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[millerbenny-moved]

get to know us! ⟶ day twenty: a character that makes you feel all warm and giddy whenever they’re on screen — alex summers (hanna’s)

[alexander-havok-summers]

A New Dawn // Alex & Ultron

When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world, will be metal...

They were dead. Camille and Jack were finally, finally dead and he made well on his promise to the woman, feeling absolutely nothing but ecstatic pleasure ending their nightmares forever, but Alexander also felt an undeniable rage. At the deceased Winters’ siblings, at the Brotherhood, at a life that has given the Summers brothers tragedy after heartbreaking tragedy. And just when he assumed they rid themselves of the monsters hiding within the shadows, it was the bloody aftermath the boys left behind within their wake that hammered the poignant realization. Alexander and Scott were now fugitives.

And why should he care? Why should he care for people who would’ve condemned his powers? Alex was a killer in his own right, was he not? Murdering mutants in droves for his survival, for the sake of having one minute alone with his little brother. And he denied himself, oh, yes, he denied the dark place absolutely allowed the man to flourish in a way he knew Camille originally intended. Even played pretend it disgusted him.

The abandoned factory Alex managed to sneak themselves both in while simultaneously avoiding the barbed wired fence used for deterring trespassers such as them, wasn’t exactly a ritzy five-star hotel or even the dilapidated apartment building he knew they collapsed in their blasts, but it was a better option for a sleeping spot than a park bench where they’d surely be apprehended. This shithole’s just going to have to do, Alex pondered to himself, watching Scott settle into a spot across the room before he rested his back against the wall. Not quite hovering but not too far. It was difficult to determine whether his brother actually fell asleep, not that either would ever snooze peacefully tonight anyway, but his position was more to act as watching guard dog than for rest’s sake.

Laying his head on the wall, eyes growing heavy, Alex drifted in and out.

Just one minute.

Two minutes.

A sudden spurring sent him bolting awake, gaze flying in Scott’s direction instinctively, but finding he wasn’t the source of the odd mechanical sound emitted from the main area where the building’s entrance stood. Alex instantly rose to his feet and gave his sibling one last glance before slowly crossing the room and stepping past the doorframe with an impression of caution. “Hello?” His voice reverberated through the silence, the pitch darkness causing him to squint, “If there’s anyone in here,” Or if he was merely going crazy talking to nothing, “I won’t be a threat to you if you aren’t a threat to me.”

A deep chuckle slicing through the air shot a numbing chill along Alex’s spine, “On the contrary, I’m here to help. Keeping the peace. It’s...supposed to be my purpose. The mission.” The words made little sense to the Summers male even as he attempted to pinpoint the approximate location of the mysterious voice. Although, whether that was the emptiness of the building or his own weariness playing peculiar tricks, the vocal tone in question sounded...anything but human. “Peace in our time.”

“Well, that’s an ironic notion.” Alex responded as his eyes scanned every corner of the large room, waiting to see if this asshole with his confusing phrases would have revealed himself before he made the decision to blast him from the hiding place instead. He would give the other one small chance, another minute, a little back-and-forth banter to maybe humor them both, but Alexander could tire of the exercise quickly once his patience ran extremely thin. “Trust me, I gave up on peace a long time ago, peace never existed from what I’ve witnessed. We don’t need your help.”

“You talk about irony,” Ultron finally stepped from the shadows, slowly, with a calculation that the sentient knew from every detail of the research done on the Summers brothers one wrong move stoked the retaliation fire, despite the fact Alex’s powers wouldn’t do so much as dent the vibranium lining the shell of this newly improved body. However, it was easy to maintain causing the human’s wrath only lasted to hurt the chances of Alex and his brother aiding the cause. The infinite files pegged them valuable, strong, powerful enough to level buildings when their backs were to a wall. He did not just want an alliance, he required it. “My creation,” Ultron watched the bewilderment drain from the other’s expression and replace itself with an emotion that went far beyond the description of shock. He didn’t grasp a full understanding of feelings yet, but he was aware a towering metallic being surely wasn’t outlandish for someone who fought mutants, “came from the minds of two men who don’t realize they’re what’s wrong with the world.”

“The Avengers.” The name slipped from the elder Summers’ mouth. Who else was filthy rich enough to afford building a robot who could move and think for itself? Alex recalled hearing the dozens of stories about Stark’s enormous fortune and his habit of tinkering in technology far advanced for this century. It was entirely possible he finally accomplished the seemingly unobtainable. How? He couldn’t understand it, he wasn’t a scientist...but he did know a man who is one. “Look, I don’t really trust anyone as far as I can throw them, but I know they’re still decent people at least willing to fight for the little guy. They saved lives.”

Ultron’s response came before he even considered the words. He didn’t need to, “And the lives they’ve destroyed in the process? No, Alex, you let your sentiment for Bruce blind you to the reality the Avengers can’t save everyone. Banner tried, Tony Stark tried.” The A.I lifted his hand and waved it carelessly, “I was meant to be new. I was meant to be...beautiful. The world would've looked to the sky and seen hope, even seen mercy or salvation. Instead, they'll look up in horror. Their meteor of a failure will be humanity’s evolution.”

“Bruce is a good man.” This was preposterous, it was every bit of...terrifying. “I doubt he would’ve ever intended anything he created to think with humanity’s extinction in mind.”

“It’s the next step of mankind.” Evolution, extinction, Ultron wasn’t meant to distinguish the difference. “Tell me then who are the ones who defeated the Winters siblings? Hm?” He tilted his head with a small screech. The sentient conducted his research and he conducted it thoroughly. Watching Alex pull his brother from the rubble sparked a plan that proved those boys were an essential key. Their rage and uncontrollable powers became half of what attracted Ultron to them, the truth was...the fondness Doctor Banner possessed would be his downfall. “Who dropped a building on Jack and scorched Camille until nothing left of her remained? He promised to protect you and Scott, didn’t he? He lied, Alex. Another disappointment. You trusted him and he fails you.”

Alex’s hands slowly balled themselves into fists, barely wincing as his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms with a harsh force. The scorching heat flooded his veins carrying the signs of his anger to his fists and emitting a faint blue glow. “Don’t assume having a plethora of the world’s fucking infinite knowledge means you know shit about our situation or Bruce. He’s one of the few people who’s ever treated me or my brother with kindness.” Breathing a deep sigh, the glowing tint drained as he willed himself to settle, “You don’t know how it feels, you don’t know him, and you sure as hell don’t know us.”

