#speedyshcpherd

[staturestinger]

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Going out past curfew was hardly breaking any rules, Cassie decided. If President Doom really believed that any hero would listen to someone telling them to be home by ten, he was totally insane! Honestly, it sounded a little bit like her stepfather, and that was the worst insult Cassie could realistically give to someone whom was not evil (most likely — every politician was a little bit evil). The patrol she and Tommy were on for the Young Avengers were largely dull, although with demons and militia roaming New York, it really should not have been. It was a little disappointing! Despite being completely mentally sound and one hundred percent healthy, Cassie had a lot of excess grief and anger she intended to burn through punching and kicking and shrinking and growing. Without demons or militia popping up, Cassie had to sit with it, and she really hated that.

After another few minutes went by, Cassie looked over at Tommy and sighed. “Do you think I should grow every thirty-seconds we don’t see anything or anyone that wants to terrorize the city? I could do it by inch, see how big I get before we attract attention.” It was honestly an absolutely awful plan, they would definitely be caught, possible fined, but Cassie was restless and confused! She could only be good for so long… Stinger was like half super-villain, too!

[cloudwclker]

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Speed was a well known mutant, but not one that Ororo had any previous experience with. She understood speedsters to an extent after her time spent training Pietro — a mistake she preferred not to dwell upon — but Speed had eluded her and the X-Men. It was not intentional, but rather because Speed had chosen to ally himself with the Young Avengers. It was clear that he had mastered his powers, and Speed’s antics were not ones that Ororo particularly wanted associated with Xavier’s. The reputation of mutants was already in constant danger, on the precipice of boiling over, and Speed being arrested and breaking singlehandedly out of prison would not improve that image. However, Ororo had approached much more problematic mutants in the past and her personally watched them grow. Speed deserved the opportunity if he chose to take it.

They chose to meet at local diner, and when Ororo was seated, there were no signs of Speed. Suddenly, she felt a shift in the wind, and moments later, Speed came running into the restaurant. His entrance grabbed attention, but after a reassuring smile from Ororo, the patrons returned to their meals begrudgingly. Turning towards Speed, Ororo held her hand out warmly. “My name is Ororo Munroe and I’m a teacher with Xavier’s school,” she introduced herself. “I was hoping to talk to you about your mutation, Speed, if you’re willing.” The more she knew about his capabilities, the better decision she could ultimately make about whether Speed was a candidate for Xavier’s (despite not outwardly wanting to be).

[quecnofcrime]

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In retrospect, dating Speed hadn’t been one of Felicia’s worst decisions. He was insanely hot, and she had been very, very interested in keeping the masks on, and he loved stealing almost as much as she did. Best of all, Speed allowed her to keep all of their loot, and he had never asked what her real name was. Their breakup had been a little abrupt, their petty disputes were difficult to resolve, Speed was stubborn, but Felicia still called him for help on heists speed was necessary for.

Tonight she was meeting Speed outside of a multimillion dollar mansion, a few blocks away for discretion’s sake. Felicia hadn’t bothered giving Speed the details of her plan, knowing he was typically excited to do anything chaotic, and as wind blew her hair back, she knew her ex-boyfriend had arrived. “Should I be concerned that I no longer have any way to motivate you to follow directions?” Felicia asked, cocking her head to the side before a smile crossed her face. “I used to be great at it, but I have a strict rule against sleeping with exes, Speedy.”

[sniktcd]

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Tommy Shepherd was one of the most irritating individuals Laura had ever met. He was short-tempered, impatient, unnecessarily flirtatious (it was a mystery why Tommy seriously believed Laura would ever sleep with him), but she had to admit that his mutation was intriguing. She had spent enough time around Pietro to understand some of the intricacies of super-speed, but Tommy seemed much more well-versed in his ability. Of course, that could be her bias speaking. Pietro’s betrayal, considering their friendship, had left a foul taste in Laura’s mouth, and filled her with wonderful daydreams of stabbing the new Brotherhood member. However, Pietro Maximoff was irrelevant at the moment. Bored, she was much more focused on Tommy, and more specifically, how well Tommy could fare in a fight against her.

“We should fight,” Laura announced, leaning against the wall in front of Tommy. “You can heal immediately, I can heal immediately, and I’ve heard that you can make things explode. As long as it’s fatal for neither of us, I think we’ll have fun.” As she spoke, her adamantium claws retracted from her fist, reminding Tommy exactly what she was capable of. He seemed to have little common sense so she wasn’t exactly concerned that he would say no. Granted, some mutants would suggest that Laura was far from brilliant challenging a speedster to a fight. She thought it was a fantastic idea, an excellent way to test her abilities and strategy. (It was also fun, an important factor as well.)