Steel Ultimatum Chapter 1, a x-men fanfic

Steel Ultimatum:

An X-Men Fan Fiction

Chapter 1: A Place to Call Home

"Okay, why don't you explain it to me again?" The young man asked. His thick accent made it very hard to understand exactly what he said.

"You are being asked to join an organization that helps mutants understand their abilities and control them." A short, hairy man, with a raspy voice replied, it's the first thing that he'd said since they'd met. From the tone in his voice one could tell he was tired of hearing the explanation repeated over and over. It had only been two hours since they'd met, and taught the boy a small bit of English. Considering that, Piotr was very proud that he could even have conversations with the Americans.

"This is... illegal though?" Piotr replied, trying to find the right words. The short man huffed and ignored the question, the red-haired girl standing next to Piotr decided to answer his question.

"Well, sorta. We're going to take you to be legalized, but you'll have to take a test, so yes you will be kept in the United States illegally for a few months while you prepare." She said, but her explanation only furthered his confusion. He decided to remain quiet for a while, doing so allowed him to look around the jet.

The dark interior was fantastic, it was very comfortable, at least for a man of normal size, considering this young man (not older than 18 years old) was not of normal stature. Being six and a half feet tall and weighing well over three hundred pounds was in no way considered normal. While looking around the cabin, he also noticed the different people in the jet. It was amazing to think these people could live together.

He was told that he was the last person on their trip to recruit new mutants, so everyone in the cabin had already been in the team for some time. He saw two men with blue skin; actually it looked more like fur than skin. The shorter, bulkier one was driving the jet. He had the appearance of an ape almost. He was talking to the other blue man, who was sitting next to him, from that Piotr guessed he was the co-pilot. The second man didn't actually sit normally in the chair, he was more-or-less sitting on his feet.

He looked to his left, the red-haired girl he'd mentioned before was cuddling a tall, slim man with a visor, he also noticed the short man staring at them, with a combination of jealousy and longing. He could tell easily that the man just wanted the girl. She was far too young for him though, and Piotr had a strange feeling against that kind of love.

Jean was the girl's name; she was tall, but not too tall, and thin. Her red hair was pixie cut; it fit her face perfectly, and almost made her seem younger than she was. Really she was 19, Piotr was actually the youngest person aboard the jet, not that he knew this, he figured Jean and her boyfriend, Scott, were younger than him.

Piotr brushed his fingers through his too-short hair. He continued looking at people, memorizing their features. As an artist this wasn't a hard task to accomplish. He took a long look at Scott Summers, better known as Cyclops. He was tall and thin, but still well-built enough to be a good fighter, even without his powers, though Piotr didn't know what they were, he didn't even know his name. His hair was a brown-red color, and his eyes were hidden by the visor he had yet to take off. He was in love with Jean, it was obvious, but so was the gruff man in the corner, but Piotr didn't dare look at him for too long.

He took another look around the cabin, he only saw two other people, a dark, beautiful woman, who's silver hair seemed to shine, of course she was with someone, but he didn't know this, nor did it really matter, he wasn't interested. She was so slender, her lines were beautiful. Her eyes were icy blue, and they seemed to draw people in. She had long hair, it stopped a few centimeters short of her bottom, but he didn't pay any attention to those features. Next to her was a bald man sitting in an energy-powered wheelchair. Its shape seemed so odd to Piotr, but he knew the man the instant he saw him.

It was Professor Charles Xavier, the man who personally asked Piotr to join the group, what was it? The X-Men? Piotr hadn't really thought how odd the name was, at the moment he was trying to see this man, but there really wasn't much to see. The yellow wheel-chair was almost like a coffin, he sat inside of it, instead of on it. Piotr looked toward the window; he wanted to see his land once more before they left.

Outside of his window was roaring hills and farmland. Most of which he'd never seen before now, as a matter of fact, it was very rare for him to leave his own land, unless directly told to do so. As a farmer he never had free time, if he did he was painting, or in town buying the supplies to do so. Anytime the family went into town they had to buy in bulk, due to the long trip. Living in a mildly unpopulated area has is disadvantages, more so than one would think.

