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Meet the Drakes'; Bobby and Julian
Topic Started: Aug 30 2009, 07:24 PM (1,093 Views)
Dugan
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“This is Hodge.”

“Dugan here.”

“Report?”

“One of the kids used their powers in broad daylight in front of a bunch of civilians. Lifted a car clear off the ground with his brain.”

“Keller.”

“Yes sir.”

“Take them both in.”

“Sir?”

“Summers knew the rules. I was very clear. He didn't explain them properly or those kids didn't listen? Not my problem.”

“Director, he hasn't attacked anyone yet. I don't think-”

“It's not your job to think. It's your job to do what I say, Dugan. It doesn't matter that they haven't attacked anyone. This is a post-Apocalypse America, and civilian mutants aren't supposed to use their powers overtly in a post-Apocalypse America... especially minors.”

A long pause and a sigh.

“Dugan?”

“Yes sir. Proceeding as ordered.”

Slipping his radio back in its assigned pouch, Timothy “Dum-Dum” Dugan glared down at the car below as he punched the air with an index finger and made a winding motion with it. The pilot took the hint and began to lower the chopper. What had he done to deserve this? Was he bearing sole responsibility for that thing Fury had been just as responsible for in Tijuana? If so, then karma was a goddamn bitch.

He'd been second in command of SHIELD when Fury had been in charge. He'd been a respected adviser and close friend of the guy in charge of the security of America, and – he personally thought – the damn planet. He'd done a good job too... at least till Apocalypse showed up and decided to take a wrecking ball to Earth.

Now Fury was MIA – most thought he was dead – and Dugan had been reduced to playing gopher for some college-educated pansy, wet behind the ears and a diaper stuffed halfway up his ass. Nick wouldn't have been wasting good resources on a couple of stupid kids who had more fire than common sense. Nick wouldn't be demanding that an entire SHIELD team deploy on the lawn of Suburbia, USA to arrest a couple of minors who had constitutional rights. Waste of time, money, and Dugan's own goddamn talents.

He reached up and pushed the derby back on his head to scratch at his thinning head of hair in annoyance. Readjusting it, he then pulled the cigar he'd been chomping on out of his mouth, “Drop the cloak. Bunch'a guys pouring out of an invisible chopper'll probably spook 'em out more than anything else. Alright men, fall out behind me. Flank Beta-six. Non-lethal ordinance only. These are kids... I don't care what they can do.”

The suddenly visible, only slightly noisy state-of-the-art SHIELD chopper finally touched the well-manicured lawn and Dum-Dum Dugan hopped down onto the grass as he shoved the large chunk of cigar back into his mouth and slid his hands in the pocket of his trench coat. With another weary sigh, he took several steps forward as his men began to pour out of the bird and flank him on the left or right accordingly with clipped, precise movements. Guns were left at the mens' sides, but were ready to be raised at a moment's notice; it was part of Beta-six.

“Boys,” Dugan spoke up gruffly, booming from his barrel chest, “Put down the dog biscuits and come with me. You're under arrest.”
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Bobby shoved the crumpled bag of treats into Julian’s unwilling hands, and he eyed them suspiciously. Oh, wonderful. Now he’d have to suffer through being drenched in fountains of slaver, cascades of slobber, and in all probability have two or more of his fingers bitten off in the process. The rest of the day would be a terribly exciting affair waiting in the local ER to have them surgically reattached.

“I’m a regular person. Regular people dislike animals. Are you going to make me sit through family movies? ‘The day we brought Rocket home.’ ‘Rocket’s first birthday.’ ‘Rocket gets his balls snipped’.” He made a snipping motion, fingers cutting at the air.

Said air suddenly displaced with an almighty crack, and the sky blackened, eclipsed by the huge bulk of an emerging… thing. Julian’s head snapped up, his eyes fixating on the descending MBX-033-C, which had materialised out of the sky with an ethereal shudder of light and writhing shadow, wind and dust and dirt whipping up around their feet and stinging against skin as fine particles bit at exposed arms and faces.

