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[Fic] X-Men First Class //
I really want Destiny to show up and be Raven's girlfriend in the movieverse. That would mean a lot to me.
X-Men: First Class //
G | 300 words | Irene, Raven | No spoilers | The target's a bloody mess in his hotel room.
Mystique takes the elevator, wearing the face of one of her target's bodyguards. She left the bodyguard in one of the bathroom downstairs; the target is a bloody mess in his hotel room. She checks herself in the mirror, pretending to adjust her tie. No blood.
There's a girl by the buttons, the only other person in the elevator, and Mystique takes her in automatically. Short brown hair, sunglasses, white cane, holding herself tense with a smile on her face like she's waiting for a surprise to go off. As the door closes, the girl reaches out and puts a hand on Mystique's elbow. "It's Raven, right?"
Before Raven can do more than tense, the girl's talking again. "The one you left downstairs is going to wake up in a minute, and they'll be coming straight through the lobby around the time we get there. You can probably make it through the elevator shaft, but it's going to be easier if you just look like someone who could be guiding me."
Mystique has no reason to listen to her, should shake her off and follow the plan. Even if she does listen to her, she should go through the lift shaft, escape that way, pose as a maid until she can walk out. Raven has always been good at reading people though, knows how to pick who she trusts even without Charles in her ear. By the time they get out of the elevator she could be the girl's sister. Men in suits run past them, yelling, running up the stairs.
"I'm Irene," the girl says under the cover of the noise. Her smile is bright, her grip on Raven's arm sure. "We are gonna be great together. Now let me take you out for coffee so I can explain."
X-Men: First Class //
G | 300 words | Irene, Raven | No spoilers | The target's a bloody mess in his hotel room.
Mystique takes the elevator, wearing the face of one of her target's bodyguards. She left the bodyguard in one of the bathroom downstairs; the target is a bloody mess in his hotel room. She checks herself in the mirror, pretending to adjust her tie. No blood.
There's a girl by the buttons, the only other person in the elevator, and Mystique takes her in automatically. Short brown hair, sunglasses, white cane, holding herself tense with a smile on her face like she's waiting for a surprise to go off. As the door closes, the girl reaches out and puts a hand on Mystique's elbow. "It's Raven, right?"
Before Raven can do more than tense, the girl's talking again. "The one you left downstairs is going to wake up in a minute, and they'll be coming straight through the lobby around the time we get there. You can probably make it through the elevator shaft, but it's going to be easier if you just look like someone who could be guiding me."
Mystique has no reason to listen to her, should shake her off and follow the plan. Even if she does listen to her, she should go through the lift shaft, escape that way, pose as a maid until she can walk out. Raven has always been good at reading people though, knows how to pick who she trusts even without Charles in her ear. By the time they get out of the elevator she could be the girl's sister. Men in suits run past them, yelling, running up the stairs.
"I'm Irene," the girl says under the cover of the noise. Her smile is bright, her grip on Raven's arm sure. "We are gonna be great together. Now let me take you out for coffee so I can explain."