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The party didn't seem to be anything remarkable. But that was just for now. I don't know who the genius was that timed it so well that the professor's head was heavily occupied with other things, but there was plenty of alcohol. I mean, Jean could've sold out the whole place, but what kind of teenager does that? So I knew in absentia that it was going to be VERY interesting in an hour or so. After all, a school full of drunk teenagers with superpowers is hardcore Disneyland.
-Are you ready? - Kurt asked, coming up behind Pierce and patting his friend on the shoulder.
-Of course. Is Ice Boy here? - Raine asked, peering out from behind the curtain at the stage built by one of the mutants in just over an hour.
-Robie's here. - Joyfully said Wagner pushing Pierce to start his performance.
-Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming. - Keeping up the momentum, Ryan headed for the microphone.
-I'd like your attention, please. There's a very talented guy who's going to be performing with our band. My guys and I have already had a chance to appreciate a couple of his songs and were delighted, I hope you can also get into the talent of the newcomer. - Said a 19-20 year old mutant of medium build with green hair colour. Now he was thinking about luring the newcomer into the group, completely ignoring Kurt's barely restrained laughter.
-Thank you for such a welcome introduction, shall we begin? - In response, Raine heard a rather lively roar from the crowd. To Pierce's surprise, there were about 70-80 people gathered at the party. This again confirmed Pierce's thoughts about the extremely low number of mutants who had returned to the world after Xavier's school.
First, I decided to cheer Robie up. I was starting to understand Scott a little bit, and that's not good. So, when the lights were nicely switched off in the hall and all the lights were left only on the stage, the band started to play Let It Go. By the middle of the song most of the audience understood to whom the message was addressed. And the ice boy also soon realised his connection with the music, but the expression on his face changed from sour to displeased. Where the hell did you see that when they made a song for you personally, you have to wiggle like that?
Summers, on the other hand, was glowing with happiness at Drake's displeasure. It seemed that the evening was already successful for him, but then the band started to play their second song. "One three dog night" was a pretty good blow to Summers' ego. And it seems that by showing off his "leadership" he pissed off a lot of people, otherwise it was impossible to understand the universal praise and even the unconcealed laughing of a couple of people from the crowd. Red as a cancer and ready right now to tear off his glasses and have a good look at the crowd Scott left the hall.
Well, the band and I decided to ignite the people with the song Hard Rock Hallelujah, originally postponed for the middle of the evening. The room was ecstatic, it seemed like I had found that perfect way to lure mutants into the cult. That's how many people went after Apocalypse? Only four. And one of them was morally destroyed by the death of his family, the second one lost his wings and drank his life away, and the third one was just a thieving girl. Only Psylocke followed him out of the prospect of becoming stronger. Now we could have said anything to this crowd of already well-fed men. And dozens would have followed us. I'll have to write down that pathos and biscuits are good, but with the right song, recruiting is even better.
I left the place so colourful on special effects only after a couple of hours. I sang dancing in the moonlight. And to the applause of the already thinning crowd, I went to bed.
A normal person's morning starts with a coffee or at least a sandwich, but I seemed to be special, because my morning started with the noise of something heavy falling outside the window, and then ten minutes later with a woman's scream. Pulling back the curtains and looking out the window, I caught a rather strange scene. Angel was lying downstairs, shaking his head, and some girl was fluttering around him, beating him with a stick.As the situation was very interesting to me I quickly got dressed and opened the window and jumped down, having partially changed the internal structure of my legs, but nobody noticed it under my jeans. When I landed, I began to look at the situation in more detail, and given the smarmy face of the angel, he could be the guilty party here and now received a deserved punishment. But looking closely I found the target of the girl's blows and realised that I was thirty percent to blame for the situation. During my last stay here I had appreciated VERY positively the singing skills of the local birds that love to gather under the windows and shout at 5-6 in the morning. So, when I was put in the same room again, I took out a combat mini-turret that I had brought with me in my bag. This little thing weighs only a couple of kilos and is no bigger than a regular radio. When I was going to bed last night, I remembered about those nasty feathered creatures and set the turret in silent lethal mode with electric shells. That's what it was supposed to be for the birds, but it didn't seem to be lethal for Angel. In general, since the turret was crammed not the AI skynet, the internal algorithm conducted a light logic chain before the shot. Got wings? Yes. Can it fly? Flying. Shoot it down!
Distracted from thinking, I noticed that Angel stopped shaking, it seems that the energy in the shells ran out. And while the girl prescribed a couple more blows to the guy purely on automatic, I decided to scramble back to my place and get away from the sin of his development, or who the hell knows who else is flying around.