At first he stared at it dumbstruck. As militia streamed from its belly and gathered in a bristling throng of black and weaponry, on reflex Julian skidded backwards as if waking from a trance, shielding popping up around him in a surge of emerald, clothes flapping close to his skin and ruffling in the air thrown down by the propellers.

His eyes fell on the hardware, gunmetal gleaming like predatory fish in the late summer sun, hands poised calm next to holsters.

“Put down the dog biscuits and come with me. You're under arrest.”

“Oh what??” Julian exclaimed, hands automatically flying to scrape through his hair in exasperation, disbelief pulling his jaw slack, caught as off guard as he’d ever been.

“Are you fucking kidding me? This is a joke, right? You can’t seriously be arresting us.” His arms dropped, fists clenched, making angry corpse-white balls at his sides. No! Just fuck no! He wasn’t being arrested here, no fucking way, and for what, rescuing a dog?

“Are you kidding?” he repeated, for once in his life genuinely shaken and unable to hide it. It wasn’t like he had freaking massive military helicopters setting down in his parents’ back yard every day, and it was the last thing he’d been expecting on an innocent charity trip to his ex roomie’s home turf. Adrenaline charged through his system, heart racing; he wasn’t sure how to react, completely and utterly surprised.

“SHIELD? SHI-… Homeland security? For a fucking dog? What, do you guys go around assraping firemen for pulling kittens out of trees? You’re all out of your goddamn minds!” He straightened, chin rising indignantly, pulling at his fragmented composure.

Neighbours had rushed outdoors, hanging out of windows, all collectively enacting the fish-gawp in perfect synchronicity. They huddled together and muttered like surreptitious conspirators, talking in hushed whispers, even though they were far out of earshot.

He didn’t drop the telekinetic barrier, which visibly flared and twisted in angry green gradients.

Pulling the name card was totally out of the question. These guys had cut off his credit cards without blinking; they were above the business world and Julian wasn’t stupid enough to name names like he could send them running with a few well-placed syllables. His parent’s contacts weren’t quite what they used to be before the KICK incident.

All he had left was teenage antipathy.

“Go fuck yourselves.”
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Bobby Drake
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Bobby, in the last moment of peace with his friend, as Julian finished his retort about him being a regular person, laughed and replied back, “Dude you're an ass sometimes.” Then they came. SHIELD. Their helicopter brought in everyone's attention. The iced mutant's parents came running out and he managed to look back at them in disbelief. Apparently they were going to be arrested. His jaw dropped almost as wide as Julian's did. It was very clear that the telekinetic wasn't happy. As much as he thought that was wrong in so many different ways, Julian was the one to make it vocal.

Bobby whispered back, “Jules... calm down. Let me see if I can handle this...” He flashed his parents an apologetic look and turned a fixed gaze back to the lead guy that spoke. Not powering up, but deeply tempted to, the Iceman spoke, “On what charges? I haven't heard of any law that said mutants aren't allowed to use their powers at all in public, let alone their own home. Shouldn't you guys be looking for the Brotherhood or something? Or has the Patriot Act decided to focus on two unimportant mutants?”

Bobby would have fiddled with the his cell to call the mansion for backup, but it was something the SHIELD guys would have noticed. The iced mutant really really hoped someone was recording this. They were approached by SHIELD unprovoked, and unlawfully, and told they were going to be arrested. Where has the justice gone to? It certainly wasn't the good ole USA they were in. This was something different, and not for the better. They were in big trouble.
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Dugan shook his head and worked that stump of a cigar in his mouth; he didn't really care much whether these kids wanted to come with him or not. They were going and there wasn't much they could do about it no matter how much freak mutant stuff they threw at them. Fact is... they were one of four specially put-together teams specifically trained and equipped to deal with homo superior.

Dugan reached up and pushed back his derby in a typical cowboy fashion, “Go fuck myself?”

Shaking his head, he snorted derisively coming to a halt only a few feet from them with his hands still buried deep in his pockets. Appearing casual was a simple technique used to help settle high-strung, dangerous people down, and the company of skilled soldiers massaging their guns made sure these two high-strung little snot-nosed shits would listen to authority for once.

