(There are many ways to set magic traps so anything you can think of could basically be done! Considering Michael was going to be stashed in a post or two anyway, I figured giving Ann a chance to leave right into things with everyone else by not having to wait an additional post… or something… so tell me if you want me to remove or edit things!)

“These things aren’t nearly as bad as they look,” If it hadn’t been for the insanely undernourished appearance of the boy Sin would have quite positively thrown at Michael what May was currently taking a bite from. Perhaps it was the astral projecting mutants optimistic attitude and upbeat personality but Sin was only becoming more aggravated towards the young man. The indifference May showed towards others was also directed towards Sin, which had always bugged him incredibly and thus increased his intolerance towards everything.

“Or maybe I’m just desperate.” A cynical remark was mentally whispered by Sin in reply and May’s lips twitched dangerously close to actually mumble out the words for all too hear. Hazel gems shut themselves away, forcibly willing her own self control to remain dominant and not allow for such slips that would only cause her problems. Somehow it wasn’t likely that she would make many friends if she started assaulting a handicapped boy. Not that Sin had any true desires to do just that, over time some of May’s morality had rubbed off on him to the point even terrifying old ladies just didn’t have the same kick it used to.

“Anyway while we’re stopped I’d like to say thanks to all of you for being so understanding about…..well everything.” Here we go again, another repeated ‘thank you, I’m crippled’ speech, did he honestly think them blind? They already offered to help, being a team that’s what they do, she’s long since accepted the burden of working with others, so why couldn’t he? Why must he repeated himself like a broken record? He can be grateful, sure, but not every ten minutes! The tips of May’s fingers tenderly rested on the center of her mildly aching forehead, half knowing that it wasn’t her own anger fuelling her thoughts but that of Sin alone which radiated the spiteful scorn. When May’s eyes finally flickered open Michael had passed both her and Lexi a look as he finished speaking, one of a thankful nature that only annoyed Sin further, despite May’s smile which tugged vaguely in the right corner of her lip.

“ I want you to know that if I’d realised we were coming on something as demanding as this today I would have stayed behind. I mean, I know I’m never going to be exactly on top form but things are especially bad at the moment and I’m not dumb enough to think I could pull this off in the state I’m in.” Carefully the slender arms folded themselves across her lap, cross-legged and staring with boredom at the ground directly in front of her. “Don’t laugh now, but when you talked about a team outing I was expecting something a little….. calmer. School trip. Science museum. Visit to the zoo.” Which was the opposite of May, the webslinger hoping for something more thrilling and action packed after her months of solitude in the school. Even Sin’s mood shrivelled at the onslaught of depression, the remembrance of the old days where she was relentlessly hounded on all sides by all forms of evil and how she handled each and every one till she was victorious or as close as one can call some of the unfortunate outcomes.

“I don’t know, but definitely not this. Still I can’t deny that I did use my ‘irresistible charm’ to talk Dr McCoy into letting me come along, so I have only myself to blame.” By now May was completely out of tune with them, remember such past encounters as Angel Face, the impostor Spiderman who ultimately returned her once suppressed powers. Granted at the time she had to be thrown into a live generator which was – needless to say – quite a ‘shocking’ experience, however it returned to her she had been missing.

“Anyway here we are, so tell me. Are things always this exciting at the institute or” Pulled out somewhat from her thoughts with the sole desire not to relive her past that was no longer even the past, May lifted her eyes over towards Michael as he spoke, “did I just get lucky?” …Like many other things ‘lucky’ apparently is in the eye of the beholder.

"Bit of both," Turning her attention away once more, May focused on some distant unseen spot obscured off in the far reaches by wayward branches and scatterings of brushes or imposing tree trunks. "The training missions are always quite the surprise. I remember my first one. Our leader didn't give us any hints so I was completely in the dark about the whole situation. I'm just glad I didn't wear my sandels that day," With that, May’s extremely slender frame rather unceremoniously collapsed backwards, though she herself was silent during the movement, her body made a slight thud on the floor as her back and arms made contact. Although eating when she desired, May’s form was highly effected by her powers, on top of being fit and healthy, so it can sometimes give the appearance of poor eating habits. The long legs of the young woman lifted simultaneously from the ground so that her knees where bent and her feet flat on the earthy floor, hands shortly after moving to rest over her stomach as she shut her eyes yet again and opted for a moments rest in the lingering minutes that remained. The thumb of her right hand which rested over her other discreetly began to rub over the small easily unnoticeable hole that produced her webbing. Always a sensitive area it could get irritated easily when thins rubbed against it though also most commonly had a somewhat calming effect on her if it was messaged, though it was also a highly ticklish area due to the sensitivity and as a result she has never allowed others to touch her there.

