The next part should explain John's powers more and hopefully set up for the further 'UK Avengers.'
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He didn't see his brother Mycroft again until weeks later; the man heavily bandaged up and escorted to their home by SHIELD ops. The ginger haired man was tight lipped from that day on and Sherlock knew. The look on his face showed it all.
'My fault. It is all my fault.'
Sherlock vowed to never get involved with another person, to not have them close to him again. His wish ended up being partly granted when Mycroft left him behind, only keeping in contact in the shadows.
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Sherlock sucked in the cigarette he managed to steal from one of the officer's pockets.
'Why am I recalling such sentimental feelings now?'
Sherlock knew why. John Watson. The ex medical army veteran that was current housed in the same vicinity as himself.
When Mike Stamford approached Sherlock the detective was leery. He didn't want another flatmate; not fully control over his powers. Sherlock tried everything, drugs and what not, and found that the Work was the only solution. When his mind wandered so did his powers so he needed something to keep it in check.
Unfortunately the Yard would give him cases that were not suitable for his mind so it would end up having his powers emerge. Like on his last female roommate before he met John.
'She should be happy that her pubic hairs can grow back as well as the hair on her head.'
Surprising John Watson seem slightly immune to his powers for some reason. Outside of a few injuries he didn't seem to be in any permanent mental nor physical harm. No incidents in the flat, no explosions, nothing so far that would be a hassle. Sherlock prepared himself regardless; to make sure he wouldn't feel pain when John left or met his demise.
He told himself he would not go through sentiment. Not after seeing the look on his brother's face those years ago; as if he was a monster to be feared.
The black haired male breathed in another drag before blowing out a wisp of smoke. He watched lazily, already bored, as he waited for John to show up eventually.
Lestrade had another case for him but so far it seemed like a five at the most. A heist of metals as well as machines from a former associate of his from the university he attended for one year.
One year because the teachers were so boring and stupid. One year because he almost burnt the school down after arguing with one Sebastian Wilkes.
'I should had burnt the school down; maybe then I wouldn't have to work for Sebastian again.' He saw John approach in the distance and stubbed out his fag. Sherlock knew the doctor would know but it was smoking or experimenting with his powers on the fool Anderson and he would rather do the former than the later.
Wrath of the machines 7/?
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He didn't see his brother Mycroft again until weeks later; the man heavily bandaged up and escorted to their home by SHIELD ops. The ginger haired man was tight lipped from that day on and Sherlock knew. The look on his face showed it all.
'My fault. It is all my fault.'
Sherlock vowed to never get involved with another person, to not have them close to him again. His wish ended up being partly granted when Mycroft left him behind, only keeping in contact in the shadows.
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Sherlock sucked in the cigarette he managed to steal from one of the officer's pockets.
'Why am I recalling such sentimental feelings now?'
Sherlock knew why. John Watson. The ex medical army veteran that was current housed in the same vicinity as himself.
When Mike Stamford approached Sherlock the detective was leery. He didn't want another flatmate; not fully control over his powers. Sherlock tried everything, drugs and what not, and found that the Work was the only solution. When his mind wandered so did his powers so he needed something to keep it in check.
Unfortunately the Yard would give him cases that were not suitable for his mind so it would end up having his powers emerge. Like on his last female roommate before he met John.
'She should be happy that her pubic hairs can grow back as well as the hair on her head.'
Surprising John Watson seem slightly immune to his powers for some reason. Outside of a few injuries he didn't seem to be in any permanent mental nor physical harm. No incidents in the flat, no explosions, nothing so far that would be a hassle. Sherlock prepared himself regardless; to make sure he wouldn't feel pain when John left or met his demise.
He told himself he would not go through sentiment. Not after seeing the look on his brother's face those years ago; as if he was a monster to be feared.
The black haired male breathed in another drag before blowing out a wisp of smoke. He watched lazily, already bored, as he waited for John to show up eventually.
Lestrade had another case for him but so far it seemed like a five at the most. A heist of metals as well as machines from a former associate of his from the university he attended for one year.
One year because the teachers were so boring and stupid. One year because he almost burnt the school down after arguing with one Sebastian Wilkes.
'I should had burnt the school down; maybe then I wouldn't have to work for Sebastian again.' He saw John approach in the distance and stubbed out his fag. Sherlock knew the doctor would know but it was smoking or experimenting with his powers on the fool Anderson and he would rather do the former than the later.
No matter how much he would enjoy it.