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Don’t be so hard on her.

The thought was well meaning but had little weight when directed. Forge seemed to think his appreciation of Wanda lacking, when it was completely other. There was a kinship he had quickly established with her, a thread that bound them and turned to thick cording. Brothers gone, lost to the world with little else left to them. She was his support when Cait could only reach so far for him. He brought Wanda back to her skin when her mind threatened to break the world apart. She was the kid sibling that he had once been.

He bit back the retort that nearly ambled forth and instead offered a tight smile. There was no point arguing, not when the other man’s thoughts could skip about as recklessly as the mutant he was trying to defend. Wife, though, that was a powerful thing. Especially when one’s wife was extremely powerful. Yet he had not learned of the SFG dubbing Beth Omega. He rolled his eyes at himself and watched Forge near the threshold of the doorway and grounded himself.

It was somewhat like watching a tense point in a movie or a play, that moment when you wanted the hero to break in and take up the love of his life in his arms and swear to never let them go. Aaand Cait’s romance novel ramblings were rubbing off.

Forge breathed her name like a broken prayer and Gabriel tried to comprehend the time, from the years and months down to the minutes he would have counted were he in Forge’s place. The torture he would have put himself through numbering every second of every day…

He perked up at the posed question. “She’s not even been here an hour yet.” He took a step forward, halting at the threshold. “She’s been unconscious the entire time. Elise said she collapsed once she was outside the compound’s gates, though it hadn’t seemed by choice.” Likely from exhaustion, considering her immediately prior exercise. If Wanda’s claim carried any weight, he could only imagine the level of fatigue that would have finally caught up to her. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of never sleeping.

The only communication, it seemed, was psychically with Tony.

The sound of his name wrapped in a scream had every muscle taut and every sense on high alert. Plasma energy immediately shed away form his form and he focused on reigning it back in as he turned back to towards the stairs. A familiar voice shouted through down towards the lower level and he was moving.

He noted first the more familiar dainty form and then shifted to the younger form next to her that beat her in height. Though, if the situation wasn’t so red he might had had a few comments about.

“What the-Mads?” He turned the unconscious woman’s face for assessment, finding the right side sticky with a generous sheen of blood that concentrated near the temple. He took quick stock of another pair of similar points, one in the upper right chest and the lower right abdominal quadrant, then, “Wanda!” He seized the boy by the collar of his jacket and moved him out of the landing and into the kitchen. “Get her on the counter. Wanda!”

He was aware of bodies moving in and out of the room, a medkit was placed on one of the tables as was a defibrillator. He inhaled to yell once more.

“I’m right here.” The witch commented suddenly beside him. She lifted her hand over the unmoving form and shifted the fabric of reality about her. It was an odd thing to watch, subtle changes in the unconscious mutant, but the alterations to the head wound almost as though Wanda were flipping an animation book.

“Dad?” Tony’s voice suddenly asked from the doorway and Gabriel snapped harder than he should have to instruct him and his twin standing behind him to ‘go to their room’.

Chris had already set to work cutting away Madelyn’s shirt to reveal one of the other bullet holes that was weeping a steady stream of blood. He startled when Wanda rolled through another rotation and the wound moved from the lower abdomen to just under the ribcage.

“They won’t come out.” Wanda finally conceded. “It doesn’t matter which reality I shift her to, the bullets remain.” Her fingers twitched once more and Madelyn’s body resettled as it had been when she was ushered in. “They’re meant to be there, lodged in tissue and blood. So much red, I said there was red.”

“Chris, get that bullet out.” He instructed the teen.

“Daddy.” Alex’s voice rang like a little bell.

“I thought I told you to go to your room!” He turned to find both of his twins still hovering near the doorway, his daughter’s bright green eyes wide in the half fluorescent light.

“Daddy, Beth wants to help.”
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Gabriel’s gaze was somewhat … expecting something. Forge wondered what that could be. How did one expect a man to react whose wife had been dead for all intents and purposes. In those moments between waking and sleeping at nights, where one could no longer hide behind the illusions of telling yourself silly stories he had felt the full weight of her loss. It had torn at his heart continuously - and eventually Forge had decided that he could take it no longer. A year after her disappearance, maybe eighteen months, he had given in. He could not continue the search, could not continue to hit dead-end after dead-end - hope was such a cruel companion especially when the lack of results shattered it time and time again.

An hour. She had been here for no longer than an hour. So Wanda had taken off right when they had brought Beth here. Forge felt gratitude for the woman. He gazed at Beth’s sleeping form, watched her chest rise and fall, kept his finger on her pulse. A shiver raced through him.

You’re really here…, he thought, willing himself to tap into the psychic connection they had shared more than once. But he withdrew instantly. He was scared. For the hell of it, he was scared. Scared of facing her, of finding disappointment in her eyes at what he had become. Would he be able to explain the choices he had made? Would she still love him afterwards?

Gabriel became distracted as a voice rang out for him from up the stairs. Forge remained focussed on the sleeping form of his wife. He took stock, his eyes roaming across her slimmed form. God, she was barely more than skin and bones. They surely had not fed her properly during her incarceration. The circles beneath her eyes were deep, and the clothing she wore told quite a story about her life and escape from the compound.

