"Pietro Maximoff pursued members of the Light" Batman replied instantly, "Through a chaos portal."

Kitty covered her mouth, "No..."
Scott quickly turned to Kitty, "Go get Magick and any other spell users who aren't in the field. And take them to the point where we got the SOS. With any luck, she might be able to reopen the portal... I will not abandon a member of my team."

Kitty nodded and rushed back to the tube.

Scott turned back to Batman, "Could they have taken him prisoner once inside the portal?" He asked.

"If they felt so inclined, yes" Batman replied.

"Is there any way your infomate could find out?" He asked, looking over the data on the screen.

"It's possible. We'll just have to wait and see" Batman replied.

"With any luck, when we find Ciara, we'll find Pietro." Scott said calmly, "Those two have a habit of finding each other... even when they're millions of miles away... or in different dimensions."

Scott looked over the screen and eliminated several building as they had been the battle ground for Purifiers battles or had been scouted out recently. But that still left so many places to search. Even Mystique was pulled from her roll to help the search.
The news was told she had mono and won't be in the spot light anytime soon.

Ciara had no idea how long she'd been there. A day? A week? A year? She couldn't tell. Blue beetle was still there, guarding. "B...B.B. Could I have some water, please? My throat is dry.."

"I am not authorized to be your caretaker." The beetle stated bluntly, "Only to insure you stay where you are. All necessary nutrients are being fed directly into your body."

You've never been on an IV drip. Just cause you're getting everything your body needs doesn't mean your throat won't get dry.

"I presume I'm talking to the Scarab... Am I correct in thinking this?" She asked softly, the drugs keeping her calm.

Irrelevant, she does not require water the scarab scoffed, "That is correct"

Come on man, she's pregant for crying out loud. It could be worst, she could be demanding for ice-cream and pickles.

"Well it's nice to finally hear your voice, Scarab... It must feel odd finally being the person who can do all the talking. Is your host still in there?" She asked.

her pregnancy is irrelevant. I would not get her ice cream or pickles either.
"He is present, although contained."

If her pregnancy was irrelevant, how come they're so interested in it?

She smiled a little bit," That's good. I'm glad you're still in there, both of you."

Tell me about it. I first thought I had died when it happened.

"Scarab, I know you are not my caretaker and have been ordered to make sure I stay right here... But no one else is around to ask. And I'm less likely to stay in this spot unless I get that bloody cup." She pointed at the small cup on the platform below her. "And seeing how I'm under restraints and... drugged." She paused, trying to think thought the fog in her head, "I really can't get it myself..."

She did ask politely...

"You are just as likely to stay there with or without a drink of water" the scarab stated, "because I will not allow you leave it." Why is this so important to both of you? She does not need it.

It's called compassion. You've never seen a pregnant woman before have to?

"...Then you get to hear me whine about it. Please.please.please.please.please.please.please.. ."

The beetle shifted uncomfortably, "What are you doing?" what is she doing? "Stop it."

Annoying you. May I present a woman during pregnancy.

"Please.please.please.please.please.please. No, not till I get some water. Pleasepleasepleaseplease."

But... what... how can she... "Fine!" he snapped, grabbed the water and gave it to her.

Ciara drank eagerly from the cup, and finished it off. She flomped back down and sighed, a small smile on her face, "Thank you B.B." She stared up at the ceiling, "Man, I'm am so high on these drugs..." She turned her head, "Is it just you in here or is that a blindingly bright bald man in the room as well?"

Who? the beetle cocked his head to the side in question as he set the cup down.

When he did not answer she continued, "There, in the doorway... Oi, are you real?" Her vision was blurred so it could be a number of people, "Charlie?...Luther?... Disco man?...B.B. please tell me you can see this person too?"

"There is no one there" the beetle replied, looking around the room, "They will not continue the tests for another 38 hours as they wait for the human larva to develop more."

"Larva? You mean embryo? Larva is a term for bugs... Mammals have embryos..." The bald figure had moved to stand beside the pod-bed, floating in the air. She sighed as the figure cupped the side of her face gently, "I hope you're Charlie...Please find me, they'll hurt my babies..." She whispered softly to the figure before it faded away.

"Wait. What Embryo?! You mean my babies that are in me right?" She asked, worried they were gonna stick some weird alien baby in here like those horror films.

"Mitsue has decided to allow them to develop within you, yes" the beetle confirmed, "there are too many complications with extraction and growing the human... embryos otherwise."

She relaxed, "Oh thank goodness...Hear that babies? Mommy gets to keep you safe and sound..." She said before drifting back to sleep.

A month or so later back at Queen Bee's hive, Pietro was sitting in the corner of what had become his room. It wasn't exactly a jail cell with a comfortable bed, a desk and chair and some reading material provided, but there was no window and the door was kept locked except when Queen Bee came around to talk with him.

Whenever she was present the speedster found himself enthralled but those moments but if he was left alone for too long reality began to slip back in.