In the Belly of the Beast
James was torn. This assignment was most definitely babysitting, and he should be offended that he was being drafted for babysitting. However, this asshole was in on an attempt to murder Liz. Liz had grown up with him. Liz was like another sister. He wanted to rearrange this guy’s face for threatening his sister.
But he was a good little agent, he he just watched until the guy came around. Medical had said it wouldn’t be more than an hour, by their best guess. At the thirty-five minute mark, the guy surfaced. James approached slowly. He’d been warned that the guy was dangerous. A mutant. Around here that word got bandied around a lot. James was a mutant, too, technically, though SHIELD always seemed to focus more on the Rogers side of his DNA when they were doing his evaluations.
He was a pretty chatty assassin, it seemed. James remembered the file they had hastily compiled on him. Ben Summers, son of high profile X-Men. According to people with higher security clearances than James had, Scott Summers and his wife, Emma Frost, had no idea their son was being held by SHIELD currently. He wondered how long that would last.
As to the questions. “You don’t get to ask the questions.” An attractive guy, James mused. Too bad he was a crazy off-the-grid mutant assassin. “Who do you work for?”
Ben's face suddenly went cold, as any disorientation he had felt suddenly snapped away and his eyes gained the ice his mother was known for. This guy was all up in his face, Ben was strapped down and he was wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. That last part alone was enough to get Ben on edge.
"I don't work for anyone." Ben put a psychic push behind his next words "these restraints are a bit tight. Why don't you loosen them?"
The agent moved for a second as if he was about to and then looked confused as to why he would consider that. More resilient than Ben expected from a S.H.I.E.L.D. drone but that could be prejudice speaking so he put some extra oomph behind his influence.
"Untie me, now."
The agents eyes glazed over in the usual fashion for someone who had fallen under psychic influence as the agent began undoing the restraints and Ben gleamed what information he could. He was implicated in the assassination of Liz Stark? Seriously? He'd taken a bullet for her and that implicated him? The word 'mutant' must be enough to make all sense fly out of anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s head. As the man finished undoing the restraints an alarm sounded. Things never were simple? He couldn't port out of here either since he'd given his amulet to Sonya so she could get away.
The door opened and a lone woman walked in, either they really didn't think much of Ben or this woman was more than she appeared. Caution, and his ego told him it was probably the latter. Ben sent a nudge for the agent to place himself between them and he did so.
"All right no sudden moves, I'd hate to see something happen to Agent..." Ben scanned the guy's mind for his name and inwardly swore. This really wasn't his day "Rogers. So why don't you call Nick Fury or Maria Hill or whoever is in charge here and we can discuss how taking a bullet for Stark's kid gets me locked up."















