what had he been up to?
Stepping around the corner into one of the half-built little rooms in the warehouse, Peter's sneakers squeak as he stops. The sight before him...Skip tied to a chair, tightly, blood staining the side of his mouth, down his chin and his otherwise pristine suit.
He turns to Wade, a little smirk on his lips. "Is it fucked up that you're really hot for this? Is that a messed up thing to say?"
“Completely fucked, but I’ve had my fun here. He’s all yours, baby.” Wade gives Peter a tap on the ass as if to hype him up.
Wade calls out to Skip as he makes his way over to the table, hopping up on it and swinging his feet over the edge like an excitable child. “Hey @westcott-inc, I’ve brought a friend over who wants to say hi!”
Skip blinks up out of the fog of pain. His whole skull is just a throbbing mess now, minus the several teeth that Wade has ripped out. It hurts to move his jaw, but he makes a grumbling noise in the back of his throat acknowledging the presence of another person. More pain, more torture...he just wants it to end.
Then he realizes who he's looking at, the grown face of the boy from the picture, and another noise comes out. This time, it's a whine of fear. Tears well in his eyes, silently pleading, and he shakes his head. Nonononono-
@fn-spiderman
Peter keeps the smirk up for Wade until he turns to @westcott-inc. The smile falls and he stalks towards the man in the chair.
"I assume since you've met Wade, your big brain should tell you who I am, hm?" And god the look of fear on his face is fucking beautiful. He steps closer, yanking his head back by a grip on his hair. He inspects Wade's work, the bruises, the blood.
"You're getting off easy you know. I could do what you did to me." He hums coldly, throwing his head back as he releases the grip on his hair, stepping back. "You tore me, you know."
Skip's eyes dart around the room, trying to avoid Peter's. He wriggles in the chair, bucking to try to get free.
"'M sorry...f'rgiv me ...Haff some...mercy... phease..." He tries to beg through the burning pain in his jaw. He shakes his head miserably.
He never thought a day like this would come... he's protected by the power he's built, the money, the connections...but where are those "friends" now??? He's no better than a scared little boy himself.
Peter barks out a laugh, schooling Skip with another look as he glares at him. "You're fucking joking right? Shit, baby you must've done a number on him for him to beg." He grins, glancing at @merc-with-a-mouth-69. "No, you don't get mercy, Steven." He hisses, using his standing advantage to kick the sitting duck straight in the dick with as much spider-force as possible.
"You abused me, terrified me, and the second I shut down you forced your way inside. Tore my skin." He bristles and shakes his head. "You're getting no fucking mercy from me."
Skip is still shaking his head in fear when he's kicked in the dick. He bucks forward in pain, gagging and heaving.
"Nonono- fuck-"
He's gonna puke. Something feels ruptured. Hot liquid soaks into the crotch of his pants, and he's not sure if it's piss or blood at this point. He leans forward trying to make himself small but he can barely move, can't protect himself.
"You can't kill me... please...let me go, I'll do anything... please..." His whines are barely audible, just a murmured string of fearful pleading."
"Do you remember how many times it happened?" Peter asks, grabbing a fistful of his hair again and pulling it back to expose his throat. He drags the tip of his finger against his throat. "Nine times. Seven times you touched me, and made me touch you, and by the last two times you were raping me on that fucking couch." He hisses coldly.
"I should cut your fucking dick off for what you did to me, Steven." He huffs, grabbing one of his fingers and snapping it back without restraint. "I still might. But I'm gonna break a finger for every time you touched me first."
Skip gasps for breath as his neck is exposed, fearing that this is finally his end- but then new pain blooms in his finger.
"No! No please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again! Just don't - aaaargh!"
He finds Peter's eyes, begging him to stop, knowing it probably won't. They're hard as ice, not scared and sweet, like he remembers.
"This - it's not you, Peter! You were such a nice little kid! What would your uncle think? Or your aunt?"
