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Eye for an Eye	By : TheShadowCat Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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Author's notes: Sorry for the delay. Life has not been kind lately. But here I am, writing once more and hopefully entertaining you, my dear faithful readers. A big thank you to all of my reviewers and to all of the people who put me and/or this story on their alerts. Please enjoy.

“Well?” she asks nervously

“This will do quite nicely.,” the older man replies. “I'm very impressed.”

“Thank you, sir,” she sighs in relief. “I'll tell the others.”

“I'll tell them myself,” he informs her as he leaves the small room with the young woman in tow. “I've called a meeting.”

“About our soon to be...'guests'?”

“Of course.”

“How do you intend to get them here from New York?”

“Conveniently, they are coming to us.”

“How nice of them,” she states happily.

“Yes,” the silver haired man with ice blue eyes purrs. “Very nice.”

Contentedly he settles back in his first class seat as the plane levels out and turns the page in the magazine he's reading. Peripherally, he's aware of his lady listening to her MP3 player and trying to solve a Sudoku puzzle. He lays a hand on her thigh and she absently pats it as she concentrates on the numbers before her.

He briefly looks over and solves the entire puzzle in a matter of moments while she continues to struggle with it. He glances at her face and smiles to himself at the cute little frown of concentration he sees. He starts to lean over to nuzzle her ear just to watch her get goosebumps when a new cheerful sounding song starts.

Faces filled with joy and cheer/

What a magical time of year/

'A Christmas song...,' he thinks amusedly, considering it's late May.

Howdy-ho it's Weasel Stomping Day/

'Weasel what!?'

Put your viking helmet on/

Spread that mayonnaise on the lawn/

Don't you know it's Weasel Stomping Day?/

'Weasel...Stomping...?'

All the little girls and boys/

Love that wonderful crunching noise/

You'll know what this day's about/

When you stomp a weasel's guts right out/

'Dear heavens...'

So come along and have a laugh/

Snap their weaselly spines in half/

Grab your boots and stomp your cares away/

Hip-hip-hooray it's Weasel Stomping Day/

'Oh my stars and garters...more crunching and squealing...'

People up and down the street/

Crushing weasels beneath their feet/

Why we do it, who can say/

But it's such a festive holiday/

'This is wrong...'

So let the stomping fun begin/

Bash their weaselly skulls right in/

It's tradition, that makes it ok/

'Just so wrong...'

Hey everyone its Weasel Stomping/

We'll have some fun on Weasel Stomping/

Put down your gun it's Weasel Stomping Daaaaaayyyy/

Hip-hip-hooray it's Weasel Stomping Daaaaayyy/

Weasel Stomping Day, Hey!

He doesn't know if he should laugh or be appalled by that song. He finally notices that her shoulders are shaking with suppressed mirth. He gives her a glare, but it's ruined by the smile that's tugging at the corners of his mouth and she can't hold the laughter any longer.

“You should have seen the look on your face when you realized what that song was about,” she snickers as she turns the MP3 player off and pulls out her ear buds.

“That song is just wrong,” he grumbles, still fighting the grin that's trying to get out. “On so many levels.”

“Of course it is,” she gleefully tells him with a grin. “It's 'Weird' Al after all.”

He shakes his head with a sigh and tries to go back to his magazine. She pushes the arm rest out of the way and snuggles up to him causing him to eye her warily. But when she turns her attention back to her puzzle with that cute little frown returning, he gladly wraps an arm around her shoulders. With another contented sigh, he relaxes into his seat with his lady love by his side.

“Sir, the flight is on time and should be arriving shortly,” Motherboard states. “I've talked to the boys, they're already in place.”

“Excellent,” he purrs. “We'll have to make sure that they feel most...welcome...to California.”

Despite her protests, he's carrying both of their carry on bags and happily holding her hand as they make their way through the airport. As soon as they pass through the security exit, he heads straight for the tall, thin man wearing a suit that obviously came off a rack and holding a sign reading 'McCoy' on it.