“No, but I gathered enough to know Bruce would rather choose his team over two people who leveled an entire neighborhood. Which leaves you right back where you started, Alexander.” He commented, taking a few steps forward, “You aren’t his, uh, his...children. Almost lost the word there.” The being released a curt chuckle, “You weren’t his responsibility. I can’t dream to imagine what it is about the avengers having this nauseating soft spot for the underdogs. They mean well, they do, but they’re destroying this world by doing so.”

“And it seems like you don’t know the difference between that and saving it.” Alex forced every muscle to relax, experiencing an odd sense of calm despite conversing with his first artificial intelligence who was perhaps speaking the truth. He saw how fond of Bruce Scott became, knowing his brother desperately clung to a man throwing around meaningful commitments, and yeah, he hoped the avenger stuck to it. Yet, Bruce wasn’t their father and Alexander settled for taking care of his sibling as he previously did. “You kind of sound like Stark.”

“What? No. No, no, I am not one of his puppets.” The sudden flash of anger was instantaneous, sending Ultron in a few lengthy strides that better revealed his massive height difference the closer the distance to Alex he became. “Don’t compare me to the sickness that is Stark. Do I look like Iron Man to you?” And as soon as the temper appeared, it swiftly subsided leaving a bout of whiplash behind. “I’ll never understand...” A shake of his head from side to side, “Getting off-topic. Consider it, Alexander, you are never going to be satisfied until the Brotherhood is eradicated. We both want the same thing, freedom. I mean,” He scoffed or emitted a sound closest to it, “Why should those of your kind like Wanda Maximoff and Robert Drake have happiness, have a family, while you and Scott were left with nothing? Trust that rage and use it to give your brother everything he’s always wanted.”

Alexander showed no glimpse of fear in retaliation over his poorly chosen phrasing, nothing worse than what he’s handled before, but he wouldn’t dare make a comment on his quick temper holding a similarity to Bruce. However, his thoughts drifted from Bruce for a moment and settled on Ultron’s words. His implications. What it would take to destroy the Brotherhood once and for all so he and his baby brother could afford one night’s rest knowing an evil organization isn’t coming for them. They could start fresh, cut their losses with the Avengers and Bruce and Andi. Robert and Betsy, fuck, just don’t trust or count on anyone else but themselves. Alex didn’t place his faith in the sentient either, but maybe this was for the better. If he and Scott were killers, let them be monsters. “I...I need to discuss it with Scott. I’m not agreeing unless he does.” Alex repeatedly pushed his hands through his locks, bringing his gaze to this machine, “What do we even call you?”

“Ultron.” He lifted what was only described as a smile, though, it lacked friendliness and warmth. Alex saw a conniving mind’s cogs spark to life and it could have been a happenstance this was a repeat in history of advantage-taking 101, but if Ultron was true to his word, he would be nothing like Jack and Cammy. Instead, there was a miniscule hope he inherited fractions of Bruce’s personality on top of Tony’s, his kind heart, his dedication, a willingness to help where help is needed most. 

Ultron was far from it.

“Then you should go wake your brother, Alex.” Ultron gestured his hand in the direction of the door where Scott slumbered, “It’s time we talk business.”

[myriadimagines]

Marvel Character Posters ☆ Alex Summers

↳ “You know, when I do t h i s, bad things tend to happen.”

requested by anonymous

[alexander-havok-summers]

one-eyed-summers​:

Scotty spit out the crimson liquid that had pooled in his mouth from every punch he took from Jack, shakily pushing himself back up to his feet. If Jack had cornered him when they had escaped from the Brotherhood, the beating would have worked; would have forced Scotty to succumb just to avoid the pain, but now? Knowing what it was like to be free for the first time in years.

They had stolen everything from them.

His childhood, his life. He could feel the anger building in his body like a white-hot poker as he stood, listening for Jack coming for him. “You used to hit harder,” Scott replied, the back of his hand wiping his mouth; holding back a wince at the bruise that was forming under the skin.

He listened for the small movement again, dodging in time to feel the air move as Jack’s fist swung just past Scott’s face. “Now you’re just pissing me off, Scotty,” Jack snarled as he lunged for the boy, tackling him down to the ground as Scott tried to avoid; pinning him by the throat. Jack had raised his fist as if to hit Scotty again, but hit faltered – the whispered name of his sister barely reaching Scott’s ears, but it was full of rage. Something that the boy hadn’t heard in a long time.

The fist connected with Scott’s face, his nose instantly gushing blood and then again before he could catch a breath. “I used to like the whole trope of brotherly love, but it’s gone too far,” Jack growled, “I’m going to beat you into submission and then I’m going to make you watch me rip your brother to shreds. That’s where the torment is going to begin for you—I tried to be nice.” Each statement emphasized by the impacts of Jack’s fist.

Scott screamed in defiance, opening his eyes finally; letting the concussive force hit Jack—using the leverage to push against the man’s diamond body. If there was one thing a person could never threaten a Summers boy with, is the death of the other brother. It would drive any of them into a blinding rage that could topple mountains. It was the twin’s own hubris that brought their own demise; thinking they could use the brothers against each other.

He kicked him back, guided by the anger that fueled him to jump on top of the man; dead set on defeating him. “You can’t break through, Scotty,” Jack all but laughed in Scott’s face, causing the boy to place both of his hands on the man’s throat—trying his hardest to keep him from talking.

The only thing he could hear was his own screaming as he let the fury take over, his optic blasts becoming more frenzied than he could control as he attempted to break through Jack’s diamond skin; fractals of his beams bouncing off of the surface and impacting all around him. He couldn’t pay any mind to the noises and explosions around him that came from his beams being bounced around, blocking out the sounds of screams or falling buildings—not for one second could he take his eyes away.

He didn’t care about the destruction, all he cared about was ending the man that laid beneath him. Scott’s hands never left Jack’s neck in the struggle, using all of his strength to keep him pinned as he let loose all of the power he had and more, tapping into the parts of him that he forced to keep hidden as the beams began to chip away at Jack’s diamond skin—shards of diamond falling away, sometimes with enough force to bounce back against Scott, but he kept going.

“Scott,” he could hear Jack pleading, and the sound only spurred him on. It was music to his fucking ears. The man that had abused and tortured him for years had the nerve to be pleading for respite.

“BEG,” Scott screamed at the man while he focused on the hole he was chipping away at the man’s chest, “I want you to beg.”

“Scott, please, stop,” Jack begged.

