Spider-Man: Duty And Loss Chapter 91: Prepared

Laura tugged on the sleeve of her new jacket and top, looking at the sleek black and silver design. Next to her the rest of the avengers were getting ready to board the Quinjet. Why were they taking the Quinjet some might ask?

After Tony found the exact coordinates of Felicia's apartment and realized that the roof had enough room to fit his personalized Avenger's jet, he decided against using the car. Natasha looked down at Laura who was checking out her new threads and turned to Tony.

"How did you get it to fit so well?" Tony looked over for a second before he shrugged his shoulders and got back to work with the pad in his hand. Slung over his shoulder was a black backpack that none of them had seen before. "The scans I did yesterday took down her size."

Tony just caught the look of discomfort on Laura's face when he mentioned the scans. "I'm a billionaire with one of the best 3d printers in the world. A printer I may have done my own upgrades on. Once I found out she was going to come with us I asked Jarvis to make a combat suit that would protect her and blend in. No need to thank me."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she inspected the outfit, just as the elevator started to slow down. "Did it have to be a crop top though?" The outfit was tight fitting and allowed for freedom of movement, made up of a carbon fiber and Kevlar composite to protect the body; it was the perfect size for Laura.

Mirroring her earlier ware, it was a two piece split between jeans and top, with the top being a long sleeved black crop top and bottom being, black cargo pants with numerous pockets. For her hands she wore tight fitting black gloves that Tony had been wary to give her. Though he wasn't expecting a fight, the gloves would be ruined the instant her claws came out.

On her feet were a pair of knee high combat ridding boots that promised pain to anyone she kicked in the future. To finish out her new gear she wore a black leather motorcycle jacket on top. Tony looked over once again with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not a genius for nothing Nat, the whole Biker, Goth, Punk chick look she's got going for her totally fits her. I was only doing my civic duty making it obvious." Clint gave a small snicker, as Laura tilted her head. 'Do I really have a Biker, Punk, Goth look going for me?'

Natasha shook her head again as they all stepped out of the elevator. Dressed in casual clothes, the Avengers didn't look like they were about to go on a mission. As they were going into a civilian building and only planed to talk with Felecia they weren't going to fully suit up.

Though Nat, had two guns in her waist band, Clint had his foldable bow and arrows on the Quinjet and Steve was carrying his s.h.i.+eld, though it was covered, as they left the building. If something went down they could get ready in a second.

As they began to board the s.h.i.+p and prepared to leave, none of them noticed the figure 1 Km away on an opposing skysc.r.a.per, looking at them with binoculars. The figure slowly lowered the binoculars that had been trained on Laura and gave a predatory smile.

They continued to smile even as the s.h.i.+p took to the air and headed silently into the city. As they followed the s.h.i.+p with their yes they whispered to themselves. "Finally found you, b.i.t.c.h."

(Location Unknown)

*Hiss* The low noise of the door opening alerted the man to the woman coming in. Looking one more time at the mirror before him, Eric finished clasping the cape around his neck. Next to him, on a small table, was his signature helmet that s.h.i.+elded his thoughts from his long time friend.

Eric looked at the eyes staring back in the mirror glimpsing the small haunted look that came with them. He hadn't been like this since his early days, before he became the man he was today. Losing his children had brought him back to this level, something he hated.

His hands clenched for a second as Mystique stopped behind him. "The brotherhood is ready to go. Charles and his kids are making their move." Eric nodded, still looking at himself in the mirror. It was a full minute before he turned away and looked at the woman behind him.

Reaching down to grab his helmet he slowly placed it on and at that moment his eyes changed. Mystique just stopped the smile that wanted to appear, as she looked at the steely eyes staring back. Magneto starred at the open door as his commanding presence filled the room.

"We will leave immediately. I have business to attend to when we get back." With that he confidently strode out the door, ready to do battle with the world and the x-men. Mystique finally let herself smile as she watched him leave.

She didn't waste time as she fell in step behind him. 'This was the leader that had been missing these last few months. This was who they needed. What she wanted.'