Building Better Worlds:

Summary: AU: It's 1963, and the space race is going faster than anticipated. When the sole survivor of the Nostromo returns to earth with tales of a hostile organism, President Kennedy and the CIA see it as an opportunity to gain another weapon to use against the Russians, and who better to send in as artillery and incubators that the X-men?

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, I do not own X-men, I do not own Michael Fassbender. Michael Fassbender is especially happy about that last bit. No monetary profit is being made by this, it is written purely for my own sick enjoyment.

Prologue:

CIA director McCone flicked through the slide show detailing the former members of the Nostromo crew. Two women and a negro on board, no wonder they had all died.

"And she's sure the Russians don't know about this yet?"

"No sir, she gave an account of her version of events, why she says the crew died, and why she destroyed the cargo. She didn't mention anything about the Russians."

McCone pinched the bridge of his nose. Aliens from outer space, acid blood, it sounded like something out of one of those ridiculous sci-fi novels his wife read. Women, always letting their imaginations run away with them. For all he know this Ripley girl had seen a particularly large spider and bolted. Were there spiders in outer space? Still, a few months ago he had thought MacTaggert had lost it when she had called him up about sparkly dames and evaporating men, and look how that one had turned out. One gigantic Mutant problem later he was still taking heat from the president over letting not just one, but all of the mutants escape. No, McCone thought to himself, better to nip this in the bud. If this Alien creature was for real, it was imperative that the US get it's hands on it before the Russians did.

"And the last time we heard from the colonists on LB426?"

"Two weeks ago, sir."

"Show her in."

A/N: It's just the prologue, so the actual chapters will be much longer. The more things that you can tell me that are wrong with it, the more things I can fix.