"No this is me. I don't feel this rage for people in my life, Steven. Only you. You are the one exception to my golden rule, and I can finally make you fucking pay in a way Prison couldn't." He snorts at the comment about his uncle and aunt.
"Uncle Ben? Ben was a cop, don't you remember? He would've shot you in the street if he knew what happened before he died. And May would label you as a John Doe in her ER and put you to sleep herself for touching me."
Peter chuckles and snaps another finger back. "I am not the fucking kid you took advantage of. And the adults that were unaware are as starved for justice as I am."
"No, please - nononono aaAAAAHHH!" Skip screams, his eyes clamped shut against the gruesome view of his broken finger. He shakes his head violently. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I'll do anything, make it stop! I'll pay anything, you can have it all! Sick orphans can have all my money! C'mon, please!"
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I warned you.
I dunno what you're talking about. I've been cool as a cucumber, Mr. O.
You hurt Jax... I happen to live that girl very much, she's like a daughter to me.
Never call Me Mr O. It's Mr Osborn.
*he turns and locks the door behind him*
"Hey, hey now..."
Skip reaches for the gun under his desk.
"She hit me with a stapler. Girl's crazy. You should get her checked out. Or locked up. All that time in Hydra musta worn off on her."
Norman laughs, "I wouldn't grab that gun if I were you... Not when the man you're up against is bulletproof... And will shatter every horn in your hand before you can pull the trigger."
Norman is already at the desk; he glances at the office supplies. "Stapler, letter opener, paper clips... I think I've used every one of these to torture someone before."
Skip goes for the gun anyway. The way this guy is talking sounds nuts...he pushes back from his desk as he shoots at Norman haphazardly, firing three or four rounds. At least one connects but he's lunging for the window, trying to make it to the fire escape.
You made a really bad choice today.
"No bad choices, only bad timing, baby. Who wants to know?"
“Me.”
Wade’s glare is hard as stone and cold as ice as he reaches out, grabbing Skip by the throat and backing him into the nearest wall. His above average human strength is enough to keep the guy forcefully pinned.
“You put your hands on the wrong girl today. Jax? My family.” Wade’s grip tightens, his lips curling into a sneer. “You’re going to stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me?”
"Whoa, dude. She only mentioned sisters. Not a butt-ass ugly brother with bad breath. Heh."
He puts his hands up.
"you don't gotta threaten me. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm not even powered, what am I gonna do?"
“Oh right. It’s hard to know who I am without the suit, isn’t it?” One corner of Wade’s mouth curls up into a threatening grin. “Names Deadpool. I’d say nice to meet you, but it’s not gonna be so nice.”
Wade starts slowly lifting Skip off of his feet, leaving him choking against the wall as his feet just barely dangle above the floor. “I’m gonna repeat myself again. I guess old age hasn’t helped your hearing. You’re going to stay away from Jax.”
"Deadpool? The Merc? I- aah- aaggghhh!"
Skip grabs at Wade's hands around his neck, trying to hold himself up so he doesn't get strangled.
"Yeah yeah! I'll leave her alone! Sure!"
“…I don’t believe you.” Wade throws Skip into his desk, stalking over to him. He once again grabs him but this time by the front of his shirt. His other hand is holding one of his knives, the blade presses against Skip’s throat. “Not just Jax, but her whole family.” Wade presses the blade harder. “Lyra, Amora.. all of them.” He hisses dangerously. “Understand? Because if I ever come back here again because I found out you hurt or touched one of them, you’re dead. No playing. Dead.”
Skip spralls onto his desk, knocking over his gaudy knickknacks, his computer screens flying into the wall.
"Aww, c'mon, don't wreck the place..."
He get hauled up again at knife point.
"Jeeze, this guy. What, are you trying to be a hero or something? I didn't think that was your shtick. Fine! Fine, her whole family. I'll stay away. The sisters too, yeah. Whatever you say."