By this point in the trip he was uncomfortable in the too-small chair, he decided to stand up and walk around for a while. Considering the shy nature of the gentle giant, he felt odd doing so. Soon the tall, dark, white-haired woman approached him. She held out her hand, he gently took it in his and shook. He knew he had to be careful, since the age of about twelve he's had problems controlling his strength; his growing size never seemed to stop either. Every few months, he'd outgrown many of his clothes, either height-wise or due to his gaining muscle, which most thought was a direct correlation to his working so hard on his family farm.

"Hello, my name is Ororo Munroe, but here I'm Storm." The woman said, she had no accent, but her voice was strangely calming. He nodded.

"My name is Piotr." The boy replied. She smiled, she thought his accent was cute, but of course she couldn't possibly begin to fall for him. She'd been a member of the X-Men for almost eight months, and during that time she'd began a relationship with Hank. Hank of course, was the blue man flying the Blackbird. No one really understood why she'd chosen him, but they didn't have to. She liked Hank, he was kind to her.

The X-Men were all adults, considering one of their youngest members right now was standing an entire six inches above her. He was young, and cute. His hair was cut almost as if he'd been a member of the army before, it wouldn't surprise her, but she could tell by his gentle composure that he hadn't. His eyes were sky blue; they were easy to see, even from far away. She talked to him for a while; he was hard to understand, with his vocabulary being so limited at the time. This time next month he would probably know how to hold his own in a conversation. If she had learned anything about her new teammate while talking for this short time, it was that he is far too naive to actually be an X-Man.

She left him behind and decided to talk to her boyfriend, of only two months, flying the jet. She stood next to him, he was dark blue and his body was covered in fur, but he was, by far, the smartest man she'd ever met, and having lived on the streets her entire life, she'd encountered some pretty smart men.

She grew up in Africa. She lived on the street for most of her life, until she was found by Charles. He'd saved her life, but that was a story for another time, right now they were leaving Russia, and it was getting late. Hank switched the Blackbird to auto-pilot, and entered the coordinates to the X-Mansion. That was their home. Waiting for them were the very young students, they weren't able to control their powers at all, and not allowed to go on field missions. They were Bobby Drake, Jono Starsmore, Paige Gutherie, Sam Gutherie, and Kitty Pryde.

Ororo and Hank decided to share a bed, seeing as Piotr was far too big to share with anyone. Logan had his own place to sleep, Jean and Scott shared, the Professor was alone, and Kurt slept on a small sofa. The only issue that surfaced sleeping with Hank was that he snored. Ororo didn't get much sleep, and apparently Piotr was having trouble himself. When Ororo got up to get some water, Piotr was sitting in the empty cabin. He seemed like he was upset.

Ororo walked to the looming, extremely large boy sitting in a seat that was obviously too small for him.

"Can't sleep huh?" Her voice startled him; he jumped, and looked up at her. After realizing who it was he calmed down and nodded. She sat down next to him; she'd been told before that she would make a wonderful mother. She was calming; she could easily calm anyone down with her words. "Well, tell me what's wrong?" She asked. She knew this might be a long conversation, with his limited vocabulary.

"I just... It's my first night away from home." He said, pausing briefly to find his words. She understood. That's how she felt her first time away from home, eventually she came to think of the mansion as home. Now she can do anything without being persecuted. Well maybe not anything.

"It takes some time, but maybe you'll come to think of our home, as your home." She said, smiling at the boy, his face didn't change, apparently it hadn't helped. She thought for a minute, and figured the perfect thing to say. "In America they say that 'home is where the heart is.'" She said. She was proud of herself, because she was positive that he'd never heard that saying before.

"Too bad I left my heart in Russia." His words stung. They stabbed her in the chest and hurt her. She didn't know how to reply, and felt defeated. She thought for a few minutes, but she couldn't find anything to say.

"Piotr, maybe someday, your heart will find its way here. Look I can't help you stop missing your family, but I can say I know how it feels when someone takes you away from a place you love to live in. The Professor brought me to the mansion, and at first it hurt, it felt like I was missing some piece of me, but then I realized that the mansion was my new home, and I finally had a family. Maybe soon you'll come to find the mansion as a home, instead of a prison, but let's just give it some time." She stopped, realizing that she may have over done it, considering he's new to the English language. She feared looking at his face, but when she did he was actually smiling.

