Explanation
Natasha quickly shook her head.
“Wait a second. Amora? Loki? And what did Remy do that shocked her so much?”
Tony looked around. Everyone had questioning looks so he decided that he would have to explain.
“When I was on a solo mission as Iron Man, I stumbled upon a woman that was badly injured and passed out. Jarvis traced magic around her. But I couldn’t just put her in prison without knowing who she was so I brought her to my Malibu house and nursed her back to health. You maybe remember the time I said I had to stay in Japan for some time. I was in Malibu then. When she woke up, she told me that her name was Amora and that she was Loki’s girlfriend. She had tried to find Thor to convince him to help Loki. But she got captured and hurt. I decided to let her go and told her that she was free to come and go as she wished. The Malibu house was unused either way so it didn’t do me much. And she was not looking for fights with us. She thanked me and said that she would pay back the debt one day when I needed her the most. I just don’t understand her way of helping.”
Natasha seemed to accept that answer because she turned to Remy. He felt his heart start to beat faster. But he forced it to slow down. He couldn’t afford to get nervous now. He was not sure if he trusted them that much. But then he saw Logan nodding. If the feral trusted them…
“I’m an Omega Mutant.”
A few person’s eyes widened. Some of them didn’t understand. Logan came with an explanation.
“Omega Class Mutants are the most powerful mutants on the earth. There are not many of them. Only 14. 13 of them are known. Remy is the one no one but us knows about.”
“Sinister knows.”
Remy’s voice was tired.
“Sinister has known from the very beginning.”
Fury looked sharply at him.
“How powerful are you?”
Remy looked around but he didn’t see any hate or fear. They accepted him so far. Maybe Tony had been right.
“The first thing to say might be that I have more than one mutations. I can charge things with kinetic energy but you know that one. Kinetic energy means movement. The mutation allows me to sense movement. I am an empath. Can feel others feelings and let others feel my feelings if I let my shields down. I have shields in my brain. They make it impossible for telepaths to get into my head and makes any other mutant telepathic power useless against me. I can hypnotize people to the point when I force my own will upon them. I can charge up things without even touching them if I concentrate on it. But those are the powers I have left after Sinister’s surgery. If I had my full powers now, I could blow the whole Tower up with just a thought. Even now I have to hold back when I’m fighting.”
Almost everyone was staring at him. If he was that powerful… Blow the whole Tower up… Natasha took a deep breath.
“So that’s why you said that that Vertigo girl couldn’t make you dizzy or sick. Right?”
Remy nodded.
“Iggy…”
He quickly looked over towards Fury but the man didn’t say anything. Tony saw the cajun’s worry and sighed.
“Look cajun. No one will hurt you for saying those nicknames. They were your friends back then. It’s fine.”
Fury slowly nodded. That seemed to calm Remy because he continued to talk.
“Iggy’s powers are mental. She makes you believe that you are dizzy. My shields never let her do that.”
Clint tilted his head.
“Okay. I’m sorry for going back to this. But Loki?! Really. How on earth are you like Loki?”
Tony shrugged.
“She said that I’m like him. The whole ‘daddy issues’ thing and not really being understood by other people. I think that was what she was mostly looking at.”
Suddenly Friday asked quietly:
“Which memories would you like to see first? Boss’ or Remy’s?”
The two looked at each other. If a telepath had been present in the room he would have been shocked by the fact that both men were thinking about the same thing. ‘They will hate me when they see it’. Then Remy sighed.
“Let’s do mine first. There aren’t as many.”
Friday simply played the clip.
Remy was sitting on the floor in a small cell. The walls were covered with spikes which made it impossible for him to lean on anything. He was wearing some old ragged clothes and around his neck was a metal collar with a red light. His face was bruised and he had blood on the clothes. Suddenly the door opened and Victor Creed walked in. Remy looked up but didn’t move from his spot.
“Hey runt.”
His voice was almost friendly. Remy’s eyes widened a bit when he noticed that the feral held a small bundle in his arms. The fabric that the other thing were wrapped in was his leather coat. Creed closed the door and dropped the clothes on the floor. Remy looked from the clothes to Creed’s face.
“Co faire?”
Creed frowned.
“You know full well that I don’t understand cajun.”
Remy glared at him but then repeated it in english.
“Why?”
Creed crouched down in front of him.