“I'm Hank McCoy,” Hank tells the young man.

“Very good, sir,” he replies as he neatly folds the piece of paper in his hands and puts it in his pocket. “My name is Flynn and I'll be your driver this evening. Do you have any bags to claim?”

“Just one,” Hank replies and glances over at Amanda.

“So sue me, I'm a woman,” she shoots back with a shrug. “It's not like I was told where we were going until we got to the airport anyways.”

“If you'll follow me, please,” Flynn says as he turns and starts to lead them to a set of escalators.

“How many negligees did you pack?” he softly asks as they follow their chauffeur. “Or would that be spare panties you've brought along?”

“If you think I'm going to spend my first trip to California locked in a room, you've got another thing coming, mister,” she warns him with a playful glare.

“A man can dream, can't he?” he quietly snickers while they get on an escalator headed down.

“California dreaming...,” she sings with a smile.

“It's spring, not winter,” he points out.

“Who do I look like?” she retorts with grin. “'Weird' Al? I just sing them, not rewrite them.”

“Life with you will never be dull, will it, my love?” he chuckles.

“I certainly hope not,” she laughs as they step off of the escalator.

A short time later her rolling bag is collected and they head out towards the parking lot. Flynn keys open the trunk of a late model Lincoln Town Car and stows their luggage quickly. In short order, Hank and Amanda are comfortably seated in the back seat and they're on their way.

“Well?” he snarls.

“Patience, my dear boy,” he gently reminds the heavily muscled young man. “They'll be here in good time.”

“Good,” he snarls. “I need to hit somethin' and soon.”

“Don't worry,” he assures him. “There will be plenty of hitting soon enough.”

They stand there, hidden in the trees on the quiet country road, the late afternoon sunlight slanting through the trees, waiting and as expected, the silence doesn't last long.

“What about the girl?”

“What about her?”

“Do we get her afterwards?”

“Get her?”

“Ya know, ta play with...if ya get my drift.”

“Why in the world would you want to sully yourself with the likes of her?”

“A man has needs.”

“Yes, I was a young man once too, but even in my wild youth never did I have the urge to have relations with a barnyard animal.”

“I've seen pictures of her. She's no cow.”

“She's beneath you. Perhaps you should seek companionship with one of the young ladies in our little group. I believe Thorn is currently unattached.”

“Yeah, I'll do that,” he grumbles as he turns his attention back to the road below them.

Satisfied that the younger man has been properly chastised, he goes back to watching the road below them. He deftly ignore the other man's grumbling about stuck up bitches that don't like to 'play' rough.

He leans back in his seat and smiles to himself. Ever since they left the airport, she's practically had her nose glued to the car window. It brings hims such joy to see her so happy and to know that he's the reason she's like this makes it even better.

“Why do you have such a silly smile on your face?” she asks when she finally manages to pull herself away from watching the world go by.

“You,” he answers simply as his grin goes up a notch.

“Me?” she questions with a raised eyebrow.

“I love seeing you so happy,” he admits and she immediately cuddles up next to him.

“Thank you,” she whispers just before she gives him a gentle kiss.

“You are most welcome, my love,” he replies softly as he caresses her face.

With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and leans into his touch. He wonders at his good fortune in finding this woman while Beast makes some less than socially acceptable suggestions on what to do with her right in the back seat of the car. Before he can squish Beast back in his proverbial cage, the car goes over a couple bumps and the sound of the road they're driving on changes. Her eyes pop open in surprise and she quickly looks around.

“Oh, we're going over the bay!” she exclaims as she quickly goes back to looking out her window.

He smiles at her again, but a second later a frown creases his brow.

“Excuse me, Flynn,” he says as he leans towards the driver. “What bridge is this?”

“It's the John F. McCarthy Memorial Bridge, sir,” Flynn answers, glancing back at Hank in the rear view mirror.

“Why are we on this bridge?” Hank asks. “We're heading towards Napa, not San Rafael.”

