A/N: After taking a four-ish year long break from fanfiction, I'm back again with a new profile and a couple new ideas for a story. This one's been itching at me for a while. I do not own X-Men or Young Justice.
PROLOGUE
Cameras flashed like lightning, cutting through the night. Crowds of people, demonstrators and observers, were gathered outside of the UN Center, waving signs and taking videos and chanting slogans for equal rights and world peace.
The Summit was to be livestreamed on screens outside the center for the public to watch. It needed to be set up perfectly. The screens had to be secured, the video projector hooked up, everyone needed to be in the right place. Organizing this was a very important job. It was truly the height of Chester Banfield's career, and he was taking it very seriously.
"Double check the projectors," he ordered an intern for the third time. "Make sure they're working." He flipped through the papers on his clipboard. "We're live in ten. Make sure the cameras are set up. Are the reporters ready to go? Grab me a coffee," he yelled to another intern, who ignored him.
Out of the corner of his well-trained UN-live-media-coverage-supervisor eye, he spotted something amiss. "Hey you!" He called out. The young man froze in his spot near the projector screen. Chester waved his official UN employee laminate in the air. "Only officials allowed past the barriers, okay buddy?"
The young man raised his hands appeasingly. "Sorry," he said in some kind of thick accent. Maybe Russian? "No English."
What, was he some ambassador's kid or something? "You need to go," Chester said loudly, enunciating every syllable. The boy smiled and nodded, but didn't move. Chester sighed impatiently, reaching for his walkie-talkie. "Can I get security over by the projecting area? There's some kid here, he's getting in the way," Chester said, taking his eyes off the kid for a second. "I dunno, like fifteen? I-" Chester stopped abruptly when he looked up and saw that the kid was gone.
He stared, looking left, then right. "Hey," he called to an intern nearby, "did you see some kid go past you?"
The intern ignored him. Chester grumbled something about lack of respect for authority and spoke into the walkie-talkie again. "Yeah, kid's gone. I dunno where he went."
He listened to the voice crackling over the other end. "Nah, it's probably not important. Probably lost. But yeah, he was like...five foot ten, or something. Scrawny. Weird thing, though, his hair was like, white. What kind of a teenager has white hair?"
A/N: This was rather short. Future chapters will be longer. Leave a review if you liked it!