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Continuation from previous chapter, Pelham house,
Amy stood, arms crossed, in front of the Pelham family. "Crystal and Eric can join Starlight as probationary members, but there's more to this if you really want my trust back," she stated firmly, not willing to just let the family back in.
She wasn't that trusting.
Not anymore.
Not after not a single one of them defended her from Carol. Granted, she gave as good as she got, but they should have stepped in. If they cared.
For them to care now, that Amy has a well funded hero team with a swanky headquarters? While New Wave is practically defunct? It just reeks of opportunism.
Vicky's eyes widened, glancing at her sister. "Ames..." She seemed unsure of what she wanted herself, but Amy knew she also longed for her family back.
There'd been enough tears since they left to make that point obvious. Probably the only reason she was considering it at all.
"No, Vicky, this needs to be said." Amy continued, her voice steady. "The adults in New Wave need to dissolve the team publicly and apologize for what Carol did - publicly. Her actions broke this family and hurt me, and more importantly you, deeply. Until that happens, I'm not making any promises."
Crystal and Eric had an excuse, however minor, it wasn't their job to go against Carol, she hadn't appreciated their silence, but she'd understood it. They'd get to join as probationary members if they wanted.
…She'd kind of missed the two idiots anyway.
Aunt Sarah looked stricken. "Amy, that's... Asking a lot. An apology from Carol would be volatile and could make a family reunification impossible."
Amy met her gaze evenly. "You want to earn back my trust? This is the price. I need to know that you understand the gravity of what happened and are willing to make it right. If that's too much, then we have nothing more to discuss." She made a dismissive gesture, "I know Carol won't apologize, so you apologizing for her, will do. As long as it's public."
It would make the media firestorm around her even worse, but she could deal - because it would bury Carol. She wouldn't be able to be a hero anymore, not unless she joined the Protectorate, her family all leaving her for Amy. It was a delicious bit of revenge.
Uncle Neil stepped forward, his expression conflicted. "Amy, we understand your pain, but Carol... She's still family. Publicly shaming her could destroy any chance we have of healing."
Amy scoffed, and she remained resolute. "I get that it's hard. But without real accountability, there's no foundation for trust. I'm not asking for a public execution, just an acknowledgment of the damage done and a commitment to making things right - if you can't do even that, I don't know why we're even still here."
Eric, looking troubled, asked, "What exactly do you mean by a public apology? Like, a press conference?" He asked.
Amy nodded. "Yes, something public and official. Not just a quiet apology behind closed doors. It needs to be clear to everyone that they understand their mistakes and are willing to make amends." And that Carol gets dumped with the blame and loses everything…
Crystal chimed in, "But why does it have to be public? Can't we work this out within the family first?"
Amy shook her head, her countenance stern. "The damage was public, Crystal. Everyone knows now how Carol treated me - or at least suspect due to the emancipation. A private apology won't undo the public humiliation and the loss of trust from the community."
She was pulling crap out of her ass. The real reason was she wanted Carol absolutely humiliated and dumped by her own family. Kind of similar to what Carol had always wanted her end to be like.
Aunt Sarah sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "Amy, this is... A lot. I agree that an apology is necessary, but a public one might make things worse."
Amy's eyes hardened. "You say that because you're worried about the fallout. I'm worried about healing and moving forward. If you can't admit her wrongs publicly, or if you can't admit you messed up, then how can I trust any of you to stand by me in the future?"
Uncle Neil nodded slowly, seeing the determination in Amy's eyes. "What if we found a compromise? Maybe a public statement from New Wave, acknowledging the mistakes and disbanding the team, without directly shaming Carol?"
Amy considered this, her expression thoughtful. "That might work, but it needs to be sincere and clear. No dancing around the issue."
She could make it work, a post or two on PHO and everyone would still focus on Carol as the blame for the split.
Aunt Sarah looked hopeful. "We could do that. A statement that acknowledges the mistakes and takes responsibility. And we can work on rebuilding trust within the family, starting with more private, heartfelt apologies."
Amy sighed, feeling some of the tension easing. "Fine. I'm open to suggestions, but it needs to be something significant. Words are easy - actions matter."
Vicky put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Ames, maybe we can find a middle ground. Something that shows their sincerity without completely destroying Mo-Carol." She pleaded, her blue eyes filling her vision and breaking her resolve.
Eric asked hesitantly, "So, what happens if Carol refuses? What if she doesn't agree to this?"
Amy's eyes flashed with distaste. "Then nothing changes for her. I'll keep my distance from her no matter what. We'll handle our own problems without New Wave's involvement unless you all step up to the plate. This is about more than just me. It's about setting things right."
Crystal looked at Amy, her eyes pleading. "We want to help, Amy. We want to make things right. Please, give us a chance to prove it."
Vicky flew over to hug her, and Crystal barely held back tears as she did, Eric being roped into it and not looking half as reluctant as he used to.
Amy managed a small smile at the sight, even as she didn't move to join them. "Okay. I'll wait to hear from you. But don't take too long, we have work to do, I'm running a team right now." She warned.
Another reason to make them do this. Get them used to the fact they're subordinates now, not the leaders of a team. It would be interesting to see if they could pressure Carol into saying anything, but either way, as long as they did, it worked for her.
Her team would be even stronger, and Carol would be on her own. Well… Her and Mark, but he hardly counted at this point.
Uncle Neil stepped forward again, his expression serious. "We will discuss this as a family and come back with a proposal. But please, understand that we are trying, Amy. We want to make things right."
Amy nodded, a small spark of hope flickering in her chest. Despite everything she had cared for them, just not Carol. "Alright. I'll wait to hear from you. But remember, I'm not going to be able to trust you easily, so you'll have to prove to me you're actually serious."
As she was stepping out the door, she turned one last time, addressing Crystal and Eric, "Show up at headquarters this weekend, we'll get you suited up, no matter what happens, you two can still join, at least on probation starting out."
As they left, Vicky squeezed Amy's hand, a thankful expression on her face. "You did great, Ames. This is a start."
Amy managed a small smile. "I hope so, Vicky. I really do."
The Pelhams watched them go, a mix of determination and concern on their faces. They had a lot to discuss, and the path to redemption wouldn't be easy. But for the first time in a long while, there was a glimmer of hope that they could heal the wounds and become a family again.
None of them paid much thought to how they all easily fell in and listened to the commands of a teenager.
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The next day,
Amy stood at the entrance of Starlight headquarters, her arms crossed and her expression icy. Aunt Sarah approached cautiously, her face etched with worry and exhaustion.
There hadn't been any word publicly yet, not that she'd expected it so soon, but already her aunt was here. She expected she'd talked to Carol and was now here to beg for new conditions.
She was not in a good mood.
Twice she'd had to get up because the building alarms went off, some punk Nazi trying to spray paint their building both times.
If she'd actually managed to catch them before they ran away, she'd turn the bastard black!
