Family First

December 17, 2017:

Lorna and Darcy make plans to help the suffering people of Genosha

X-mansion

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NPCs: None.

Mentions: Magneto, Pietro, Wanda, SHIELD

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Lorna came up from the basement where the portal to Genosha was being kept hidden from the usual slew of students and trouble makers. Her green hair a mess as she dragged a hand through it and made her way to the main floor. She wore a green tank top, reinforced with iron alloys, her sleeves slashed up the sides in an attempt to get some air, the heat of Genosha was oppressive to her and she hated it. Dark green skinny jeans fed into high topped black boots, and a backpack remained slung over her shoulders.

Lorna dodged a younger student that was remaining at the school over the holidays, and mentally cursed something about children, as she made her way to the kitchen.

With a wave of her hand the kitchen's fridge opened and she started to rummage around for snack goods. Go figure that a war torn country lacked good snacks.

*

Darcy came by to put presents under the tree. Because she had a list, and she'd made sure to check it twice. She knew who's family was naughty or nice, and who stayed here for the holidays and thus who needed presents. The rummaging in the kitchen catches her attention, and Darcy pushes up to head that way.

"Wow. You look like fucking shit," she remarks of Lorna while leaning on the the doorframe.

*

Lorna popped her head up from munching away on some left over fried chicken, and closed the door behind her with a thought. She arched a brow as she looked over Darcy once. "I've been in a war zone. What do you think that looks like? My make up has been left behind, and oh right, military unit showers suck. Though I guess I should be counted lucky that the base has running water." She drawled, and took off another bite of the drumstick and popped the remains into the trash can.

"What have you been up to?"

*

"Well… like shit. So, you're a step up?" Darcy retorts, grinning. The worry is there in her eyes for those keen enough to spot it.

"Oh, the usual SHIELD mind numbing paperwork. You've got a present under the tree," she says laxadazically.

*

Lorna grabbed for some paper towels to wipe her hands off and glanced back to Darcy, her brows pinched faintly. "How much do you know about the situation in Genosha?" She leaned against the counter and helped herself to a can of soda that someone had left out—unopened at least.

"Because I'll tell you right now, there are a lot of people that need way more help than I can manage on my own. Marcos and I keep trying to bring supplies, but it's on such a massive scale.." She exhaled a breath. "Millions of people are on that island."

*

And the weight of it pulls down on Darcy's shoulders and her eyes grow sad.

"That the government is a piece of shit and not talking about it. Talk sin the UN are stalled. None of the usual organizations are able to do anything if they know that there's a thing to do at all. I've been trying to pull SHIELD resources sidewise, but it I pull too hard, I'm going to get shut down and with the recent OMFG Hydra bullshit still making people nervous, me funneling aide is definitely too little too late if at all." And Darcy is not happy about it at all.

"If I managed to funnel shit here could you get it there? Organizing a aeral drop into a combat zone everyone is ignoring is worse than planning a surprise part for the office busybody.

*

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Lorna exhaled a breath, closing her eyes briefly. "Nate wanted to know why SHIELD wasn't getting involved at all. I guess that explains it." Green eyes opened as she looked over Darcy. "I don't know if it will work, bringing supplies on that scale here and then taking them to Genosha.. It could be messy. The X-men can't have a visible presence over there. It's why I was sent. I haven't been an active member in years."

A sharp grimace pulled at her lips and she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"I'm worried that the lack of international movement will just give my father a stronger grip on the populace over there… Allow him to spin whatever he wants. Because well, no one else seems to care. There's human trafficking going on, and all kinds of shit.. It's bad Darcy."

*

"neither can SHIELD. The time I went, I got told that if I got caught, I was on my own. Completely. Disavow and the whole nine. I'm seriously pissed and honestly half tempted to track down a HYDRA agent and feed him some believable bullshit about the area that'll get HYDRA interested so that SHIELD'll finally think it's something they need to step into," She sats and then as Lorna describes the situation that same fire that spurred her flipping off SHIELD agents in New Mexico, that had her standing up to Apocalypse, that… Darcy hangs her head.

"Fuck, we're all so helpless."

*

Lorna's features creased, her brows pinched as she watched Darcy hang her head and she pushed off the counter. "My father is planning something, Darcy. He said that he'll have full control of the island in less than two months. He's put me and Marcos on the council for Genosha's ruling. But make no mistakes.. He's the one in charge. His acolytes will follow him no matter what. They've taken to calling me 'Princess'. It's bullshit." She exhaled a breath.

Her hand made to lightly touch Darcy's shoulder. "He's let out that I'm his kid, so one way or another word is going to spread that Magneto has his heir. If I don't take that position on the island then there is no one that can limit what he's doing. I have to stay. I'm going to be talking to one of the island's other factions. This guy named Zealot, that's fighting against Magneto. His brother, Phillip thinks that something can be done to work out peace." Her lips thinned together.