“Bitch, I’m no hero. Just don’t need a nasty prick like you touching my family. Hurting them. Taking their innocence.” Wade presses the blade tighter, enough to cut into skin and cause a small red trickle of blood to drip down. “Jax trusted you, and you hurt her. I don’t plan on just walking out of here. I won’t kill you, but when I’m done, you’ll wish I did.”
"Yeesh... Ok, you made your point..."
Skips voice is getting shakey and rough with gear, and with the effort of trying not to move as he feels the blade slice into his neck. He cranes it back, inhaling through his teeth.
"I swear. I'll leave her alone. Won't touch her- not another glance in her direction - please -"
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I'm here, where are you
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(Inside the building. Ground floor)
Peter didn't show up in his suit. He's strictly in jeans and an oversized, weighted canvas hoodie. Nothing identifiable. With a black face mask on to obscure everything aside from his brown eyes and curls, which the hood of the jacket took care of. He walks around, searching, channeling his instincts until something goes off. Spinning around, Peter's hands are already ready to fire webs, but Wade's figure stalls him.
"Wade," he exhales in relief. "You got him?"
“I got him.” Wade isn’t nearly as incognito. He’s dressed in his merc suit, but that’s not surprising. He couldn’t care less about being caught. “Now um.. the state of him..” there’s a brief pause. “Maybe you should just see for yourself.”
The darnkness in Peter's eyes.... is definitely something new. He studies Wade, looks at his gloved hands, so far no evidence of severe injury on Skip's part, but his comment... what had he been up to?
Stepping around the corner into one of the half-built little rooms in the warehouse, Peter's sneakers squeak as he stops. The sight before him...Skip tied to a chair, tightly, blood staining the side of his mouth, down his chin and his otherwise pristine suit.
He turns to Wade, a little smirk on his lips. "Is it fucked up that you're really hot for this? Is that a messed up thing to say?"
“Completely fucked, but I’ve had my fun here. He’s all yours, baby.” Wade gives Peter a tap on the ass as if to hype him up.
Wade calls out to Skip as he makes his way over to the table, hopping up on it and swinging his feet over the edge like an excitable child. “Hey @westcott-inc, I’ve brought a friend over who wants to say hi!”
Skip blinks up out of the fog of pain. His whole skull is just a throbbing mess now, minus the several teeth that Wade has ripped out. It hurts to move his jaw, but he makes a grumbling noise in the back of his throat acknowledging the presence of another person. More pain, more torture...he just wants it to end.
Then he realizes who he's looking at, the grown face of the boy from the picture, and another noise comes out. This time, it's a whine of fear. Tears well in his eyes, silently pleading, and he shakes his head. Nonononono-
@fn-spiderman
Peter keeps the smirk up for Wade until he turns to @westcott-inc. The smile falls and he stalks towards the man in the chair.
"I assume since you've met Wade, your big brain should tell you who I am, hm?" And god the look of fear on his face is fucking beautiful. He steps closer, yanking his head back by a grip on his hair. He inspects Wade's work, the bruises, the blood.
"You're getting off easy you know. I could do what you did to me." He hums coldly, throwing his head back as he releases the grip on his hair, stepping back. "You tore me, you know."
Skip's eyes dart around the room, trying to avoid Peter's. He wriggles in the chair, bucking to try to get free.
"'M sorry...f'rgiv me ...Haff some...mercy... phease..." He tries to beg through the burning pain in his jaw. He shakes his head miserably.
He never thought a day like this would come... he's protected by the power he's built, the money, the connections...but where are those "friends" now??? He's no better than a scared little boy himself.
Peter barks out a laugh, schooling Skip with another look as he glares at him. "You're fucking joking right? Shit, baby you must've done a number on him for him to beg." He grins, glancing at @merc-with-a-mouth-69. "No, you don't get mercy, Steven." He hisses, using his standing advantage to kick the sitting duck straight in the dick with as much spider-force as possible.
"You abused me, terrified me, and the second I shut down you forced your way inside. Tore my skin." He bristles and shakes his head. "You're getting no fucking mercy from me."
