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Well shit, I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for a minute there. Sorry about that guys. Gonna try and get active again, but if you want to drop threads since I’ve left them hanging for so long, I totally understand. Alternatively, if you’d like to start new ones, I promise I won’t disappear again :)

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      Warren recoils slightly from the elder. He wants to say he didn’t really do anything, but that won’t get him far. Boomer didn’t like him enough to listen to excuses. So, instead, he scoffs, arms crossed, and does as he’s told. 

Mom is going to be pissed.

Warren can’t help but scowl. It probably doesn’t help his case any, but he’s beyond caring. He slouches in the seat of the detention room. He hated this place.

And, judging by the look on Coach’s face, it’s going to be a long speech. Maybe it’ll be like the one Powers gave. He really hoped not - he didn’t need to hear the same lecture twice.

Especially when, again, he was innocent.

What a day.

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Faith absolutely loathes the detention room. Even though she can’t really physically feel her lack of strength,    just knowing it’s gone wigs her out. She tries several times   - unsuccessfully -  to interrupt Boomer and ask to be sent to the nurses office for her burn,    but the Coach appears to be on a roll and she eventually gives up and tunes him out.

When they are eventually left alone, she sees the Hendrickson kid turn to her out  of the  corner of  her eye.       ❝I’m sorry, I guess,❞      he  says, halfheartedly,  ❝But can’t you just buy your mom a new necklace?❞

For a moment Faith says nothing, then turns to him, slowly, rage clear in her eyes.       ❝I don’t need super-strength to beat you to death,❞    she reminds him calmly before turning away from him again.

She glances at Warren, feeling more than a little guilty that her tirade got him into trouble. Like her, he got enough of it as it was.                          ❝Sorry, I got you detention,❞ she mumbles.

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“Buffy’s not here right now…” Her stance and words were entirely devoid of their usual chipper quality as she spoke. Whatever she felt towards Faith, it wasn’t strong enough to be hatred, like she had felt towards Cordelia for so many years. If anything, it was distrust. Even if Buffy had taken up hanging out with her fellow Slayer more so than the rest of them lately, that didn’t mean that Willow trusted her even the slightest bit. Experience in how things within Sunnydale operated had ensured that. 

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Faith could practically feel the chill emanating off of Willow, but the lack of love didn’t particularly bother her.   It wasn’t like she hadn’t been greeted that way before. Besides,    she didn’t need anyone’s approval. Or that’s what she told herself at least.

❝I know, she’s doin’ her school thing,❞    Faith said,    plonking  herself down in the cheer opposite Willow.     ❝I actually came here for a book.     I hear libraries are a good place to find those.❞  

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     yes, tony stark could be an asshole and difficult to work with, but nine times out of ten he was aware of such a thing and could easily change his behavior. if he wanted to, of course. and maybe he could tone it down a bit right then. for the brunette’s sake. he listened intently and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, ams crossing over his chest. “ then why couldn’t the director come and get me on his own? why send you? no offense. “ the billionaire added a grin at the end, hoping it let down the sting a little bit. “ when you say my turf, though, what exactly do you mean? we’d be working at my home for shield things? “ he wasn’t sure what to think about that. he didn’t like the government agency as it was.

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Faith hesitated, chewing the inside of her lip. What was she supposed to say to that?         The Director couldn’t come because as far as you know  he  died  and  he  wants  to keep it that way for reasons only he could know? Somehow she doubted that would go down well. Besides, she was under strict orders to keep that secret.    ❝The Director’s a busy man,❞ she finally said, shrugging her shoulders. ❝He delegated.   And me?   Well,     I guess I was looking too much like someone who needed something to do. So here we are.❞   

❝It probably wouldn’t be appropriate to work in your home,❞ Faith pointed out, glancing around her. ❝I just meant ‘anywhere you found comfortable.’ Unless  you only  have the  one lab  in which  case home  sweet home  it would have to be.❞     She flashed him a smile.    ❝To be honest, I don’t really care about the ‘where’ I just want to get the job done.❞

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For the most part, Warren just stands there. He doesn’t say anything as he watches his powers stolen. He doesn’t say anything as his innocence is proved - or as the mimic slides to a stop at his feet. He takes a half-step back - no use getting this guy on his shoes - and flashes a scowl.

“Hi.” The Mom-Morality part of Warren’s mind says let him go, get a teacher, break up the fight. The Dad part of Warren says stomp on this guy’s throat and burn the rest of them - that would show them for trying to make Warren look bad. Instead, Warren reaches down, hoists the mimic up by the collar, and gives him the Look that convinced most people Warren had just gotten out of prison.

“Pick your battles, next time.” He says simply, and releases the other with just enough of a shove to make him stumble.