“You're what? Sixteen? Seventeen? Think you got it all figured out, don't you. The world's your oyster ready to be scooped up when you decide to actually get off your ass and do it. Mommy and daddy's got a truckload of money with your name on it, just sitting there growing till you turn eighteen... or are they bein really cruel and waiting till you turn twenty-five? Shame.”

“Then you hit the jackpot. Got yourself an extra set of genes that let you pick up your remote control without actually having to get up off your goddamn leather couch. Know all the answers and got talent comin out your ass to boot.”

He cut his eyes over to Bobby and then back to Julian, “Newsflash, kids. Neither one of you got a clue just how close to fallin off the map you really are. Homo superior is walkin a tightrope over a heapin pile of shit and you go and start moving cars around with your mind in broad daylight? What the hell're you boys thinkin?”

He nodded toward the onlookers peeking out of their doors and windows and whispering to each other from behind their hedges and white picket fences. “See those people? They're the ones who made it through everything Apocalypse dished out for them, and know what? They're scared. They're scared of mutants and don't think any one person should have the kind of powers some of you have. When one guy can orchestrate a near-successful attempt to destroy the world, people get scared.”

Then they go and see you pull crap like that. First thing they do is get scared again. They're sheep... cattle, and you know what livestock does when they're all holed up together and they get spooked bad enough? Whole thing turns into a goddamn meat grinder till there ain't nothin left. They don't care that you're tryin to save your puppy. They don't care that you just don't like drinking warm Dr. Pepper. They just see you doin weird stuff.”

“Now... you can see us as the bad guys, or you can see us as the good guys, but it don't really matter because whether you believe it or not, I'm one of the best friends you'll ever have.” He jerked his head at the men behind him, “Those boys... they're mainly for show. Lets the fine people of Port Washington see that we're taking their concerns seriously. They don't spook. Now... how about you do me, and more importantly yourselves and your people a favor.” He cut his eyes back to Bobby, “No charges... no bullshit. Just get on the damn chopper.”
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Julian gaped until he realised he was gaping, and then he gaped some more, still attempting to process the sheer absurdity of the situation they’d so unnervingly been dropkicked into. About halfway through Charlie Chaplin’s rant his wits started to collect themselves, and his mouth clicked shut into a silent snarl. Shock soured and curdled into a strange detached sensation that tingled at the tips of his fingers and pressed with jarring urgency at his sensibilities.

When Dugan finished, the silence hurt Julian’s ears, but for a moment he simply stood there. Stood, and stared. His lip twitched.

Julian’s nerve gave way like a soft thing twanging inside his chest.

“Don’t come at me pretending like you’ve got a fucking repository of all the knowledge in the universe rammed so far up your butt you could pull the goddamn formula for time travel out of your left freaking nostril, not when you don’t even know my real age. Your fancy spiel just now, was that supposed to have me sweating and sucking my thumb, hoping mommy and daddy come floating out of the sky to save me just like you and your pigs did in your puffed-up little showboat?

“So are you gonna start shooting at a telekinetic in the middle of a peaceful neighbourhood filled with kids and old folk who just wanna watch game shows and pick obsessive-compulsively at their precious gardens?”

His shoulders squared and his head snapped up, icy blue eyes flaring with cold fury and insult.

“And what, those people came through Apocalypse with a few broken roofs and bruises and stories to tell about how their friends and families struggled in the aftermath of a few unnatural disasters? Yeah? My friends are the ones who fought that bastard you son of a bitch. My friends died taking him down so you could be standing here right now talking to me like you’re the authority on all the pain-stricken struggles of humanity. They’re better than you. They’re better than all of these people put together, so fuck your derogatory mutant-hate tightrope bullshit. You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for us. None of you.”

Yeah, friends. Maybe he was an arrogant jackass with socially inept tendencies thanks to a pedigree upbringing and some serious problems with authority, but he had the decency to respect what they’d all been through. Who they’d lost. And maybe this ungrateful fucker just needed to get down on his knees and acknowledge exactly who had saved his worthless, pathetic ass and that of all these poor poor innocent baby humans he was jacking off to.

