"Tess, this is not a good idea," Bex said as she watched Theresa pull back her hair into a ponytail. Securing her hair tightly, Theresa answered,
"I'm well-aware."
"Ivanov warned us that...whatever we are is borderline uncontrollable right now, and you want to go do some vigilante-type work which is already illegal to begin with?"
Theresa took out a kevlar vest and put it on, zipping it up. She then began to root through her weapons case to decide what she should bring with her.
"Reiterating that doesn't make me anymore aware of the fact that this is an objectively bad idea."
"I'm coming with you."
"No, one Inhuman who doesn't know what they're capable of is enough." Theresa picked up a pair of lightweight, collapsable batons. "Besides I won't be alone. The tip came from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."
"I didn't know you knew the Devil."
"I don't, but he seems to be on the right side of the law," Theresa answered, the lie falling easily. "...as much as a vigilante can be anyway."
"Well, try not to be Inhuman tonight."
"Right, control the uncontrollable. Solid plan."
Bex went home while Theresa dusted off her motorcycle to be used. Admittedly, the idea that Theresa could exhibit bizarre, not-so-subtle powers at any point made her a little uneasy, but hey, that's what her mask was for. Theresa's bike was parked and then she went to meet Matt, on a rooftop, no less.
For the first time, Matt was in his vigilante getup and he wasn't visibly injured. Theresa supposed that was because the night was still young. Matt noticed when she arrived, but for obvious reasons didn't have to look at her to know that. It was only when she came to stand beside him that he did a double-take of sorts.
"You're different."
Theresa considered playing dumb, but unfortunately, Matt was the only person that it would be extraordinarily difficult to lie to, considering his meticulous attention to, well, everything.
"And you're a psychic, I guess."
"What happened?"
"Long story. So what happened?"
Matt had a brief look on the lower half of his face that said he was definitely going to bring it up again later. Theresa could only hope she could figure out the best way to explain it by then.
"Listened to a Russian get murdered by corrupt cops in a police station. Found my way here." Matt's business tone of voice changed slightly into something of concern. "Are you sure you can do this right now?"
"Matthew."
"Yeah. Let's go."
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"Interlock your fingers behind your head and on your knees! Both of you! Do it! Do it now!"
Theresa supposed that it wouldn't be a definitely illegal vigilante quest if there weren't police involved in some capacity. So, even though she much rather wouldn't, Theresa followed the instructions, thinking about how it would be a grand time for the revelation of some insanely cool powers.
It wasn't long before the cops were unconscious on the ground. Theresa's eyes fell on Vladimir who laid on the ground, bloodied and beaten.
"How bad are you hurt?" Matt asked, his chest heaving in exertion.
Vladimir spat up blood while muttering something angrily in Russian. He reached for the gun nearby and Matt responded by knocking him out.
"Well, he wants to kill you for what you've done," Theresa translated casually. Matt looked like he'd forgotten for a moment that it was one of the languages that she was fluent in. Then he shifted his head slightly.
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The Chosen ✗ A Marvel Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Becoming Inhuman isn't just something that happens. It's something that we choose and in choosing, we become who we were always meant to be." Theresa Moore and Rebecca Dixon were pushed together just weeks after Theresa's return to New York followi...