It told a story that was in stark contrast to the existence he had been biding. Lowering his head, Forge took Beth’s left hand, his fingers finding the band she still wore despite looser around the digit than last time. “I let you down…”, he said.

He pushed her hand against his lips, just holding it there. His eyes closed, he just let the sensation soothe an otherwise frayed and frightened mind. His ears picked up what was going on upstairs. They had brought one of theirs in here - someone had. (Leif? Was that Thor’s son? So it had to be Kitty.) Hurt by diamond tipped bullets.

Forge cursed himself for ever following through the with plan of creating those darned rounds. It wasn’t just diamond. He had mixed the natural material with a synthesised version. He was quite sure they could even penetrate Adamantium if one only tried hard enough. And they were designed to be hard to remove - on top of some of them coming with small but very good GPS trackers.

Pushing to his feet, Forge pressed a kiss to the back of Beth’s hand. “I’ll need to help.” He said, before following Gabriel upstairs.
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Kitty felt uncomfortable at best. She hated being out and about like this with Leif. It had become second nature to her. She and her son were to remain out of sight. While Thor could not help them, she was quite good making do herself. For the past years she had taken care of her son alone. She often forgot that he, by now, towered over her. Tall for his age, he already stood a few inches above her. More than once it had been, that her eleven year old son had saved her in critical situations rather than the other way around. And yet … that did not make it any better. They had given up their hiding place and now sat squat in the middle in one of the places the SFG would pay anything to find. Anyone in and out of this place posed a risk for them being discovered.

And if the SFG found Thor’s son … they would have a field day.
No one would lay their hands on her son.

Gabriel Summers joined them on the ground level main area of the theatre. So he was in charge here? That meant Scott was not here. As time passed, chances slimmed that the oldest Summers brother was still alive. Well, Kitty decided Gabriel Summers would have to suffice. He approached them quickly, recognising Madelyne instantly. It made Kitty wonder. Pryor had worked with, possibly even for, the SFG for some time now, or so it was rumoured. That rumour had been enough to make Kitty hesitate when Madelyne had offered her a chance to see her husband. Reopen the Byfrost. Oh the things Kitty Pryde would do to finally make her son meet his father.

“You need to take it out of her head”, she shouted over the commotion. Kitty wanted that head unharmed. Only with her brain intact could she find out whether Madelyne truly had unearthed something to help her reunite her family, or whether she would kill the damned woman with her own hands.

Wanda Maximoff joined them, and for a moment Kitty watched the woman with awe. Her powers were something from another world.

Then the chime of a voice too tiny to be witnessing such horrors cut through the commotion. The ears of a mother. Kitty’s eyes found the two children standing there. She wanted to take a step forward, instantly connecting the kids to Gabriel as their father by the man’s authoritative tone. But Kitty stopped herself. Bathed in Madelyne’s blood, she knew she would probably make the impact of this moment on the children even worse.

Wanda’s assessment made Kitty growl. Not even she could help Madelyne? “Damnit, don’t tell me we came here for nothing.” She ground out. “Summers, you have to have someone here who can help her.”

Kitty hardly heard the little girl this time, mentioning Beth and her wanting to help.
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Forge emerged from the basement just when Kitty Pryde took a snap at Gabriel. It nudged a corner of Forge’s mouth upward. Leave it to that tiny lady to snap at a man almost twice her size. Passing Gabriel’s twins just as the girl mentioned his wife’s name, Forge moved forward unflinching.

“She can”, Forge spoke in response as he approached Madelyne’s unmoving body up on the counter. He looked at Wanda. “Separate the diamond tip from the metal body of the round.” Standing next to woman on the counter, Forge gauged the likability of them requiring the defibrillator and came up with odds he didn’t like. “Charge this”, he instructed.

Maybe if Wanda could separate the head from the body of the bullets, then she could shift the metal out of Madelyne’s body while Beth could possibly move the small tips. Either way, doing this without a proper trauma station was crazy at best. Forge glanced at Wanda - well, they apparently had the right team for crazy.

“Did you see who shot her?” Forge asked Kitty, his head growing clearer by the minute. He felt like he had not reached this level of focus in years. “Plain clothes agents? Or an ops team?” He had pretty good knowledge about how the SFG was organised and who would get the rounds with the GPS components.

“Plain clothes”, Leif said. “Black unmarked cars. She found us while they still were in pursuit of her. The bullet to the head was one of them getting lucky. It richoched.”

“Separating the components of the bullets should deactivate any GPS components if present.” His gaze was serious, urging Wanda to move as quickly as possible. “If they got any, we’re all f…” he threw a sideways glance to Gabriel’s kids. “Well … we’re all in trouble.” Estimating the blood loss of one Madelyne Pryor by the amount present on Kitty and her son, Forge was sure that Madelyne was already in trouble. They were possibly fighting a losing battle here. “Can you shift the metal out, Wanda?” He asked, before once more gazing to the twins, his eyes on the girl.