"Thank you, Ororo. I... um." He let out a soft, airy chuckle, after realizing he didn't have a word to express how he felt.

"No problem, Piotr. If you ever need anything I'll be there okay. We should be at the mansion tomorrow, so try and get some sleep, Logan's gonna start your training as soon as we get home." She finished, as she got up and went back to the room, she realized that she'd never even gotten her water, but she didn't mind. She'd fallen asleep not-too-soon after, rather easily.

When she woke up the next morning, Hank wasn't in the bed, he must be flying already. She got up and left the room, she was still in her pajamas, but it was pretty dark last night, Piotr must not have noticed that she was wearing a white t-shirt she'd stolen from Hank; she only figured this because as soon as he saw her, his face turned bright red, and he looked away. Hank and Kurt were already in the front, they were having a nice conversation, about what, Ororo could only imagine.

Ororo took a look around, noticing that most of the members were still in their pajamas, Kurt and Piotr were the only exemptions. Jean was in her bra and panties, making coffee; she asked Piotr if he wanted any, to which he replied with a slight shake of the head. Ororo walked to the front, and tried to talk to Hank, but he was engrossed in whatever it was that he and Kurt were talking about.

"Whatever is was" was actually something Hank and Kurt seemed to discuss often, Christianity. They both believed in it, though Kurt's beliefs were much stronger than Hank's. Not-too-soon after, Jean called for breakfast; Hank switched the machine to auto-pilot and followed Kurt to the small table. Hank personally had the Blackbird equipped with beds, toilets, showers, and a small kitchen area. They sometimes had long trips, like this one. The jet was fast, but sometimes they didn't have to rush, this usually resulted in trips that they would cruise on.

Hank sat next to Ororo, as anyone would have guessed. He had a strong feeling when he was around her, mostly one of "who would really date a freak like me" but sometimes it was good, like love maybe. He noticed that Wolverine was by himself again, but no one found that odd at all. Scott and Jean were next to each other and the Professor was in his wheelchair, as if he had a choice though. Piotr wasn't coming to the table, seeing as the women were all half-naked. Most of the other men didn't mind it though; actually they enjoyed it, maybe too much sometimes.

Hank looked at his hands, as he often did. They weren't always blue, but they've always been abnormally large. He was born that way, but at this point he didn't care anymore. When he first joined the X-Men he still looked slightly normal, but one dose of the wrong thing and this happens. "This" of course, was his extra mutation, after a few years it would've happened anyway, he only sped the process up.

Everyone seemed to be beckoning the new young man to come sit with them, Hank knew that wouldn't happen, but they continued to try.

"You could try putting clothes on." Hank stated, trying to make it seem obvious. Ororo did just that, she slipped a pair of pants on and stood in front of Piotr.

"Jean, put some clothes on before this kid either starves, or explodes." She said. Piotr's head jolted up, taking her very seriously. Hank laughed at his naivety. Ororo smiled, and began to try and explain sarcasm to the young boy, but it only confused him.

"Hank, perhaps we should get back to flying the jet." Kurt said, his accent slightly coating his words, though he was easier to understand than Piotr, it was still hard to make out his words sometimes. Hank followed his orders and they both sat back in their seats and began having a conversation no one else seemed to care about.

Charles wheeled himself toward Piotr. He didn't say anything as he did so, but that was because Ororo was still talking to him during that time. To most people Piotr is tall, but to Charles he was monstrous.

"Piotr, I think you should take this time to eat something, afterwards I'd like you to find me. I'll be in the back." He wheeled around and went back toward the rooms. Piotr watched carefully as he left.

Piotr stood up and followed Charles to the rooms, he decided he wasn't hungry. The Professor, as most people call him, knew he was there, so it didn't startle him. He stopped in the room and told Piotr that the process may be slightly painful, and that he shouldn't worry about it.

"Okay." Piotr said, almost as if he were asking. He was confused but he sat down, as he was instructed to do.

"I'm going to teach you English in the easiest way I can. Don't worry, I'm not trying to hurt you, but again, I'll warn you, it may hurt a great deal." The Professor stopped there and put his hands on Piotr's temple. He was right it did hurt; afterward he just laid down and tried to sleep, though he found this impossible, due to the monster headache he'd suffered.

