Oh, oh no… Oh no.
Uh. Can you not, sir?
Loki’s mind is far afield.
Do you know what time it is, Bruce?
Get into work right now.
You got the lightning. Light the bastards up.
"And you are clearly a man of wealth, or you would not be bound for America, now who shall we inform for your ransom?" The young man in front of him was not the Captain, but he was doing his dirty work for him and Edward was vaguely insulted he’d been left with this snip of a lad rather than afforded the man who’d decided to kidnap him in the first place.
"You are far too young to be caught up in this, boy" Edward sighed, folding his arms and resisted a smirk as the boy cowed slightly, obviously used to his station as a pirate instilling the fear he could not draw from his captives himself. "What’s your name?"
"…Tom" The boy quietly replied a few moments later, looking more and more lost every second as Edward refused to play the terrified hostage and he’d decided in that moment when he had gotten himself out of this mess, he would taking Tom with him.
Charles struggled to control his breathing as he sat huddled at the bottom of the wardrobe, hands over his ears and the dust trying to tickle him into what could be an incredibly fatal sneeze when the wardrobe door was flung open, and Charles scurried back, ready to kick out at his attacker when needed.
"Charles! I’m not sure which is worse anymore, Shaw or the Ghost!" Erik reached in, pulling his lover out and into his arms, where Charles instantly collapsed, wrapping his arms around Erik’s neck "Let’s get out of here,now."
Charles nodded against Erik’s neck , about to pull back when he noticed the figure advancing from the door over his shoulder, which was the last thing he remembered before the heavy metal baseball bat collided with his skull.
1.) Give me a pairing.
2.) Give me an AU setting.
3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.