Continued from: Marvel Genesis: Pyro #1 and Marvel Genesis: Pyro #2 and Marvel Genesis: Pyro #3
Now
Pyro shuffled out of his cell into a cloud of noxious foam. He coughed and spluttered as it coated him from head to toe.
“Sorry Mr Allerdyce,” said the guard with the canister doing the spraying “But because you can explode in flames we have to do this.”
He tried to speak but couldn’t, only coughing and wheezing. Also a pain like someone had rubbed sandpaper on his eyes. The guard held out a hand but Pyro slapped it away.
“I can get up me self,” wheezed Pyro.
“Okay sir,” replied the guard “When you’re ready please follow the blue line to th…”
“I’ve been in jail before mate!”
The guard shrugged and pointed to the blue line “When you’re ready.”
Pyro shook the excess goop off his fingers as he eyeballed the guard. His pyrokinesis felt nothing, like it was anesthetised but even so most everything in this facility seemed to made of chrome or stone. Slowly he shuffled along the blue line. When he arrived there were only eight people in the small room, two of them guards and the rest on two tables. One with four, the other with two and two of them women. Everyone was staring at him. Pyro shook his head; he’d be in prison before. There was obviously some sort of hierarchy.
“Just take a seat Mr Allerdyce,” said the guard who escorted him. “We’ll bring you your food.”
“First class eh?” he sneered as he looked at the two tables, the larger table with Steven ‘Scorcher’ Hudak holding court. Pyro walked up to the table.
“You’re in my seat,” he said to the young blonde man nearest him. The young man’s yellow eyes locked on the obnoxious Australian when Scorcher tapped the table.
“Let him sit Dragonwing,” said Steven “He won’t be here long.”
Dragonwing grunted, stood up knocking the chair over and walking off. Pyro flicked the chair back up with his foot as the guard placed a food tray in front of him. Pyro looked at the plate of purple lumps.
“And what the &^%$ is that?”
The guard went to speak when Scorcher interjected “Oh I’ll let him know, it’ll help us get to know each other.”
“No funny business please Mr Hudak,” said the guard.
“Cross my heart,” laughed Scorcher as he did the gesture as well. The guard walked back to the door.
Pyro pushed the plate away “Start talking while you got teeth Steve-o.”
**
Many years from now
Pyro lay on the stretcher. He was lucky to be alive. Sentry had in the past pulled the arm off Tombstone and the beat him to death with it. Mind you this was just after the incident with Wolverine and Bob’s wife, and Tombstone was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Can you hear me?” said the EMT technician looking into Pyro’s eyes with a flashlight “Pupils dilated, possible concussion.”
“…yup,” coughed Pyro “Am I dead?”
The technician chuckled “No, you’re not dead. Might wish you were though.”
“Sentry…still here?” Pyro asked cautiously.
“No, some Avengers emergency on the moon or something,” replied the technician “Now, are you allergic to Pym-acilin?”
Pyro eyes widened “What?”
“Pym-acilin?”
“You’re not injecting me with anything that has that wife beating, size changing nerds name on it!”
The technician shrugged and plunged the needle into Pyro’s neck “I’ll take that as you’re not. Besides it’s the law.”
To be continued…
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