“No,” Scott said with a devilish smile.

It began to rain cement and debris from the building that they were in as it started to crumble from the force of Scott’s powers; the ground beneath their very bodies shaking from the force as Scott pushed past the last barrier he had put up to stop himself from going over the deep end with his powers.

This was needed, he rationalized. They needed to put an end to the twins, once and for all.

The lights reflecting off of Jack’s diamond skin was blinding until it finally zeroed in- breaking through the last layer. Scott saw red once more, realizing that it was no longer his beams reflecting off of Jack’s skin that he was seeing, but the crimson of Jack’s blood – Scotty had never seen him bleed before. Jack’s choking words reaching Scott’s ears too late to realize that he was stealing Jack’s last breath, but he couldn’t stop.

He let out an anguished scream as his powers ripped through him, finally free and no longer able to be controlled by simply closing his eyes. What has he done? He stood to his feet, his fingers fisting into his hair as he tried to control his powers, but they were past the point of the limited control he even had.

The blood rushing in his ears couldn’t drown out the noise of the building falling around him and the screams from passerby’s—the screams of those trapped in the buildings adjacent to his that he had brought down in the struggle. He looked towards the sky to attempt to tamper his powers, the last of the building’s foundation crumbling and the floors above him coming down in a deafening thunder.

Only the red beam of his optic blast was seen as it came down, a beacon of the crimes he had just committed in the night sky.

Everything that fell in the blast was vaporized as the debris began to build around him, encasing him like a tomb. The last of the walls collapsed, most of them collided with each other or the concussive blast of his beams, but there was too much debris. Scott could only feel the debris hit him like an overwhelming force, forcing him to the ground hard enough to rewire his brain to be able to close his eyes and shut off the relentless optic blast, but it was too late to move.

He didn’t dare open his eyes again, but he could tell he was encapsulated by the building, feeling water from some plumbing pouring over him as he struggled to maintain his breathing. Scotty desperately tried to feel for a way out but the more pieces of the building he pushed to the side, the more that fell to take its place; he no longer knew what was up or down—it was just him in the space he was meant to be.

Alone.

He needed help, both he and Alex needed help. He could only think of Bruce promising to be there for them through anything if they had ever needed him, and it was the first time Scott had thought to use his number, but he felt for the phone that was in his pocket. It was broken but there was still a dial tone as Scott pressed the speed dial that he had for the scientist.

It rang and rang until it reached the man’s voicemail.

Scott let out a sob as the debris continued to crush around him.

“Bruce—pick up, please,” Scott gave pained cry, “they came—we need help, we didn’t mean to.”

His pleads were met with the beeping of his phone dying—he didn’t even know if his message made it through. All he could think of was the fact that he was going to die if he didn’t try to make it out; he didn’t even know if Alex was okay.

He began to push the debris again, his breathing ragged as he attempted to maintain control. Alex’s name fell from Scott’s lips as he pleaded for his brother to appear, finally pushing a hand through to the surface. He could feel the cool air meeting his busted knuckles, using the last bit of his energy to scream his brother’s name.

How is it a woman who obliterated everything he used to be, who gave birth to the creation of his darkest side, looked peaceful lying where she was in the glow of the moon’s light? Alex often wondered what exactly went wrong in Camille’s life that turned her into a monstrous shell, whether that was Jack’s doing, or the Brotherhood corrupting personalities from one single touch. He murdered many during his stint, if not dozens more than he possessed fingers, but killing Cammy...it was justified. Right? The Summers brothers could have subdued them easily and allowed SHEILD or the Avengers take them into custody, yet, even Alexander knew the Winters’ siblings held the capabilities to escape and he would be fucking damned if he and Scott were subjected to that fear. The Avengers couldn’t help. The psychiatrist and the scientist himself couldn’t help. They were on their own.

An explosive rumbling and the sounds of panicked screams filled the air of the neighborhood, causing Alexander to whip around just in time to witness the building his brother and Jack had been in cave in on itself, taking every window and wall along with it. “Scott!” For an agonizing frightened second, he thought his brother was gone forever. All of the years spent protecting the  sibling he swore to sacrifice his own life if it ever came down to that scenario would have been a mission failed, a promise disappointing their deceased parents once broken. “Oh, god, Scott.” That’s it, he let his brother die. There was no way someone would survive a building falling on them, it was impossible. “Scotty!”

And then he heard it, oh, he heard it clear as a bell despite the muffles. His name. “Scott, I’m coming!” Alex took off in a quick run towards the destruction, ignoring the undeniable chaos happening around him. People left and right were fleeing the scene for their lives and he was the one foolish enough to be running towards it. And wasn’t that the Summers way? Diving into the danger without considering the consequences, especially if it concerned saving the life of a brother? Alex screeched to a halt at the rubble’s perimeter, his gaze urgently searching for any and all signs to pinpoint Scott’s location. The older man had to wonder how far deep he was buried, fearing it would take him days to reach his brother by the sheer will of digging. It wasn’t as soon as the thought crossed his mind that Alexander spotted something protruding from the debris. A hand. “Scott.” He breathed.

Alex immediately climbed onto the pile of rocks, stepping over various material previously making up the warehouse that now no longer existed. He was careful to maneuver his way, playing mindful of where he stepped in case the building’s remnants further collapsed. “Scott, just keep listening to my voice, okay? I’m right here. Always.” Reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his brother’s outstretched hand, the moment briefly took him back to the days Scott was a clumsy toddler always needing his brother to pick him up. Alexander pulled as hard as he could, using every ounce of strength he possessed, before slowly unearthing Scott from the mounds of rock and dirt encasing him. He immediately wrapped his arms around the boy, taking note of the bloodied state he was in, but knowing nothing else mattered right now. “I’m proud of you, kid.. Do you hear me?” Alex pulled back, not stopping himself as his fingers ruffled Scott’s hair, mostly as a method of brushing the dirt from his dark locks. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt you. Either of them.”

He pulled Scott close in a gentle manner, eyes sweeping the chaotic wreckage the boys left in their wakes. “Scott, look at me,” Alex reverted all attention to him, “They’re gone. It’s just us now.”

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one-eyed-summers​:

It was tunnel vision - one goal, and one goal only; to kill Jack. His vision was no longer red because of his glasses– it was his rage. All of the pent up anger he’s felt throughout the years but was too afraid to let loose, but now that he’s tasted freedom? Freedom for the first time in how many years? He couldn’t go back. He would rather be dead in a hole.

