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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]For the rest of the simulations Imogen remained silent, bouncing her leg, and shivering from the cold water dripping from her hair and clinging to her clothes. She wasn’t all that surprised that her brother’s training was a complete trainwreck. There was a part of her that sympathized with Myla who, even while injured, was trying her best only for Jim to cut their simulation short too. It really must have been the end of the world where Imogen was one of the few people who seemed to take it seriously. A part of it might have been because she was the least battle hardened person in the room, but it was still important. June and Myla were both attacked just the night before which meant any of them could be next. Phil and Alfred wanting them to train made sense, she just wished everyone else saw it too. 

Theo and Ronnie’s simulation proved to be more promising in the beginning. They obviously didn’t get along, but they were working together well enough and trying. That was until Ronnie kissed him. Up until that moment Imogen hadn’t really been honing in on anyone’s thoughts, but that single act made Myla’s thoughts grow loud and violent. She couldn’t blame the woman. If someone kissed Magni in front of her like that… She sucked in a sharp breath, pushing the thought aside. But tensions were already high in their shitty ragtag team. They were scraping the bottom of the barrel of who was left. They didn’t have the luxury of infighting. 

Imogen quickly got to her feet, weaving through the benches and chairs to try and reach either of the women before things got out of hand. But she wasn’t fast enough. The slam of the punch rang out and filled the silence of the room. She lingered on the edge of the confrontation, ready to intervene if necessary, but Theo stepped in before Myla was able to lunge at Ronnie and escalate things further. Imogen managed to step out of the way just before the brunette charged her way through and disappeared into the stairwell. 

After both women parted their separate ways, Phil sighed, sparing a glance toward Alfred before addressing those who remained. [color=d6d6d6]"If it wasn’t already obvious, you all are dismissed."[/color]

Imogen flashed both of the older men a weak smile. She slowly spun around and made her way back to Magni, rubbing her arms to try and keep herself warm. [color=a8f9ff]"Well that all went terribly,"[/color] she spoke quietly and sighed. Her index finger playfully tickled a small bit of his skin visible through a fresh hole in his shirt. [color=a8f9ff]"You did well though,"[/color] she added as her gaze slowly lifted to meet his eyes. [color=a8f9ff]"Not that I’m surprised. It seems a decade has only made you more formidable."[/color] While her smile showed hints of exhaustion and didn’t quite reach her eyes, it was no less authentic. Magni had enough power to decimate everyone in the tower with a snap of his fingers and his strength was one of the many things she found attractive about him. So watching him in action, even if he didn’t take it as seriously as she did, was one of the highlights of her day… Not counting other activities that involved far less clothing.

[color=00aeef]"Thou fared well, despite the ill-timed exit of thy comrade-in-arms."[/color] Magni’s words were as sincere as usual. His eyes did shift towards the various exiting parties, before turning back in Phil’s direction. [color=00aeef]"In my time in these halls, there had been more care and consideration in our contests. It seems such compassion has departed with those who were taken."[/color] Coulson may have had years on Magni, and yet the younger man seemed disappointed with how his elder seemed to be handling yet another conflict in a universe riddled with them.

[color=d6d6d6]"This is no longer an academy, Mr. Thorson,"[/color] Phil replied fairly unbothered as he gathered his things and shut down the simulation. [color=d6d6d6]"You’re welcome to file any complaints with J.A.R.V.I.S."[/color] With that, he made his way around those who remained and disappeared into the elevator with Alfred. 