"Amy, I need to talk to you and Vicky. It's urgent," Aunt Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly. She had her uniform on, and it was sweaty and soot stained.
Amy's eyes narrowed. "You haven't done what you needed to do yet. You can't come in." She eyed her aunt who looked like she'd been working all night, did Carol get to you during patrol? Already changing your mind?
"Amy, please," Sarah pleaded, looking desperate. "This is important. You need to hear this from me."
Vicky, who had been nearby, approached the doorway. "What's going on, Aunt Sarah?" She asked, sounding concerned.
Sarah took a deep breath. "We need privacy. This news is... It's horrible. You need to hear it from me first."
Amy hesitated, her distrust clear. But Vicky placed a hand on her shoulder, gently urging her to let their aunt speak. "Ames, let's hear her out."
With a reluctant nod, Amy stepped aside, allowing Sarah to enter. They led her to a private room, closing the door behind them.
"What's so urgent?" Amy demanded, her tone still sharp. I swear to god if this is about Carol I'm giving Sarah warts in ALL the places…
Sarah's eyes filled with tears as she struggled to find the words. "It's... It's about your friends, Vicky. And some of the nurses you worked with, Amy. They've been... They're gone."
Vicky's face paled. "What do you mean, gone?" She demanded, so shocked she stopped floating a few inches in the air, her feet hitting the floor.
Now that she didn't live under the rules of Carol Dallon anymore, she tended to fly everywhere. Well, more than she was before even.
"Empire 88," Sarah said, her voice breaking slightly. "We suspect they've gone after and killed all of Vicky's school friends and several nurses Amy had gotten along with - and their families." She rubbed her face wearily, "The police contacted us a while ago during the night, warning us due to the… Connection, all the victims have."
Amy felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under her. "What? No, that can't be right. Why would they...?" We've barely even kept up with school, let alone the people there!? Why would they… She realized it immediately, I embarrassed them…
This is about her making Kaiser look like a fool.
"No one saw anything," Sarah continued, her voice heavy with grief. "But it's suspected to be them. Unfortunately, it's a common Brockton Bay problem. They left no evidence, no witnesses."
They all knew that was impossible, someone must have seen something, but it was also true that people in Brockton Bay knew better than to talk.
Vicky collapsed into a nearby chair, her eyes wide with shock and horror, tears beginning to run down her face. "No... Not them. Not my friends."
Amy clenched her fists, her heart pounding in her chest, she wanted to go comfort Vicky, but she felt this was her fault in a way, and she couldn't stop the words from flowing, "This can't be happening. They were innocent, they had nothing to do with this!" She raged.
Aunt Sarah reached out, trying to comfort them. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else. The authorities are doing everything they can, but..."
"But what?" Amy snapped, holding back tears. "But there's nothing they can do? Is that what you're going to say?" Goddammit, fuck, FUCK! I'm going to kill them, they're dead!
Vicky buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "This is my fault. They targeted them because of me."
Amy moved to her sister's side, pulling her into a tight embrace - she couldn't let her think that. "No, Vicky. This isn't your fault. It's theirs. They did this. And they will pay for it." The last came out as a growl, as she envisioned Kaiser shitting his lungs out.
It might take some work, but she'd find a way to get that done. Exactly like that too. It was his fault, and hers. Not Vicky's.
Sarah wiped her eyes, struggling to remain composed. "We'll do whatever it takes to bring them to justice, girls. But right now, you need to be careful. They might target you next, we've already made sure to up our own defenses."
Unfortunately they did already have experience with being under threat from Empire 88 members with no brains and too much guts.
Amy's expression hardened. "Let them try. We're not going to hide. We're going to fight back."
Vicky looked up, her eyes red and filled with determination. "Yes… We're going to make them pay for this." She swore, hatred in her voice.
Aunt Sarah nodded, her resolve strengthening. "We'll stand by you. All of us. But please, be careful. We can't lose you too, don't take the fight to them, not until we're a full team again." She pleaded.
Likely knowing saying no would he totally useless.
"No promises." Amy snarled, but seeing the teary eyes of both her sister and aunt, she deflated slightly, "But I suppose it can't hurt to wait just a little bit."
Aunt Sarah smiled tremulously, "Thank you, Amy."
"... Thank you for coming to tell us, Aunt Sarah." Amy said, sighing, opening up an arm, Sarah joining her in comforting Vicky, who was breaking down again.
This was personal, they couldn't touch them right now, so they went after innocents.
Amy wouldn't let that stand.
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Later that morning, PRT Headquarters.
Legend touched down lightly on the pavement outside PRT headquarters, his feet barely making a sound. Despite the early hour, the building buzzed with activity, a testament to the urgency of the situation. He straightened his blue and white costume, smoothing the wrinkles, before striding confidently toward the entrance. His presence exuded an aura of calm authority, a stark contrast to the palpable tension inside the building.
It would be one of the benefits of his presence, calming down that tension. Whether it was a situation they could handle or not, Legend knew having one of the Triumvirate present settled down the rank and file.
As he walked in, he was greeted by a flurry of salutes and hurried whispers. Staff members quickly stepped aside, making a clear path for him. He acknowledged them with a nod and a reassuring smile, but didn't break his stride. He had a job to do, and time was of the essence. In his experience, these kinds of negotiations couldn't be put on hold for too long, or the villain would get… Ideas.
Director Piggot was waiting in a conference room adjacent to her office, and he easily made his way there without an escort, finding her, along with Armsmaster and Miss Militia waiting for him. The room was stark and utilitarian, dominated by a large table cluttered with maps, reports, and surveillance photos. Piggot looked up as he entered, her expression a mixture of relief and frustration. Armsmaster stood to the side, his face as impassive as ever, while Miss Militia offered him a tired but grateful smile.
He offered her a quick smile back, before he turned serious and faced Director Piggot, a hard woman caught in a hard situation.
"Legend," Piggot greeted curtly, not rising from her seat. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."
Legend nodded, taking a seat at the head of the table. "No problem, Director. I'm here to help. What's the latest update on our new friend?" He said calmly, turning wry at the end.
Piggot's lips tightened at the term 'friend' but she launched into her report without comment. "The situation remains stable for now. The growth hasn't spread beyond the trainyards and the boat graveyard, but the potential for expansion remains a significant concern. We've been monitoring the area closely, and there's been no further activity from Poison Ivy herself."
Good news, he thought, even as he felt a bit of chagrin about this whole situation. If only he hadn't prioritized Ravager in New York, perhaps this all wouldn't have happened. He firmly shut the door on that thought right after, there was no use in it, not now, second guesses could wait until the crisis was over.
Armsmaster stepped forward, activating a holographic display that projected a detailed map of Brockton Bay, highlighting the affected areas. "We've confirmed that the plants are not spreading, but we can't be sure if that's a deliberate choice or a limitation of her power. Our primary concern is the potential for a sudden escalation."