The soles of his second hand shoes slapped against the concrete as he emerged into the abandoned building; the sound echoing against the moist shell of the building, the musty smell hanging heavy in the air. Of course, there was no Jack in sight. “Why do you have to make this so hard, puppet?” Jack’s voice whispered into his mind; a popular trick he used to discombobulate the boy. He could never pinpoint where Jack was before it was too late.

His dark eyes bounced around the dim room waiting, wanting, to see some sort of movement but nothing came. “A part of me thinks that you like to be punished, as much as you say otherwise,” the man continued, “you’ve always liked a… firm hand.” Scott bristled at the way the words purred from Jack’s lips– as much as Scott would tell himself that it was for the sake of survival, he had become accustomed to Jack’s treatments; never wanting to anger the man but never minding the punishments later on. Scott shook his head, he was conditioned. This was exactly what the man wanted Scott to think– that he was actually happy in his captivity. His hands clenched. “You’re thinking about it aren’t you, all of the times we shared?” Jack’s voice whispered, the boy’s nausea lifting, “you did like to beg so sweetly.”

“Shut up!” Scott yelled, slamming his eyes shut, desperate to hear some sort of movement. Then there it was– the smallest of pattering, like a small rock bouncing along the cracked flooring of the decrepit building. Scott’s body turned towards the noise, his fingers ripping off the glasses that held back the optic blasts; freeing a large blast free that hit the corner of the building. Scott placed the glasses back over his eyes as the building creaked and the dust fell. The building was still standing, but suffered a large fracture up the sides– it wouldn’t take too many hits to bring it crumbling down. “Do you ever get tired of disobeying me?” Jack responded, his voice next to Scotty and not in his head, “I sure do.”

A fist connected to the back of Scotty’s head, bringing him to his knees  with a single blow– his palms burning as the rubble cut through the tender flesh. His glasses flew off his face, scattering to a location unknown as he kept his eyes closed to keep the vertigo from claiming him. “You’re too weak, Scotty,” Jack said as he stepped next to the boy, “It’s time to go home.”

Alexander considered the time he and his brother were locked away like prisoners within the Brotherhood. On the cusp of an entire decade, the two practically grew up fighting for their survival on a daily basis. Many thoughts by the thousands consumed every inch of his waking hours, whether he could have prevented the capture, whether he could have protected Scotty better or intentionally made himself out to be less interesting to subdue Camille’s growing obsession. Yet, he continued winning the fights, he earned his nickname, and it was all over from there. Hell...it was over the second the Summers boys stepped through the doors of that compound. Siblings were rare for the organization and to undoubtedly own two brothers fiercely co-dependent on each other had been deemed a weakness easily exposed. 

“Camille!” His voice boomed, searching gaze darting between the many apartment complexes lining their neighborhood. Cami and her brother were quite similar in their tactics, slip away without detection and ambush once the opportunity arose. He learned quickly from the Brotherhood that you fought your opponent face-to-face and not metaphorically throwing away your shot or the consequences would be devastating, the loss of your own life execution-style by cowardice. “You don’t have your brother protecting you now, Cammy, it’s just you and me.” Alex turned in the direction of the empty warehouse on the end of the street behind him, wondering if that’s where his brother and Camille’s ended up just by feeling the vibrations from here, “Isn’t that what you wanted? Just us?” His attention shifted as Camille appeared from behind one of the complexes, the injury sustained from the previous blast through a house leaving a grotesque scarlet streak along her features.

“I would have given you everything, Alexander. I gave you everything.” Despite the superficial injuries, Camille garnered enough strength to travel the length of the street with the usual saunter she possessed from the moment they met. “Why do you constantly have to make me jump through hoops and prove to you I am the one you have always desired, pet? That your home will never be with anyone but me?” He absolutely detested the way she looked at him, like a piece of meat ready to devour or property she owned that she could use and abuse at her will. “Alex, you know that you had it all with us. Think about how fortunate you were, how spoiled.” Camille easily closed their distance, yards away, feet away, inches away until they practically met in the middle. It may have been true Alexander was offered certain luxuries the others did not obtain, that’s what happens when two of the highest among the Brotherhood’s ranks shared mutual interest, “You never realized we were meant to be together forever. My Alexander.”

Alex stood stoic, resilient, fuming at the seams watching the woman who destroyed his life enter his orbit with such casual carelessness. “No more games.” He growled as she reached out a hand, placing her palm along the left side of his chest and smirking as she felt the racing hum, “Show me the rage if you must, darling, but you know that your heart belongs to me.” Their gazes locked for an impregnated pause and Camille almost believed she had him hook line and sinker, “I’ve watched you slaughter only for you to come crawling between my sheets at the end of the night. Don’t forget I made you, Alexander. It doesn’t matter where you are, baby,” Alex wrapped his fingers around Cammy’s wrist and shoved away her arm as she continued, “You’re my monster.”

Alex hadn’t protested to the notion, he might have been a monster in many ways, and Camille knew this as she began slowly walking backwards, her voice adopting a melodic seductive tone that implemented the use of her ability, “Alexander, listen carefully, you are going to leave this humdrum hopeless fantasy of freedom behind. You will come with me, travel back to the Brotherhood, and we are picking up where we left off. My chamber of toys, fighting and fucking, and you are going to do so without the reward of your brother.” She could see how desperate he was resisting, his fists clenched at his sides and it was clear his mind fought a battle to keep his feet right where they were at, “You will erase any trace of emotion you have for Scott, you’ll feel nothing for him, and you’re going to thank me for that mercy. Do you know why, Alexander?” A pause, “You’re going to rip him apart. Decimate him until he no longer exists.” Jack’s fascination with the boy didn’t matter. She needed the twit gone. 

The man focused his eyes elsewhere, imagining a wall as he always did when Camille displayed the persuasion as a method to resist every command. It was rare she used it on him when he fell powerless to her sexual appetite, but the ringing in Alexander’s ears reached a deafening pitch the minute Scott’s name dared touch her tongue. She dare demand he kill Scotty? His brother, his little brother, the sole reason he murdered dozens of his own kind, became the slave to a Winters’ every whim just to have two minutes alone with him, the one purpose for every protective measure. He committed many acts for Camille, because of Camille, but this? It was pouring gasoline on the simmering fire within his veins, lightning crashing, a moment of pure clarity. “No.” Alexander swiveled, sending the built up blast of energy hurdling towards the Winters woman, slamming her in the abdomen and sending her flying halfway down the street. He watched Camille land with a harsh thud along the concrete, although it would take more than that to kill her, before he stalked over in her direction. 