Magni shook his head to refocus his mind, reaching an arm out to envelop Imogen in a slight hug. He radiated warmth, doing what he could to share his heat for her benefit. [color=00aeef]"I was without my birthright."[/color] As if on cue, he lifted a free hand. A ringing ran through the air as Mjolnir was lifted by an intangible force from the ground a few feet away and floated to his grasp. He let out a relieved exhale as the hammer obeyed his whims. [color=00aeef]"I hope to show you just how formidable I am, when the time calls for it."[/color]

Imogen let her body lean into him slightly, thankful for his warmth and comfort. She appreciated that Magni thought she did well and in other light it might have made her feel more deserving of his affection, but Luke’s thoughts cast a shadow of doubt over anything she might have accomplished in training. [i]Pampered and untrained.[/i] The words replayed in her mind like fucked up mantra, whittling away at her resolve and making her second guess her purpose there. Maybe he was right… Maybe Jim—

The start of her downward spiral was interrupted by the shift around them as mjolnir lifted off the ground and flew into his hand effortlessly. Her gaze fell to the massive hammer in Magni’s equally large hand as his words finally cut through her mental fog. [color=a8f9ff]"While I’m sure it will be quite the spectacle—"[/color] her fingers slowly ran along his forearm until her hand rested on top of his that held the hammer, [color=a8f9ff]"—I’m in no rush to see you in harm’s way,"[/color] she confessed, quiet enough that only he could hear. While he was a God and could handle nearly anything thrown at him, whomever they were up against knew how to subdue an Asgardian. By that logic, it only made sense they’d know how to kill one as well. Magni might have only been hers for the better part of a day, but she intended to enjoy his company far beyond the hell they were in… If fate allowed it.

Magni nodded, his eyes drifting in the direction of the elevator. He did not need to read minds to know the worry in her words. The best he could offer from such grim thoughts was a distraction. [color=00aeef]"In the interim…"[/color] A small smile formed on his lips as he took a breath. He turned to meet Imogen’s gaze. [color=00aeef]"I believe thou didst make a vow for a more pleasurable sport this afternoon."[/color] He slid his hand from Imogen’s back, shifting it up to her upper forearm to give it a light squeeze.

While she remembered the promise she had made before training, much of Imogen’s original enthusiasm was dampened and hanging under the shadow of Luke’s words and thoughts. She hated that someone else’s opinions could sway her mood so heavily, but it was out of her control. Regardless of the spiral her emotions teetered on, she was a woman of her word. Perhaps the distraction would be enough to pull her out of her slump, maybe not. Either way it was irrelevant. She refused to let her own insecurities ruin Magni’s day along with her own. It wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time she shelved her own feelings so she didn’t burden others. 

Her smile grew as pressed the palm of her hand against his stomach, feeling the taut and chiseled muscles of his abdomen through the fabric of his shirt. She exhaled softly as she slowly looked up to meet his gaze. [color=a8f9ff]"I [i]am[/i] desperate to get out of these clothes,"[/color] Imogen replied while her other hand attempted to zip up her top for the millionth time to no avail. [color=a8f9ff]"Although… You might have to tear them off of me,"[/color] she whispered as she took a small step toward him.

Meanwhile, Tobias had remained stoic, unmoving, and unbothered by most of what had happened around him. Neither the simulations nor infighting managed to pry him away from his own thoughts as he remained fixated on the Drakes and their missing daughter. He couldn’t put a finger on why it bothered him so much. It must have been some subconscious need to save someone since he failed Helena, a desperate urge to prove that [i]he[/i] wasn’t the problem or that he had some usefulness beyond being the single person that wasn’t targeted. He fixated on it like a mad man, sifting through every possibility or way he could find her and fast, that he somehow overlooked the most obvious answer… [i]She was a mutant.[/i]

Like flipping a switch, he was on his feet and crossing the room toward Imogen and Magni, paying zero attention to their suggestive closeness and shared whispers. [color=796e9c]"Hey Imogen. Magni. Sorry to interrupt. I…"[/color] Tobias’s brows furrowed slightly as she tried to find the words. [color=796e9c]"Do you know anyone who has access to a Cerebro?"[/color]

Imogen’s gaze fell as a frantic mind grew closer. Tobias’s thoughts raced so fast like someone flipping through pages too quickly for her to make sense of it. Her hand remained gently pressed to Magni’s stomach as her smile shifted from flirty to sympathetic sadness. [color=a8f9ff]"[i]I do[/i]—but, Tobias,"[/color] she sighed softly, [color=a8f9ff]"It won’t work. Several telepaths have tried, ones far more powerful than me… Once a mutant is taken…"[/color] Her voice trailed off as she shook her head, unable to finish the sentence. Hope was in short supply and every time she tried using Cerebro she got nothing. His drive was admirable but he was heading down a path they had tried countless times before… If only it was that easy. 