Skip is still shaking his head in fear when he's kicked in the dick. He bucks forward in pain, gagging and heaving.
"Nonono- fuck-"
He's gonna puke. Something feels ruptured. Hot liquid soaks into the crotch of his pants, and he's not sure if it's piss or blood at this point. He leans forward trying to make himself small but he can barely move, can't protect himself.
"You can't kill me... please...let me go, I'll do anything... please..." His whines are barely audible, just a murmured string of fearful pleading."
"Do you remember how many times it happened?" Peter asks, grabbing a fistful of his hair again and pulling it back to expose his throat. He drags the tip of his finger against his throat. "Nine times. Seven times you touched me, and made me touch you, and by the last two times you were raping me on that fucking couch." He hisses coldly.
"I should cut your fucking dick off for what you did to me, Steven." He huffs, grabbing one of his fingers and snapping it back without restraint. "I still might. But I'm gonna break a finger for every time you touched me first."
Skip gasps for breath as his neck is exposed, fearing that this is finally his end- but then new pain blooms in his finger.
"No! No please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again! Just don't - aaaargh!"
He finds Peter's eyes, begging him to stop, knowing it probably won't. They're hard as ice, not scared and sweet, like he remembers.
"This - it's not you, Peter! You were such a nice little kid! What would your uncle think? Or your aunt?"
I warned you.
I dunno what you're talking about. I've been cool as a cucumber, Mr. O.
You hurt Jax... I happen to live that girl very much, she's like a daughter to me.
Never call Me Mr O. It's Mr Osborn.
*he turns and locks the door behind him*
"Hey, hey now..."
Skip reaches for the gun under his desk.
"She hit me with a stapler. Girl's crazy. You should get her checked out. Or locked up. All that time in Hydra musta worn off on her."
You made a really bad choice today.
"No bad choices, only bad timing, baby. Who wants to know?"
“Me.”
Wade’s glare is hard as stone and cold as ice as he reaches out, grabbing Skip by the throat and backing him into the nearest wall. His above average human strength is enough to keep the guy forcefully pinned.
“You put your hands on the wrong girl today. Jax? My family.” Wade’s grip tightens, his lips curling into a sneer. “You’re going to stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me?”
"Whoa, dude. She only mentioned sisters. Not a butt-ass ugly brother with bad breath. Heh."
He puts his hands up.
"you don't gotta threaten me. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm not even powered, what am I gonna do?"
“Oh right. It’s hard to know who I am without the suit, isn’t it?” One corner of Wade’s mouth curls up into a threatening grin. “Names Deadpool. I’d say nice to meet you, but it’s not gonna be so nice.”
Wade starts slowly lifting Skip off of his feet, leaving him choking against the wall as his feet just barely dangle above the floor. “I’m gonna repeat myself again. I guess old age hasn’t helped your hearing. You’re going to stay away from Jax.”
"Deadpool? The Merc? I- aah- aaggghhh!"
Skip grabs at Wade's hands around his neck, trying to hold himself up so he doesn't get strangled.
"Yeah yeah! I'll leave her alone! Sure!"
“…I don’t believe you.” Wade throws Skip into his desk, stalking over to him. He once again grabs him but this time by the front of his shirt. His other hand is holding one of his knives, the blade presses against Skip’s throat. “Not just Jax, but her whole family.” Wade presses the blade harder. “Lyra, Amora.. all of them.” He hisses dangerously. “Understand? Because if I ever come back here again because I found out you hurt or touched one of them, you’re dead. No playing. Dead.”
Skip spralls onto his desk, knocking over his gaudy knickknacks, his computer screens flying into the wall.
"Aww, c'mon, don't wreck the place..."
He get hauled up again at knife point.
"Jeeze, this guy. What, are you trying to be a hero or something? I didn't think that was your shtick. Fine! Fine, her whole family. I'll stay away. The sisters too, yeah. Whatever you say."
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I warned you.
I dunno what you're talking about. I've been cool as a cucumber, Mr. O.
You made a really bad choice today.
