It’s been three weeks since his release from Jail... yet it feels like years ago.
When he walked out of prison he saw his dear friends, the new warriors, surrounded by crowds of reporters and Anti-mutant demonstrators.
Things should have gone differently…. Somehow he knows that… but they didn’t.
It started with someone… some animal… tossed a glass jar at Firstar’s feet, a jar that held a still born mutant fetus…*
Before he knew it, Vance had several protesters aloft in his Telekinetic tendrils.
Anger and Rage flowed through him like an flood, much like that fateful night.
“What am I doing??” He thought to himself.
Looking back at Firstar they shared a look, with a glace they spoke… she mouthed the words “no…” and in a blink of an eye Vance had dropped the protesters and taken off into the sky…
That night he found himself on the streets of New York alone with no place to stay, ashamed at his actions… He glanced at TV’s in bared up store windows, reports of “out of control mutants” and the recklessness of groups like the new warriors played on every news cast.
He slept on stone steps that night, unsure of what to do next…
So much has happened since that night, before he knew it, he found himself living in a small apartment in the Bronx, taking a job in working in the Stark building, taking a position with the company Hero’s for Hirer, Fought side by side with members of the X-men, walked among the gods of Asgard fighting beside the likes of Thor and Hercules, started personal training with none other than his boyhood hero Captain America, and was even recently offered a chance to try out for the Avengers.
It all happened so fast…
Now he stands at across the street of Ambrose Building, unsure of what do to next… the life he lead with the New Warriors seemed so long ago… Angelica would be worried sick about him, Dwayne may very well be mad at him, especially if he saw the add from Hero’s for Hire…
“How the hell do you say I’m sorry? How the hell do I tell them that I kind of need to stand on my own for a while? What the hell am I going to tell Angelica?” Vance mutters to himself as he crosses the street.
The building looks very much the same way it always looked… walking to an elevator he pushed the PH button… “Identification Please” a mechanical voice asks.
With a crack in his voice he answers “Vance” half expecting to hear a denial of access response…
“Identification accepted… Welcome home Vance”
Reaching the Penthouse level the doors of the elevator slowly opened, to reveal Nova standing in the center of the entrance hall, arms crossed, dressed in his costume…
“Do you ever take that thing off Bucket Head?”
Unfolding his arms with a shrug Nova answers “We just got back from a joint operation with a group of mutants calling themselves X-Force.. We could have used you…**”
Was it him or did he detect a bit of venom in Nova’s tone, he was commonly short tempered, so it’s not really unexpected. “I’m sorry,” quickly wishing to change the conversation “Umm, is Dwayne and Angelica here?”
Turning to open a door Nova replies not even looking at Vance “Yep they are here, Angelica has been worried sick about you… and Hero’s for Hire hu… never pictured you the Mercenary type.”
“It’s not like that… Hero’s for Hire just help people out in the Bronx, and I just felt like it was a good place to help out”
Turning back at Vance “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s not what you think... I meet this guy who offered me the job, they help out like shop keepers which are having problems with the mob, or sometimes it’s just security work”
“Sounds wonderful… I have to go, Angelica is in the main room and Dwayne is up in his room.” With that Nova bolts into the air, leaving though one of the Penthouses skylights.
This is not going to go well…
Turning a corner he Vance suddenly finds himself slammed agates a wall with a pair of lips pressed against his... Her smell, Her taste overwhelms him but before he can lose himself in a sharp, hot, sting comes across his face… and he opens his eyes to see Angelica starring at him, her hands and eyes glowing a faint red..
Ya, that’s going to leave a mark…
“Were the hell have you been? We have been worried sick! Well that was until we saw you on the news… you could not even call me? Not even a “Baby I’m Alive?” Nothing????”
“You basterd! Why didn’t you fucking call me”
“Why did you leave us like that”
“Why did you leave me…”
With that she collapsed into his arms crying, slowly they both slide down to the floor… They sit there on the floor as Vance did most of the talking…
“I guess I just need to find myself, I don’t want to leave you… but I think I may need some time to get my head together… I still want to see you, but I just don’t know…”
With that they sat there, and both cried.
Vance woke up to a sound, reflexively pulling Angelica close and putting up a telekinetic shield.
“You know you two should get a room”
The hallway was gloomy, but that voice Vance knew very well…
“Hay Dwayne… I”
“I know” answered Dwayne, stepping out of the shadows. “I heard the entire thing, these halls have the bad habit of allowing voices to carry...”
With that Angelica’s eyes pop open… “Should I leave you two to talk?”
“Not necessary” holding out his hands, Dwayne, otherwise known as Night thrasher helps the two hero’s to their feet. “You are always welcome here Vance, being a member of the New Warriors is not mandatory, but once you are a member you are always welcome back…” and with that both Vance and Dwayne shake hands and hug
“Hay, you want to go get something to eat? You have to tell me about that Asgard adventure you had... I didn’t catch all of it”
Glancing at Angelica and Dwayne “Ya, I can use a bite”
“Umm” a quick high pinched voice echoes from around the corner “Can I come too, hearing you all talk from all the way down the hall has me hungry”
Glancing behind him Dwayne responds “Ya Robbie... come on... in civilian clothes”
“So where are we going?” asks Angelica leaning up against Vance’s chest.
“I know this amazing pizza place in the Bronx, they are open 24 hours too, and they have some of the BEST hot wings I have EVER had” answers Vance.
“Bronx hu…” Dwayne answers “Man I was in the Bronx last week”
“Kicking the crap out of a thug doesn’t count” Answers Vance with a smirk
With that they head off, arriving back at the Ambrose Building a little after 4am…
Reaching the Penthouse the doors again slowly open as Vance speaks “I’m heading out guys I have to be at work in 5 hours”
“Wow the glory of working at Stark Industries” comments Robbie in a sarcastic tone
“Hay it’s a job, besides using my TK to control 10 letters at once is kind of Zen”
Razing an eyebrow Dwayne glances back at Vance “You have been watching too much Karate Kid, you know you can always crash here”
“Besides I have something to show you” grabbing Vance by the hand Angelica leads Vance into the equipment room. “I was working on something before you got out of Jail; I want you to have it…”
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