"Po krayney mere, ya mogu ponyat' ikh seychas.*" He thought, keeping his eyes closed and trying to block out any noises. He found the engine excruciatingly loud, it hadn't seemed that way before, but he figured it was a result of his previous encounter.

He continued to try to sleep, but, with the combination of home-sickness and head-pain, there was no way that was going to happen. The door opened, but he didn't open his eyes, the sound hurt enough as it was. It was Jean, he could tell because of her voice. It hurt so much more than he thought it would.

"Piotr are you okay? We're landing soon, so you need to get up." She said, but it was almost as if she wasn't actually speaking to him. He made the mistake of opening his eyes, the light hurt, but he didn't really show it. He stood up, the pain worsened, but he tried his hardest to ignore it, he became light headed, but he ignored that too.

He followed Jean to the cabin, the Professor smiled at him. He didn't know what to think about that.

"I understand that Ororo told you that you'd begin training as soon as you were home, but I figure her and Logan weren't anticipating that I'd try and teach you English first." He said, Piotr was still confused, considering he was so concentrated on the way his head felt at the moment.

"I'm going to allow you to skip today and tomorrow. The pain should stop by Thursday, and we'll begin then. I want you to come to my office before Jean shows you to your room. I have some business to attend to and a gift for you." The Professor said. Piotr took a moment to take all of that in, just because he knew English didn't mean that he didn't have to think about it in Russian first.

Piotr nodded and followed the Professor to the front door of the mansion. It was a beautiful building; he'd love to paint it.

"Too bad you had to leave all your supplies behind." The Professor said, Piotr looked down at him, he didn't think that he was reading his mind.

"Welcome to your new home Piotr. I hope you like it here. If you'll follow me, I'll show you to my office." The Professor stated. He wheeled through a lightly populated area. Moaning rang out, particularly from a young man with blond-brown hair. They must have realized that their classes would be resumed since the Professor had returned. There was a gloomy looking young man in a corner watching him with his bright red eyes.

They entered the office; Piotr took a seat in one of the two soft, white chairs. He almost didn't fit, the room was so white that it reminded Piotr that his head was hurting, though it was hurting the entire time; some of the events took his mind off of it.

"I want to decide on a teacher for you. Hank and I are the only real teachers, and Logan teaches training and physical education courses. I think that Hank would best suit your needs, he can speak Russian you see." The Professor said, getting straight to business. Piotr looked up at the last part of what he'd just said. He was surprised.

"Da.** I agree." He said, switching from Russian to English. He smiled, he felt like he might be able to bring some of his home to this place, so far away.

After talking with the Professor, Jean escorted Piotr to his room. He opened the door, mostly to find a box, wrapped up, lying on his bed. He looked at it for a moment.

"Go on, it's yours, from all of us. We want you to feel a little more at home, so we all pitched in and bought it for you." Jean said, smiling. Piotr opened the box, inside was a package of canvases (probably around five), an easel, some brushes, and paints.

"Spasibo.***" Piotr said, though realizing that she may not understand him, she knew what he meant. He smiled and nodded. "It worked, I feel much more at home."

*Po krayney mere, ya mogu ponyat' ikh seychas: At least I can understand them now.

**Da: Yes

***Spasibo: Thank You

Notes: I figured since he's Russian, he probably doesn't think in English, so while I wrote this I decided to make a place setter so that I could figure out what it was in Russian. This may not be completely accurate, since I used Google translate.

I hope ya'll like it; this only took about an hour to write over all. Well, here ya go. Chapter 2 is currently in progress.

****Preview****

Training is in Session:

Piotr has his first training session with Logan; it's been two days since he joined the group. He also has to go to the high school and set up his schedule. Hank accompanies him, and they have some issues with the amount of credits, as well as some of the courses, so now he has to take night and weekend classes at the mansion as well. He's also becoming friends with some of the students, though he is still extremely shy. Perspectives to look for: Peter's (obviously), Logan's, and Kitty's.

If you have any ideas about future chapters, or characters whose perspectives you'd like to see (of course they do have to relate slightly to Peter, and I'm planning on adding Rogue, Gambit, and some other characters, and their perspectives too: D) just send me a message or comment. :D Oh and if you have any questions, like who certain characters are or other things, just ask, I'll be happy to answer. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it!