Legend studied the map, noting the dense green overlay that marked the new forest. "And what's her stated goal? Has she made any demands or attempts at communication?" He asked, curious.
With what she's done in a short time, he could understand why Armsmaster looked even more severe than usually, Brockton Bay could not stop an expansion, not without heavy outside assistance.
Miss Militia shook her head at Legend's query. "No demands, no threats. She posted on the Parahumans Online forums claiming responsibility, but aside from that, she's been silent. Our intelligence suggests she's lying low, consolidating her control over the area."
Armsmaster looked disgusted, muttering mostly to himself, but they all heard him, "Our intelligence is rumors on PHO…"
Miss Militia sent him a stern look, but didn't say anything to gainsay him.
Legend leaned back in his chair, considering. "So, we have a powerful new player with unknown motives and capabilities, who's taken over a significant part of the city but hasn't yet made a hostile move. That leaves us with two options - treat her as a potential ally or a threat."
It wouldn't be the first time they made some under the table deals with a villain. Unfortunately that was a fairly large part of the status quo in America. The Elite came to mind.
Piggot's expression darkened. "Given her actions and the potential danger she represents, I'm inclined to treat her as a threat until proven otherwise." Or no matter what. He intuited from her expression and tone.
With her history it wasn't exactly surprising, but it was also the main reason why he was here to negotiate. Rebecca knew Piggot would never be able to hold back her hate in this situation.
Legend held up a hand, empathetic to her experiences, but unwilling to let them control the path going forward. "I understand your concerns, Director, but we need to approach this carefully and that's what the Chief Director has tasked me with. If she's willing to negotiate, we might be able to avoid unnecessary conflict and even gain a powerful ally. I'll make contact and assess her intentions. If she shows any sign of aggression, we'll respond accordingly."
Armsmaster frowned. "You're putting a lot of faith in someone who's already caused significant disruption. We can't afford to be naive." He warned, "An ability capable of what she's done could very well prove dangerous even to you."
Legend met his gaze steadily. "I'm not being naive, Armsmaster. I'm being cautious. There's a difference. We're dealing with a situation that requires more than brute force. We need to be smart about this, if we set her off needlessly when we didn't have to, by being too suspicious and antagonistic, we could face the possibility of quarantining this city."
That was a last resort, but just based on what she'd already done, they certainly weren't keeping it off the table. They couldn't allow her to spread out of Brockton Bay.
Piggot sighed, rubbing her temples. "Very well. We'll support your approach, Legend, but be prepared for the worst. We'll have backup ready if things go south - we can not allow it to progress to a quarantine, we'll stand ready to take her down if all else fails."
Legend nodded, standing up. "Understood. I'll head to the trainyards and see if I can get her a message to see if she'll consent to a meeting. Hopefully, we can resolve this peacefully."
As he turned to leave, Miss Militia stepped forward, gaze worried. "Be careful, Legend. We don't know what she's capable of."
He gave her a reassuring smile. "I always am. Keep the line open. I'll report back as soon as I have something."
With that, he left the conference room, the weight of the city's hopes and fears resting on his shoulders - something he was unfortunately used to. He took to the sky once more, heading toward the border of the green anomaly.
Legend soared high above Brockton Bay, the cool morning air rushing past him as he surveyed the city below. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden light over the urban landscape, but the beauty of the dawn was marred by the sight of the encroaching forest that now dominated large swaths of the city.
Not that it was aesthetically displeasing, he thought. Legend had been to Brockton Bay before, and it honestly looked better like this. It wasn't the beautiful exterior that rankled, it was the undeniable threat that it signified that marred the city. Brockton Bay of all cities did not need this.
From his vantage point, the transformation was stark and striking. What had once been an industrial wasteland of trainyards and rusting docks was now a lush, green expanse, teeming with life. The dense foliage seemed almost alien in its vibrancy, a surreal juxtaposition against the grey and brown remnants of the city's infrastructure.
The trainyards were the most dramatic example of this change. The tracks and railcars were transformed completely beneath a thick carpet of greenery. Trees that must have grown at an impossible rate towered over the landscape, their branches intertwining to form a canopy that blotted out the sky. At the heart of this new forest stood a massive tree, its trunk as wide as a city block and its crown stretching high above the skyline. It was a marvel of natural engineering, its bark a deep, rich brown that glistened with dew. This world tree cast an enormous shadow over Brockton Bay, a constant reminder of the power wielded by the one who had summoned it into existence.
There was a reason they were negotiating, the power to do something like this… They didn't want to have to fight this. Fight her. And there were some who spoke of the utility expansive natural growth might have against the Endbringers, to slow them down, constrict them.
He had fought them enough to remain skeptical that wood and plants would do anything. But there was always a chance there was something special about them.
The docks, too, had undergone a radical change. Where once there had been rows of abandoned, rusting boats and decaying piers, now there was a vibrant wetland, teeming with life. Reeds and water lilies thrived in the shallows, while vines and creepers draped themselves over the remnants of the boats, turning them into curious sculptures of plant life - the metal completely subsumed from what he could tell. Birds flitted through the air, and small animals could be seen darting through the undergrowth, reclaiming the space that had long been abandoned by humanity.
That metal devouring ability was the main reason why the order to quarantine Brockton Bay was just waiting on word from him. If the negotiations went poorly..
Well, he was positive they could come to an arrangement. She'd stopped with just the derelict and mostly uninhabited parts of town, that already showed a measure of constraint.
Legend couldn't help but marvel at the sight either way as he hung in the air. It was both beautiful and terrifying, a testament to the raw, untamed power of nature harnessed by a single individual. The sheer scale of the transformation was unprecedented, and it spoke volumes about the capabilities of Poison Ivy. She had reshaped the city with the ease of an artist painting a canvas, and in doing so, she had sent a clear message - she was not to be underestimated.
And it had succeeded, why else was he here? A member of the Triumvirate here to negotiate and sound her out. Both for her intentions here, and for her willingness to assist with Endbringers, before making a decision on what to do. Make a deal? Try to capture/kill her? Or write off the city…
As he flew over the city, Legend's mind raced with those questions. What were Ivy's intentions? Was this an act of reclamation, a statement against industrial decay like the comic book she took her name from, or something more sinister? The lack of aggression so far suggested a certain restraint, but the potential for destruction was undeniable. If she chose to, she could bring the city to its knees with little effort. It was a sobering thought, one that weighed heavily on him as he approached the borders of this green revolution.
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Legend descended slowly, the towering world tree growing larger and more imposing with each passing second. He could see the intricate network of roots that spread out from its base, weaving through the earth and freshly made forest. The air here was different, fresher, tinged with the scent of leaves and flowers. It was almost peaceful, if one could forget the circumstances that had brought about this change.
He landed softly at the edge of the forest, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. The ground beneath his feet was soft and spongy, covered in a thick layer of moss. Birds chirped in the distance, and the rustling of leaves created a soothing background noise. For a moment, it was easy to imagine that this was just another park, another natural reserve. But the towering world tree, casting its immense shadow over the city, was a constant reminder of the power and the danger that lay at the heart of this new landscape.
