I sold my soul to the open road. Characters: Cassie, Billy, Teddy Setting: Avengers Tower Content: Nothing bad Summary: The former Young Avengers discuss what to do about their escaped convict teammate.
The latest breakout by Tommy Shepherd was yet another blow to her confidence in Speed when Cassie heard about it. Still, it couldn't top freeing Brotherhood members and killing innocents and being a terrorist. She'd never known him really well, but she'd trusted him. It was just one betrayal after another and the worst part was that Cassie wasn't even particularly surprised. He'd always seemed sort of morally ambiguous in the first place, and when she'd found him in this universe Tommy was so sure of Magneto. She wouldn't put it past Tommy to have been spying for the man. Besides, wasn't Magneto "technically" his grandfather? Cassie could understand that need for acceptance and family, even if she couldn't condone the consequences in this case. So really, the escape was just another small insult to all the other injury and the news hardly fazed her. It was the note, however, that she just didn't know what to do about.
Early this morning she got a call from the diner saying someone had left a note for her a few days before and it had been lost on the back desk but Edna- back at work finally- found it and called her up. Curious, Cassie went to get it only to find it was a few words scrawled in familiar messy handwriting. Speed's handwriting. It read simply I've been framed. On the run. Well, that was something. He was still sticking to the framing story and even went so far as to leave his friends a note. It made Cassie uneasy. If he was a terrorist with Magneto and Genosha to fall back on, why would he keep up this charade and try to contact his old teammates? It wasn't something she really wanted to deal with on her own so she called Billy and Teddy and invited them over to the Tower to talk things over. Now, here they were, seated in the common room as she paced back and forth waving the note while she explained where it had come from and how she'd received it and asked, "So, what do we do?"