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browngirlTitle: Too Late, Baby
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Characters: Angel Salvadore; Darwin, Shaw
Summary: No point to changing her mind now.
Content Advisory: Canon violence, a curse or two, movie spoilers.
Acknowledgements: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
firstclass100's "Change" prompt.
Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Darwin's gonna die.
Angel stumbles backwards, Mr. Shaw's hand encasing hers, unable to watch where she's going. Darwin shivers, choking on the ball of energy Mr. Shaw shoved down his throat, flashing desperately from one material to another.
He tried to stop her from going with Shaw, which was stupid, which was fucking noble bullshit, but the curdling in Angel's guts isn't anger at all. She almost pulls forward when Darwin starts to disintegrate before her eyes, but red smoke curls around her and with a thunderclap she's standing on creamy carpet in an enclosed room. Inside a submarine.
Shaw squeezes her hand, just barely, but her fingers creak. The choice is made, there's no point to changing her mind now. Taking a deep breath, she exhales the last of the CIA and puts Raven and the boys from her mind; as she looks up at Mr. Shaw, Angel makes herself smile.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No point to changing her mind now.
Content Advisory: Canon violence, a curse or two, movie spoilers.
Acknowledgements: Written for
firstclass100's "Change" prompt. Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Darwin's gonna die.
Angel stumbles backwards, Mr. Shaw's hand encasing hers, unable to watch where she's going. Darwin shivers, choking on the ball of energy Mr. Shaw shoved down his throat, flashing desperately from one material to another.
He tried to stop her from going with Shaw, which was stupid, which was fucking noble bullshit, but the curdling in Angel's guts isn't anger at all. She almost pulls forward when Darwin starts to disintegrate before her eyes, but red smoke curls around her and with a thunderclap she's standing on creamy carpet in an enclosed room. Inside a submarine.
Shaw squeezes her hand, just barely, but her fingers creak. The choice is made, there's no point to changing her mind now. Taking a deep breath, she exhales the last of the CIA and puts Raven and the boys from her mind; as she looks up at Mr. Shaw, Angel makes herself smile.
