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Archer looked among the other Gifted people around him. "Sheesh, talk about a bunch of losers.." Including himself. He found himself walking in the jet, and sitting down. The jet was really comfy, and he heard some girl talking about the Avengers. Funny, this looked nothing like the Avenger's jet. David sat in the front seat with the pilot. The pilot seemed to have a look in his eyes, was he-?
"Yes, he's also one of us. Call him Stone." David replied. It was starting to get very annoying that this man could read minds. Archer wondered, if he has the ability to read minds, can he destroy minds? Freeze minds, and more? Archer sniffed and leaned his head back on the jet seat. As it soon took off, he was sitting next to a blonde. She was the same one talking about the Avengers (@Morose). He hated silence, he looked at her and asked her a question.
"What's your power?" He asked casually. Everybody in this jet had some sort of unique ability. Without the warning, the jet blasted off into the air. Archer held on to his seat, and gulped. Jesus, he thought. He smirked, how was he going to explain this to his parents. Well, if he ever saw them again.
Four Hours and Fifty Minutes Later
The jet soon landed to an very fancy mansion. Archer looked out the window. "Is this the Wayne Manor?" Archer joked, chuckling. He walked out of the jet towards the mansion door. Archer sniffed. "Welcome to your new base until further notice." David said. The rest of the Gifted got out as well, Stone stepped out too. Archer ran in and soon got to looking for new clothes and a hot shower.
After the best shower he's had in months, Archer looked for some clothes that fit his size in the wardrobe in the room Stone showed him too. He found a leather jacket that was his size, a kind of small T-shirt, and of course, some jeans and sneakers. Archer turned on the TV in his new room.
"You know, no one said you could have those clothes." David said, his hands behind his back. Archer jumped back, startled. "H-How long have you been there!?" David chuckled, his British accent made him seen even more of a douche.
"You think I want to stare at your ass?" He replied. "I'm gathering everyone, come to the main room in a few minutes." Peterson then walked off. Archer sighed, what was it now? Archer headed down the stairs of the second floor in the mansion. For some reason, this mansion had three stories. Not your usual house, Archer thought.
"Yes, he's also one of us. Call him Stone." David replied. It was starting to get very annoying that this man could read minds. Archer wondered, if he has the ability to read minds, can he destroy minds? Freeze minds, and more? Archer sniffed and leaned his head back on the jet seat. As it soon took off, he was sitting next to a blonde. She was the same one talking about the Avengers (@Morose). He hated silence, he looked at her and asked her a question.
"What's your power?" He asked casually. Everybody in this jet had some sort of unique ability. Without the warning, the jet blasted off into the air. Archer held on to his seat, and gulped. Jesus, he thought. He smirked, how was he going to explain this to his parents. Well, if he ever saw them again.
Four Hours and Fifty Minutes Later
The jet soon landed to an very fancy mansion. Archer looked out the window. "Is this the Wayne Manor?" Archer joked, chuckling. He walked out of the jet towards the mansion door. Archer sniffed. "Welcome to your new base until further notice." David said. The rest of the Gifted got out as well, Stone stepped out too. Archer ran in and soon got to looking for new clothes and a hot shower.
After the best shower he's had in months, Archer looked for some clothes that fit his size in the wardrobe in the room Stone showed him too. He found a leather jacket that was his size, a kind of small T-shirt, and of course, some jeans and sneakers. Archer turned on the TV in his new room.
"You know, no one said you could have those clothes." David said, his hands behind his back. Archer jumped back, startled. "H-How long have you been there!?" David chuckled, his British accent made him seen even more of a douche.
"You think I want to stare at your ass?" He replied. "I'm gathering everyone, come to the main room in a few minutes." Peterson then walked off. Archer sighed, what was it now? Archer headed down the stairs of the second floor in the mansion. For some reason, this mansion had three stories. Not your usual house, Archer thought.