[color=796e9c]"Luke said that they didn’t think the Drake daughter was taken,"[/color] Tobias interjected before she could attempt to finish her thought or find another excuse not to try. 

Her eyes went wide as his meaning and the realization of it sank in. Imogen took Magni’s free hand, slipping her fingers between his as she looked between him and Tobias with a new sense of urgency. [color=a8f9ff]"My mom gave me a mini cerebro when I came here… It’s in my room."[/color] She had already started making her way toward the elevator before she finished her sentence. It wasn’t until she stepped inside and pressed the button for her floor that she noticed how it was now the second time in one day that time with Magni had been interrupted. Her heart sank, sparing him an apologetic glance as she drifted toward the back of the lift.

Magni shook his head in rejection to her apologetic glance: saving anyone they could from their adversaries trumped any bedroom revelry. He let her drag him towards the elevator, sharing a glance with Tobias as he sought some level of understanding. [color=00aeef]"What is a Cerebro?"[/color]

[color=796e9c]"Well I…"[/color] Tobias started as he entered the lift behind Imogen and Magni, his drive to see through the one lead he had kept him too wired to be able to relax in the small metal room. [color=796e9c]"I don’t [i]actually[/i] know how it works. Most mutants just know [i]of[/i] it."[/color]

Imogen looked up from where her gaze was fixated on the seam between the steel doors while the elevator started carrying them higher up in the tower. Her gaze drifted between Magni and Tobias before she chimed in. [color=a8f9ff]"It’s a device used by telepaths. It enhances our abilities helping us detect and locate other mutants. A handful of telepaths, like my mom, mutants far more powerful than me…"[/color] For a moment her voice trailed off as her own self doubt that had been nagging at the back of her mind tried to claw out. She cleared her throat, shoving it back to the farthest recesses, attempting to compose herself as she brushed damp hair behind her ears. [color=a8f9ff]"They uh, tried… [i]Several times.[/i] But whatever they do to mutants after capturing them [i]hides[/i] their unique brain signatures so we can’t see them."[/color] 

Her leg bounced anxiously as the gravity of the situation grew heavier the closer the elevator numbers ticked toward her flow. It was one thing attempting to give a motivational speech or fight robots in a simulation, but now that something serious and real rested on her shoulders, the burden and expectations were suffocating. What if she couldn’t get it to work? What if she [i]did[/i] see the Drake girl? What if she didn’t? Countless questions buzzed around her head like angry wasps, each chipping away at her resolve and confidence. [color=a8f9ff]"Why didn’t I think of it sooner?"[/color] She muttered the question under breath, unaware the words fell from her lips rather than remaining locked away. 

The second the lift stopped and the bell chimed signaling they reached her floor, Imogen pushed off the wall and started toward the doors before they opened. The moment they began to part she slipped between them and disappeared deeper into her penthouse. Hurried feet carried her into her bedroom then farther still until she was inside her closet, pushing hanging clothes out of the way until a large metal briefcase came into view. She had hidden it away and honestly hadn’t expected to ever need it, but it seemed a lot of things weren’t going quite how she had imagined. Case and point Magni’s presence and… well, [i]everything[/i] involving him and the last 24 hours. 