*

Darcy's head lifts as Lorna's hand comes to her shoulder, and the weight of being so angry and wanting to help, of finally having the connections to DO something and make a real difference but not being listened to in the slightest, is a real thing in Darcy's gaze. It has her frowning and her brows pulling together.

"I want to help. I want to DO something. But everything I've tried… Lorna, there's nothing I can do. This is a sociopolitical fight on the knife's edge to world war three and I can't get a damned soul to hear me out on it. Short of rerouting multiple shipments from hundreds of field offices to a single drop point, somehow getting the Bus in there, loaded, and then landing the damn thing… in the middle of combat, and having it UNLOADED…" Darcy's words wobble a bit, but it's clearly been a thing she's thought about over and over and over and over and none of the scenarios stand even a remote snowball's chance in hell of having the supplies reach the right faction.

"Are you needing… poilitcal advice? I mean… it's almost the only thing I might still be any good at, at this point. Not that even I put much stalk in that any more. What a worthless degree."

*

A shrug followed and the green haired mutant sighed heavily. "Yeah, political advice would be worthwhile. I don't know what I'm doing over there Darcy. I try to lean my father's council toward something more progressive.. and I get the feeling that he's humoring me for some reason."

Lorna paused for a moment and then retracted her hand as a thought occured to her, a combination of what her father had said and Darcy's words and she exhaled a breath. "You can't drop supplies off anywhere near Genosha. It would come back to you, but what if they were meant for some place else? Or put into storage. Or something." She pursed her lips. "My father still has the Brotherhood. More or less. He confirmed it for me last night. What if the Brotherhood stole the supplies?" She arched a brow.

"A warehouse would be safest." She murmured, drawing back in thought. "Less chances of a body count.."

*

"Well.. Yeah. There are warehouses all up and down the-" Darcy's words cut short the moment her mind catches up to Lorna's. A wide smile appears. She turns to push to the fridge where she can grab the shoping list and pen. back to the counter, and Darcy starts to frantically write things down.

"It's perfect. It's elegant. It's simple. Guards are minimal unless we're about to move a shipment in and out. We're in the middle of a few field office refits, and the bulk of their supplies are being housed until the construction work is done. Three more weeks at least. More if I slow the requistion pipeline by a few hours each time. Easy enough to do without anything appearing suspicious. IT's not food, but weapons, ammunition, armor, medical supplies… I'll see if I can't find a way to get in with the Mess Hall staff… see if i can't track down the food vendors. If there's a warehouse there…" Darcy straightens to read over the address and time intervals with numbers she wrote out before holding hte paper out to Lorna.

"Rewrite this, in your own handwriting. Then burn this paper. It gets out I devulged this info, it's my ass and Ill be little more than one broke girl waitressing in a diner wearing a hideuous yellow uniform."

*

Lorna arched a brow, her lips twitching faintly. "If you can move the weapons out of there, it would be better. I don't want to see weapons getting introduced to the island anymore. There's already a lot of mutants and mutates there with powers. Not many are powerful, but it could be troublesome." She murmured, her nose wrinkling. "Never mind that I'd rather not see the Brotherhood get more than they have. But medicial supplies? Anything like that and survival gear will be useful for sure." She murmured and took the paper Darcy held out to her.

"I will, I promise. And I have a feeling that it will be worse than you just getting fired if word gets out about the intel. How about both of us wearing orange jumpsuits.. Hmm?" She glanced over the scrap of paper and tucked it away into the pocket of her pants.

"Building supplies are a plus, glass, plastics.. Anything steel I've been working on myself. So that's less of an issue. Clean water and food has been problematic. Clothes. Blankets."

*

"I've got some FEMA staging warehouses in my database at work. I'll bring you a list. And I'll try to set up a weapons transfer out of that warehouse. But timing has to be just so or it'll look fishy," Darcy says, resolutely NOT talking about possibly ending up in prison for this. Orange is the new black, and fuck everyone else.

"Medical will have shock blankets and medbay blankets. I'll look for a uniform's facility. Anything else in particular I should keep my eyes out for?"

*

Lorna grimaced faintly in thought, she couldn't help it. "Clean water tablets, anything as far as water safety would be useful. Temporary shelters. That sort of thing. It should work. I'll let you know if I think of anything else. The food should be shelf stable of course.. not require much in terms of heating. The island is tropical, so blankets are minimal in terms of what's required but I know it's a morale thing." She murmured.

"Most people are struggling with those basics. Timing wise, it shouldn't be too bad. The Brotherhood has been active lately, so them hitting warehouses and including this one shouldn't come across too horribly. My father will be happy to hear I've taken an interest in the family business. Such as it was.." She trailed off, looking to Darcy.