Faith glares down at the burn on her arm, fighting the impulse to rub it. What a little weasel. She's going to kill him. Actually, properly  KILL  him.   She  takes  a  step  towards  him,    not realising the silence that has fallen over the cafeteria. A hand falls on her shoulder and she turns to deck the culprit, only to come face to face with Coach Boomer.

❝Lehane,❞ he says. His tone is disappointed, but not altogether surprised.    She  watches  the  Coach’s  eyes  flick  to  Warren.  ❝Peace.❞    The  pyrokinetic  is  greeted  with  the  same  tone.  ❝And... Hendrickson?❞  Surprise.   Guess the mimic didn’t get  into too much trouble. 

❝Coach...❞ Faith begins, trying to at least get Peace off the hook,  but he raises a hand to her face to silence her. 

❝You three,❞ he gestures to all of them. ❝With me.❞     

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     his day had been going just fine. no interruptions had presented themselves the entire time, and even pepper had been off running meetings; he was home free. however, the knock at his office door alerted him that he wasn’t, in fact, home free. the thought was a bit depressing. letting out a groan, he walked quickly over to his mini bar — of course tony stark had one in his office — and poured himself a drink while calling back to the person on the other side of the door. “ come in. “

     his tone was full of irritation, but such a thing only increased when the woman walked in and told him the organization she was coming on behalf of. did she have to lead with that? turning to finally catch sight of the woman, he did a double take briefly at her looks, but was quickly downplaying it. “ what do you want, agent lehane? speak now and speak fast, because i really don’t have time to hear what shield needs me for. “ 

For a moment Faith was caught off guard. There he was. Tony Stark. Standing right in front of her.   In the flesh.   But as soon as he spoke, her awe faded and was immediately replaced by frustration.    It wasn’t her fault she was standing in his office, interrupting his clearly important drinking time work.    If he’d just agreed to help SHIELD in the first place,      her superiors wouldn’t have had to send Plan B.

❝You know why I’m here, Mr Stark,❞ she said with a sigh, not bothering to contain her annoyance.        ❝For the same reason you were contacted last week.   The new SHIELD just doesn’t have the resources - or the expertise for that matter - to deal with this threat.❞

God she hated government-speak.  All formal and stiff.  She was really no good at it. She took a deep breath, planning on continuing on in the way she had but something told her she was better off not, and so allowed herself to slip into her more natural speech.   ❝The Director thinks we need you.   Specifically.   But since you obviously refuse to come to us,   he sent me to you.   I’m suppose to...❞  she paused, gesturing vaguely with her hand as she tried to think of the word.  ❝’Liaise’ with you on this.       I guess they’re hoping you’ll be more willing to help if you’re working on your own turf.❞ 

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He hears about the fight before he hears the actual fighting. Such is the way of high school. He mostly wants to ignore it. Not his fight, not his friends, not his family not his problem. But, he is interested in who was trying to set him up for burning the necklace. And he’s definitely interested in watching that person get wailed on. So, he follows the migration of students down the hall.

He doesn’t say anything once he gets there. He doesn’t bother to go get a teacher. That would make him a hypocrite, and he’s pretty sure one will be on the way, anyway. Instead, he moves until he can see what’s going on, and crosses his arms. He won’t get involved unless he needs to. He doesn’t think he’ll need to.

She lifts him high up, grip tight on his throat. She doesn’t notice him going blue. Not at first. Not until someone grabs her arm.  ❝You’re gonna kill him!❞ She shakes them off, shaking her head. No she’s not. Probably.

❝So you wanted to hang with the cool kids,❞     she says with an eye roll.  ❝Wanted them to notice you. Thought it’d be funny to destroy my stuff and  frame Peace? Like I wouldn’t find out? Not so funny now is it?❞

Faith’s aware that some kind of authority figure is likely on their way, but at this moment,  she doesn’t particularly care.   Any amount of trouble she got in would definitely be worth it.   

She doesn’t see her victim’s hand move to grip her arm.    Doesn’t see the flames engulfing him.           Not until he touches her and she feels her skin crackle and burn.

❝Son of a - !❞   apparently he’s remembered his own super abilities.  Faith  grits her teeth against the pain,   determined to hold on to him, but he burns  hotter and her eyes begin to water.    With a frustrated growl,    Faith clocks  him  across  the  jaw  with  her free hand before tossing the mimic over her  head, allowing him to slide harmlessly across the room. 

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It was kind of a surreal situation that Faith found herself in. Standing at the foot of Stark tower, about to meet with Tony Stark. IronMan himself.  There was a   (not- small) part of her that was actually a little excited about that.    Meeting an actual honest to god Avenger? There was something pretty awesome about that. 

