The winds held her in their grasp high above the ocean. All around the winds swirled and churned, pulling the ocean with them. Lightning struck and illuminated the massive funnel as it swirled onward toward the coast of Florida. All the while, the young woman floated in the center of it all, curled up in a ball as if sleeping peacefully, her pure white hair whipping about her. But, how did she get here? She was sleeping in her safehouse, hidden and safe, or at least she had thought she was. It was fuzzy, but she thought she remembered a woman with blue skin… The tempest surged through her very core, and she lost herself to the storm as it raged. She [i]was[/i] the storm, the girl no longer mattered. The very winds were hers to command, the weather was at her beck and call.

On the coast, police officers and the National Guard directed the people as quickly and best as they could. The evacuation wasn’t happening quickly enough, but how could it when this storm just appeared? The traffik moved slowly, backed up clear down several streets. There was barely enough room for the squad cars to make it by. Rain pelted windows, and the winds pulled up loose debris and blew it about. In the midst of the chaos, a group of costumed individuals appeared out of nowhere. A brick fell to the ground between them all.

[color=#F1BC70][i]”Hey! Watch it! Yeesh! Teleport you all here, and this is the thanks I get, a piece a’ me just dropped on the ground like some normal brick from some normal street."[/i][/color]

[color=1a7b30]”Sorry, buddy. I got ya.”[/color]

Beast Boy bent and picked up the fallen, dusting it off carefully. He tucked it into a handy pouch on the belt of his black and white costume. The silver-haired, broad-shouldered form of Max Eisenhardt stepped forward, dressed in his own costume of red and purple with armored patches and a matching helmet. The wind caught hold of his cape and pulled it along behind him.

[color=#E30660]”We need to find who’s causing this storm and subdue them.”[/color]

[color=silver]”Shouldn’t we focus on helping the people… father,”[/color] Quicksilver glowered at his father as he spoke.

[color=#E30660]”We would never get this many people evacuated quickly enough. The best way to help them is to stop whoever’s controlling this storm.”[/color]

[color=silver]”Yes, but if this escalates we need to be certain those people are at least somewhere safer than on the street!”[/color]

The others present looked on at the bickering father and son awkwardly. Beast Boy shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head. Magneto opened his mouth to protest but seemed to think better of it and closed it again for a moment.

[color=#E30660]”You’re… right. We’ll split up. Quicksilver, take Beast Boy and Miss Marvel. Cyclops, Jubilee, and Terra, you go together. Scout the area and start ushering people to the nearest safe locations.”[/color]

He was still ordering the team and Pietro around! He was supposed to be the leader of the Field Team, yet here his father was. He recognized the need for caution, but he also saw the impossibility for him to grow so long as he remained under his father’s shadow.

[color=silver]”And, what will you be doing?”[/color]

[color=#E30660]”I’ll be above and try to figure out who summoned this storm.”[/color]

[color=1a7b30]”I can help with that!”[/color]

Beast Boy shifted form into a green-feathered [url=https://sites.psu.edu/tinahay/files/2017/12/Southern-Royal-Albatross-1ixsebp.jpg]royal albatross[/url] and flapped his wings.

[color=#E30660]”No, Gar -  uh, Beast Boy. The winds are too strong for you to remain stable in the air. My powers will allow me to anchor myself with nearby metal and remain stable.”[/color]

The bird shifted back into Beast Boy, who nodded. With a nod of his own, Magneto floated above them into the storm winds. He reached out with the fine tuned sense he spent years training and felt the metal all around him. He pushed on the source beneath while simultaneously reaching out all around him and stabilizing himself against the harsh wind. Repeating this pattern was second nature to him at this point as he flew through the air toward the hurricane. As his form shrank into the distance and was swallowed by the heavy rain, Quicksilver scoffed as he secured his goggles and turned to the rest of the team.

[color=silver]”Well, you heard him… Let’s go.”[/color]

In a blur, he sped off up the alley and down the street, followed by Beast Boy in the form of a dog, and Miss Marvel levitating herself just barely off the ground. Cyclops, Jubilee, and Terra sped off in the opposite direction.