Scott sat back on his heels as the guy in the spider suit made additions to the already detailed mapping in the sand. He’d, of course, heard of the man before all this, unlike himself, some of the other X-men had made connections with the avengers and additionally some lesser known heroes. Peter Parker was originally nothing more than a name but through his actions, it was beginning to flesh out.
“I was thinking the sabotage more of the last one out the door makes sure that its locked behind us. You are right that we don’t want to damage something that we might need later on.”
That was a simple compromise and one he could agree with. He wanted the same as the others, to cause enough potential damage to avoid anything like this recurring while ensuring they didn’t shoot themselves in the foot. Overlooking the plotted points of the terminals, Scott couldn’t help admire the attention to detail, not only by the knowledge they had picked up in such a limited space of time but the detail that had gone into the structure itself. It was something, Hank McCoy would have no doubt craved to dissect and explore.
Needless to say, the complex was much simpler than the outer shell indicated. They could do this.
“And what happens if we meet this ‘Beyonder’? Should we kill him?” Could they kill him?”
Shaking his head Scott looked between the pair before resting his glance back upon the drawing. The death of the ‘beyonder’ would indeed halt such experimentation and mindless violence but would such a powerful source succumb to the possible limitations they carried in talents? He had no doubts his accomplices could handle themselves but they were going up against unmeasured power. “We know our capabilities.” Tapping the side of his shades, Scott smiled for what seemed like the first time in as many days, “My power is at best unstable but behind each eye is a blast worthy of the title of a concussive shot. very little has gotten within the blast range and survived …” well apart from Wolverine there was just something unnatural about the guy. “That said I don't think any of us should hold back because many have died even before we made it here and if we allow this to continue we’re no better than the Beyonder ourselves.”
Not a big believer in either coincidence or fate, he might find it suspicious that Gamora is the one here, and the one from his accidental interstellar conversation. Yet, his instincts yet to fail to warn him, and they stayed silent about the fighter. It made it easy to trust her suggestions to the plan. Both of them near strangers, but he needed to trust in them.
Scott, or Cyclops, of course he heard of him. Part of the X-Men. People like him, but not. Mutants, like Summers, born with whatever made their bodies change and give them unique gifts. Mutates, like Spider-Man, some outside force changed them into what they became. Either way, out the outside of the majority of humanity. The X-Men, he heard of them being defenders, not the aggressors. It helped his inclination to trust.
Yet the question and answer poised caused him to shake his head. “I don’t kill. It’s possible this being doesn’t understand what it is doing is wrong. It could be no one has ever truly stood up to it and said no, this is wrong. Everyone deserves a chance to change their ways.” He waved a hand at the map they drew. “I think we should focus on trying to sabotage as much of the equipment as possible. Who even says anything we could do could actually kill him. We don’t know what he is.” He said his piece, and while he couldn’t force anyone else to follow his morals, he could keep to them.
Tilting his head to look at Gamora, he kept his tone light. “So, how long do you think for getting people recruited and then into place.”
A faint warning tingled in his head and he straightened up. “Um, I think I’m about to summoned for -”
Gamora frowned at Peter Parker's statement, immediately opposed to it. What did he do with his enemies, if he didn't kill them? How could he ensure that he kept his family and friends safe, if people were trying to kill him and he kept them alive? Survival was not a game, nor was it something to be taken lightly. And simply sabotaging the Beyonder's equipment or his "world" would not keep him from kidnapping others later. Gamora privately vowed to kill the thing if she had the chance.
"It will take at least one day for me to finish screening who is trustworthy and to tell them our plans," she said. One day, that was, by the cycle of battles in this world, which seemed to follow a regular light/dark cycle in space. "But--I will try to do it faster, because we are in an urgent situation."
She stood up, intending to ask Scott Summers and Peter Parker to get to work with her. Before she could, though, Peter Parker looked up like he heard a distant call--and then started to shimmer from view. Probably summoned for another fight, she thought, and exchanged a glance with Scott Summers. That was fine. They would simply have to do as much as recruitment as possible and hope that Peter Parker returned in time. If not... the two of them would execute this plan themselves.
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