The other part of her though, was frustrated. Frustrated that she was the one who was  supposed  to somehow  change  the  infamously  stubborn  Tony  Stark’s mind about helping them with a mission she barely understood.      Science had never been her strong point.       How was she supposed to convince him to help when the best way she could explain what was going on was   ‘something about robots’

She sighed and leaned against the elevator wall,  trying to psyche herself up. She was  about  to  meet  one  of  the  most  wealthy  and  powerful  men on the planet, she could do this. She could do this.

Probably.

The elevator finally came to a halt and she was lead into what was supposed to be an office, but strangely looked more like a bar.

❝Mr Stark?❞ she poked her head through the door, trying to spot the billionaire.  ❝I’m Agent Lehane, from SHIELD.❞

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“Baron Battle’s kid.” He jerks a thumb at himself. “Join the team.” He’d thought everyone had known by now. It certainly seemed like everyone did, because nobody ever shut up about it. Of course, he also didn’t get harassed much for the fact. Probably because his dad had been minutes from world domination when he was finally stopped. Fear was a great motivator.

Or, so he was told.

Deciding he was finished, he turned on his heel to make his way down the hall. If she’s right, and there is  someone out there mimicking his powers, he’s got somebody to deal with.

❝Yeah, I know who you are Warren,❞ she emphasizes his name. ❝Your   dad’s cell is just down the hall from my dad’s.❞

  Faith watches him go with an eye roll before turning and heading in the   opposite direction,  her hand deep in her pocket,  clutching the charred   necklace tightly. She has some idea of where to start...  if she can just   threaten the right people.

  Her hunt takes her to group of people she should have suspected to begin   with but to be fair,  they don’t usually have a mimic with them.  She stalks   towards them,       eyes focused only on the boy in the middle of their little  circle.

❝Hey, Faith, where’s your tacky necklace?❞ one of the girl’s asks, earning   herself a swift elbow to the face. Before any of the others can stop her, Faith    has a hand around the mimic’s throat and lifts him off the ground.

❝I’m going to make you so very very sorry.❞

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  “Why the hell would I burn your mom’s necklace? I don’t even know you.” With an irritated huff, he pulls open his own locker, freeing his bag from its hook. He slings it over his shoulder, closes his locker with a muffled slam, and locks it - double, triple checks that it’s locked - before turning to shoot her a slightly confused glare.

“And, for the record, if I did burn it, there wouldn’t be anything left.” He knows how to get a  job done, thank you very much.

❝I dunno, why does anyone do any of the annoying shit they do to me? ‘Hey, let’s   mess with Autojackal’s kid!      That’ll be hilarious and could in no way result in   broken bones!’❞ 

  Of course,   this  ‘annoying’  prank resulted in the destruction of an irreplaceable   family heirloom.    Faith tried not to let just how much that upset her show on her   face. 

❝Yeah, yeah, you’re real impressive,❞ she says, rolling her eyes and giving him a   dismissive wave.    ❝Now unless you’ve got something useful to add, I’ll be going.   I’ve got a Hero to hunt down and pulverize.❞     

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A sideways glance and raised eyebrow are his only signs of noticing, at first. Why did he have to have a locker next to someone like this? Was going to the same school as Stronghold not enough? The fates were indeed cruel.

“So, anyone with a lighter or access to matches. Say hello to half the school.”

❝Real witty,❞ she says, rummaging in her pocket to pull out what remained of a once   beautiful silver necklace. The chain is melted and charred together and the diamond   in it’s center black with soot.  ❝Matches and lighters don’t get hot enough to do this.  Only supers burn this hot.  So   either you destroyed my mother’s necklace - for reasons I will never understand - or   there’s a mimic running around using your power.❞    She stuffs the necklace back into her pocket and throws him a disdainful look. ❝But if  it wasn’t you, fine, I’ll find him myself.❞  

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“Don’t know what you’re trying to do, but, you’re most definitely just going to piss me off. This? Is my family’s property. I belong here. You don’t.” Emmett  edged forward, taking note of the bow. “Now what the Hell are you doing  here?”

❝Yeah, well, you’re unarmed and I have a bow so I’m not too worried about your    feelings right now.❞   She hesitates only slightly as he speaks,  but refuses to    back down.   ❝Your family owns the land where three mutilated corpses were    found? No exactly winning you points in the ‘not here to murder me’ catagory.❞

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❝Holy shit where the hell did y - never mind. ❞ She presses herself to the tree,   breathing heavy,  hoping like hell she’s lost them.   She glances from the girl,   down to the wound in her leg and back up again.       ❝I could use a little help.❞