Legend took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter ahead. He had faced many powerful adversaries in his career, but this felt different. This wasn't just about power - it was about understanding, about finding a way to coexist with a force that could either destroy or protect. As he waited at the edge for Poison Ivy or one of her people to realize he was there, he hoped today wouldn't be one of those days.
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Sherrel was enjoying just walking through the forest; there'd been a bit of an influx of homeless lately, so she'd go on a few strolls, pick up a few strays, and bring them back to Ivy.
Today she saw something a tad better than a homeless person, spying none other than Legend himself waiting by the edge of the forest.
"Oh you're a bitch, Ivy." She muttered, a wry grin on her face.
Ivy could feel things in her domain, she must have known he was there since he arrived, and yet she'd done nothing until Sherrel had gone for her usual walk - she'd wondered why the forest kept opening up for her in this specific direction.
She raised a hand in greeting, feeling utterly safe within Ivy's field, "Hey, how's it hanging pretty boy?"
Legend smiled pleasantly as she came to a stop a few feet away. "Sherrel Bailey I presume?"
She cocked her hip, a smug smirk on her face, "That's right, and what does a good looking guy like you want from little ol' me?" She asked, stretching slightly, before feeling a slight bit of irritation that he wasn't even looking at her tits.
God, gay men were such a waste.
What was the point of a guy who took great care of himself, and then just went for another guy, it was criminal in her opinion.
Legend cleared his throat, "I am here to ask for a meeting with Poison Ivy as soon as reasonable, the PRT and the Protectorate would like to…" He hesitated, like he was searching for the right word, "Come to a consensus on things with her."
Since Sherrel had no idea what Ivy wanted, she simply shrugged and decided on her own, "Sure, meet back here in like…" She mulled it over, "Six hours? Yeah six works."
Legend let out a breath of relief, "I will be here, let Poison Ivy know that I appreciate that she is willing to accomodate me."
"Sure thing, but if you wanna be real accommodating here, how's about you and me tussle and see if I can turn you at least bi?" She asked, shooting her shot, because… Why not? You never scored a shot not taken.
Legend's expression became complicated, "What?" He asked, slowly.
"Let's fuck." Sherrel said more bluntly.
"... I'm gay, married, and a hero." Legend said looking uncomfortable.
"That sounds like quitter talk to me." Sherrel said firmly, crossing her arms.
Minutes later,
"Tch, flying away like a coward… I'll get you someday Legend…" Sherrel promised, trekking back through the forest to tell Ivy about the meeting she'd promised.
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PRT Headquarters, Brockton Bay, an hour later.
The atmosphere inside PRT headquarters was heavy with anticipation and tension. The echoes of the recent battle with Lung had left everyone on edge - and then there was Ivy, and now the newly formed team of heroes was being called in for a debrief - the fact of their little forest problem not preventing the PRT from continuing business as usual.
It also gave them an excuse to get some extra firepower, Amy thought, as she walked through the building.
As Remedy now, the hero formerly known as Panacea, she led the group into the conference room. Her new black and gold uniform, adorned with the golden star as the symbol of her rebranding. Her teammates followed close behind, each wearing their own expressions of irritation.
Vicky was still red eyed from the heartbreak of all her friends dying for associating with her. Amy didn't feel much better. Although she didn't care much for Vicky's friends or held more than an acquaintance kind of relationship with the nurses - they hadn't deserved what they got. Even then, her heart hurt more for Vicky than anything else.
All because she'd embarrassed that fuck, Kaiser… Her eyes were hard as she sat down, he would die. That wasn't even in question. Only the how and when now.
Director Piggot sat at the head of the table, her face stern and unforgiving. Beside her were Armsmaster and Miss Militia, both looking equally intense. The large screen on the wall displayed live footage from the trainyards, where Poison Ivy's newly created forest loomed ominously, a testament to her power.
Amy fought hard not to smile even with her mood right now. Even knowing this was all going to be some sort of power play to rope them into helping with that - it was amusing being in the room as the person responsible.
She almost wanted to tell Piggot just to see her face, but she held back the impulse.
As the team took their seats, Piggot wasted no time. "Miss Dallon," She began, her voice sharp and authoritative, "Explain what happened out there with Lung."
Lung, huh? They weren't even going to touch the fact the E88 went after a bunch of civilians? Of course, who was she kidding, without enough proof that it was a cape, the PRT didn't care…
Amy made a face, showing Piggot how unimpressed she was. The fact she used her name was another move made to throw her on the backfoot, to annoy her and force her into making mistakes, or so she thought. Not using her new hero name, or her old one, was an attempt in trying to make this less than a meeting with an independent hero group coming in from a great victory - more the chastised child pulled in to explain herself.
She might like Piggots hardassness at times, but it was annoying when used against her. And she wasn't so sure she liked her that much anyway, not now. Not when she could stare her in the face and know that she wouldn't do anything to the E88 for their atrocities.
She wasn't even the only Miss Dallon in the room too, hell, she wasn't even a Dallon. She could just make Vicky answer, really stick it to Piggot, but that would just make all of this take even longer…
She couldn't do that to Vicky, she was fragile right now…
Amy took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to her teammates momentarily. Vicky gave her a reassuring nod even with her drawn tired face - that wasn't really necessary, but appreciated nonetheless. "We engaged Lung as we got word he was making for the sudden new… Greenspace, in town. By the time we arrived, he was already ramped up. Purity and Glory Girl managed to keep him occupied while I tried to get close enough to neutralize him. When that failed, I had to resort to using the organism… As I said in my preliminary report."
Amy raised an eyebrow, without words saying, why are you wasting my time? They already knew as much, and had already cleaned off Lung so he was no longer under its effect, a decision she just knew was going to bite her in the ass eventually.
Not like they were known for actually succeeding in transporting criminals to the Birdcage. Hookwolf had already gone free from such transfers before.
Piggot's eyes narrowed, suspicion clear in her gaze. "The organism you used was not approved or tested. You took a significant risk, one that could have had catastrophic consequences." She snapped, "There's a reason we don't allow biological weapons."
Amy could practically see the Directors soul just shouting Nilbog at her.
"I understand the risks, Director," Amy replied, keeping her tone measured, even if she wanted to roll her eyes. "But we had no other choice. Lung was escalating too quickly. If we hadn't acted decisively, he could have caused far more damage, a forest fire at this time would have had devastating effects."
As in it probably would have burned down the entire city. Or at least drowned it in smoke.
Armsmaster leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "And when were you going to notify the PRT of being a biokinetic? Hiding it for so long does not bode well for you." His tone grew sterner as he talked, "How do we know this… Substance you used can be trusted!?"
Vicky looked about ready to start throwing punches, so Amy laid a hand on her arm to reign her in, before turning her gaze on Armsmaster.