“You know what? This is your bluff.” He thrust a proud middle finger up at the soldier standing not two feet away from them, dressed like he didn’t realise they were a decade into the twenty-first century and acting more like Mafioso than militia.

“I just called it.”
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SCOTT SUMMERS CAMEO



Oh this was not good, this really wasn't good. When the lead SHEILD guy with the derby hat talked stopping a few from them. He prattled on and yakked about how his neighbors, the people who grew up around them and knew him, felt during Apocalypse. As he did he turned to look at his parents, to find his mother's eye full of concern for her son and friend. The iced mutant's parents shouldn't be seeing this, all those years they spent protecting him from the dangers of the world, bullies, gangs, drugs. Now it was reversed, he wanted to protect them from mutant prejudice. It was like all of what the Professor had taught was starting to come into focus.

It took something real like the situation they were in for it to come in clear. SHIELD showing up wasn't to show the people they were concerned with their fears. It was to show who had the bigger gun. And when cornered on the lawn near friends and family could get hurt, they had the upper hand. Son of a bitch. He remained uncharacteristically silence through the whole conversation. Especially when Julian talked about their end of the fight.

Those that fought, nearly lost their lives, their minds, their friends. A lot of people were lost. On both sides. But... Derby man made sense. They were two mutants against a SHIELD platoon. Serious damage would be done. Julian wouldn't be happy with going in quietly or with the SHIELD goons at all for that matter. After the telekinetic flipped SHIELD off Bobby cut in between their eye sights. Facing Julian he whispered, “Jules... We can't pick a fight here. People will get hurt. This sucks dude. I don't know what to do...” His whole took and overall look to his friend was apologetic.

If things were different, he'd opt for a fight. But with his family so close by. It'd kill the Iceman to get them hurt. Meanwhile, the reason why Bobby didn't see his dad gazing back at the two mutants with his brother was because he was hidden on a cell talking quietly to the person on the other end. The line on the other end rang, William Drake waited for the line to click.

The phone rang exactly twice before a terse voice picked up, "Xavier School for Gift Youngsters, how can I help you?" Scott's voice polite and business like.

Thank god it didn't take long for them to pick up the phone. In a hushed voice William replied, “Yes this is William Drake, is this the headmaster? Scott Summers?”

"This is Scott," he answered, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bobby and Julian had gone to visit the Drakes today. Had they not arrived? "Is everything all right, Mr. Drake? Did they boys get there safely?"

“Oh they got here all right. I don't think I can say the same about them leaving alright. Bobby and Julian were outside and next thing we know Madeline and me are lookin at a bunch of SHIELD people on my lawn.”

And that was the other shoe. Scott rubbed his forehead, tiredly, "Have you any more information than that? Are the boys being investigated, or arrested? What's going on, Mr. Drake? Calmly but thoroughly, please."

“The dog got out. I don't know the specifics, I think it's got something to do with them being mutants. The man leadin them, some guy in a derby hat, said they were under arrest. They have guns but aren't pointing it at the boys. Bobby's friend wasn't a fan of it, and my son's trying as hard as he can to keep a cool head. No charges were mentioned. If I had to guess I think one of the boys used their powers to get the dog.”

William sighed, “I don't blame them Mr. Summers. They're kids that should be allowed to use their powers at home in the very least. As much as my wife and me want to ignore Bobby being a mutant, I draw the line at arresting my son in his own home for something he was born with. I realize you can't get here fast enough to help them out. But this came out of no where, even for us. I don't know if they're taking the boys to jail or not, but if anyone can get them out better then us it's you lot at the school.” He didn't speak with disrespect or passive aggressiveness. Just concern for his son.

"Hold on a moment," Scott said, "Did Dugan," Since that was the only SHIELD agent Scott knew of who wore a derby, ", did he come into your house to witness either of the boys using their power?"