Imogen emerged from her room in her diamond form, carrying the heavy, nearly suitcase sized case with ease, opting for speed rather than struggling with its cumbersome weight. She shifted back to normal after she set it down on her coffee table and sat down with crossed legs on the ground. Her thumbs flipped the latches before lifting the lid and opening the case. It looked almost like an oversized, archaic laptop with a small screen, several buttons, and a helmet-like device cradled in the bottom half. She quickly tied back her damp hair into a low ponytail at the base of her skull then hesitantly reached her hands out toward the helmet. Her hands trembled as she choked back the lump that formed in her throat. There was only a handful of times she ever used cerebro. It also hurt and she only managed to get it to work once. The tip of her tongue ran along her bottom lip, finding herself suddenly parched and struggling to bridge the final gap. She made quick work of flipped switches and pressing buttons, booting up the machine and getting it ready. With one final breath for bravery, she picked up the strange apparatus and shoved it on her head before she could talk herself out of it. 

Her eyes snapped shut, hands pressing to the sides of her head as she nearly doubled over. Like a blade to the frontal lobe, Cerebro dug into her brain and electrified the psionic tendrils of her telepathy, strengthening and enhancing it as it burst from her like an intangible wave that reverberated around the world. As Imogen dove deeper, the small screen in the case displayed what played across her mind. What used to be an interconnected web of countless lights like a firework across her mind now was an expansive void. All that remained was a handful of dim stars on the edge of burning out. The brightest epicenters were at Krakoa and Genosha. There were a couple other sporadic faint lights but mostly nothing.

She gritted her teeth, focusing in on New England and the handful of lights scattered about it. The tower’s location was dim with only two sparks. She drifted to Xavier’s school finding two similar little stars, but as her mind closed in the signatures had a familiar air to them. A second or two longer Imogen might have been able to figure out who they were, but knowing that she had never met the Drake girl, there was no way she would be recognizable. Her chest heaved with every heavy breath as a migraine had started building up with a relentless pounding behind her eyes. She wanted to pull away and disconnect, and nearly did when she caught a fuzzy dot in between Xavier’s school and the academy.

Her hands fell to grip the edges of the coffee table as she pushed in further until she slipped into the girl's mind. Heavy pants were masked beneath the roar of thunder. The rain was ice cold on her skin and her legs ached as she ran through a thicket of trees. Imogen whimpered from the pain, desperately trying to focus through the throbbing waves that pulsated through her head. She was losing her hold, struggling to separate the girl’s sensations with her thoughts. There was a fraction of a second where she saw a crack and broke through just long enough to get the name [i]Bellamy Drake.[/i]

[color=a8f9ff]"It’s her!"[/color] Imogen’s voice was weak and strained as her eyes snapped open but the relief, although faint, was still palpable. She quickly pressed a button inside of the case, freezing the image of the map and the girl’s current coordinates. A trickle of blood dripped from her nose and trailed over her lips while her trembling hands struggled to pull the apparatus off of her head.

Magni had remained right at Imogen’s side the second she put the helmet on, a hand reassuringly gripped on her shoulder. He was unfamiliar with the technology or what precisely she was doing, but he knew enough about magics and power to know that she was fighting with and against powers he could not comprehend. He also knew that trying to enhance an ability beyond its natural means was always a dangerous road. He held Imogen tight as she fought through the noise, until she finally got what she needed. He didn’t bother looking at the image on the case, instinctively reaching towards the helmet as Imogen tried to pull it off. He was careful as he lifted it up, trying not to cause her any further pain. When it was off and placed on the coffee table next to her, he held her face in his hands and wiped the blood from her nose with his thumb.

Tobias hovered off to the side, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watched in a stoic silence. He had never witnessed someone use Cerebro to know if Imogen’s reaction was normal or not, but watching her tense from some kind of pain or discomfort that he couldn’t begin to comprehend made him grow more concerned with every passing second. The more time ticked onwards, the closer he got to pulling her out. While he had an unrelenting and nagging [i]need[/i] to try and solve this, even if he didn’t know why, it wasn’t worth risking the safety of one of the few of them that was left.

But then her voice broke through her pained gasps. He was so stunned that his plan actually worked that it took a second for him to step into action. Tobias’s hand dipped into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and frantically typed in the coordinates. Once the numbers were in and the map matched the one on Cerebro’s screen he was already hurrying back toward the elevator. 