Amy met his gaze steadily, showing no hesitation. "It's designed to target Lung's powers specifically. It won't harm anyone else. And I can remove it when necessary, except you already did anyway..." She shrugged, "As for my powers, there is no law that says I need to fully disclose them to you, and either way such was decided by Carol Dallon, feel free to go after her for it you wish."
Director Piggot glared at her, hands spasming on the table briefly, "That might have worked as an excuse for New Wave, but not now." She said harshly.
Amy gave her a cold glare of her own, stating flatly, "I don't work for the PRT, I don't have to give you my full capabilities at any time - I'm an independent affiliate."
Both Piggot and Armsmaster frowned heavily at her, her own team looking more and more dismayed with the way this meeting had turned its focus solely on her. Vicky, as emotional as she was, looked ready to throttle them.
As cathartic as that would be, it was probably not ideal with Legend in town.
Miss Militia, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "Regardless of the method, you succeeded in neutralizing Lung. For that, we are grateful. But we need to ensure such actions are coordinated with us in the future." She said gently, trying to calm things down.
Piggot nodded slowly, though her expression remained grim. "Agreed. Miss Dallon, Glory Girl, Purity, Mouse Protector, Strider - you all showed commendable bravery" She said begrudgingly, grimacing. "However, going forward, we need tighter coordination. Especially now, with Legend arriving to negotiate with Poison Ivy."
Amy couldn't hold back a mocking laugh at that, drawing a frown from the heroes in front of her.
"Negotiate?" Vicky's eyebrows shot up, anger laced throughout her. "We're really going to try talking to her?"
Amy knew Vicky still held the thought that punching a problem made it go away. It would be interesting once Ivy was revealed to her. To see how far the loyalty went. For now though, with recent events… Vicky would have no patience for a villain.
"Yes," Piggot replied curtly. "Legend believes it's the best course of action. And given her display of power, we cannot afford to make an enemy of her without attempting diplomacy first."
Oh, to know they're so desperate, why, this would make a great tactical advantage for Ivy. If only she had some way to know about it… Amy held back another laugh, this was just too funny.
This is why she'd done it this way in the first place, getting to play both sides, get all the experiences! Seems like Ivy is suddenly going to ask for a lot.
Purity, her arms crossed, her mien unimpressed with the meeting so far, frowned. "And if she refuses to cooperate?" She asked sarcastically.
"Then we deal with that scenario if it arises," Miss Militia said firmly. "But our first approach will be peaceful. Even so we will prepare, which is where we were hoping you would come in."
Amy tilted her head, curious. "Us?" They're not really going to have me covering their asses against Ivy are they? That would just be the cherry on top!
Piggot nodded again, looking reluctant. "We could tentatively need your team to assist in securing the perimeter around the negotiation site. Your presence will ensure that if things go south, we have immediate backup to contain the situation." It was like pulling teeth, Piggot speaking slowly, and reluctantly.
Amy had a feeling she'd have really preferred not to ask. It was also quite the switch from the beginning of the meeting and their obvious antagonism. She wondered what they were playing at…
Or who was forcing Piggot to play nice. Well… Niceish.
Mouse Protector grinned, though her eyes were serious. "Sounds like fun. I guess if the boss lady okays it, we'll all grow mold together."
Amy rubbed her eyes, "Mouse that one didn't even make sense…"
Miss Militia looked exasperated, "You haven't changed at all." Yet it was said fondly, Mouse Protector winking at her.
Vicky looked at Amy, her expression one of irritation, she'd obviously not been happy with the start of the meeting, "Are we really going to do this, Amy?" She flicked her hair, giving Piggot a disdainful look, "I don't think they really want our help, not with the way they're talking."
Amy rubbed her temple, not really wanting to deal with PRT headaches, but being on the ground floor for the negotiations from their side, was too good to pass up. "We don't have a choice. We'll do what we need to do to protect the city." She lied, huffing slightly as her team all straightened up proudly at that.
Piggot's gaze hardened as she met her eyes. "Remedy, I want to make one thing clear. You may have helped us with Lung, but this doesn't mean I fully trust your methods. Your abilities are still under scrutiny. Any deviation from the plan, any sign that you're compromised, and there will be consequences." She threatened.
Oh, bitch, I'm going to humiliate you for this… Amy thought, having let it slide so far, but now, now she was just getting pissed! At least the bitch was finally calling her by her hero name. If only to once again put home that she'd made the right choice not going with them, immediately distrusting her even though she brought down Lung.
Amy's jaw tightened as she ground her teeth. "Understood, Director. My only goal is to protect Brockton Bay."
Piggot nodded, though her eyes remained cold. "Good. Be prepared to move out within hours. Legend will be briefed on your involvement. Be ready for deployment at any time, we will provide an area for you and your team to rest. As we don't know when the meeting might be set yet, you will stay at the PRT headquarters."
From her words, this wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. Amy could fight it, because Piggot could not order her around like this, not unless she openly declared this a crisis. Which she hadn't yet. Yet… Amy would rather wait and as Ivy, extract her pound of flesh.
As they were dismissed, Amy felt the anger in her team as they surrounded her protectively.
She smiled slightly to herself, if anything, Piggot had only ensured her team was more solidly against the PRT.
She could sit and wait.
No matter how things went, the only real winner here today would be her.
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Several hours later, PRT Headquarters
The team gathered in the briefing room, final preparations underway. Strider, as their teleporting cape, was going over the logistics of where everyone would be with Miss Militia, ensuring everyone knew their positions. Amy stood by the window, staring out at the city she was already halfway on the way to taking over, she felt. The weight of responsibility felt heavier than ever, but also easier somehow.
Like this was how it was meant to be. Like she could finally cut through all the bullshit.
Vicky, dressed in her Starlight uniform, walked over and nudged her gently. "You okay?" She said sweetly, before resting her head against hers.
Her heart broken, her eyes red from crying so much, and here she was looking after Amy. She really was too damn good. It made Amy feel half elated at her care for her, and half horrible - for taking advantage of her.
Amy sighed, her breath fogging up the glass. "Just a lot on my mind. This isn't what I expected when we decided to rebrand." She said wryly, "Fighting Lung immediately, and now we're working with Legend and the PRT." She shook her head slowly, "Things are going fast…"
Vicky smiled softly. "We're doing good work, Amy. And we're together. That's what matters." She hugged her tightly, which only brought Amy's mind back to that kiss…
They hadn't had a chance to discuss it yet…
Amy nodded, putting it out of her mind until later, now was not the time either, her resolve strengthened to hash things out once and for all after this. "You're right. We're together, screw anything else…"
Kayden joined them, her expression one of distaste still, her and the Protectorate capes not getting along very well, "Strider and Miss Militia have the placements covered. We're to take positions at set locations around the perimeter. Legend will handle the negotiation, but we need to be ready for anything."
