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wally kirezi ; magneto (magnetes) wrote in crossover,
@ 2008-11-21 17:04:00

Entry tags:

magneto, quicksilver

Who: Wally (Magneto) and Matthew (Quicksilver)
What: Battle!
When: Tonight, 6PM
Where: Astoria Energy LLC
Rating: PG-13 - R for Language and possible violence

"You need somethin', pal?"

Wally gripped the cool metal gates that stood in his way. Beyond him, rising up against the brilliant New York skyline, a power plant squatted, unattractive and foreboding. One of many that had risen up around New York. Unremarkable in every way - and yet, here he was. His head pounding and his heart racing; Wally only knew that whatever force had been torturing him for this past week, it lay beyond these gates.

"Hey! Wack-job! Wanna move it along?"

The security guard, a fat, red-faced old man, knocked his flashlight against the gate. The reverberations jarred Wally out of his day-dreaming, bringing him back to the reality of the gate and the old man. The gate, at least, was easy.

Or..

"No drugs back here, pal!" The guard stepped back, reaching for his radio, "And those gates are ell-ek-tron-ick! They can't-"

Wally closed his eyes, shutting out the old man's babbling, and clenched his fingers around the bars of the gate. Spread the tendrils of his power into the gate, feeling it begin to vibrate as he exerted more and more pressure. Gates were all the same, all they needed was one push and-

"What the hell?!"

The gates rolled open by an inch and Wally, using his own strength now, pulled one side open far enough for him to slip through the gap. Then Wally was striding past the stammering guard; the old man wilting when Wally glanced in his direction.

Once he was gone, the guard started yammering into his radio. It took him a full five minutes to realize that it just wouldn't work.

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highspeed
2008-11-21 11:57 am UTC (link)

The dreams had only been getting worse and worse. Matthew had, at first, believed them just to be his mind reacting to the stress of Magneto's introduction to the community. But the longer they went on, the more he became certain that it was a message. In his dreams, Matthew saw Pietro's memories. He was in Quicksilver's clothes, fighting Quicksilver's battles. He saw Wanda suffering at his hands, his father falling before his fists, and little Luna crying for him. It had made him, normally not the most friendly of people, exponentially more surly during the waking hours. At work, Matthew was avoided even more than usual, his coworkers fearing he would explode at them for any minor trespass. And the few friends he had had learned only after a few days to give him space to get through his funk.

Matthew was alone, suffering quiet exhaustion through days that blended into one another. He wasn't sure what day of the week it was and he didn't care enough to check.

Thursday night's dream had been the most jarring because unlike the rest, it'd been set in the real world. Matthew hadn't realized it until the very end of the dream, but he'd been watching Wanda lose control of herself in the middle of a very familiar power plant. It was only a few blocks away from his home, Astoria Energy LLC. He passed it whenever he went out for a jog. It'd never before held any interest. Now, Matthew couldn't stop thinking about it.

Slightly delirious from lack of sleep and more than a little restless to make the dreams stop, Matthew went there at closing time, not even calling into work to make sure they could find someone to replace him for the night. He'd be in trouble tomorrow, but he didn't really care.

It didn't take him very long to run from his house to the plant. And though there were gates and fences to keep the curious out, Matthew was feeling reckless enough to move around them. The first fence was a simple chain-link and he hopped it with little effort. The next was supposed to be electric, but after the fastest little test, he found the electric field was down. This was strange, but not enough to give him pause. With the aid of his powers, he jimmied one open and made his way inside. His mind was too busy thinking about Wanda to concern itself with questions about why the power in the plant was out. Maybe, Matthew hoped, Wanda was hiding here and the dreams had been her own way of calling for help. It was a desperate wish, but Matthew wanted to see his sister more than anything else. The lack of sleep had him hoping more than he normally would.

It was late enough that most workers were gone and the area itself was often desolate. Matthew walked with a purpose, eyes narrow, as he tried to retrace the steps he'd taken in his dream. Wanda would be the end result, he told himself. He almost believed it.