"No bad choices, only bad timing, baby. Who wants to know?"
“Me.”
Wade’s glare is hard as stone and cold as ice as he reaches out, grabbing Skip by the throat and backing him into the nearest wall. His above average human strength is enough to keep the guy forcefully pinned.
“You put your hands on the wrong girl today. Jax? My family.” Wade’s grip tightens, his lips curling into a sneer. “You’re going to stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me?”
"Whoa, dude. She only mentioned sisters. Not a butt-ass ugly brother with bad breath. Heh."
He puts his hands up.
"you don't gotta threaten me. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm not even powered, what am I gonna do?"
“Oh right. It’s hard to know who I am without the suit, isn’t it?” One corner of Wade’s mouth curls up into a threatening grin. “Names Deadpool. I’d say nice to meet you, but it’s not gonna be so nice.”
Wade starts slowly lifting Skip off of his feet, leaving him choking against the wall as his feet just barely dangle above the floor. “I’m gonna repeat myself again. I guess old age hasn’t helped your hearing. You’re going to stay away from Jax.”
"Deadpool? The Merc? I- aah- aaggghhh!"
Skip grabs at Wade's hands around his neck, trying to hold himself up so he doesn't get strangled.
"Yeah yeah! I'll leave her alone! Sure!"
"So uh...what are you after? Jax said you wanted to talk about something."
@lyraqu1nn
Skip grins. His cheek is still a little bruised from where Jax hit him.
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you one of her pretty sisters? Or just a friend?"
"Sister. What uh...happened there?" Lyra gestures to his cheek.
"Oh, nothing. Ran into a door frame. Ha. Clumsy ole' me." He rubs it, turning away a little.
"So, I suppose you're powered, too? Same sad Hydra backstory?"
"No. I was one of the best agents. What do you want?"
"Uh...I'm not sure this is a good idea, actually."
"Norman wants to know if he can come."
@mothiebean
"Not a great idea, sweetheart... I don't think he and I will get along. Besides, remember what I said about secrets?"
"Oh right...I'm sorry."
"That's ok. You're learning...here, come on in my office, hun. You can sit on the couch if you like. Want anything to drink?"
Jax sat down on the couch and bit the inside of her cheek. "No, I'm good thanks..."
"Suit yourself..." Skip pours a scotch for himself from his mini bar then sits on the couch next to her, uncomfortably close. He drapes an arm over the back of the couch behind her shoulders.
"So what kinds of powers do you know about, so far?"
"I can camouflage, fly, I have super hearing and....that's it." She glances at his arm but thinks nothing of it.
"Ah, so no super strength... What's the camouflage like? I'd love to see it..." He brushes her hair away from her shoulder with a finger.
"I- uhm.." she moves up a little to get away from him. "It's something to do with my wings...but they're still healing since the incident with Logan so...sorry to disappoint."
She laughs awkwardly and looks away.
"Oh, no..." He frowns, pulling his hand back a little. "Did he hurt you? That's terrible."
"It-it wasn't his fault. He had taken the goblin serum and I ran into him at the wrong time..."
"That sounds...so scary, sweetheart." He lets his hand fall on her shoulder lightly, a reassuring pat. "What a monster. With my help training you, you never have to deal with that again..."
"Do you promise?"
He smiles and nods. "Of course. With my patented training method, you don't have to worry about anything, ever again. You just gotta listen to me, and do what I say, ok?" He squeezes her shoulder.
"Ok..what do we do first?"
He moves a little closer to her. "I need to see what I'm working with. What's your physique?
He slips both arms around her waist and pulls up the hem of her shirt.
"Why don't you take this off for me, sweetheart? I just want to look at your muscles. Totally professional."
"Uh no...no thanks." She stands up immediately and pulls her shirt back down..she puts her jumper on. "Can't we do it in a different way?"
"Come on, sweetheart, don't make a fuss..."
He stands up and pulls her back towards him by the waist.
"Just be a good girl and do what I say, ok? I promise it won't hurt. Much."