Mouse Protector bounced over, her usual irreverence tempered by the gravity of the situation. "Cheese to meet you all here. Ready to cheddar some villainous plans?"
Amy couldn't help but smile at the pun, despite the tension. "Mouse, you really need to work on your timing." And her puns, they're just getting worse.
Mouse Protector winked. "What can I say? I'm just too gouda to resist."
Armsmaster, overhearing the exchange, approached with a more serious demeanor. "Focus, everyone. This isn't a game. Remedy, I trust you've got everything under control?" His eyes went over Mouse Protector and then Purity, his lips thinning slightly.
Whatever small amount of humanity that had sunk into the tinker cape after his resurrection, seemed to have fled him now, the man back to his old brusque and unreasonable self.
Amy nodded, a challenging smirk on her face. "Yes, Armsmaster. We're ready to take over the work you can't handle."
Vicky had to cover her mouth quickly to hide her grin, as Amy smiled sweetly at the hero who simply turned around and left, a certain stiffness to his shoulders.
Business called, and soon they were all studying the map, noting their locations, memorizing the plans for if everything went FUBAR.
Amy noted with amusement that for all that Piggot and Armsmaster were salty about her capabilities, they still had her down as the best weapon against Ivy.
If only they knew…
They were all handed communicators for the op, so they'd be able to coordinate with the PRT and Protectorate better. And soon enough they were all ready, just waiting on the word.
Piggot's voice came over the intercom minutes later, sharp and commanding. "Teams, report to your positions. Legend is arriving shortly."
He was such a cheat, literally able to go back to work in New York and fly at the last minute.
They all moved out, each member would be taking their assigned spot around the perimeter of the negotiation site - brought by Strider, each member of Starlight paired with one from the Protectorate.
Mouse Protector had looked positively thrilled when Armsmaster had assigned her to Miss Militia.
As for Amy, she had two minders. Assault and Battery.
It's almost like they didn't trust her or something.
Hah.
Trainyards, Brockton Bay
The area around the trainyards was eerily quiet, the usual urban sounds muted by the thick foliage. The air was fresh, almost too fresh, and the scent of greenery was overpowering. It was a stark contrast to the usual industrial grime of Brockton Bay.
Amy took her position, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Vicky floated nearby at her own position with Velocity, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Purity and Mouse Protector and their partners were on the other side of the perimeter, she knew.
Legend arrived in a burst of light, his calm and confident demeanor a stark contrast to the tension around him from the Protectorate. He landed quietly, his eyes immediately locking onto the massive world tree. He approached the forest edge, his presence alone commanding attention.
Piggot's voice crackled over the comms. "All units, hold positions. Legend will begin the negotiation. Be ready for anything, do not move unless ordered to."
Amy watched as Legend stepped just inside the edges of the forest, remaining in view. The silence that followed was almost unbearable, each second stretching into an eternity.
Or so it was for everyone else, the people that feared the outcome of this meeting.
Amy had a hard time holding back a grin, as she approached the meeting as Ivy.
Legend walked only a few steps into the dense foliage, each step deliberate and measured. The forest was teeming with life, plants and flowers growing in impossible abundance. It was both beautiful and unnerving.
He waited there, staring up at the world tree, and soon enough she arrived, Poison Ivy. She was a striking figure, her forest green and seductively built outfit blending seamlessly with her surroundings. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, a hint of amusement in her expression as she approached him.
"Legend," She greeted, her voice smooth and confident. "I've been expecting you." Her smile grew slightly vicious as she tilted her head slightly, inspecting him, "You're prettier in person." She complimented, "Especially when I know you've come to bend over for me…"
Legend nodded genially. "Poison Ivy. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, and for the compliment." He moved right past the rest, not even a flicker across his face hinting at any discomfort or anger.
She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, as she tapped her lips with a fingernail, "You've come to talk you say, but I wonder if there's anything to say. Your people have already shown their willingness to use force - all of your little puppets waiting around..."
Legend's expression remained calm. "We act only to protect the city. But we're here now to find a peaceful resolution."
Ivy's eyes flicked to the side, where the faint sounds of the city could be heard beyond the forest. "Peaceful resolution. How quaint. Do you really think peace is possible in a place like Brockton Bay?"
She would bring it eventually of course, but it was always interesting to see what those in power thought, if he wouldn't just lie of course.
Legend's gaze didn't waver, as he remained composed. "I believe it is. But it requires cooperation from everyone involved. You've demonstrated incredible power, but with great power comes great responsibility."
Ivy's lips curled into a smirk. "Quoting comic books, Legend? How fitting. But tell me, what responsibility do you think I bear?"
Considering where her name came from, was that meant as a dig at her, she wondered? Or did he believe her to be a comic book geek, and thought it would resonate with her?
"The responsibility to use your power for the greater good, even if it's the greater good for yourself," Legend replied. "To help protect the city and its people, and yourself, by cooperating."
Ivy's expression hardened. "And what if I believe the best way to protect the city is to reclaim it for nature? To wipe away the filth and start anew?" She said challengingly.
If he wanted to equate her to the comic book characters, she could play that part.
Legend shook his head. "That would only lead to more conflict, more suffering. And I don't think it's what you really want. Your actions so far have shown a level of restraint that I think shows your desire to not go that route.
Ivy crossed her arms, watching him speculatively, "What do you want, Legend?"
He eyed her consideringly, "Ideally? You in the Protectorate."
She raised a mocking eyebrow, "You have a sense of humor at least."
He chuckled wryly, "It was worth a try." His expression turned serious, "If not that, then at least… Neutrality, you keep the space you have, but don't go further, and assist with Endbringers and S rank threats that attack this region."
Ivy hummed in thought, she knew she could take him further, since she knew how desperate the PRT really was. They were considering a quarantine after all. So they'd be willing to go pretty far to avoid it.
"Come with me, not very far, just a minute or so." She said, gesturing for him, as the forest opened up, providing a path.
Legend didn't hesitate, probably behavior you could afford when you were triumvirate level power. His only action before walking forward, to hold a hand to his ear, "I'll be joining Poison Ivy deeper in the forest, do not engage."
She tsked, "Toy soldiers need orders from daddy to stand at parade?" She teased.
Legend just murmured a reply, "Something like that." Following her, not wary, just… Watchful.
Soon enough Ivy stood in her lush, verdant experimentation grove, surrounded by a myriad of plants glowing with vibrant health. The air was thick with the scent of blossoms, herbs, and a hint of something more potent.
"These plants," Ivy began, gesturing to a row of delicate flowers with bioluminescent petals, "Have the capability to cure cancer. I've engineered them to target and destroy malignant cells with a precision that modern medicine can't match."
She'd been busy, and Amy had done some of the work in her own body in her lab to help the process along as well.
Legend raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive, Ivy. But what do you want in return for sharing this with the world?" He was a smart man, obviously realizing she wasn't showing him this just for a laugh.