Now, having already cleaned myself up properly, I went to a very valuable student. You'd think he'd be some kind of very powerful mutant, wouldn't you? But no, the guy's mutation fell into the 8-10% of the marriage, which includes useless and even harmful transformations. The guy took almost everything he could from a bird. When I say almost everything I mean the hollow bones, which make the guy lightweight and agile, but also VERY fragile and several times easier to injure than any other human. His arms have grown feathers and changed their proportions to longer and skinnier. His fingers have lengthened and fused together, so that he now has only three fingers on each limb. Well, and his face... imagine the eyes in a severe bulge and the leathery beak... simply put the kid's life ended the morning of his transformation. Most people would have gone straight to the noose... although I think he was going to do the same until a kindly wheelchairman came along and gave him a gentle ride on the brain and put such thoughts away. Now Barnell Bohuskey is an outcast in the school of mutants and all his free time spends for experiments. As you can understand the purpose of such a mutant, maybe only one, he desperately wants to return to his normal appearance. And given the way Hank talks about the kid's skills, he's a young genius. And I know I've got an 80% chance of giving the guy a normal look and getting him back.
-Hey, kid, we need to talk. - Said Pierce as he walked through the ajar door of the mutant's personal lab.
-Who are you? - A little nervous asked the guy, squirming in his chair.
-Rain Pierce, let's meet Barnell. - Said Ryan smiling radiantly and extending his hand to the teenager.
-What do you want to talk about? - Shaking his hand and surprised at the complete lack of animosity on Pierce's face asked Bohuskay.
-I've recently started a company and am looking for young talent. And Professor McCoy has been giving you a lot of praise. So I thought I couldn't miss out on such a valuable asset while I'm here. - Raine replied, looking around the room, which was littered with a pile of blackboards filled with formulae.
-And I think I have an extremely tempting offer for you. I'm pretty good at genetic engineering myself, and I've done a couple of experiments recently and was able to find a way to give an 80% chance of returning those who have undergone an unsuccessful evolution of human form. - Said Raine watching the frozen guy.
-Emm... are you okay? - Pierce asked, running his hand in front of the mutant's glassy gaze.
-I-I get it, you were just put up to the joke, right? - The boy returned his gaze to meaningfulness.
-Yeah, they did. - Said Ryan pulling out of his rucksack a printed 50-page employee contract.
-The fun part of the prank was paying 20 cents for each page. I realised with each sheet where the school got the money for the invisible plane. - The young millionaire and heir to Pierce Sr.'s billion-dollar fortune spoke with pain in his eyes.
-Read it and then decide if you're willing to take the risk. Because the remaining 20 per cent may not have any effect and may only worsen your situation. - Said Ryan with a serious face.
-H-good. - Still not believing in what was happening said the guy.
After two hours of intense reading of the contract by the teenager and Pierce's extreme level of bullshit, the contract was signed and Barnell was waiting for some cool device or a trip to the company's mega-lab.
-Pay. - Said Pierce, holding out a flask of colourless liquid to the boy.
-This is it? - Staring fanatically at the liquid, the guy asked.-No, but you'll still have to drink it. - Said Ryan.
-And what's next- -Barnell couldn't finish the question.
-And then it's my job. - Said Ryan, checking the area for alien presence and cameras. After making sure that there were no problems, Pierce made a full transformation and bit the guy's shoulder, hovering in that position for a couple of minutes, letting the saliva get into the guy's wounds as much as possible.
-There's nothing left to do but wait. - After spitting up the remains of Bohuskeye's meat and blood, Rain waited for the results.
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In the conference room of the new Helicarrier, launched just a month ago, an important meeting was taking place about a new candidate for the Avengers project.
-The guy's still young and pretty hot. - Said Fury suppressing the irritation building up inside. Not so long ago he'd had to fend off the attacks of these bigwigs to get Stark on board, and now he was on the other side of the fence trying to keep such an uncontrollable personality from joining the project. Only this time he has almost no logical arguments. If, considering Tony's case, one could find a hundred reasons to refuse the rambunctious billionaire, and in defence bring Abadai and Expo, then Pierce's personal case simply shone. Perfect grades, full completion of the operative agent course with the best feedback from the instructors and additional training in scientific specialisation. After no failed missions with Strike and also a positive recommendation from Rumlow. Aside from Barton, Pierce seems to be the best candidate for a project full of unaccountable personalities.
-According to the data we read from the dossier, the guy has deviated from the pre-arranged plan only twice during his entire service, and both times the mission was completed positively. - Said a man's voice from one of the screens.
-What will people say when they realise you're sending a child to fight. - I tried to press with the last argument that was still effective.
-You said the director will only use the team if there's a level 10 or 11 threat like Thor. -And I think the press is gonna be all over this. And I think the press will have a lot more questions for the green monster responsible for the destruction in Queens than they will for a teenager whose real age can't be determined without lab tests and school records. - The only woman in the AMP retaliated and pushed back.
-I propose we start voting for the inclusion of Ryan Pierce in the Avengers project. - Said Alexander Pierce, who appeared behind Nicholas, holding back his smile.
The shadows on the screens alternately said FOR and AGAINST and at the end Raina's candidacy received six of the eight votes. At the disgruntled look in Fury's eye, Raine Pierce was officially included in the Avengers project.
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