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[For Eric] Mission Objective: Rescue the Damsel

A descendant of the fabled witch, Morgan Le Fae. Anne could hardly believe such a thing was even possible. Still, since her brief encounter with the sorceress in a dream, her talent for magic had been unlocked and she'd been able to conjure spells. It seemed to make sense anyway, considering that many in her time had called her a witch. Might as well enjoy the perks of it, right?

Anne had been practicing in Eric's apartment day after day, using her magic to light candles, and conjure minor spirits to talk to when Eric was gone on a mission. But she was getting bored. She wanted to go out and use her magic to help him with these missions of his! But she wasn't sure how he'd react to such a desire. She hadn't ran the idea by him just yet.

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Anne said nothing to Doom even before he sealed the door. She had nothing to say to him. And she was most certainly not going to pretend to be nice and cordial. She had done enough of that in her own time with Henry. The time for pretending was done. Anne gave a growl of annoyance as she plopped into a chair in the middle of the room. She shook her head and tried to keep calm for a few minutes. Anne knew that her control of her magic came from focus, that's what Morgan had told her. If she wanted to even attempt to thwart Doom from the inside, she would need all of her wits about her.

Especially given that Doom had better mastery of magic than her. She would need to surprise him, get the edge on him an catch him off guard.

...but how??

After a couple of minutes avoiding the odd Doom Bot and Patrol Guard Eric had reasoned that Anne was likely in some sort of dungeon area, but given how many enemies Doom had that would mean searching a lot of cells. Getting into the castle first was the objective, though. Shrinking down to ant size and hovering her perched on a small opening in the castle rock and clambered inside, switching to night vision.

She tried to sit still, tried to keep calm, but she just couldn't do it. Anne stood up after a moment and took to wandering the room in which Doom had locked her. All things considered he really could have locked her up in chains in a cell somewhere deep beneath the earth. So Anne wasn't complaining as much as she could have. She took to perusing the bookshelves, seeing what sort of taste her captor had, seeing if there was anything she could use.

There was a range of reading materials in various languages, many on the properties of magic and science since Victor was so fond of combining the two practices. Perhaps there might be references to spells Anne could discover that Victor had in his haste to secure not realised could be there.

In the meantime Eric had located a suitable entry point in the rock into the castle directly, dealing with the odd spider and bug on the way through either combat or the tech which allowed limited control of them. He'd figured that checking the upper levels first would work best, either he could find Anne or Doom and go from there.

Anne was well-versed in languages, she could speak fluent French and could read Latin and Greek. So there were some texts that were beyond her knowledge to understand. But some were written in Latin and she was able to understand those at least.

Even if she was unable to use her magic to release herself from Doom's castle, she could potentially find something to use. Anne did manage to find a small spell to help her focus. She honed her magic, focusing hard and whispering the spell beneath her breath.

She was surprised how quickly the spell seemed to work. All her senses were heightened; she could hear Doom breathing a few rooms away, she could smell poultry roasting in the kitchens even further away.

But even more important - she could hear the footfalls of a very familiar man, even if he had shrunk down significantly.

How to get his attention? She didn't know exactly where he was, nor could she call out to him without giving him away. So again, Anne focused her magic; focused on blocking Doom out and sending a message through her magic to the mind of her lover.

"Eric?"

Victor had some texts which were evidently from languages no longer used or out of vogue, he seemed to collect anything he deemed useful.

Eric meanwhile had been clambering through the stonework and the sudden familiar voice had him first startled and then overjoyed that Anne had managed to get back into contact with him, magic clearly. The voice was a little faint and echoed a bit like people something sounded when he was shrunk, but it was definitely her. He tried thinking a response.

"Anne? Is that you?"

She could barely hear him - could she really hear him at all? Or was she just wishing that she did? No, that was his voice, she could feel it. Anne reached out to him again with her mind.

"Yes! It's me, I'm all right, he's locked me up in this room and I can't get out - where are you?"

When she spoke again it did seem more clear, maybe he gotten closer to her, one way or another. And it was definitely her, some sort of intimate knowledge and feeling of her told him so.