Ivy smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I have more. Over here," She led him to a section where vines hung heavy with ripe, glossy fruit, "These fruits can cure addiction. They reset the brain's chemistry, eliminating dependency and withdrawal symptoms."
Well, for any drug other than hers when she made them for the masses.
Legend's eyes widened slightly. "These are groundbreaking discoveries. You could save millions of lives. Why not just share them freely? The amount of money and good will you'd get would set you up for life."
"Ah, but that's the crux of the matter," Ivy said, her tone silky smooth. "I could, but the world isn't a friendly place, as a Villain I don't need to worry about your organization suddenly hamstringing me. If you want any of this, I need assurances, Legend. Guarantees that my work, my sanctuary here, will be protected."
Legend nodded slowly. "What are you asking for, Ivy?"
"I want autonomy," Ivy stated firmly. "I want to be left alone to do my work, build my people in this corner of the town. I will not attack civilians or heroes, but in exchange, I want free rein to handle villains as I see fit. No interference from the Protectorate or the PRT."
And she'd ask for some small favors as well once they agreed to that much. Just a few minor things. She knew they were reluctant to fight.
Legend's expression turned serious. "That's a lot to ask. You're essentially asking for immunity and free reign. I need more assurance that you won't use this power irresponsibly."
Ivy's eyes hardened. "I'm offering you cures for cancer and addiction. Lives saved, suffering ended. If you can't see the value in that, then perhaps your priorities are misplaced."
She knew it would be a hard ask, knew at least neutrality would be easy, but she wanted leave to go after the villains. Or the neutrality would break when she killed pieces of shit like Hookwolf and the PRT went after her for it.
Legend paused, considering her words carefully. "I understand the value, Ivy. But the Protectorate can't just give someone carte blanche to operate outside the law. There has to be a middle ground."
"Middle ground?" Ivy echoed, her tone skeptical. "I'm offering solutions no one else can provide. Think of the lives that could be saved, the families that could be spared." She was laying it on a bit thick, but this was the opportunity to get as much as she could from them.
If they realized she couldn't pull world trees out of her ass every damn day and in every fight, they'd stop negotiating and instead bring the Triumvirate down on her head.
Legend sighed. "I need to discuss this with the rest of the Triumvirate and with the Chief Director. There might be a way to ensure your work is protected while maintaining some level of oversight." He admitted, unwilling to agree to her demands.
Ivy's gaze softened slightly, as she tried a more conciliatory tone, "I'm willing to negotiate, Legend. But understand this - my work is non-negotiable. The plants, the cures - they stay under my control."
Legend nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He promised, before his expression firmed up, "But Ivy, remember - trust is earned. If you want us to trust you, you need to show us that you're willing to work within some boundaries." He gestured to their surroundings, "Keeping this limited is a start."
Ivy smirked. "Boundaries are flexible, Legend. Just make sure you see the bigger picture. The world needs these cures. Don't let bureaucracy get in the way of saving lives." She couldn't help the mocking tilt to her voice.
She wasn't really doing this to try and be a saint, she was simply making it harder for the powers to be to decide to remove her.
Legend turned to leave, having heard everything he needed, and not able to give her all she wanted without PRT backing, pausing for a moment. "I'll be in touch, Ivy. And for what it's worth, I do see the potential here. Let's hope we can find a way to make it work."
Ivy watched him go, her mind already racing with possibilities. She knew she held the upper hand - the question was how far she could push it to achieve her goals.
As Amy, perhaps she could get an in to those meetings, being 'uniquely' qualified to inspect Ivy's samples.
She was going to get what she wanted. One way or another.
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Amy sat on the edge of one of the highest rooftops in town, the city lights twinkling below them like distant stars. They'd been dismissed from their duties when Legend returned, the Chief Director now involved in a whole other level, which unfortunately didn't need her input.
The cool night breeze ruffled her hair as she stared out at the skyline, lost in thought. Vicky floated nearby, her expression hiding the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling.
"Ames," Vicky started, breaking the silence. "We need to talk."
Amy glanced up at her sister, her heart pounding. "About what?"
She's still upset, heartbroken, this isn't the time for this… She couldn't help but inwardly panic a little.
She'd spent a lot of time teasing her, but she hadn't expected the outcome to end like this, somehow.
Vicky landed softly next to her, folding her arms and looking down at the ground. "About us. About what happened. That kiss."
Amy's breath hitched slightly. She had been avoiding this conversation, unsure of what to say or how to feel. "Vicky, I... I don't know what to think about it. It was unexpected." She admitted, having always been attracted to her, but never taking it above some teasing, never thinking it could actually happen.
It hadn't in canon, just because she'd teased her for a year or two, that… You can't make someone change by that only, right? Sure puberty and everything, but still!
Vicky nodded, her eyes meeting Amy's. "I know. But it felt... right. Didn't it?" She said hesitantly, a small shy smile on her face.
Amy swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "It did, but... Vicky, we're sisters. And now, with everything that's happened - leaving our family, all the chaos - it feels like maybe you're just... Lonely. Maybe we're both just lonely."
Vicky reached out, taking Amy's hand in hers. "I've thought about that. But it's more than just loneliness, Ames. I've had these feelings for a while now. I just never said anything because... Well, because I didn't think you'd feel the same."
Amy's heart raced. She had always felt a deep, complex bond with Vicky, one that had often left her conflicted. "Vicky, I... I've always cared about you more than anything. But I never let myself think too deeply about it because I was scared. Scared of what it would mean, and scared that you'd push me away."
Half the reason she'd ensured Vicky was always loyal, was the fear she could lose her somehow. Even just as sisters. She hadn't wanted Vicky to ever leave her.
Vicky squeezed her hand gently. "I'm not pushing you away, Ames. If anything, I want to be closer. But I need to know if you want that too. If you want... Us." She breathed out, coming much much closer, her breath hot as she came within an inch of her face.
Amy took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "I do want it, Vicky. But I'm scared. Scared that we're just clinging to each other because we're all we have left. Scared that it might not work, and we'll lose what we have."
Vicky might always be loyal, but you could be loyal, and not be friends. Not be sisters, she was terrified of that. Vicky was her one constant. The one thing that made fucking around with everything fun, because she knew no matter what she'd have Vicky to go back to.
Vicky's eyes softened, her voice tender. "We'll never lose what we have, Ames. We've been through too much together. And I think... I think we owe it to ourselves to see if this could be something real."
Amy looked into Vicky's eyes, seeing the sincerity and hope there. She felt her own heart swell with a mixture of fear and longing. "Okay." She folded. "Let's see where this goes. But let's take it slow. One step at a time."
Vicky smiled, a radiant, hopeful smile that made Amy's heart flutter. "One step at a time. I can do that."
They sat in silence for a while, their hands still intertwined, drawing comfort and strength from each other. The city lights continued to twinkle below them, a silent witness to the new chapter they were beginning together.