[color=a8f9ff]"Wait!"[/color] Imogen croaked. She tried to push off the coffee table and get to her feet, but her strength was drained and her body gave before she was a few inches off the ground. [color=a8f9ff]"You can’t go alone..."[/color] It wasn’t safe for any of them to be traveling alone, as if June and Myla weren’t testament enough to that. She would have argued and fought to go with him, but her body wouldn’t cooperate and in that moment, she realized her place wasn’t out there, but back in Cerebro… guiding Tobias to the girl. Which only left… 

Reluctantly Imogen looked up at Magni as he held her face in his hands, then her heart immediately sank and twisted into a dreadful knot in her stomach. The thought of him walking out the door and maybe never coming back filled her with enough dread that a cold chill ran down her spine and nearly made her wretch. She couldn’t bring herself to hold his gaze, let alone ask… She didn’t need to be a telepath to know the same thought was crossing his mind. It was selfish but she didn’t want him to go. Imogen wasn’t strong or powerful enough. If Magni was taken, how the hell was [i]she[/i] supposed to save [i]him?[/i]

Magni nodded, his hand reaching out as Mjolnir rose to meet his grasp. [color=00aeef]"I will join thee."[/color] His tone was certain, the hammer crackling with a slight surge of power. His expression was grave. [color=00aeef]"Imogen is right. It would be dangerous if our adversaries caught thee without reinforcements."[/color]

Imogen rested her elbow on the table as her head sank until it leaned against her palm. She felt nauseous. She didn’t know if it was from Cerebro or the thought of Magni going headfirst into danger. Probably both. She hated that she let herself get hooked on him so quickly. He was a God. He was the [i]last[/i] person she should be concerned about, yet he was the last person she wanted to put in harm's way. It was stupid. This was bigger than all of them. It wasn’t the place for her to be selfish… She could chastise herself about her ridiculous emotions later. 

Tobias stopped dead in his tracks, finger hovering near the elevator button as he looked back over at them. Imogen hadn’t been in Cerebro for more than fifteen minutes and she looked like death. And Magni? He needed to be at her side, not risking his life to fill Tobias’s reckless need to prove himself. [color=796e9c]"You can’t,"[/color] he contradicted in a quiet yet firm voice before meeting his friend's serious gaze. 

[color=a8f9ff]"Tobias…"[/color] Imogen’s voice was weak but pleading. They couldn’t lose anyone else, not an omega level mutant, not one of the few heroes that remained… not a friend.

[color=00aeef]"I am quite capable—"[/color]

[color=796e9c]"There’s no one else I’d rather have fighting at my side,"[/color] Tobias took a step toward them while doing his best to try and be reassuring. [color=796e9c]"But… They don’t want me. They went out of their way not to kill or apprehend me. I’m the [i]only[/i] person who can go."[/color]

Imogen clenched her jaw, weighing all of their options only to come up empty handed. He was right, even if she hated it. Traveling alone was dangerous enough as it was, but running straight into danger was a whole new level of crazy. Mustering what bit of strength she had left, she pushed off the table and got to her feet. She used Magni for support as her first few steps were wobbly. But once she was stable, Imogen walked back to her room and grabbed her phone. As she returned to the living room, she pointed at Tobias. [color=a8f9ff]"You call me and you stay on the phone no matter what. Or we’re coming after you."[/color]

Magni towered over the two of them, his face contorted in a grimace as he weighed the argument. Neither of them were in a position to stop him should he truly wish to go, and he wanted nothing more than glorious combat… nothing except the comfort of his friends. He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head and folding his arms. [color=00aeef]"I find this course of action inadvisable, but I will not stop thee."[/color] He crossed the gap with Tobias in only a few steps, placing a tight grip on his friend’s shoulders. [color=00aeef]"If thou needst reinforcements, I will be there."[/color]

Tobias nodded in silent gratitude. While he still stood under the God’s hold, he pulled out his phone and thumbed through his contacts until he found Imogen’s name. Not a second later her phone rang out on the other side of the living room and she answered without a word. [color=796e9c]"You’ll be with me the whole time."[/color] He gave Magni’s hand a reassuring pat before slipping out from under his grasp and disappearing into the elevator. 

