Chapter 9
“He's out of containment!” Skye's head whipped around from the screen she was using to give her report to Coulson and towards the hall where an agent was rushing past with a I.C.E.R. in hand, the panicked shout having alerted everyone.
Skye bolted out of the room without a word, knowing that Coulson wouldn't be far behind her and into the hall where she froze at the sight that greeted her.
Peter, fully shifted and taking up way to much space to be able to maneuver easily in the hallway was trying to swat at the agents who were approaching. He shrugged off a hit from an I.C.E.R and then started charging down the hall, simply bowling over anyone who was in his way.
Skye lifted a hand and blasted the inhuman backwards. He yelped and pawed at the side of his head at the sonic blast before lifting his head to face her again, a snarl distorting his already distorted features even more.
“A.C.!!” She yelled over her shoulder, hoping that Coulson had an I.C.E.R. either on him or in his office and that he would get to it quickly. Until then, she lifted her arms once more and forced the Inhuman back and away from the fallen agents with a concussive blast.
“Skye, move!” Skye was ducking out of the way almost before the order had completely left Coulson's lips, leaving the director plenty of room to pump a full round of dendratoxin into Peter's chest. The shiffter crumpled to the ground almost immediately afterwards.
“Everyone okay?” Skye asked, moving to help the agents to their feet. “Who needs medical attention?”
When everyone was sorted out and Peter was returned to a containment room, a new one because his old one had the door thrown halfway down the hallway. Skye and Coulson both went to check the footage and figure out how he'd gotten out.
“Okay, so he's super freaky strong when he's like that. Awesome.” Skye commented when they saw Peter shift, his eyes glowing blue and claws springing from his fingertips, he proceeded to grab the door and shove it open. Then, once he was out in the hallway he shifted fully, grabbed the door and throwing it at an agent who was rushing towards him.
“How on earth are we supposed to stop him from ripping off the next door?” Skye asked, throwing her hands into the air in frustration.
“I'll talk to Fitz and Mack, see if we can get something rigged up before the sedatives wear off.”
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By the time that Peter woke up almost half an hour later, Fitz had rigged the door to give an electric shock (“S-strong enough t-to knock out an el-elephant. P-probably.” He'd said) to anyone who leaned against it or put pressure on it.
When Peter woke up, he stared at the ceiling for several minutes before bursting out laughing.
Skye watched impassionately from the doorway, keeping silent until he was just chuckling softly to himself.
“Why did you try to escape?” Skye asked. Peter glanced at her, smiled and then turned his gaze back to the ceiling. “Are you going to continue with the silent treatment? That would make this day three and it's beginning to get ridiculous. We only have a couple questions for you. They're really not that hard to answer either. Do you know how your powers work? When did you get them? We know you're lying when you claim that you can't remember.”
Peter stared at for a long moment before laughing again, loud and long and little bit hysterical.
“Alright, alright. I give in, but I have some questions for you. Yes, I know how my “powers” as you insist on calling them, work. As to when I got them, I was born with them. I've always been this way.”
“Wha-how? No one is born an Inhuman, at least not as far as we've seen. No one is just born with powers like that!” Skye blurted, confused and frustrated.
Peter just grinned at her for a minute before suddenly asking, “What do you know about kelpies?” Skye blinked at the the sudden non sequitur. “What about merman? Selkies? Kitsune? Banshees? Werewolves? What's a nematon? What's a druid?”
“I know some of those, but they're all different mythological creatures.” Skyes finally replied, interrupting Peter as he continued to list different species.
“You know, for an intelligence agency you seem to be lacking some pretty pertinent intelligence about the world around you.” After that he refused to say anything more, turning his back to Skye and falling asleep, or at least pretending to be asleep.