Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

There's something you have to understand about me, James, I'll never be happy. It's just not in God's plan for me. I said in a distressed but rushed manner as I exhaled, just wanting to escape this conversation and situation. The truth was, I didn't want to hear the truth. You weren't wrong in anything you said about me. I knew I tortured myself through isolation, but it was for the best. Even if the best was at the expense of my own happiness, and maybe partially my sanity. I listened to your words closely and carefully. I empathized with you immensely, and had no excuses left to give you for my runaway. I was in the same mindset as you were when you left New York, except I've been trapped in this hellhole of a life cycle for my whole life. My eyes fell to the ground as i processed the thought of you spending the last 70 years as a virtually zombie killing machine. Me too ... I whispered to myself as my hands came over my eyes to shield my face. Head down, I tried not to remember the death toll that plague my existence, but it was undeniable. Removing my hand from my eyes and taking a deep breath, No. I said firmly. I'm not here right now. I never found you. I was lead in circles and eventually hit multiple dead ends. As far as Rogers is concerned, you're long gone. Too far for anyone to find. I said this once to him and ill tell him again, let him come to you . Pausing, I smiled lightly. You should... when you're ready- I stopped dead in my sentence, my eyes instantly leaving yours to stare at the door. Jaw half open, it was as if suddenly I was out of breath. My eyes darted back to you. Someone is here. I whispered, instantly hushing my voice as if something dangerous was on the horizon. Someone from my past. I could feel their presence, and it wasn't welcoming. I could hear their thoughts faintly, in disorganized chunks. It was an enemy, and they certainly weren't coming to say hello Trust me. I whispered ever so silently, practically mouthing the words without even emitting a sound. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. I put my index finger over my mouth to signal for you to be quiet. I pushed you against the wall you were already leaning on, which so happened to be behind the door. Softly letting go of the doorknob, as to not let the door move not to make a sound, I leaned the backside of my body against yours. As if to shield you, or hide you, despite your evidently larger frame, I lightly pinned your bionic arm against the wall as to tell you not to attack to stay calm and to stay quiet. Knock, knock, knock. A man's voice called out. Mr. Barnes? I squeezed your arm a little tighter, terrified that my quest here had lead an enemy right to your door. My eyes narrowed in as the door began to slowly creek open. As half of a body slowly inched through the door and into the apartment, I saw a gun. I instantly reacted. Not even giving you a chance to make a move, I slammed the door repeatedly on the man, the sound of his body cracking among the crushing force of each blow. He dropped the pistol, and then to the floor, his body transforming with deep blue spikes all throughout the body. This was no man. This was Mystique. I was fast, but she was faster. Healing quickly from the fractures, she darted for the gun and pointed it straight at my chest. She stared at me with a smirk on her fast. I always was faster than you. But I'm not here for you, I'm not even here for him. But he is. Right on cue, Magneto walked in to the apartment, completely helmeted and in full gear. He was ready to mingle. Now remember, darling. He spoke to Mystique, Whatever you do, don't let her touch you. His eyes panned over to you before falling to me.