She starts trying to push him away. "Mr Wescott please back up. Please?" She starts panicking and backs up into his desk.
She feels around for anything she could hit him with.
"It's ok, don't worry. I'm just trying to help, remember? I'm a friend..." He face is hardening into a determined glare. He presses his body against hers and digs his hand into her shirt, trying to pull it off.
She grabs a stapler, closing her eyes and hits him around the head with it. She opens one eye to see his head bleeding and she drops the stapler. "I'm so so sorry! i-I didn't mean to! Are you ok?"
"Ow!" His hands shoot up to protect his head, and he steps back from her.
"You little bitch!" He read back and slaps he across the cheek.
She cries out. The slap knocking her to the floor, hitting her head on his desk as she fell. It knocked her dazed for a second or two. She pulls herself up using the desk, grabbing the stapler again.
"Ha. Take that. There's your first fighting lesson, sweetheart. Now, kindly put the weapon down. Or I'll be forced to restrain you. I got cuffs here somewhere..." He reaches for her free hand and jerks her across the floor. "Sometimes a little struggle is fun, but this is getting a bit rough for my tastes...I shoulda got out the chloroform..."
"No!" Jax twists herself around, almost breaking her arm, and bites his hand. Hard. She hits him again with the stapler. She ran behind his desk, looking for a letter opener, anything that would be a better weapon than this.
"Ow! What the fuck, you bit me!" Skip is shocked for a second, but then chases her, not wanting to let her get away. "C'mere you little - yeah, you like that?" They scuffle, him trying to get the upper hand, until he's got her up against the glass window behind his desk. "Just talk with me, sweetie. It doesn't have to be like this... you'll like it, I promise..." Me shoves his face against hers, trying to kiss her.
"S-Stop it!" She sobbed. She kicked and screamed but nothing... Just when she thinks about giving up. She realises she's against the window..
She swings her knee up to hit him in his groin and grabs his chair, smashing the window with it.
"Argh!" He grabs his stomach, nearly wretching. "Ok. Daddy's done playing nice, little girl..." He crowds towards her, darkness in his eyes. He effortlessly feels under the desk for a billy club he keeps there, then reaches towards her, ready to strike.
She looks back at him. "I-Im sorry Mr Wescott."
Just as he swings, she jumps out. She manages to fly to the building across from him. She lands to catch her breath, putting her hands on her knees.
Skip lunges to grab her, but has to catch himself on the window ledge instead.
"Fuck. Dammit. She's too strong for me..."
You made a really bad choice today.
"No bad choices, only bad timing, baby. Who wants to know?"
“Me.”
Wade’s glare is hard as stone and cold as ice as he reaches out, grabbing Skip by the throat and backing him into the nearest wall. His above average human strength is enough to keep the guy forcefully pinned.
“You put your hands on the wrong girl today. Jax? My family.” Wade’s grip tightens, his lips curling into a sneer. “You’re going to stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me?”
"Whoa, dude. She only mentioned sisters. Not a butt-ass ugly brother with bad breath. Heh."
He puts his hands up.
"you don't gotta threaten me. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm not even powered, what am I gonna do?"
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"So uh...what are you after? Jax said you wanted to talk about something."
@lyraqu1nn
Skip grins. His cheek is still a little bruised from where Jax hit him.
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you one of her pretty sisters? Or just a friend?"
"Sister. What uh...happened there?" Lyra gestures to his cheek.
"Oh, nothing. Ran into a door frame. Ha. Clumsy ole' me." He rubs it, turning away a little.
"So, I suppose you're powered, too? Same sad Hydra backstory?"
"Norman wants to know if he can come."
@mothiebean
"Not a great idea, sweetheart... I don't think he and I will get along. Besides, remember what I said about secrets?"
"Oh right...I'm sorry."
"That's ok. You're learning...here, come on in my office, hun. You can sit on the couch if you like. Want anything to drink?"
Jax sat down on the couch and bit the inside of her cheek. "No, I'm good thanks..."