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2 days later,
Amy watched as Vicky wailed at some of the training equipment they had at headquarters.
The police had dropped the case, with no evidence, there was just no point.
The murders of all of Vicky's friends were just… Another day in Brockton.
"And the PRT doesn't care!" Vicky shouted, breathing heavily as she ripped a training dummy with brute rating armor apart - with her bare hands.
Amy sighed, "Did you try pumping Gallant for information?" She asked.
They might not be dating anymore, but she could probably get information from him. She was disgustingly cute, so she could get it from almost anyone really.
Vicky scoffed, "He's not even in town at the moment, Clock told me when I went by to ask, they sent him to Florida because they have a bunch of triggered kids and his emotion manipulation can help."
Amy frowned, tilting her head in confusion, "Emotion manipulation? I thought he could only do that temporarily?"
What use was it in a situation like Vicky was describing if he had to sit and shoot beams at the kids all day.
Vicky gave her an odd look, even stopping her rampage, "What, no? Ames, I've told you this, or at least I thought I had, he can make them permanent too with just one shot, changing a person's emotion on like a deep level, he just chooses to fight with temporary effects."
"Oh." Amy said, feeling like she'd missed something important. Also that sudden made Gallant kind of terrifying.
Cauldron vials… Were they different?
She'd felt something different with Coil then she'd expected too, when she'd touched him, he was a cauldron vial too..
And he'd been way less careful then she'd thought, she'd hoped for him to take the bait, but he'd been almost eager, was that an aspect of a different way to use his power?
She'd need to find out if Battery had a different level to her power too, she was a cauldron vial…
But all that mystery could wait, she focused on Vicky who was beating up their equipment again, "Hey, Vicky, what do you feel about getting back at the Empire 88?"
The smile she received was both beautiful and vicious.
Oh… Yeah… Bad girl Vicky was… Something alright.
Why had she told her she wanted to take it slow again?
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That night.
The dimly lit warehouse echoed with raucous laughter and the clinking of bottles, and the roars and screams of the crowd. Hookwolf, flanked by Cricket and Stormtiger, reveled in the chaos, his eyes glinting with a savage delight. Regular members of Empire 88 cheered, sharing stories and enjoying their night of freedom as they watched and bet on the dogs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, alcohol, and excitement, creating a heady atmosphere.
And of course the sound of barking and whining as dog after dog was dragged into the ring. Most didn't make noise for very long.
Hookwolf raised a bottle of whiskey, shouting above the din, "To the Empire! May we reign supreme!"
The crowd roared in response, lifting their drinks in unison. Cricket, standing silently beside him, offered a tight-lipped smile and a nod. Stormtiger chuckled. "Let them try now. We're untouchable now, no more dragons!"
But amidst the revelry, a faint hiss went unnoticed by all. A subtle, creeping gas began to spread across the floor, its sickly sweet scent masked by the overwhelming stench of the warehouse. At first, no one paid it any mind, too engrossed in their celebration.
Then, the first coughs began. Then the first scream, as someone saw incredible terrors in front of them, clawing at their own eyes.
One by one, the men and women in the warehouse began to feel weak and nauseous - some finding their nightmares very real. The gas seemed to seep into their very minds, distorting their perceptions and making them feel horrible, others literally attempting to kill themselves to get away from what they saw.
"What the hell?" Stormtiger muttered, his voice tinged with confusion as he watched his comrades stagger around him. Then he noticed the gas, but before he could blow it away, the entire tableau changed, and he began screaming, as his nightmares took hold of him.
Hookwolf's eyes narrowed, his instincts kicking in. With a snarl, his body began to shift, metal ripping through his flesh until he was a towering, monstrous figure of blades and armor. The gas swirled harmlessly around his metallic form, unable to penetrate his defenses.
"Everyone, get up!" He roared, his voice a grating metallic growl. "We're under attack, stand and fight!"
But his words fell on deaf ears. The gas had taken hold, making the weaker members of Empire 88 fall to their knees, their minds consumed by confusion and disorientation or worse. Stormtiger stumbled, falling to the ground even as he screamed and clawed at his face, blood running down in rivulets.
Cricket staggered, her agility useless against the gas. She motioned frantically to Hookwolf, trying to signal that they needed to escape.
Hookwolf surveyed the chaos, his mind racing. Whoever had orchestrated this attack had planned it well, targeting them when they were all bunched together, making it hard to make out how the gas was being introduced. He couldn't afford to let this stand. He'd hunt them down, he'd kill them, their loved ones, their fucking pet dog.
No one did this to him, NO ONE!
"To me!" He bellowed, trying to rally the few who could still move. "We're leaving, now!" Of all the time for his wolfpack to be elsewhere, laying low after their attack. The regular members were just… Not up to his standards.
Escape was easier said than done for the regulars. The warehouse, once a den of their power, had become a trap. The exits were blocked by incapacitated or dead bodies of those who'd tried to escape already, and the gas showed no sign of dissipating. Hookwolf slashed through the walls, his blades easily carving a path towards freedom, Cricket picking up Stormtiger, stumbling but managing to follow him.
Behind him, the sounds of screaming and dying men and women continued, a cacophony that seemed to echo endlessly. Hookwolf's rage boiled within him, the need for vengeance fueling his every step. Whoever was responsible for this would pay! He would hunt them down and ensure they understood the consequences of crossing him.
As he burst through the warehouse walls into freedom, the night air hit him like a slap. He glanced back, seeing the disarray inside. His eyes narrowed with a promise of retribution.
"This isn't over," He howled, his voice carrying into the dark. "Not by a long shot."
…
A few rooftops away, Amy was set down, Vicky having flown her to their target and back.
Vicky's face was grim, but determined, "Do you think you got them?" She asked intently.
Amy shrugged, "Most of them, Hookwolf is probably fine, but the others… Not so much."
Even if they got out, they'd have to be healed pretty quick if they didn't want to end up dead.
"Good… I want Hookwolf myself…" Vicky said, eyes hard.
"... Let me figure out something that eats metal first, then go at him." Amy said after a pause.
She was probably supposed to talk her out of revenge, but really, who cared if some Nazis were put out of their misery anyway.
Also she was scarily hot when she got serious.
The best part?
All of this would just be blamed on Ivy focusing on the competition. And Ivy had gotten her wish earlier that day. Mostly. As long as her territory didn't expand, as long as she didn't hurt civilians or heroes, she'd be allowed to do as she wished.
In return, she had to go to all Endbringer fights, supply the PRT and American government with her plants, and assist with S rank threats in the PRT ENE area.
For her, it was a perfect deal, because it wasn't even a problem if Ivy died to a Endbringer or S class threat.
"Wanna hit another place or two before we go to bed?" She asked Vicky.
Vicky wrapped her arms around her, her lips brushing against her cheek, her hot breath making her shiver, "Definitely!" Vicky said, lifting her into the air.
Oh yeah…
She could definitely get used to this new badass Vicky…
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