"I'm so glad you're alright, but that ass Doom is going to pay for locking you up. I think I'm still in the castle stonework, maybe a couple of floors down from you. Listen, can you recall anything about the place outside your room?"

Anne struggled for a moment, trying to remember some detail, any detail that might help give him a clue to her location.

"I remember...tapestries...a green tapestry, for one. Perhaps another that was red and blue? I'm not certain on that one. But I know he sealed the room with magic - when I look out the window, I can see a courtyard, some shrubbery, statues of some kind, but I don't know what else Eric, I'm sorry - he made certain to get me right in this room straight away."

It was better than nothing, Eric figure, and he mentally told himself to both look out for tapestries and any sort of magically locked doorway, not that he'd know if he could affect anything like that with his current tools, and there was a fair chance that Doom had secured the castle against size changers like him.

"I'll keep an ant sized eye out for those sweetie, but thanks, it's all helpful stuff. I'm just glad he hasn't tried to hurt you yet."

Anne racked her mind for some other detail, something Doom had said or that she had seen that might help him. Could she do anything? Nothing came to mind...

"I would say that I could scream to help you find which room I'm in, but that might alert my captor..." which would be counterproductive. "A warning, love: He did say that he had taken security measures against those with your abilities, though I am not certain what those entail."

"No, don't do anything which could put you at risk, I know you have magic and all but I don't want you to get hurt for my sake. But thanks for the warning. It'll probably mean something like-"

Then Eric had to stumble back from the robotic device twice his size zipping towards him angrily as it fired a laser blast.

"Ok, something like a micro sized attack bot attacking me! Hang on love, I'll be done with this tin can in a few moments!" He started to zip about the stone work as more laser fire zipped his way.

"Eric!??"

Anne was worried sick, she couldn't just sit around and wait for him. She had to help, she had to find some way to get to him. Frustrated, fueled by her desire to help him, Anne focused all her magical power and glared at the door. She imagined a thousand things; the magical barrier Doom had placed over it shattering like glass, the door itself bursting into flame, or just crumbling to ash from the sheer force of her strike.

She lashed out, sending all of her raw power at the door, feeling the tingle of Morgan le Fay's influence at the back of her mind. Anne didn't pray this time, she just kept focused, hoping that her raw power would be enough to break down the door.

Eric had to avoid first a array of laser blasts from the tiny machine before it got close enough to activate a set of sharp claw like tentacles which swiped at him aggressively. And the speed which it assaulted him meant he had to keep on his toes as he zipped back, making sure the claws didn't hit vital areas such as his helmet or rocket boots. If his armor got damaged he might be stuck at his height for a while, and in Doom's castle that wasn't a fun prospect.

As the robot advanced tough there was a sudden burst of energy from somewhere, and the machine shifted and jerked wildly to the right as if some magic force had upset its movement. Anne's attempts to break the door had seemed from Eric's perspective as successful but she had inadvertedly defended her boyfriend from harm as the robot tried to right itself from its prone position.

Taking advantage of the distraction he slammed a tiny fist into the centre of the maqchine, ripping out vital sections of wires before it flopped back and feel inert to the dusty castle floor far below.

"Anne... I don't know what you did there, but thanks. Looks like you help damage the robot for me, I'm fine. How about you?"

Anne felt the barrier on the door still there - but there was a clear chink in the armor. If she could use that strength again, throw all of her energy against the door, she might be able to break it completely.

But Eric's words gave her pause.

"You...you felt that?"

Luckily enough, even though she had lashed out against the door, she hadn't hurt Eric. She might not be so lucky a second time. Suddenly Anne was overwhelmed by fear of her own strength. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she hurt him, even accidentally.

Though it was a magically projected voice Eric could still detect the traces of nerves behind it, and realised after a moment she might be afraid of harming him with her magic. Yet he was pretty sure that the magical wave of energy had affected the machine and not him, like he had subtly known not to harm him.

"It's alright Anne, you didn't hurt me or anything, just damaged the machine I was fighting. I'm still coming for you."

Anne was still nervous even after he tried to reassure her. She considered hitting the door again with her energy, but worrying about Eric, she wasn't certain she could.

"He's sealed the door with magic. How will you be able to get in? I think my magic cracked the seal but..." She didn't want to hurt him, or even risk it. But did she have a choice?