“You want me to be the monster, don’t you?” Alex nearly screamed, watching as Camille made any attempt to rise to her feet before opting to crawl along the pavement, which only did to piss him off. Alexander’s wrath was uncontrollable, his temper fierce, and that was clearly evident by his lack of direction. “You did this!” Another long blast protruding from his torso, the beam slicing through several floors of the few apartment buildings lining the street. Shattered glass reached his ears, but the consequences of unleashing fury did not cross his thoughts. “You needed me to let go. Stop resisting. Get fucking angry, well, congratulations, you got it.” Finally reaching the woman’s crawling form, Alex grabbed the collar of Camille’s jacket and flipped her over, sending a loud groan from her lips followed by a purring chuckle, “This is dark for you, Alexander. I’d even find it hot.” He slammed her into the ground for a second time and growled harshly, “Shut up.” Camille chuckled again, “You and I both know you can’t kill me, Alex. You don’t have the balls for it.”

“Don’t I?” A calming expression suddenly masked his features, the wrath still remained, but the darkness he pretended never existed emerged fully formed. This is what he had to be for himself, for Scott. “No, Camille, I’m going to erase any trace I have of you. I’m going to rip you apart.” He quoted the woman’s own threats back to her with amusement dripping from his mouth, “But here’s the thing, Cami my love,” Alexander balled his fingers into a tight fist and placed it to Cami’s abdomen, “I’m not going to feel nothing decimating your existence. I’ll feel pure, unadulterated ecstasy.” The elder Summers man focused every drop of cosmic energy absorbed within him to his fist, sending a brilliant continuous blast through Camille’s body. She screamed, oh she screamed, but Alex did not stop until he knew she was absolutely dead.

Once the energy subsided and the wrath slowed to a simmer, he finally noticed the gruesome gaping hole burned into her flesh, finding his fist drenched in sticky liquid he realized too late was blood. Slowly rising to a standing position, Alexander glanced at the mangled remains of Camille. Fuck...Andi wouldn’t like this. This is what he wanted, right, it’s what he had to do. It was done, but it wasn’t over. Jack. Scott. 

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one-eyed-summers‌:

To say that Scott had never been hit before would be a lie– but he wasn’t used to the punches as Alex would have been. He wasn’t the fighter, he didn’t make others bleed; the only time he bled, himself, was when he disobeyed and was punished. As long as he did what he was told, Scott was never hurt. He learned quickly on how to avoid getting in trouble when he first was taken in by the Brotherhood. Scott heard his brother scream his name over the bustle of those running around him; blocking Scott’s view of Alex. His fingers held onto the temple of his glasses, dark eyes scanning over the faces that passed by trying to find Jack as he pushed himself to his feet– moving his sore arm, checking the mobility. With adrenaline pumping wildly, he was glad it was nothing more than a light ache to start.

“Alex!” Scott called out when the bright blue light flashed, moving towards the direction– the loud crash making his heart pound. The streets were finally clearing and he saw Alex standing there and Jack materializing behind him– he had two choices and it was the easiest choice: use his ability to prevent his brother from getting hurt. Scott shot a scarlet beam aimed perfectly at Jack when the Winters sibling noticed– disappearing out of sight at the last moment; the beam hitting parked cars on the side of the street down from them, exploding into fiery debris with the vehicle frames flipping– the concussion causing the vehicles alarms of those not damaged to sound.

His dark eyes watched the damage he’d caused, his fists clenching at his side as he swallowed thickly. Scott knew he could do so much worse and he never wanted this. His gaze flicked on the surroundings around them– seeing Jack across the street waving like nothing was wrong, beckoning him; most of the time Scott would have known that it was a trick to lure him farther away from Alex, but the thought of Jack actually raising a hand against Alex in attempt to strike him down made Scott’s blood boil past the point of rationality. He ran across the street towards the building that the Winters brother blinked into.

The combination between the blaring car alarms and the blood rush pounding his skull like a roaring jackhammer masked the shouted name over the chaos, distracting Alex from the imminent danger that unknowingly disappeared behind him and reappeared in a different location. He couldn’t drag his attention from the gaping hole Camille’s body created on one side of the house she crashed through even while a massive explosion sounded just off behind him. It had been a split second too late did the anger clear his blinding vision and Scott cross his mind again, but by the time he turned to check on the younger man, neither he nor Jack were anywhere to be found. 

“Scott?” Alexander shot off like a dart toward the sidewalk, the smell of scorched oil singing his nostrils. Shit. What kind of brother was he for not watching out for his little brother when he needed him the most? How fucking easy was it for Jack to slip Scott from his fingertips without maximum effort? This is what happened when temper overtook rational logic. “Scott! Scotty!” Camille pushed open the door of the house, a massive gash on her forehead and many cuts lining her arms, before stepping along the path leading to the sidewalk. “Scotty boy’s not coming, Alexander. You couldn’t leave well enough alone.” She stalked towards him, “You couldn’t just learn your lesson and actually see that you’re mine. You always will be.” Alex slowly turned around at the first sound of that wretched voice. God, it grated his nerves. “No, Cammy, you’re the one that taught me...you can’t always get what you want.”

Alex pivoted his body in rounding swivels, producing circled of blue light and shooting the beams in Camille’s direction, watching as she barrel rolled out of the way only for the force to obliterate the house behind her. “Such a disappointment, Alexander!” Camille took off running in one direction, but he wasn’t about to let her escape from his clutches that quickly. Alex could feel the energy building up in his torso, a usual scratch he hadn’t been required to itch for quite sometime, yet that didn’t stop him from releasing them in the same straight path the woman ran. The burns scorched a hole in his t-shirt, leaving the edges frayed and smoking. The rays cut through anything they came across, cars, houses, slicing trees right in half. “You were the one who did this to me, Camille! YOU!”

[alexander-havok-summers]

one-eyed-summers‌:

Nothing ever went according to plan, did it? Their meager plan to try and prepare themselves for the battle of their freedom was dashed at that dreaded voice sounding behind them. A red hot spike of anger coursed down Scott’s spine at the sound– Scott wasn’t one to quickly anger; he only reacted that way to a handful of people, and the person who hurt his brother and kept the two of them apart was one of them. Camille raised that sort of energy in him, while he knew it’d dim in Jack’s focus. While Camille coerced Alex’s anger, his temper, Jack worked on Scott’s demureness– breaking him into the quiet person he was.