Off in the distance where the other part of the team assigned as scouts were exploring, Scott found he could go a simple casual pace that was both relaxing and freeing since it allowed him to focus on more things then just his navigation … such as his companion. This was important to her, as it was to him of course, but there was something so strong inside of her that was reacting to the current situation, and this importance was one of a positive aspect.

“It seems different somehow,” The wandering gaze returned to the enchanted beauty near him as Tessa spoke, “being in this form together I mean. I’ve transformed before but I still think of being like a human as natural and I’ve never flown with another faerie before.” Never? Scott’s heart sank for her, he may enjoy this world greatly but he adored his own and the only reason he stayed here was because for once he had people who he could talk with and interact with that didn’t expect either so much for him or worry over every little thing he doesn’t do as well as a Prince ought to as well as concerns for his ultimate safety which leave him usually locked away in the castle. “When we get back, after this mission is all over I’d love to know about faeries, you’re the first link I’ve had to my past”. And she had no idea how great a link to her world he truly was, the Prince’s lips struggled between torn thoughts before he merely allowed them to melt into a smile, his eyes to captivated by both the joy of finally having the company of another fairy and worried that if he looked away she would mistake his body language for a negative respond to her questions.

“That is, if you would want to.” Of course!! The chance to speak with someone of his home was a long desired one, and one he feared would bore any that were forced to endure his raving speeches brought on mostly by nearly unbearable homesickness. It was the sudden disappearance of Tess at his side that pulled Scott to an instant stop, the Prince turning his head to stare at the entrapped female two meters away. The magic, Scott could feel it, it basically soaked the air, how could he have missed it? Like a fragrance drifting around it was easily detectable for the Prince, the fairy scolded himself in the very core of his mind, though at the moment all that mattered was seeing if Tessa was alright.

“A trap,” The field around her refused to allow his hand to pass, but as she spoke her concern and worry subsided to some extent and thus lowered the need for the Prince to simply rip down the fields at all cost. “One of the teams must be by and I’ve just run into one of their traps.” Diamond stones of pure crystals cautiously looked around for any team members other then his own who would even dare lay a hand on a defenceless fairy while he was around. It didn’t feel like the game they all made it sound as when one of his own people where put in this state, raised by humans or not, Tessa was still a fairy, and even if there were other Kings and other princes around the world, in THIS part of the land it was his family to had greater priority over their kind, and he wouldn’t offer Tessa any less of his protection just because she’s never seen another fairy before. And woe to any who dare even attempt to try and test his reserves on the matter.

“I’m alright but I’ve been caught and I don’t think I can be sprung so easily.” Already the stones at the base of the trap were undergoing an intense stare, it was perfectly simple to break the spell if you knew how to do it, however the stamina needed to withstand the barriers defensive spell often keeps wiser folks from trying to remove one of the stones. “Scott you have to warn the team to be on the lookout, there’s some team around here they’ll have to be ready to fight.” Leave her? The look of concern was evident and yet Scott threw a reluctant glance over towards where they had come from. It wasn’t that far away, true, but his nature was so adamant that he not leave any in harms way. Even if this wasn’t really dangerous for her, this was preparing them for the real thing, if he was in a woods alone with her and she were trapped like this, he would not leave her so willingly.

But what of Michael? Was it fair to put him in grave danger simply because Scott refused to leave Tessa for a risky moment? Sending an animal off to warn the others wouldn’t be entirely productive, they’d only by intuition figure out that one of the fairies may have sent it and from there they would not know for sure what dangers are around them until they rendezvoused with the fairies.

"Upon our return we shall dismantle the trap and release you," The certainty of that fact rang on his voice with a sense of authority and urgency, not for a moment allowing the thought that perhaps by the time they return the other team would have taken Tessa into captivity. If they did touch her, then they would have the wrath of nature and those that dwell within it upon them!