“I don't know if that's his name or not. Didn't catch it. He's got that derby and a mustache and smoking a cigar. Honestly Mr. Summers he could have seen something but I just don't know. They just... came out of nowhere. Almost makes you feel paranoid. Hence my lowered tone. I'd otherwise be shouting at those men on my lawn to get the hell off. I doubted that'd help much.”

Good lord, this man did not understand the concept of thorough, "Mr. Drake, I need more information before I can act on this, so please attempt to focus. Were the boys inside your house when SHIELD confronted them, or were they outside where anyone could have seen them use their powers? This is going to make a major impact on how I proceed."

“They were outside. It's possible someone saw them.” William hadn't been thorough because he didn't really understand what was happening. Taking a peek out the side window he managed to see Mrs. Simmons peering through her blinds chattering away on her phone just as he was. Of anyone on the block, she was the best gardener, sneakiest, and chatty neighbor of them all. “I think they were seen.”

"All right," Scott said, "Then if they used their powers outside in public, without consideration for the state of the world, SHIELD's coming down on them is not unexpected. We are under surveillance and both boys should be aware of it. Using their powers to retrieve a pet is not only unnecessary, but blatant, and with the world in the state that it is, it's also frankly stupid." He heaved a sigh, "Are they being arrested?"

“That's what the derby man said. 'You're under arrest'. Didn't look too happy about it either.”

"All right," Scott said, happy to have finally gotten to the main problem here, "Go out there, and tell Agent Dugan that I am going to be contacting SHIELD. Let the boys know that I am handling this, and to go with the agent quietly and calmly. If they kick up an issue, which I am certain Mr. Keller is doing, they are going to make matters worse. They need to go with Dugan and either I will meet them on the helicarrier, or arrange for them to be brought to the school. Do you have all that, Mr. Drake?"

“Crystal clear. Goodbye Mr. Summers” With that William Drake hung up the phone and headed towards the front lawn. Passing his wife he carried his tone to echo throughout the lawn, directed at the man Summers called Dugan. “Agent Dugan? Scott Summers will be contacting you.” Approaching the boys he put on hand on his son's shoulder. Taking a lower tone of voice he spoke to the boys.

“Mr. Summers says go quietly and calmly with them, he's gonna handle this. Don't kick up a fuss it'll make things worse. Your teacher will either meet you on the helicarrier or arrange for you two to go back to the school.” He paused to take a look at both of the young men. “It'll be alright. Just go with them... you'll be okay.”

First thought that went thought Bobby's head, “Oh crap.” He looked at Julian his eyes reflecting what he was going to do; turn himself in. Which blew.
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Kid was a snotty little piece of work, but when you cut past all the arrogance and the bullshit, he actually made a few good points, which was why Dugan found himself so reluctant to do his job of late. Fact was... this assignment smelled. All of SHIELD smelled, and its new director was the spilled milk under the bed.

SHIELD had been hit pretty hard by Apocalypse early on in his play. He'd wiped out every vehicle and defense grid they'd had at one time, enslaved several regiments, and killed even more – including Fury. Some old fart of a mutant had walked all over the most well-equipped organization in the world and yawned the whole time. If it hadn't been for Xavier's kids, Dugan would probably be in a mass grave somewhere and not arresting mutant kids for ridiculous reasons.

That's why he didn't act first. He wanted to give the kids a chance to make the right decision, because no matter how much of what Keller said was fact... no matter how big a part they played in the liberation of humanity to continue to eat cheeseburgers till they die of high cholesterol, fact was that he was still in the wrong, and he wasn't afraid of making sure Julain knew that. Fuck the affirmation... the kid's head was big enough.

“Kid... I'm not much of a gambler. Played the slots once... didn't take. I don't know how to bluff, and I'm not jokin. You're coming with me. That ain't the issue.”

He cut his eyes up at Drakes dad bursting through the front door... a new development.

“Only issue is whether you wanna volunteer or not. You don't, and you could be puttin a whole lot of people in danger.”

