Mystique
Mystique used her powers. She Turned into Coulson. Her eyes glowed with glee. "You killed hundreds of innocent women, children and men in the battle with Loki." She knew this wouldn't do much. So she said more. "You are hated even by your own people. You will never be truly loved by anyone. You are used for your looks."
She wanted more pain, more anger. So she Changed into Stark. Mystique's eyes glowed. "You are both utter failures. We only took you in out of pity." The last part was directed more toward Romanoff. "You are nothing, just a third wheel." The mutant wasn't sure how much this would upset Romanoff, but she was guessing not much.
So once again, she Changed, this time into Bruce Banner. Okay, maybe Mystique didn't have every little detail planned out, but she was doing fine so far. Her arms came up, hands balled into fists, and she pounded on the table. "Every time we have to save the world, I just want to get rid of you. You only hurt people. You are a danger to yourself and those around you." The blue woman was having fun. This was too good to be true.
Next, she Turned into Hawkeye. Her voice was tight, maintaining a sense of hatred, or dislike. "You ruined my life, and millions of other people's. You killed without having to. You kill for fun. You are a cold-blooded murderer, Natasha Romanoff."
Then it was into Romanoff's body. "Even I don't like you, or should I say myself," She said, her voice dripping with disgust. "I make myself sick." She was speaking the truth, Romanoff disgusted Mystique. "You're too mean, I don't like you. You make me want to scream at the top of my lungs. You make me want to die. I don't understand how you can murder innocents and feel nothing." Now Mystique was done, so she returned to her natural body. Leaning back, she waited for her imminent death.
Mystique used her powers. She Turned into Coulson. Her eyes glowed with glee. "You killed hundreds of innocent women, children and men in the battle with Loki." She knew this wouldn't do much. So she said more. "You are hated even by your own people. You will never be truly loved by anyone. You are used for your looks."
She wanted more pain, more anger. So she Changed into Stark. Mystique's eyes glowed. "You are both utter failures. We only took you in out of pity." The last part was directed more toward Romanoff. "You are nothing, just a third wheel." The mutant wasn't sure how much this would upset Romanoff, but she was guessing not much.
So once again, she Changed, this time into Bruce Banner. Okay, maybe Mystique didn't have every little detail planned out, but she was doing fine so far. Her arms came up, hands balled into fists, and she pounded on the table. "Every time we have to save the world, I just want to get rid of you. You only hurt people. You are a danger to yourself and those around you." The blue woman was having fun. This was too good to be true.
Next, she Turned into Hawkeye. Her voice was tight, maintaining a sense of hatred, or dislike. "You ruined my life, and millions of other people's. You killed without having to. You kill for fun. You are a cold-blooded murderer, Natasha Romanoff."
Then it was into Romanoff's body. "Even I don't like you, or should I say myself," She said, her voice dripping with disgust. "I make myself sick." She was speaking the truth, Romanoff disgusted Mystique. "You're too mean, I don't like you. You make me want to scream at the top of my lungs. You make me want to die. I don't understand how you can murder innocents and feel nothing." Now Mystique was done, so she returned to her natural body. Leaning back, she waited for her imminent death.