The hast in which he left was almost instantaneous due to the need in which he had to return, the sooner he warned the others the quicker they could arrive to Tessa’s rescue, which was only amplified with importance by the fact she was one of his people. Why did such factors have to make him so passionate, he didn’t realize it wasn’t that he felt it was more important to protect her, he was just more emotionally responsive instead of the level-headedness he usually attempted to face matters with.

Scott alerted Lexi to trouble from this distance the only way he knew how, transferring the sense of concern ahead of his arrival, not enough to be more then that that sense of ‘something’s wrong’ that drifts in the back of the mind. Allowing it to die so that it didn’t effect her too much, but fairies learned the hard way that when trying to communicate with those who can’t see them it was easier to manipulate their emotions to alert them to things. The petite form of graceful flyer re-emerged within the small clearing, the golden tail of fairy dust streaming behind him more noticeable then the body itself. The smaller form coming to a sudden stop before Lexi, fluttering level with her eyes and wasting no time for polite formalities.

"A team lies hidden in these parts, they have set traps in the area, and Tessa has been caught within a magical snare that I can not easily break without assistance." The troubled feelings brought on by this scenario were perhaps more then obvious as Scott lost his joyful gleam and had taken on the more serious persona of concern. He didn’t care if these were games, the first time he was alone with Tessa and she gets caught, what does that say about him as a guardian? How could he watch out for her and for countless others in real devastating moments when he could not do the same during a game?

The elegant voice of the prince ay not be as strong as it was in his human voice but it still carried easily on the area to reach May’s ears, the young woman more alert for the fact it meant there was finally going to be something for them to do.

"Michael, let’s get you out of sight." The suggestion came as May sat up, effortlessly standing to her feet without any need for her hands to assist pushing herself up. A few strides to where he was sitting by the tree carried May over towards him, her eyes glancing over towards Lexi incase the leader before continuing with her task at hand. She wasn’t stupid, some things just needed to be done, and if Lexi had different ideas, then let her speak her mind or keep them to herself, Michael needed to be stored away, that’s already repeatedly been made clear, so why should she wait for the inevitable order to ‘hide him away’?

Offering a helping hand to get the boy up to his feet, by body language alone making it clear for Michael to leave his crutches for the moment and instead just hold onto her for support. Her hazel sphere’s peered upwards to the above tree branches, giving a content smile before dropping them once again to meet Michael’s.

"I’ll get you nestled in nice and snug, no worries." A faint flicker of a smirk crept into the corner of her lip once more, her hands supporting Michael’s body by resting beneath his arms while of Sin’s tendrils reached not only for the branches above, but to securely and carefully wrap about the fragile form of the one in May’s grasp. The long red vines creeping from beneath May’s top soon lifting the two to the branches above. Now was the tricky part… how does she position him? Putting him in a way that hurt his leg was not really a thought she was comfortable having, surely he’d be wise enough to assert the precautions of adjusting his body comfortably once she sat him down carefully on the thicker branches and resting him against the trunk.

"I’m going to use webbing to secure you to the tree, the other branches ought to obscure you enough from view so all we should worry about it keeping you safe from falling. My webbing is bio-degradable, meaning in a few hours it will start to deteriorate," Since it was obvious they wouldn’t be leaving him in the safety of a tree for hours on end, she added with a slight smile, "for future awareness." The branch was thick enough to support his entire body, which considering it was so thin wasn’t too much of a challenge. May’s own body was being suspended by the tendrils which supported her weight in the tree by holding onto the branches around her and allowing her to work with out worrying about restricted mobility.

"Ever wondered what a fly feels like?" The soft humour was offered offhand as her wrist was aimed towards the boy’s waist, releasing a stream of webbing that wrapped about both the body and the trunk though she was carefully to restrain the webbing, keeping the flow light so it wasn’t binding his body too tightly. A whip like motion of one of the tendrils caused a scattering of leaves to fall over the sticky webbing, a faintly playful look on her features before she gave him a lightly mocked farewell solute with two fingers. "See you on the field." At least it wasn’t as easy to see the patch of white against the trunk if someone should stroll by here and look upwards, sure it wasn’t likely, but it was always better to be safer then paying for the lack of care later when something goes wrong.

There comes an age when people have to take over responsibility. It remains the question whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.