“I’m not sorry for what I did back then. But what happened to you… You have to understand that I did it to protect you.”
Remy snorted.
“Yeah, right. You nearly clawed me open to protect me.”
“YES! What do you think the other’s would have done if I didn’t stop you? Vertigo might be the only person who would not kill you instantly. The other’s wouldn’t hesitate. I did what I had to do to save your life.”
Remy looked away from him.
“I didn’t ask you for it. I didn’t need your ‘help’. Maybe getting killed would have been better for me.”
Creed shook his head.
“Stop that whole depressed guy thing. It doesn’t fit you. Now change into your own clothes. Stryker and many of the other guards are out.”
Remy shook his head.
“No. I’m not doing this. I know how things around here work Creed. I’m not falling for it.”
It was quiet for a long moment and then Creed stood up.
“You’re good.”
He grabbed the cajun by his hair, pulled him up to his feet and started to drag him out of the room. He dragged him along to a big room with no furniture in it. There he dropped the man that sunk down into a sitting position again. Creed closed the door.
“I didn’t entirely lie. Stryker and the guards are out. And I’m going to have some fun.”
He crouched down, stilled for a few seconds and then jumped towards the man with his claws ready. But Remy was quicker. He rolled to the side and Creed landed on the floor. He spun around but the cajun was already by the door.
“And how do you expect to get out of the collar, runt? You know that the lock is impossible to pick. Even for you.”
Remy stilled with one hand on the handle. He closed his eyes.
“Why are you doing this Victor? What have I done to you that makes you hate me so much?”
His voice was soft and weak. Creed smirked.
“It’s Victor now, huh? What happened with ‘Creed’ and ‘monster’?”
No answer came so he continued.
“I hate you as much as a drug addict hates his drugs. That’s all you are to me. A drug. If you would just give up I could take you out of here right now. I’d keep you someplace safe. No one would ever hurt you again. You’ll give me your blood when I want it and I’ll make sure that you have anything you need. You just need to give up. Surrender to me and I swear that I will not let anyone hurt you.”
Remy slowly turned around.
“And my blood is the only thing you want?”
Creed wrinkled his nose.
“I’m not into men. You know that. No sex. Just blood.”
The cajun raised his hand towards the collar. Creed nodded.
“It comes off. Immediately.”
Remy looked down. He looked conflicted. They were both quiet for a few minutes and then he shook his head.
“I can’t. You’re a sick person Victor. You’re a murderer.”
And Creed looked positively furious. He jumped towards Remy but once again the cajun was faster. He dove under Creed and when the feral looked at him again, he was holding a small key in his hand. He put it up and unlocked the collar. It fell onto the floor and Remy looked at Creed with purple eyes.
“You really shouldn’t have taken the key with you.”
Then he charged the key and threw it at the feral. The power of the blast threw the man backwards and he crashed through the door ripping it off it’s hinges. Remy walked out of the room and stepped over Creed’s unconscious body. He headed towards his old cell, picking some small stones up on the way. He blasted the door open and quickly changed into his old clothes. Then he headed to where he knew the exit was. A small smile appeared on his face when he pulled a card out.
The clip ended. Remy was pale but collected. Wanda and Tony looked furious while the others had different grades of shock written all over their faces. The first person to speak was Clint.
“You were considering it, right? Going with him.”
Remy nodded slowly.
“It was tempting. Getting out of there. The only thing he wanted in return was my blood. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t that person anymore. I wanted to be a good person.”
Wanda took his hand.
“You ARE a good person Remy.”
Logan nodded.
“Victor is a sick person. I’m glad you had enough sense to trust me back then and get away from him.”
‘And trusted me not to use you like he did.’ Logan didn’t say that but they both understood. Then Fury suddenly asked:
“What was that thing around your neck?”
The cajun winced.
“A Genoshian collar. They stop mutant powers. However strong you are. Once it’s on, you can’t use them. At all.”
Fury looked almost impressed by the fact that something like that existed. Sam took the opportunity to lighten the mood up a bit.
“That stealing thing was awesome. Really.”
Remy smiled softly but was still pale so Tony quickly said:
“Let’s take one of mine now.”
They all understood that he was trying to deflect the attention from the cajun so that he could get some time to collect himself. Everyone turned back to the screed and Friday switched to the clips about Tony.