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nextgenerationmarvel2016-06-13 05:12 pm
poorgirlsarcee) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2016-06-13 05:12 pm
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Returning to a house that was never home.
Mira looked at the gate a moment. IT looked the same as the last day she had actually been on the property. Her parents' lawyers had finally tracked her down. She had agreed to go to the house only because she knew she had to deal with it. After all, the company had since moved from the location, though they kept the property for her, as was stated in their will.
Going through the gate she closed it after her, amazed that after all this time she still remembered the code to get in, and that it worked. Her bike stayed on the drive as she fished her pocket for the door key. She was fully expecting there to be graffiti on the walls when she opened the door, instead it was spotless.
"They must have sent someone to clean it up." She spoke to herself mostly. "Hello? Anyone here?"
With no answer she frowned almost wishing she had come in with her bike wrapped around her in armor mode, though that would have been a little overkill. A slow search of the house found she really was alone. Though she found her father's study, on the desk was a letter with her name on it. Her phone rang as she reached for the envelope.
"Mira here." She answered without checking to see who it was.
Going through the gate she closed it after her, amazed that after all this time she still remembered the code to get in, and that it worked. Her bike stayed on the drive as she fished her pocket for the door key. She was fully expecting there to be graffiti on the walls when she opened the door, instead it was spotless.
"They must have sent someone to clean it up." She spoke to herself mostly. "Hello? Anyone here?"
With no answer she frowned almost wishing she had come in with her bike wrapped around her in armor mode, though that would have been a little overkill. A slow search of the house found she really was alone. Though she found her father's study, on the desk was a letter with her name on it. Her phone rang as she reached for the envelope.
"Mira here." She answered without checking to see who it was.
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He certainly didn't move at super-speed, nor was there any of the damage that would be expected if he'd stepped off with increased strength. The distance simply seemed to not exist for a moment. He catches the offending arm at the wrist, holding it with menacing strength, but doing no harm for now.
"Let her go."
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"Hey, thought she was alone." The guy stammered actually feeling threatened by the man before him now.
Mira glared at the man. "Vincent, let him go. DK already alerted the cops." She heard the beeping from her wrist. "He says there's at least one other hostile though. The idiot has his cell phone on." She smirked a little, letting her eyes go ice cold as she looked at the man that had grabbed her. "You know you messed up right?"