Re: Working her Way home... (Blindfold too!)
"Ghosts it is. Already on our way," Wisdom replied. "Good job, team. Bloody good job," he repeated, shutting off the comm, all the tension and the nervous energy of the flight turning into a mild euphoria. He deftly ignored the fact that the catharsis of killing those mutant-hating bastards had a little something to do with said euphoria. He grabbed the nearest Jamie, he was fairly sure it was Prime, and squeezed his shoulder, then kissed his cheek. "We did it, luv. Thank you for having my back," he said, not skimping on the praise.
Soon they were all aboard the Blackbird and heading home to the Haven. "Auto-pilot engaged," Pete told Jamie, standing up and ruffling his hair affectionately. He was obviously happy, for once. "You have the controls," he told the other man, before making his way to the back.
His happiness faded by inches the closer he got to Ororo. Her beautiful hair, gone. They had done things to her, she was in pain, and suddenly Pete wanted to go back and kill those five bleeding bastards all over again. He knelt in front of the woman, trying to catch her gaze. "Hey. You're all right?" He didn't even dare touch her, because who knew what kind of tortures they had put her through. He couldn't help but think back on all that he was made to suffer before he was tossed like so much trash in front of the Haven gate by people who had been his colleagues for years. He supposed it was because of that fact that they hadn't outright killed him, so that was something. But it was one thing knowing what he had been through, and another to think of anyone else going through it, especially someone he cared about.