mishaloganovich:

When they returned from Canada, Misha didn’t go back to the penthouse in the city. Dad insisted on taking both boys back to Xavier’s, something about SHIELD and how it wasn’t safe to wander the city with the head office going insane, but it hardly registered. Doc McCoy checked them over, but there was nothing to bandage. His brain was still a scrambled mess thanks to the Weapon X drug cocktail and the killing of Tessa Reece. Combined with the damage Red Room had done, one had nearly put him in a coma. The other only unhinged him.

In the days since the rescue, Misha kept to himself and away from the others. He needed to think, but his mind was a mishmash of images, some real, some not so real. Some kept him from sleeping while others only became clear when he managed to shut his eyes. Always the voice in his head calling him "bear cub" in that smug accent. The command to carry out his primary mission.

His primary mission would kill him, one way or another.

staturity:

Fourteen long, painful hours of labor and the baby Cassie carried for nine months was in her arms at last. Everything was taken care of, she was wheeled into a private room, urged to sleep after such a long delivery, and left alone (well, mostly left alone, her father at least, had left). Really, she should sleep. She was exhausted. But she also had an adrenaline rush from hell.

Mostly, though, she didn't want to let go of her son.

It was funny, Cassie thought Scotty would look like Nate but she saw more of herself in him. Of course it was obvious who his father was, given away by the features of his tiny face, not to mention his dark skin and hair.

"Hey baby." She said softly.

Please don't let Kang show up now. Please God, please.