Disclaimer: I do not own anyof these characters. Marvel does.
Chapter 1- An Interview
"And your name is-?"
"Irrelevant"
"Ah, you wish to remain anonymous. I See. Well, after all as the great bard said, 'What is in a name-'"
"The answer is everything"
The woman who sat in front of me leaned back in the chair with an air of complete superiority. It almost had an arrogance about it. There was no colour about her, everything she wore was black, as if she was in a continuous state of mourning. It unnerved me that she would not remove her sunglasses even though we were inside, in fact what worried me more was that it had been raining ever since this morning and no sunlight whatsoever had cracked through the clouds. I am a firm believer in that you can truly could see a persons soul through their eyes. Although by covering them up this woman was in fact telling me more about her than she probably had intended.
She had sounded younger on the phone but now, looking at her, I would place her in her late forties. There were streaks of grey in her hair and there were the beginnings of lines on her face that just screamed 'I've been to hell and back and now I'm too god damn old to go again'
"Look…ma'am, you came here with the promise that you had the greatest love story ever told-"
"And that I have"
"But so far you have told me nothing about yourself. I have let you into my home, as you would not meet me anywhere else"
"What I have to tell you, Mr Journalist-"
"My name is Robbie"
"Is better told in private"
"Were you afraid if we went somewhere public someone would recognise you and spoil your anonymity"
"No it is for you I fear, Robbie"
She smiled. The woman was highly infuriating but there was something about her that infatuated me. And I knew that no matter what I said now I would lose this argument. She was used to winning.
"So do you want this story or not?" she asked in her non-descript accent, neutral.
"I think I would rather hear why a name is so important, when you prefer not to share yours"
"A name is everything. It can either elevate you to a point where you become un-touchable, legend, myth or even, infamous. It can live on even though you are gone. But that name can also bring you down, make you breakable, because everyone knows it, and because they know it, they think they know you"
"This is way too deep for a Sunday morning, I need coffee"
"Sit down and suck it up because you've opened the floodgates there's no stopping it now"
"I assume that this is not a tangent you are going off on. This is relevant to the story"
She smiled again, "See darling, you don't need that coffee after all"
The endearment didn't sound right, it was out of place. The 'g' at the end almost sounded un-pronounced but she had checked herself just in time. It was clearly a word she didn't use often and in saying it I believe she had almost let slip her natural accent.
"So, where should I start"
"The beginning is usually the best place"
"Wouldn't you want to skip all that and just hear the end"
"But then there's no story"
"A traditionalist, very well. That's where we'll start. Imagine a young man, who was…un-touchable"
"Are you talking about a mutant"
She smiled.
"Yes, he was a mutant. But that wasn't his power"
"Ah, you're talking about his name"
"Exactly"
"Is he famous"
"No, he became infamous"
"Have I heard of him before?"
"Probably not"
"But you said-"
"To the people who knew him he was infamous, and to the people that knew him better he was a manipulative bastard who would screw anything. And to one girl Anna-Marie, he was her everything, the love of her life"
"So, what was his name?"