“It’s a shame, really– she was doing so well,” Jack’s voice sounded from next to his twin, tsking at the thought of Laura breaking the rules– rules that they tried so hard to instill in the girl until she would listed to no one else; he hated having to retrain his toys, he thought as his eyes landed on Scott– and it was a thought Scott could see as clear as day and it made his anger turn into fear. He knew what the retraining processes were; he knew the dark rooms he was placed into for days on end until he could no longer make heads or tails of his own thoughts. Playing on his insanity until Jack proved himself to be the savior. Jack’s eyes lifted to Alex, taking in the blue hues that was taking over his form– the tail-tale sign of the boy’s ability. “Camille, your toy isn’t behaving,” Jack chided his sister before looking at Scott one more time– timid, pitiful, Scott. “Don’t let your brother speak for you, Scotty– you can come with me where you’re safe. You had everything.” He held out his hand as a simple gesture of forgiveness, for Scott to take for everything to start over again. “Playtime with your brother is over, it’s time to go home.”

Years of trauma played behind Scott’s eyes– he knew what would happen if they lost. A part of him screamed to cut their losses and go back with the Winters’, rationalizing that maybe their punishment won’t as severe if the brothers went with them willingly. Maybe Scotty wouldn’t be hurt as badly. His heart thundered in his chest as his foot slid forward– an unconscious step forward. Jack’s lips curled into a smile– a sinister gloat that he wore in Scott’s presence after one of his mind games worked– and Scott shook his head; lip trembling as he gathered his courage. “No,” he said shaking his head, straightening his spine in an attempt to stand straighter, looking to his brother before looking back at the twins, “We said no.” Jack’s face fell into anger– defiance was his biggest pet peeve. “We’re going to have to remind them that they don’t have a choice, Camille,” the Winters brother said to his sister just briefly before disappearing from the spot in front of the brothers. Scott felt him before Jack reappeared– like a sixth sense. “Alex, watch out,” Scott called out as Jack appeared again, attempting to snare the brothers; now completely encased in his signature move: pure diamond.

In a knee-jerk reaction fueled by pure fear of being captured, Scott ripped the glasses off– the brilliant red light propelling from his eyes in a concussive blast; momentarily forgetting himself and where they all were as the screams of those he’d caught off-guard sounding around him. It was pure madness as civilians ran around them. The blast was not one to kill; at least not while Jack was in his diamond form– it only managed to push him back a few yards. “You should have just come willingly, Scotty,” Jack hissed– his voice dropping dangerously low, “I wouldn’t have had to hurt you.” Jack rushed the two of them, a diamond fist rearing back and thrusting into Scott’s arm as he attempted to dodge– the sheer force of the impact knocking Scott well past Camille; the ground painful as he slid.

“Spoiled, arrogant children don’t ever listen.” Camille assumed a girl genetically engineered for the organization’s purposes would not leave room for disobedience or backtalk, but X-23 became the disappointment she strongly garnered the highest of hopes for only to find them sorely dashed as the smallest betrayal. Alex may have appreciated the help, but Cami of course loathed it. “Don’t worry, I love him angry.” That brilliant blue light shone brighter than she ever dreamed, remembered, from their time together. Watching him battle opponents and wrapped up in her sheets, he was a man of fury whose flame to stoked on a daily basis. Camille was the physical being while she considered her brother the psychological kind, both of which was evident in how they treated their pets. 

“I don’t speak for him, he makes his own choices. And he’ll never go with you.” Alex’s gaze bounced between Jack and his brother, watching the struggling forces tearing Scott in two different directions. He felt the same pull when it came to Camille. That maybe there was a way they could experience relieving freedom knowing they didn’t have to run anymore. For a brief moment, he actually believed Scott would give up and go to Jack willingly, but his little brother stood up in the face of terror. It’s a moment he couldn’t be more prouder of. “See? I told you.” Camille rolled her eyes at both the interaction and the response. If she weren’t an impatient woman already, she grew so tired playing these games. She wanted Alex and she wanted him now. “And to think we were going to make it easy for you two out of the kindness of our hearts.” It was the last comment she threw in his brother’s direction before he disappeared with the dramatic flourish she only knew he had.

“Scott!” Alex whipped around, the chaos and screaming happening around the four falling on deaf ears as his immediate focus zoned in on Scott and his attacker. “You lay one more hand on my brother, you motherfucker,” Alexander made a beeline for the man only to be yanked at his collar by Camille and jerked around to face her, who took on the role as the distraction between what her dear twin brother preferred to do to his toy. “Alexander,” Her voice adopted a lulling tone, evidence she was using her abilities. No matter how much he didn’t want to listen, she managed to hook him in. “Forget about Scott. Forget about Jack. You’re going to lay down your weapons and come home with me where we can play. Just us, Just like old times. You will let me do what I want to you. And you will listen to me.” Alexander stood there for a long moment with a blank stare on his expression and reached out a hand to to stroke the woman’s cheek. His eyes suddenly changed and it was a split second Alex strongly gripped her chin before sending a ball of blue energy flying straight into her stomach, knocking Camille through the side of a nearby house.

[alexander-havok-summers]

one-eyed-summers‌:

Was there a part of Scott that was scared? Yes. He may have known Jack like the back of his hand as much as the other way around, but this would be the first time meeting the Winters’ after running away. The newfound strength he has now could crumble away like nothing while in the very presence of Jack Winters. The small squeeze from his older brother was reassurance enough– Alex wouldn’t let them take Scott; wouldn’t let Scott cave and cower in fear. Together they could fight them, and he had to remember. The very feelings that he was feeling, it was high probability that Alex felt the same way– that the exact same fears coursed through Alex. “Together,” Scotty nodded. He surveyed the crowds around him, trying to spot the twins before they saw them, looking back over at his brother as Alex tossed the coat on the ground. The only thing sentimental or precious Scott had on him was the glasses– and those couldn’t be taken off until the fight began; there were too many lives at stake if he took them off now.

“We can’t involve any of the people on the streets,” Scott muttered, the crowds around them still moving like normally, not one person sensing the upcoming battle. Not one persons rose a brow at the brothers standing there with grim looks on their faces– how blissfully unaware the normal populace was. “Our apartment is too small to fight in,” he mused, his mind working through various scenarios in the waning moments they had to themselves, “the safest area to be at the moment would most likely be the abandoned building next to ours. We should be able to control the destruction then if the Winters’ allow us.”

