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Feels like a cage [FUBAR Friday] Sehun&Sadie

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Central Park... her instructions were simple get in, take down as many supporters as possible and then get out. The men were armed, after all Malcom Thomas was a mutant therefore his supporters must be mutants as well. Mutants were classified as a dangerous threat, they could control your thoughts, they could control nature and ultimately they could control your fate. They had remained hidden, allowing the gatherer to arrive, unknown the fear and anger yet to come. 

Sadie remained at the ready, her face hidden by makeup and a mask as not to betray her cover. She crouched low, leading her small faction through the small hidden corners of the park. As the event began, each HYDRA member stood in their location, but their carefully laid plan was broken the moment one of their team was spotted. Hopefully he’d be eliminated in the scuffle if not, someone would have to do the cancellation themselves. 

Her hand raised then moving forward signalling her troops to attack. The ambush would be a success regardless of the need to spill blood that her organization desired. She wasn't a killer, and the instructions were to maim not murder... but when you have these many agents in one place there is always bound to be a few casualties left in their wake. 

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Gifted Young Mechanics|| Sehun & Tony

Tony didn’t visit the the institution often--could count the number of times he’d spoken with Professor X on one hand--but once you caved and gave in to the “team” life, these things sort of became a necessity: calling in the Fantastic Four when the latest city mess became a little too messy, getting the X-Men on speed dial, trudging out to Xavier’s Fancy University because Coulson wanted to know how the X-Men could help with SHIELD’s rebuilding (and somehow, for some stupid reason--all since Tony had done his dirty work getting rid of Dr. Ross--Tony always gave in when it came to helping Coulson, even if he’d go down declaring that he was no one’s errand boy until his dying breath).

The meeting was short--unproductive because this city couldn’t get its head out of its ass long enough to make any sort of real plan, not with HYDRA still peaking out behind every corner--and Tony was wishing Steve had been able to come (they were co-captains of this damned team for a reason, and Tony might be a business man, but Steve was the diplomat, the “man with a plan”) when Tony caught sight of the class listings on Xavier’s desk. “You have a mechanical engineering and robotics class?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why didn’t we start with that? Totally would have taken you more seriously. Right, well,” he put out his hand to shake Xavier’s while standing up at the same time. “We’ll call you.” 

With that, he left the office and found his way to the class in question, already itching to find that particular lesson plan and wondering what Mechanical Engineering looked like for “Gifted Youngsters;” it had to be better than MIT--that had all been a joke, honestly. When he found the right classroom, Tony let himself in and watched the lesson from the back.