With slow, unsteady steps, Imogen crossed the room to where Magni stood by the closed elevator doors. She held out her phone to him with a weak smile. [color=a8f9ff]"Think you can man the phone?"[/color] In truth, all he had to do was hold it and not break it. She figured it was a safe bet that Magni didn’t have a clue how to actually [i]use[/i] a cellphone, but they didn’t have the time for her to teach him at the moment. She’d save that lesson for when she had the time to actually get him one. It was on her to-do list, but right now what was most important was staying in contact with Tobias and guiding him to the Drake girl. 

Imogen placed her phone gently into Magni’s palm and let her fingers linger on his wrist as she spoke. [color=a8f9ff]"I have to go back in and guide him."[/color] She nodded her head toward the Cerebro case that was still open on her coffee table. Her voice was strained but there was a resolute strength beneath her exhaustion. It was one of the few ways she could help. She [i]had[/i] to do it… No matter how much it hurt.

Magni tilted his gaze back towards the phone, and then back up to Imogen. He held it gingerly, noting its small frame and seemingly high pliability in his grasp. His chest rumbled with the starting breath of objection, but he did not muster up any words. Whatever that vile contraption was, it seemed to work towards their ends and Imogen was the only one who could make it function. He shook his head, holding the phone aloft. [color=00aeef]"I… am unfamiliar with how to use this… thing."[/color]

A tired, but affectionate smile graced Imogen’s lips as she placed a reassuring hand against his wrist. [color=a8f9ff]"It’s already connected to Tobias."[/color]

[color=796e9c]"Can you hear me?"[/color] Tobias asked. The sound of the elevator dinging echoed through the call and filled the quiet space of the penthouse, telling them that he had reached the garage. 

[color=a8f9ff]"We can hear you,"[/color] Imogen responded, leaning in slightly toward the phone in Magni’s hand. Her thumb lightly stroked the soft skin on the inside of his wrist as her gaze lifted to meet his. [color=a8f9ff]"I just need you to keep it close to me so I can talk to Tobias once I go back in,"[/color] she added with a subtle nod toward Cerebro. Her jaw tensed slightly from the exhaustion that already ached her muscles as she shifted to the tips of her toes. She gently tugged Magni down to her level so she could give him a tender kiss. [color=a8f9ff]"[i]Please?[/i]"[/color]

Magni nodded softly, a small frown on his lips. As much as he hated to see Imogen suffer more while plugged in, he hated the thought of missing glorious combat more. The greater insult than these was to hold a metal rectangle that allowed distant communication while he watched the people he cared for rush into danger. While he softened with the kiss, the tension remained in his shoulders. He spoke clearly into the box, [color=00aeef]"Make haste, and may thy journey be fruitful."[/color]

Imogen was too tired to turn off her mind, although there was a part of her that wished she had. She couldn't blame Magni for being upset when he got benched. Tobias's logic was sound and she knew it was never easy for a hero to stay out of a fight. But there was a part of her that had hoped he would have wanted to stay behind to support her, not run off into battle. That made her feel—[i]No.[/I] She wasn't going to do that to herself when someone else's life was in the balance. The Drake girl was more important than her conflicted feelings and Magni's ego.

There was a fleeting moment where she contemplated taking back her phone and figuring it out herself… but she didn't. She gave his wrist one last gentle squeeze, like nothing was wrong before releasing her hold and turning back toward that damn machine. Her legs were a bit weak and wobbly, like the over exertion zapped whatever energy she had. But with a slow determination she made her way back to the coffee table and lowered herself back down to sit on the ground. She closed her eyes and took one, two… [i]three[/i] deep breaths, preparing for the dive. Then before she could regret going in a second time, Imogen switched on the machine and put back on the helmet. [/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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