[The only thing that John felt was stabbing pain and a resigned and wrathful sort of dread the moment Mystique foot crushed his fingers. It's over, he thought. A pained cry had escaped his throat; he was utterly defenseless to stop her from stripping him of his gauntlets, against the hot, sibilant promises she made into his ear. It chilled him, sent a cold slide into his gut.
She wasn't lying, and what could he really fucking expect, trying to rob her of her powers again? A thank you? He had rolled over then, his hazel eyes ablaze with hatred and defiance as he looked in her eyes and waited for her to stop chatting about her fucking revenge and just take it.
But the dart didn't land - and will damn wonders never cease - instead Kitty's panicked, determined face appeared and she landed on him instead; he felt nothing but the jarring pain of her small hand on his crushed wrist and then... nothing. No piercing dart, just... Kitty, and a strange numbness, a tingling all over.
His eyes are wide, his mouth open as he breaths heavily and cranes his neck to look at her. Saving him.
Then his gaze lifts, distracted by movement, and sees Kevin wrap a hand around Mystique's.]
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She wasn't lying, and what could he really fucking expect, trying to rob her of her powers again? A thank you? He had rolled over then, his hazel eyes ablaze with hatred and defiance as he looked in her eyes and waited for her to stop chatting about her fucking revenge and just take it.
But the dart didn't land - and will damn wonders never cease - instead Kitty's panicked, determined face appeared and she landed on him instead; he felt nothing but the jarring pain of her small hand on his crushed wrist and then... nothing. No piercing dart, just... Kitty, and a strange numbness, a tingling all over.
His eyes are wide, his mouth open as he breaths heavily and cranes his neck to look at her. Saving him.
Then his gaze lifts, distracted by movement, and sees Kevin wrap a hand around Mystique's.]