THE GIFTED

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 19

LYDIA'S POV

five minutes prior

"Oh fuck." I groan, looking down at the now counting down numbers, "Oh absolutely mother-fucking fickity fuck fuck fuck." 

"The amount of fucks coming out of your mouth is not a good sign, baby," North says from the door as he grimaces at the mess around him. 

Sure, I should have probably cleaned my lab. And sure, the fact that my lab is a mess is the exact reason we are in this mess right now. BUT, that does not under any circumstances mean he should be judgy. 

"It's fine! It's totally cool, no need to panic at all! All it is, is some bright glowing numbers on a super cute pink square box, with some highly unstable chemicals in it! No need to panic at all." I rush out, running to the other side of the lab where all of my notebooks lay scattered around my desk, the notebooks that will tell me exactly what happens to be in the box. 

I really shouldn't have followed my fathers footsteps... it's one thing to be playing with nuclear weapons and shit, because at least you know what'll happen with the nuclear weapons. I'm not sure what happens to be in this box, simply because pink isn't the color I use for my nuclear weapons when I experiment. I use red for those weapons. Because red represents blood. 

"You have a bomb set in there?" North's voice slowly grew louder with each word, the strain to keep his tone quiet obvious in his voice. I should totally make him scream and yell, if annoying him doesn't work I'll just have to fuck him. I mean, all the guys told me he yells when he cares, and he hasn't really yelled yet, so I'm going to have to work on it!

"Technically, I mean, I have about seventeen bombs in here somewhere. And that's not even including the unknown chemical reaction bombs I have from some tech Loki gave me... normally I keep them all put up, but I haven't been able to sit down and organize anything lately so they're kinda just spread about." 

"I swear to God I am going to lock you in a fucking closet," North whispers harshly glaring from me to the ground as he clearly contemplates coming in here to save me. 

"Yeah, I wouldn't come in here Northy-poo," I pause, though the darkening glare on his face has me raising my hands and quickly continuing, "All I'm saying is I don't know where the bombs are and the reason I detonated this one is because I accidentally stepped on it. So it would be wise for you not to come in here."

"Then you come out of there!" If he was a cartoon his ears would be smoking and his nose starting to glow a fierce red color. Which would be cute, not gonna lie. I'm going to have to make this man blush at some point. 

 "I can't come out of here Northy! I have to figure out what is in the bomb to figure out how to reset it so it doesn't destroy my tower! I've only blown this room up three times, and I don't want to be grounded from my labs again!" Throwing my hands in the air, I spin on my heels and grab the black and yellow checkered notebook. 

Quickly opening it and flipping to the different colored tabs that divide each section of my experiments and ideas. The pink was normally reserved for the gifted section, things I learned or picked up from being with Hydra for so long. They were the perfect villians, because they talked about everything. Including ideas that they had. So obviously, I had to write down and work on those ideas. 

Bombs from the pink section were not a good thing. Because somehow the bombs would most likely coordinate with the mutant gene, and if it was in bomb form it was either an enhancer or a gene destroyer. And no one wanted or needed either one of those. 

"Lydia, you need to get your fucking ass out of that room right now!" North hisses, his eyes slowly seeming to turn a copper color, from their warm chocolate brown. Right... he's a metal manipulator. 

"You are so freaking bossy! I know what I'm doing, okay? I accidentally set off bombs all the time!" Probably was the wrong thing to say. If his glare was anything to go by. He needs a hug. Or Xanax.  

"Glad to see that four years later you still have a lovely affinity for pissing of brutes and blowing things up." 

The new voice has me spinning on my heels and glancing up from my book. He looked like the reenactment of Freddie off of the Scooby-Doo gang... but more secret-spy blonde ninja surfer boy than a preppy blonde rich football star. 

His eyes were crystal blue, not so much different than Gabriel's, except instead of the light and vibrant streaks of teal and aqua, his eyes held a blue so rich it looked like a cloudless sky with the sun blazing brightly. Except, his sun wasn't so bright, because the sadness in his eyes seemed to fill them with clouds and lightning. 

"Yeah... blowing shit up and pissing of cavemen are my favorite activities... do I know you?" 

"I met you in the past, which is conveniently the future," Blondie says, smirking slightly while patting North's shoulder. 

"That makes no mother-fucking sense Brandon! Would you stop fucking distracting Baby, before she blows us all up and I have to beat your ass?" 

"You couldn't beat my ass even if you tried, Northy," Brandon mocks, laughing as North spins on his heels and goes to punch him in his stomach. 

Rolling my eyes at the two ridiculous men, one I had been with the past few days and the other I had literally just met, I go back to flipping through the notebook. If I make all of these weapons I really want to know where they disappear to? 

"Found it!" I squeal, my smile at the minor accomplishment vanishing as I read through the prompt I wrote out about the pretty pink thing. Only I would come up with something so absolutely ridiculous. I should probably give all the alien tech and material properties that Loki gave me up to the government... nah, that'd be stupid. 

Tossing the notebook to Brandon, who catches it while still dodging North who really was glowing red now, I swiftly pick up the little pink bomb and rush out the door. 

Sure, we were supposed to be waiting for everyone on both teams to be kidnapped, so we could make a grand entrance, tell them the plan, and then actually put all of our heads together to plan the plan. It was Fury's idea, not mine. I just wanted to enact the plan without making a plan. But, apparently, jumping back into time to save your other mate's and possibly dying is something that you can't not tell your other mates. For whatever reason. So in order for this to be a 'sanctioned mission' or what the fuck ever, I've got to do it Fury's way. Which fucking blows. 

Brushing past the two men, well, brushing past Brandon and darting around North I take off running down the hall, towards my living room.