Dugan took a couple of steps back, giving Mr. Drake some space to speak to the kids. The man was a parent... as far as he was concerned, he'd earned that right. Looking over his shoulder, he checked his men to see that they were in exactly the same formation holding their positions like good little soldiers, making their commander proud.

Dum-dum looked back at the mutants and waited for Mr. Drake to finish. Once he appeared to be done, the SHIELD officer shrugged his shoulders and raised an eyebrow, “Well boys? What'll it be?”
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There came a point in Julian’s tirades when nothing anyone could say or do would make a damn bit of difference. Julian was at that personal hotspot right now, riding his adrenaline and all that infuriated insult, painfully aware that the entire neighbourhood was milling around gawking at them like a pond full of guppies just waiting to be fed. His lip curled in sheer disdain, disgusted at how entertaining they were finding it. No doubt they were all the kind of amoral freaks who liked to slow down on the Interstate and derive sordid pleasure from watching some unfortunate burning alive, trapped underneath a buckled chassis.

Bobby’s dad made a nice announcement, and Julian felt like flattening him against the wall of his own house, stomping on that ridiculous brick of a cellphone he was waving airily around like it was the holy motherfucking grail and the answer to all of life’s problems.

“Ohh, Summers says, so I guess we all hop on one leg and do the fucking tango.”

If they wanted him on that helicopter they were going to have to wrestle him to the ground, hogtie him, and strap him into a straight jacket fastened with some anti-telekinetic padlocks. Good luck. He was making it very obvious that he was prepared to do damage, break bones, grind a few faces into the gravel, make some pigs' wives very miserable.

Clearly Drake was on the other end of the spectrum, bowing out to the authorities, that dumbass sheepish look in his eyes that screamed surrender now, oh god surrender, like he was about to fall flat on the floor and start pleading for mercy.

“Bullshit. They’re not going to risk all these people. But y’know, run along with them if you really want.”

Julian’s feet lifted a couple of inches off the ground, his eyes not having left Dugan, pinning him in place with icy certitude. He was so wholly convicted by his statements of faith in the SHIELD contingent’s facade that the niggling issue of his own assertions also being bluffs seemed negligible by comparison.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. If you didn’t get it the first time then I marvel at how you managed to make it all the way to the top. I mean, maybe you sucked a few dicks, who knows?” Julian smiled a humourless smile. “Maybe it was the hat.”
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The faintest hint of a smile twitched underneath Dugan's mustache... one that escaped anyone else's notice. This was a serious situation that could result in the deaths of civilians and become a large public disaster thanks to the fact that this kid's parents didn't bend him over their knees enough.

Eyeing Julian almost as if he were bored, Dugan merely stood there as the kid's feet left the ground. Julian reiterated his claim that SHIELD was bluffing... that they'd never take action against the two of them with so many bystanders over such a trivial matter. He looked goddamn confident floating there in the air with his forcefield lining his promises of resistance with shimmery green.

With a resigned sigh, he cast a glance at Drake's dad, then Drake; he hated that they were caught in the crossfire going on between the telekinetic and him, but that's part of the price you pay for putting up for an arrogant little shit like Julian Keller. Dum-dum certainly wasn't going to put up with a coward who didn't mind talking all the smack he wanted behind a mutant shield that made him untouchable... especially when the kid went and insulted his hat.

Dugan shrugged, “Eh... suit yourself.”

A slight frequency shift suddenly rolled through the air as Dum-Dum Dugan powered up the small-scale null field generator he'd been fingering the entire time he'd kept his hands buried in his trench coat. The device's affect was nearly instantaneous, causing any mutant within twenty feet of the SHIELD officer to lose complete access of his or her abilities; Keller and Drake were no exception.

He stepped forward, coming within a couple of feet of the boys, “Last time I ask. Get in the goddamn chopper.
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Julian’s jaw hit the floor about the same time as his feet, unprepared for the sudden shift in energies and the nauseating tingle that scrabbled through his system as though his blood was gushing from an unseen wound. He stumbled and pitched forward, staggering unceremoniously, managing to stop himself crashing onto his knees, a breathy curse shooting from between his teeth.