"Tell you what, let me get to where you are first, check the damage from this side and then we can figure it out from there. I had a few plan in mind anyway." If he could locate a entry point away from the door Doom hadn't considered or else make one, he might have a chance. He knew as it was she'd be a little too nervous about hurting him, or alerting Doom to her actions. And had the destruction of the robot alerted him anyway? Eric couldn't be sure. "Just wait for me. I owe you a kiss for saving my butt back then." He figured the idea might please her enough to make her feel better.

Anne nodded at his words, but then felt silly for doing so, as he couldn't see her so far as she knew.

"Yes, all right, that sounds like a plan."

In the meantime she paced the room, pushing her fingers through her hair, a nervous wreck. She hated this; being a damsel was all well and good in her original time, but she had abilities now! Anne knew she should be able to defend herself without completely relying upon her knight.

But all she could do now was wait and pray.

"Thanks, I'll be with you soon ok, hang tight."

Eric knew she was probably wishing she could get out of this situation more herself but clearly Victor had manipulated her magic sources of power so she wouldn't be able to flee so easily. Even so her energy blast had proved she was stronger than Doom had thought, and Eric admired her for that. And she'd helped him with that machine too, so she was definitely a hero as much as his damsel in his book.

Eric zipped cautiously down a selection of hallways before with some delight he spotted the tapestries Anne had mentioned before and then what looked to be the somewhat battered doorway. Now if he could locate or create an opening in the stone around the door...

Wait, suddenly Eric was struck with a thought, there was a slight amount of space under the door, had Victor considered him slipping under that. Since he wasn't magical it should have any effect... shrinking further until the space under the door was wide enough Eric was happy to find no resistance as he moved until into the cell, seeing his beloved and currently skyscraper sized girlfriend.

"Anne, I'm inside! Down here by the doorframe!" He grew slightly so she'd see him better.

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Anne continued to pace nervously as she waited for him. When she heard him call out to her she spun on her heel to look towards the door. She glanced all around before he changed his size a bit so she could see him. Anne dropped down to her knees and swept him up in her hands to bring him up and kiss him over and over.

"Thank God!" She cried out aloud. "I was so worried!"

It was a little sudden than Eric could quite respond to but definitely not unwelcome as he felt his whole body scooped into her palm and her lips rushing towards him before she was kissing him multiple times, his hands soon responding to press himself against their warm softness.

"I was worried for you too, but I'm glad I found you. And we're going to get out of this and make sure Victor never tries to capture you again." To an extent he would like to do something a little more violent but the ass hole was the monarch of Latveria, diplomatic immunity was putting it mildly.

Anne smiled, overwhelmed with joy that Eric was all right and that he was here with her.

"What's your plan, love?" Anne whispered, hoping that Doom didn't have any robotic servants wandering around to overhear her now. "I think my magic cracked the barrier, but Doom may have felt me use my magic, it was a strong blast, after all."

And Eric in turn was happy to see she was unharmed. He'd have probably swept through scores of Doombots and soldiers if Victor had harmed her, stroking her giant fingers with tiny hands.

"We have to assume that Doom might try and investigate, so that means we should sneak you out as quickly as possible. The alternative would be to wait until after he checks up on you, at least that way we'd have a better chance of escaping undetected. In any case, I got Pym and Reed to make me a Wasp costume for you, so we can shrink down and escape together."

Anne considered both options for a long moment. Her eyes were livewires in her head as she considered multiple possibilities all within seconds.

"He'll no doubt have sensed my magic and the attack I used, surely he'll be here to investigate. And how far could we possibly get if we ran now? He'd just catch us both, I'm certain..." Anne whispered. "I think we should wait until after he checks in."

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FYI off to sis' wedding venue tomorrow, might be offline a couple days.

Sorry for the slow on my end! Adjusting to a new job :)

No worries, and awesome news! :D

Thanks! I'm soo excited, I love it!!

Really happy for you, what field?

Communications and design :)

Ohhhhhh, cool! Speaking as someone who hates looking for work (but works now) I'm happy for you!

Same here - and I REALLY wanted to work at this place so I'm SOOO happy, thanks!! :D