"I told him about Pietro and Wanda. I don't know if I'm related to them in this reality.. but I promise… I'll try to do my best for both of them, Darcy."

*

On another shoping list, Darcy takes notes.. In her own special scribble. She's nodding, mind settling onto which warehouse has what or where she could fuel the needed goods… She's pondering when Lorna drops the name and… Darcy's hamster wheel screeches to a stop.

Pietro. AND Wanda. For a long moment Darcy's quiet. She blinks her eyes hard several times before her eyes stop trying to tear. A stiff shoulder is lifted. Darcy nods woodenly.

"Good," she clips coldly, voice hollow and flat and fuck all of that right now. If you love a thing, you let it go… and if it comes back… This wasn't meant to be. Darcy turns away sharply to put the shoppinglist back on the fridge, in vain trying to hide that she's lost control of those tears. Dammit.

*

On another shoping list, Darcy takes notes.. In her own special scribble. She's nodding, mind settling onto which warehouse has what or where she could fuel the needed goods… She's pondering when Lorna drops the name and… Darcy's hamster wheel screeches to a stop.

Pietro. AND Wanda. For a long moment Darcy's quiet. She blinks her eyes hard several times before her eyes stop trying to tear. A stiff shoulder is lifted. Darcy nods woodenly.

"Good," she clips coldly, voice hollow and flat and fuck all of that right now. If you love a thing, you let it go… and if it comes back… This wasn't meant to be. Darcy turns away sharply to put the shoppinglist back on the fridge, in vain trying to hide that she's lost control of those tears. Dammit.

*

Lorna sighed heavily she knew what mentioning Pietro and Wanda would do to Darcy, but it had to be said. The woman deserved to know, and not be left in the dark.

"I spoke to Magneto about them. He had no idea about them. At all. So, I'll be reaching out to them again. If there's a chance I can get them to come to Genosha, I'll do my best, Darcy. Otherwise…" She didn't have to say what would happen otherwise. It was a given.

*

It was better to know, to have someone trying to look after them, than… be left wondering, and perchance to run into each other… or worse. Be put on the task force to take him down because… She stopped him once upon a time, when he wasn't in his right mind.

Darcy's shoulders shudder, silent sobs. These will be her last, Darcy promises herself. She promised him she was going to let him go. Because it was what he asked her for. He needed to run, to refind himself. It wasn't said then but there was always the chance… that what he'd find wasn't going to include her any more.

"It's fine," she says after a moment. Voice level again. She pressed the hem of her sleeve to her eyes before turning around. Her face is tense, yes, and older looking than is normal for her, but there's something akin to peace. Maybe it's resolve… or resignation.

"The Pietro I knew was killed by Apocalypse. I shot that fucker in the face. We haven't heard from him since. Everyone else with that name… just happen to have the same name." …and physical appearance… and abilities. But.. not the same soul, the same heart. Darcy's rarely been one to love on the physical alone. That's for the funsies. Love is something deeper.

"Do what you can. Otherwise, if they run into issues here, that's on them. I know what my job might entitle if that happens. Did you need anything else?"

*

Lorna shook her head, though as Darcy turned away and her shoulders shuddered she gave the other woman her moment. She hated feeling vulnerable. Hated feeling weak. She wasn't a hugger, or big on physical affection. Those that she'd welcome a hug from could be counted on one hand. So she didn't attempt to make Darcy feel better through a hug. Though when the woman turned back around she nodded at the 'it's fine'. It wasn't fine, that was the point of getting through the conversation.

Because it wasn't fine. And that was okay too.

"I still believe they're my siblings on some level. My father denied any knowledge of a woman with the last name Maximoff. He said the name wasn't familar. I'll ask Jamie to see what information he can find on birth certificates or on any records he can find prior to the gala attack. It might help us figure that much out at least." She murmured.

"And I know what your job entails. It's what I'm trying to prevent. Because if they're my half siblings then they're just as much my responsibility. The same as playing watch dog on my own father.."

*

"Family's important. If I can help, I will. Right now. I'm going to start with the supply relocations. That, at least, is something I can do," Darcy says. Her calm is resigned and tired.

*

Lorna grimaced faintly, "My family has always been this nebulous sort of… mess.. I guess. Foster parents, and then adoption. Lied to about who my parents were. Surprise! You're 18 and everything is a lie. The only family that I've ever been able to count on is in this house. This school. They're the ones that have been there for me. My father told me last night.. that family to him would always come second to his self proclaimed war." She sneered.

"I won't let Pietro and Wanda slip by if I can help it. I won't let them become second to that. You have my word. Family doesn't come second to me."

*

Darcy smiles at this, but doesn't give voice to what Lorna's words make her feel about that decision about Lorna and kids some weeks ago.

"Thanks. …You're a fucking badass," Darcy says, lingering a moment before turning to let herself out of the kitchen and back toward the tree.

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