"Suit yourself..." Skip pours a scotch for himself from his mini bar then sits on the couch next to her, uncomfortably close. He drapes an arm over the back of the couch behind her shoulders.
"So what kinds of powers do you know about, so far?"
"I can camouflage, fly, I have super hearing and....that's it." She glances at his arm but thinks nothing of it.
"Ah, so no super strength... What's the camouflage like? I'd love to see it..." He brushes her hair away from her shoulder with a finger.
"I- uhm.." she moves up a little to get away from him. "It's something to do with my wings...but they're still healing since the incident with Logan so...sorry to disappoint."
She laughs awkwardly and looks away.
"Oh, no..." He frowns, pulling his hand back a little. "Did he hurt you? That's terrible."
"It-it wasn't his fault. He had taken the goblin serum and I ran into him at the wrong time..."
"That sounds...so scary, sweetheart." He lets his hand fall on her shoulder lightly, a reassuring pat. "What a monster. With my help training you, you never have to deal with that again..."
"Do you promise?"
He smiles and nods. "Of course. With my patented training method, you don't have to worry about anything, ever again. You just gotta listen to me, and do what I say, ok?" He squeezes her shoulder.
"Ok..what do we do first?"
He moves a little closer to her. "I need to see what I'm working with. What's your physique?
He slips both arms around her waist and pulls up the hem of her shirt.
"Why don't you take this off for me, sweetheart? I just want to look at your muscles. Totally professional."
"Uh no...no thanks." She stands up immediately and pulls her shirt back down..she puts her jumper on. "Can't we do it in a different way?"
"Come on, sweetheart, don't make a fuss..."
He stands up and pulls her back towards him by the waist.
"Just be a good girl and do what I say, ok? I promise it won't hurt. Much."
She starts trying to push him away. "Mr Wescott please back up. Please?" She starts panicking and backs up into his desk.
She feels around for anything she could hit him with.
"It's ok, don't worry. I'm just trying to help, remember? I'm a friend..." He face is hardening into a determined glare. He presses his body against hers and digs his hand into her shirt, trying to pull it off.
She grabs a stapler, closing her eyes and hits him around the head with it. She opens one eye to see his head bleeding and she drops the stapler. "I'm so so sorry! i-I didn't mean to! Are you ok?"
"Ow!" His hands shoot up to protect his head, and he steps back from her.
"You little bitch!" He read back and slaps he across the cheek.
She cries out. The slap knocking her to the floor, hitting her head on his desk as she fell. It knocked her dazed for a second or two. She pulls herself up using the desk, grabbing the stapler again.
"Ha. Take that. There's your first fighting lesson, sweetheart. Now, kindly put the weapon down. Or I'll be forced to restrain you. I got cuffs here somewhere..." He reaches for her free hand and jerks her across the floor. "Sometimes a little struggle is fun, but this is getting a bit rough for my tastes...I shoulda got out the chloroform..."
"No!" Jax twists herself around, almost breaking her arm, and bites his hand. Hard. She hits him again with the stapler. She ran behind his desk, looking for a letter opener, anything that would be a better weapon than this.
"Ow! What the fuck, you bit me!" Skip is shocked for a second, but then chases her, not wanting to let her get away. "C'mere you little - yeah, you like that?" They scuffle, him trying to get the upper hand, until he's got her up against the glass window behind his desk. "Just talk with me, sweetie. It doesn't have to be like this... you'll like it, I promise..." Me shoves his face against hers, trying to kiss her.
"S-Stop it!" She sobbed. She kicked and screamed but nothing... Just when she thinks about giving up. She realises she's against the window..
She swings her knee up to hit him in his groin and grabs his chair, smashing the window with it.
"Argh!" He grabs his stomach, nearly wretching. "Ok. Daddy's done playing nice, little girl..." He crowds towards her, darkness in his eyes. He effortlessly feels under the desk for a billy club he keeps there, then reaches towards her, ready to strike.