Dread increasing in exponential acclimations, he snapped his arm out, reflexively trying to summon a telekinetic cascade that would have normally lifted Dumbass and thrown him into the line of stalwart soldiers. And nothing. Nothing. Not even a pathetic sputter. Julian stared horrified at his outstretched limb and refused to look at Dugan, or anyone else, his cheeks and neck starting to burn.

…Son of a fucking bitch. Shit, shit, shit…

He took a step backwards, suddenly feeling very cornered and very defenceless, stance the complete opposite of what it had been not two minutes ago, shoulders hitched into tight bunches. His previous words stuffed up in the back of his throat, and they stagnated there.

Dugan was amused at the spastic kid flailing and flopping about like a fish out of water, but there was no way in hell he was going to let Keller know that. Bobby... that kid seemed genuinely scared, which is the way it should be. SHIELD had the ability to sweep in there, null the whole goddamn school, and lock up Summers, Logan, Grey, and every other mutant holed up in that place. It was thanks to Fury's blood and sweat that they weren't all locked up in a camp somewhere and branded like cattle.

Brow furrowed as he took two steps forward, taking away the step of ground Julian had lost and coming within inches of the kid, towering over him as he scowled. “Wrong direction, boy,” he hicked a thumb over his shoulder, “Chopper's that way.”

Panic was something Julian had never before experienced, and like all new experiences, it was overwhelming. His lungs constricted and his eyebrows shot up towards his scalp, fists knotted and an expletive exploding out at Dugan in response to his damningly collected reiteration of those orders Julian had already defied. His certitude was swimming around his feet.

There were two options: run the fuck away, which frankly wasn’t, since Julian Keller didn’t run the fuck away from anyone, irregardless of guns and null fields… or fight. Well, yeah. Sure. With fucking what?

His undying arrogance and senseless pride won out.

Julian feinted right and threw his whole body into a punch.

Call it reflex from years of military training. Black Ops. Navy Seals. Green Berets. Black Flag. What happened next was almost completely out of Dugan's control as his body took over. He pivoted to his left, sidestepping the punch completely as his large right hand shot forward and grabbed the fist invading his personal space at the wrist. The SHIELD officer jerked the arm away from the rest of Keller's body as he slipped his left foot in front of the young man.

Placing his left hand on the boy's shoulder, Dugan used Julian's own momentum to keep moving him forward and trip over a military issue combat boot with the intention of sending the boy face first into the well-manicured lawn and keeping him there with an arm lock.

Limbs blurred and tangled and against the veteran Julian’s X-training was about as useless as a shit-flavoured lollipop. Breath shocked from his lungs as his ribcage was abruptly crushed against the lawn, Dugan’s weight slamming down onto his back, arm twisted painfully up against his spine. The felled teen ate a mouthful of dirt and spluttered and thrashed fruitlessly.

Muffled, Julian’s voice cut out from between finely manicured blades of grass in a series of infuriated incantations that resembled nothing in the English language. There were a few words that sounded vaguely familiar, parents and demoted and toilets being amongst them, but it seemed to be mostly just a string of garble. An attempt to twist out of the arm lock almost dislocated his shoulder and culminated with an agonised howl.

Bent over with one hand holding onto Julian's arm firmly and the other grasping and wrestling the other one, the look on Dugan's face made him appear to be filling out paperwork. Pinning both arms under one massive hand, Dugan reached under his belt and pulled out a pair of null cuffs, giving Drake a look that basically asked mutant why he was still standing there. “Thought I told you to get on the chopper.”

He looked back down and worked the set of cuffs on Keller's wrists. Once both snapped shut, a green light illuminated to show the officer that the restraints were working successfully. Dugan nodded and grabbed the boy by his belt and the back of his shirt and hoisted him off the lawn like a piece of luggage. He couldn't make out what Julian said, but he was pretty sure it wasn't anything nice.

“Mr Keller, you have the right to remain silent, and if you don't exercise that right, I'll see just how much of my hat you can eat.”
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