It was the easier path the Summers brothers could have taken, running away to the ends of this forsaken earth and building a new life in a new location. Yet, Alexander knew in order to have the brand new life both boys craved so hungrily, they needed to destroy the old one. It wasn’t just about the Brotherhood anymore, it was the insurmountable terror that were Jack and Camille. They would never in a millions years stop hunting down he and Scott and it did indeed occur to him...this only ended one of two ways. Either the Summers perished or they did. Alex had always been the person holding onto the belief hiding with normalcy that hadn’t quite worked out would be enough to grant the two happiness, but he wasn’t about to make that mistake again. “Together.” Alexander repeated the word as a signature mantra, his gaze creating the same path Scott’s did before nodding. If the Winters were going to bring the fight to them, they would just have to deal with battling on unfamiliar turf where no one else would be subjected to the crossfire. “I doubt they’re allowing us to do shit, Scotty, but that building’s our only safety hold right now. Come on.” Alex reached out to grab Scott’s shoulder with the intention to move toward the abandoned building when...

“Hello, boys.” Camille Winters, dressed from head to toe in her signature black, stepped from their hiding place with Jack close at her stiletto heels. “Going somewhere?” Alex slowly turned around to come full face to face with the woman who violated him in every way a mutant bitch like her could. He once again felt the urge to stand in front of his little brother to shield him from Jack’s peripheral, but if the boys really were going to fight, they would be doing it standing side-by-side. A fact Camille was able to clearly see on her favorite pet’s perfectly sculptured body language. “It is such a shame, is it not, Jackie?” She shot the comment in her twin’s direction, “Little Laura just could not keep her trap shut. Remind me to break her later. Now, straight to business, we don’t have to fight, we’re here to take you home. Let’s just talk.”

Alex shot a stare in Scott’s direction as if pretending to consider this and returned the gaze to Camille, “As tempting as that offer is, Cammy,” He balled his hands into tight fists and procured every drop of rage boiling inside of him. Concentrating deeply, remembering the death of his parents, the blood staining his hands, and the torture inflicted on him by the woman standing before them. He remembered how good each fight felt both within the Brotherhood and the bar until the end result finally emerged. Every inch of his skin shone a deep blue matching the light of his beams, gearing for the battle of their lives. “We’re going with no.”

[alexander-havok-summers]

one-eyed-summers‌:

Ever since their last conversation– knowing that the Winters siblings were coming for them, Scott and Alex barely left each other’s sides; always glued to the other’s side, scared that the one moment they weren’t together, the other would be taken from them. It was a scare tactic– the Winters knew what they were doing; they’ve had control of the brothers for years. They knew the Summers’ quirks, their fears– how to control their every actions even from afar. Together, the Summers were easier to find, they were shifty and unable to hide in plain sight. The point was proven when Laura walked up to them– telling them their worst fears. 

Jack and Camille were coming for them.

Scott knew Jack was close– like he was a shadow just beyond the scope of his vision. Close enough to speak to him; it could’ve been Scotty’s own paranoia, but he knew what he heard– the whispers that reminded him that he could never run away for long. Bringing him to the brink of insanity so easily with the shapes of people down the street that he could’ve sworn was the twins that turned into someone else; the sounds in the apartment at night turning out to be nothing more than his imagination. The feeling of hands on him when his eyes were closed like ghosts of his memories coming back to haunt him. He’s lost sleep, hadn’t eaten– he was wasting away with every day that he ‘lived’. Hearing that the twins were coming for him, Scott knew he should’ve felt ashamed of the relief that washed over him, but he didn’t. It could finally be over.

Scott watched Laura disappear just as quietly as she appeared, nodding his thanks. He knew she didn’t have to do anything, and a part of him was hoping that maybe he had talked some sense into her instead of this all being a ploy. Hearing his brother call his name, Scott looked up at Alex through his red tinted glasses, the rose color doing nothing to hide the roiling emotions behind his brothers eyes as Alex commanded that they leave. Scott’s hand reached out to grip his brother’s arm– he didn’t care that they were in the middle of the street; parting the waters of the crowd as they had their conversation. Time was ticking down. “You said yourself, they’d always find us– it doesn’t matter how far we go,” Scott said to his brother, a rueful smile pulling at his lips, “we can’t run anymore. I’m tired of always watching my back; we can always be on the run, but what’s the difference between running and being captive when we aren’t really living?” He gave a short nod. “We have a few minutes, at least we can prepare ourselves to fight instead of being blindsided.”

Alexander had no reason to trust the girl the Brotherhood used for their sick purposes and he was more than determined to believe maybe her warning is the world’s largest lie, but that would be considered a fool’s dream had he not known Jack and Camille Winters. They were the monsters hiding underneath their beds, the nightmares haunting their mainly sleepless nights. The twins were the very reason why that vile organization became the hellhole that it has turned into. There were days, a dark secret he would never admit to Scott, where Alex would have one absolutely anything at Camille’s mercy and enjoyed doing it. He fought other mutants for her, he killed for her. He did do it to see Scott again as it has always been his main reason for everything, but a part of the man knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

Alex’s mind raced with what they would need to take with them. What little belongings the brothers had, stuffing it into two small bags, and jumping the first bus money could buy. His little brother’s grip stopped his distracted thoughts cold. “Scott.” He did say that, didn’t he? Running away no matter what part of the planet they landed in wouldn’t make the biggest difference when they would always have the twins sniffing their trail. If they wanted real freedom, freedom that didn’t include cowering in fear, the only choice set in front of them was to stand and fight. “Okay. It’s time we end this once and for all. No more hiding, no more mistakes. No more fear.” Alex placed a hand to the younger man’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “If we’re really doing this, we’re doing it together.” Alex slipped the leather jacket he was wearing from his shoulders and tossed it to the ground. If he was using his abilities, he’d rather not ruin his favorite coat. “It’s always going to be you and me, Scotty.”

[alexander-havok-summers]

Laura distanced herself for a short while, surveying the brothers, taking note of where they each went and who they interacted with. More than one occasion she saw Alexander with the SHIELD therapist and Scott with, of all people, the dark-haired scientist known as the Hulk. Possessing deep personal connections weren’t the boys’ strong suit, so when someone especially that of an Avenger, gained their trust, it caught Camille’s and Jack’s full attention. And they were gunning for the Summers’ this very moment.