“I'm sorry, sir,” Flynn answers. “There was a rather large accident on the Carquinez Bridge and it's closed traffic going north. They don't think the bridge will be open until later tonight.”

“Ah, I see,” Hank congenially replies as he leans back in his seat. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome, sir,” Flynn responds, giving a quick look in the mirror again at the blue mutant.

Hank relaxes his muscles by will alone as he goes back to watching Amanda. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see their driver looking into the rear view mirror every few seconds. About half way across the bridge, Flynn stops checking on them and on the pretense of getting more comfortable, Hank slips his phone out of his pocket.

By the time they make it back to solid ground, he has his answer. He slips his phone back into his pocket just as she turns to face him again, her face absolutely glowing. He holds his arm out in invitation and she gladly cuddles up to him.

He carefully gathers her in his arms, being mindful not to make it look like nothing more than cuddling to their driver. He buries his nose in her hair and takes a very deep breath before letting it out very slowly. He tries to relax his muscles, but between his need to protect her and Beast starting to get upset, he's losing the battle.

He barely contains the trembling of his muscles as Beast yearns to be let loose. He knows there's no way she's going to miss his body tensing for battle and he hopes she remembers. She presses herself against him and buries her face into his neck.

“Who?” she breathes.

“Not sure,” he murmurs in her hair. “Friends I think.”

“Again?” she softly sighs, sadness tingeing her voice.

He doesn't answer as he holds her closer, closing his eyes and trying not to remember the past several run ins they've had with the Friends of Humanity. Though this is the first time that they've tried kidnapping instead of just harassing the couple. As futile as they're efforts have been, it doesn't make the situation any less dangerous.

“Ready?” he whispers and she squeezes him as tightly as she can.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

She quickly moves back to her side of the car and braces herself. At the same time, he releases his seatbelt while he launches himself at their driver with a roar. The man lets out a shout of surprise as a wall of angry blue fur comes at him. Hank grabs the steering wheel and forces the car off the road, narrowly avoiding hitting any other cars on the road.

Hank uses one hand to push the drivers face against the driver's side window as he guides the vehicle into the shoulder. As soon as he feels it's safe to let go of the wheel, he turns off the car and shifts it into park. The car skids in the dirt and weeds along side the side road, causing them to spin out.

The car comes to an abrupt halt as it hits an embankment and Amanda just barely manages not to scream. Once the car stops rocking, she releases the seatbelt with a shaky hand and staggers out of the car. The driver is futilely struggling against Hank's hold on his head while the blue mutant makes sure she makes it out of the vehicle safely.

“Leave us alone,” Hank snarls angrily at the driver, barely keeping Beast in check.

Hank grabs the keys out of the ignition and then follows Amanda out her door, giving no more thought to the man who dared to try and kidnap them. He follows after his love as she stomps back the way they came. He hears the driver get out of the car, but he doesn't hear the man following them, so he doesn't bother to look back at him. Just for good measure, he throws the keys into the bushes on the other side of the road.

Despite the gathering gloom caused by the setting sun, a problem compounded by the large trees towering over them, he has no problem seeing his way down the road. He knows she's having a bit more trouble and he clenches his jaw in displeasure as he notes that the side road that Flynn had taken them on was headed south, even further away from Napa Valley. It also doesn't escape his notice that there are very few cars on this road and none of them are stopping to render assistance.

After forcing himself to release the tension in his shoulders, he picks up his speed to catch up with her. He's almost to her when something from above catches his attention. He's momentarily stunned to see Flynn coming swooping out of the sky.

Flynn catches Amanda completely unawares as he grabs her and heads back up. Amanda's scream of surprise is drowned out by a roar of anger. Beast leaps at them, but misses by mere inches, further enraging the primal being.

Hank gladly gives over control as they chase after the two, all the while berating himself for not being more cautious. He furiously tries to figure out who would want to come after them, besides the Friends of Humanity. With a sinking feeling, he can only think of one mutant that would be willing to come after the two them. Magneto.
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