Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Marvel Comics or Disney. I only own my character.

I decided to tinker with a three-way crossover. Yay Marvel characters being connected!

""Who am I?" The age old question that has haunted generations of human beings. Some are able to navigate through childhood and eventually find themselves; others wander aimlessly through life, unsure of what their calling is, and with time, fade into the abyss of self-loathing. However, there are those who know exactly who they are and what their calling is. They know their destiny. The catch, with all of these groups, is that none of these can tell you how they know or don't know. They just do.

As society has developed over the years, wars, famine, development, and more wars…but there was one soldier and a band of his best friends that changed history forever."

Seriously, this is the kid's late paper on World War II? Xavier thought to herself as she read through the fifth paper of her class of juniors. She felt tired. Her greenish yellow reptilian-like eyes had noticeable circles beneath them. Her once blonde hair had lost its luster sometime in the near-distant past. Her mind began to race through the previous weeks, seeking to find where she began to feel the drain. Were Rogue's powers becoming remote? Was playing x-man, school doctor, and teacher too much for her? Her strong shoulders slouched in defeat as she stacked the uncorrected papers, paper-clipped them, and slid them under an inconspicuous book. Grabbing her coffee cup and cell phone, Dr. Xavier headed to some place that did not require her to think about nostalgic World War II papers.

Her navy Dior pumps were silent as she walked the wooden floors toward her favorite place of the mansion—the infirmary/lab. Upon entering the lab, her muscles all visibly relaxed under her black Donna Karan structured jersey straight leg pant and her dark navy long sleeve slashed top. Her eyes scanned the sterile room. Something was off, but she simply could not place it. Giving the lonely room an unceremonious shrug, the doctor headed for her computer.

Upon it re-awakening, it dinged with the alert that she had mail. This did not surprise her. Most of the time, she was sent all kinds of different offers from around the world. Doctor Xavier was a brilliant psychologist and medical doctor. It seemed to most that she had a "knack" with patients. Every time a colleague boasted about Netanya, she had to hold back a rude roll of the eyes. She detested the insinuation that her gift was a knack. Being a near class five telepath, Dr. Xavier understood minds better than most. Her father still gave her a run for her money. However, Netanya was more risky than her father, Professor Charles Xavier. She blamed it on her mother—Betsy—another very powerful telepath. The reptilian powers were not inherited from her parents; Netanya was just "blessed."

Clicking on her Gmail account, Dr. Xavier felt her mouth go dry as her skimmed her emails and rested on an email fromNick. "The son-of-a-bitch isn't dead after all." She whispered to herself, then again, if she was really worried about the bastard she could have just closed her eyes and searched for his thoughts. Fortunately for him, Dr. Xavier was too enraptured with her work.

As she opened the email and read it, she felt herself pull up a chair. He was offering her a case:

Doc-

Need your expertise on a case. Code Name: Winter Soldier.

Be at Stark Tower ASAP.

-Nick

Her eyes widened. She open and closed them a few times for good measure. Netanya knew she was the only one in the world, aside from wheels upstairs that could even remotely help the Winter Soldier. He had been brainwashed so many times it was going to take long intense sessions to pull back the original 1940s guy. There was no way in hell she wasn't going to help. After several minutes, she acknowledged that she had to take a leave of absence. Her mind began thinking of treatment options while her legs took her straight to the Professor's office.

Come in, Netanya. He greeted her mentally. This snapped her out of her musings. Carefully, she opened the door and her eyes landed on her father and her sparring partner.

"Logan and I were just discussing the possible summer classes. What do you think of a psychology course that focuses on memory loss?" Netanya knew her father was teasing her. He already knew. Unlike her, he snooped in people's business.

"You know as well as I do that I won't be around to teach it."

"What now?" Logan jumped in alarmed. Netanya sighed, "SHIELD needs me to fix their new play thing—the Winter Soldier."

Logan growled, "You're not going to see that guy. He's dangerous. Trust me, I've ran into him." Netanya appreciated Logan's concern, but she was not going to budge on her decision.

Waving her hand in the air, she retorted, "I'll be fine. I will have Earth's mightiest heroes to protect me."

Logan snorted at her quip, "Mighty my ass."

"I'm leaving ASAP. I'll be at Stark Tower if you need me. Seriously send out your psychic help call, and I'll take over bodies." She flashed a sadistic smile at Logan and a softer one at the older man.

"I trust you'll tell Fury that he owes me one. Remember that you are an x-man first and their consultant second. Oh, and please don't forget our presentation to Congress that happens in two months. You're my star presenter."

"On it." She muttered as she made her way toward her room. It was packing time.

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