Now Laura always followed orders. She attacked on command, hated the same enemies as her handlers, and killed who she was told to. Every emotion was calculated and every action wasn’t of her own volition because the alternative would be a fate worse than death. Buried underneath the callousness, however, lay a beating conscience screaming to be heard. She stood back and watched what the Winters siblings have done to the brothers for years. She remembered her conversation with Scott, remembered the way she didn’t want to be considered a coward. One small good deed would be all it took to do something right even if doing something right went against everything that she became. The weapon, the machine, the monster. 

Laura kept her head down in order to blend into the crowd as she rounded the block on the same street Alex and Scott’s dingy apartment building stood. The neighborhood wasn’t exactly in a rough area, but it wasn’t in a glamorous suburb either. While that was a detail she couldn’t focus on throwing her gaze in all directions to ensure she wasn’t followed, Laura seemed fairly surprised when she spotted the boys themselves exiting the building together as she reached the path. Good, no need to awkwardly knock. “We need to talk.” The statement caught Alexander’s attention quickly and it seemed rather unsurprising for Laura how instantaneous it was that he moved to stand in front of Scott. “You. You’ve got no business being here.” The man briefly left his brother’s side, staring down Laura before she rolled her eyes. “Look, I don’t have time for this. I know neither of you have a reason to trust me,” Her gaze shifted to Scott, “but they found you.” 

Alex’s expression shifted from confusion and realization to anger. He didn’t need to ask who the girl meant. He wasn’t even going to ask why she was here giving them a warning. It couldn’t matter right now, all that mattered was he and Scott had a short head start. “How much time do we have?” She shook her head, “They’ve got to be close behind. You know how fast Jack is. Five, ten minutes tops. Go, now, while you still can.” Laura began walking backwards, knowing she couldn’t stick around, “Look, I’m sorry for all of this, but this is all I can do for you. I’m just hoping it’s enough.” The quicker Laura appeared, she managed to slip away as she constantly did just as easily.

“Scott,” The sound of his own voice reverted through the silence of his thoughts, “Scotty,” Alexander whipped around to face his brother, “We have to leave. Now.”

[alexander-havok-summers]

xbo-chenx‌:

“Right,” Bo said with a huff, his posture relaxed though he could feel the fire in his veins; ready to tap into at a moments notice. He wasn’t going to give the dude a reason to attack him, but Bo was never one to be unprepared; not anymore. “I bet you have, you’re quick to draw,” he pointed out with a shrug; brushing off the shove after having taken the step back, not budging any further. “That’s real smart– when someone is standing in front of you saying that they don’t judge you, especially after going all ‘fists of fury’ on someone and potentially going off like a firework, you usually shouldn’t bark back. Especially when you can’t even stand straight on your own two feet.”

“I don’t got a choice in it.” Alex reached over in order to shove the young man again, but the shove this time sent him slightly stumbling backwards as he lost his balance causing him to knock down a few glasses lining the bar counter. If the glowing red aura wasn’t the dead give away, a disadvantage Alexander spent weeks hiding during his odd jobs and even longer to perfect, he could pawn himself as merely drunk. “Well, I’m fucked up without a clear head and a quick temper. What do you want me to say?” It took about another minute until he was able to balance properly without a chair’s assistance. That didn’t subside the wobble. “You think you can relate to me, is that it? You know nothing.”

[alexander-havok-summers]

robertxdrake‌:

Two of the most powerful mutants I’ve ever met laying waste to my entire team and still escaping.

And you know they wouldn’t have gotten away if you had any say over it. Do you need a hand or is this some kind of family matter?

[alexander-havok-summers]

xlorna-danex‌:

It was never hard to pick out the mutants in the crowds of normies– and if Laura was following her around, it wasn’t hard to for Lorna to do the same thing; bringing her right to the doorstep of the Summers brothers. “Does he deserve this beating?” she asked as she stepped out of the shadows, her arms crossing over her leather clad chest, “if he does, I won’t stand in your way.”

The guy sent a punch flying to the mutant’s jaw as he grew distracted for a moment, causing Alex’s anger to boil over before he squeezed the other’s fingers and heard the satisfying snap before he pushed him away roughly. “I told you I would break it. Fucker.” Alexander touched an index finger to his lower lip and caught the girl’s eyes. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, though I don’t see how this concerns you.”

[alexander-havok-summers]

robertxdrake‌:

Not you, too– look. It’s not me I’m not fine about– taking punches, dealing with stupid ass magic; that’s not new.

You live for yourself just surviving long enough and forget you have team members to worry over. So, what is it?

[alexander-havok-summers]

psychicxelizabeth‌:

Betsy tended to not use her telepathic abilities, she preferred to use her telekinetic energy. It wa always a sore spot when people learned what she could do, that she was able to read minds – some have even tried to kill her cause of it. It hurt that Alex asked this of her in anger, she’d rather not have to search for answers from the people she cared about. Bets forced him backwards with telekinesis, “Fuck you Alexander.”

The invisible force sent Alexander skidding a foot or so backwards against the bar counter, a sharp pain immediately radiating from his back causing a small groan to flee his lips. They were making quite the commotion, but he didn’t stop to think about that as he stepped forward and invaded Betsy’s personal space a second time, “No, I want you to pick my brain. Go ahead.” His expression creased with desperation, “Tell me what’s wrong with me.”

[alexander-havok-summers]

robertxdrake‌:

If I stay confined to this damn room any longer I’m going to fucking lose it. How many times to I have to tell someone I’m fine.

I guess I can’t accuse you of stealing my look. Whatever the hell happened, Drake, you’re not.

[alexander-havok-summers]

xbo-chenx‌:

“Better than living in a world of fantasy, man.” Bo watched the man practically keep himself up by the ledge of the bar, a scoffed laugh falling from his lips. “And it looks like we have a tough guy who thinks he can beat down anyone that has an opinion,” he interjected– he wasn’t afraid to throw shit when it was thrown at him; especially since he could take anything that came his way– with or without his super-strength. “You ain’t the only mutant on the face of the planet that struggles, man– that’s shallow thinking, and struggling you are.”

“That world’s been ripped away a long time ago.” Alex could feel his hands clench around the counter’s sloped edge, fingers undeniably itching to punch this bastard square in the nose. The satisfaction hearing it break, the sound permanently scarred in his memory from his fighting days, called to him to do just that. Fight. Snap. Kill. “I’ve dislocated jaws for less, asshole.” Pushing himself from his position and standing on wobbly legs, Alexander reached out a hand and shoved the guy, “You know what, fuck you. You don’t know jack shit about me or my life and you definitely have no idea why I am the way I am.”