“Sweetheart, could you please ask Beth if she can push out the small things Wanda’s going to leave behind?” The diamond tips were going to be a problem. But maybe Madelyne could even survive with them in her body if they could get her into proper medical care in time. They were grasping at straws here.

He was.

Forge knew that everyone else probably knew as well. And yet, somehow, he felt stronger, more alive than he had in years. For the first time since Beth had been taken, he felt like he was truly in the right place … where he ought to be.
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The bullets were stuck. They didn’t want to come out. It didn’t matter how she constructed and then reconstructed Madelyn Pryor, the bullets remained lodged in her body. That meant, that regardless of reality, regardless of what timeline she tried to shift her between, this was meant to happen. Her life had gone this way in some way shape or form in every reality that Wanda presently had access to. Much like the state of the world around them. There was one point where it had appeared different, but Pietro died in every single one of them. So she had stopped looking.

She felt as useless as her mind allowed her to feel. You are powerful. She had been told that countless times, yet she couldn’t fix their world, she couldn’t figure out how to release bullets from a petite body. How could she be powerful with wayward powers that wouldn’t even harness beneath her will? It would be such a simple thing to be powerful, she could just speak what she wanted and make it so. What a notion that would be. No more of this. No more of this awful place.

The brunette growled out half a curse and Wanda frowned. “Down, Kitty.” She had half a thought to blink herself out of the room, out of the state, until dainty little Alex cut in insisting Beth wanted to help, and Wanda nodded encouragingly. The purple mutant didn’t even need to be present to help, she could use their hands if she needed a physical medium.

Then Forge finally joined them and she brightened slightly at the instruction given, glad for something to do with her thoughts and the magic nipping just beneath the surface of her skin. She assessed Madelyne’s form, knowing full well her focus needed to be on the head wound, but she could kill her with a touch. Though, considering her state, she couldn’t really get any worse. The blood was still oozing out of her, robbing her veins of the precious oxygen it needed to deliver to the rest of her body, to fill every cell with the gas each needed to continue to function.

And then suddenly the bleeding halted completely, and warmth tingled across her wrists as they hovered over Madelyne’s form. A presence brushed up against her mind and she felt herself settle. “Okay.” She gave a nod and focused on the bullet in the head and shifted ever so carefully. The sound of the defibrillator turning on registered somewhere in her field of attention. “I don’t know if that’s how that is supposed to come apart.” She murmured.

“Right there, Wanda.” Alex spoke from beside her hip.

She briefly glanced at the little girl, holding her gaze as she shifted the bullet apart, too afraid to stare at the mutant in front of her when she did it.

“Now the others.” The girl encouraged.

Wanda gave a subtle nod and searched the other pair of bullets out, analyzing their forms and distortions from impact, differing slightly in their shapes. The one in the abdomen hadn’t hit bone and was the easiest to pluck apart. The third was in a similar state. And still, Madelyne’s blood remained where it was, holding stead in her veins as another mind worked to solidify the vessels.

Lifting her hands, she removed the main bodies of the bullets carefully. “She’s…” she frowned, “breaking the diamond down.” That wasn’t possible in this reality. Diamond and adamantium were some of the strongest substances that this universe knew outside the likes of nuclear alloys. “Like breaking pretzels in half. Breaking galaxies with a the flick of a thought.”
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Kitty stood on the sidelines as Forge and Wanda went to work. How and why Beth could help, she did not quite understand. His ideas made sense. She eyed the defibrillator, knowing Forge had not had it charged to use it against the bullets. He had it sitting there in case Madelyne’s heart decided to cease its rhythm.

Wanda was working her magic, and Kitty stepped up to the table. “Let me help”, she spoke, her tone much less belligerent than before. She realised that maybe her own power could be of use. Was it not made to find dense material such as diamond? She always reacted to such substances, maybe she could help Wanda.

Beth was breaking down the diamond, at least Wanda was saying that. Kitty did not understand how that was even possible but she would not ask. Instead, she reached forward, both hands phased. One she dipped into Madelyne’s head to ensure the woman remained unconscious. The other found one of the wounds to her abdomen and disappeared into it. It took her seconds to find the diamond substance. “It stings… like a damned hot needle”, she ground out as she gently nudged the pieces that had once been the bullet’s tip along the crater the bullet had left in its way, out of the red-head’s body.

She exhaled. Looking at Gabriel. “Someone should get the kids to bed.” She focussed once more on Madelyne’s body. “This is going to take a while.”

Kitty looked at Wanda. The both of them would probably never be friends. But they could be allies, Kitty decided. She had an interest in keeping this woman alive, and she’d gladly work with Wanda Maximoff if only to ensure that.

“Any of the GPS components still active?” Forge still asked, gazing at Madelyne’s head wound. They would have to get the bullet out of her head next.

Kitty shook her head. “Wanda disabled them. If anything in those things was still active, I can’t sense anything.” She gazed at Forge, and her entire form flickered. “She’s lost too much blood” Kitty said, sensing that Madelyne’s system was completely out of synch. “We have to hurry.”
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