Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters presented in this work. Any OC's will be noted and explained as so at the end of chapters.
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The X-Men were all enjoying the time off they had been given after the recent events they had been through, most notably the whole Apocalypse fiasco. There had also been a new member to the team, one Piotr Rasputin a.k.a, Colossus. They had decided to let him join on a trial basis, mainly to prove his loyalty. He seemed to enjoy himself as he tore up the simulated environments in the Danger Room. Iceman jokingly stated that the damage caused by Piotr made Logan look like he had lost his touch. Had it not been for the Professor being there, Mr. Drake may well have had more direct access to the air. This ultimately led to a rather amusing situation, for some anyway, as Logan and Piotr had a unique contest as to who could cause the most damage in the Danger Room. Logan won this contest as he actually trashed the whole place. Scott had been visibly upset at the "loss of his baby", to quote one furry prankster, while Beast was delighted to have the opportunity to toy with the Danger Room, making alterations etc. Also around that time, there had been a significant shortage of twinkies. And the fact that Jubilee had come back to the Institute.
So there lay Kurt on the beach, lost in memories of what had happened recently. So lost that he didn't notice that Mr. Military himself had come to join him, let alone try to initiate conversation with the younger mutant.
"Hey, Kurt, you need more fur unclogging from your ears?"
"Hmm? Nein, mein freund. I'd been lost in thought is all" Kurt responded with a smile.
"Not surprising. How often is it that you visit this place you call 'thought'?" Scott asked sarcastically.
"Herr Summers, did you just make a joke?" Kurt answered with the same sarcastic tone.
The two boys lay there laughing, both in swimming gear. Had it not been for the fact that all the people had left when they arrived, Kurt would have to have kept his holowatch on. He would have been really irritated by this, but he was too busy wanting to relax he couldn't care less what they thought. He turned his attention to Jean and Kitty chasing after Bobby in the sea.
'Must have chilled the seawater' he thought, not too far from the truth.
"Wow, she is amazing, don't you think?" Scott asked.
"Ja, if I knew who you meant" Kurt responded in typical Kurt fashion.
"Jean of course, who did you think I meant?" Kurt turned his attention back to Jean who was telekinetically dunking Bobby upside down.
"I see what you mean. It's not as if there is a shortage of girls around here that I'd be able to know who you meant", Kurt answered back, still with the sarcasm.
A brief look around said it all. Aside from Jean and Kitty, there was Amara, Tabitha and Jubileein the sea as well. Further up the beach, Rogue was reading a book alone. Kurt shuddered briefly at Scott even thinking of his sister that way. They may not be fully biologically related, but he treated her that way. Kurt looked back at the girls in the sea (he is still an adolescent, so cut him some slack), and paid specific attention to an un-characteristic bikini.
"Mein Gott, she is beautiful!" he let slip, unaware that he had spoken his thoughts.
"Easy Kurt, remember she is spoken for" Scott said, thinking he meant to say it aloud.
Kurt was sure he had turned purple due to his embarrassment, before saying "I didn't mean Jean, Scott. At least not in a lustful manner".
"So who did you mean?" Scott inquired.
"Maybe another time Kurt responded, followed by an all too familiar 'Bamf'.
Kurt re-appeared above the heads of most of his team-mates, followed by him splashing everyone within 5 meters as he crashed into the sea.
"Gee, like, I totally needed that!" said Kitty, along with similar statements from the others.
"That's why you all love me!" replied Kurt.
In response, he was greeted with a mini-tidal wave, thanks to Jean. Jubilee then stunned him with a flash of bright light and Tabitha loosened his footing with one of her signature bombs.
"This isn't fair! No gang attacks!" Kurt shouted.
"It's what you get for messing with us!" responded Jean, pelting him with another wave.
Scott was laughing at Kurt's newfound situation, that is until he saw an imposing figure standing before him.
"Time for dinner" was all he said.
"Well, you'll have your work cut out if you wanna get them back to the mansion anytime soon" Scott responded, gesturing to where Kurt was still taking abuse from the girls.
The figure stalked around the edge of 'No man's land', powering up into his metal form.
"Time for dinner" Piotr yelled before he clapped his hands with tremendous force. They all looked shocked as a huge wave charged towards them, hurling them back to the sandy beach.
"Was there any need for that?" complained Amara, even though she already knew what he was going to say.
"It was his idea" responded Piotr, pointing at Scott.
"Get him!" was the collective response from most of the gang present as they chased after Scott down the path back to the mansion.
"Well that's just typical, leavin' us wi' all this stuff!" groaned Rogue, not wanting to be lumbered with all the beach towels.
"Do not worry. I have just the thing to help." With that, Piotr pointed to a very large van he had brought with him.
Piotr and Rogue took off back to the mansion in the van, driving by the others still chasing Scott.
Later that night….
The run-down streets of New York were never pretty. Not even when drenched in moonlight. It was just the neighbourhood you expected to see in a film about "ghetto" life. He hated the criminals in this area. They seemed much more violent than the ones in the rest of Manhattan. Especially with this mass murderer on the loose. He knew he had to keep a close eye on this area, despite it making his skin crawl more than he did up walls. But he had a secret weapon. One foghorn and it was curtains for this killer.
He swung high above the street, keeping a watchful eye on things, when he saw a woman screaming for help near the entrance to an alleyway. Reflex and habit took over as he swung into the alleyway to find a rather small, weasel of a man cowering in front of a medium sized, but ripped frame with various tendrils coming from its back. He landed in a crouching pose on the wall high above this monster.
"I hear cosmetic surgery does wonders for growths like the ones you have!" he quipped.
"At least I'll be the one alive with these "growths" as you call them!" the monster responded, better known to many as Carnage.
Carnage raised a hand, if you could call it that, as it changed into an axe shape. Had it not been for him grabbing the axe with his webbing, the man surely would have died then and there. Seeing his opportunity, the man scampered away as Carnage pulled the figure towards him before punching him away into the street, almost causing a car accident because of the distracted drivers.
Carnage leapt up high onto a streetlight.
"Don't stay there on my account!" Carnage shrieked before swinging away on his own webbing. This was not going to be Peter Parker's night.
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So what did you think of the introduction to the story? R&R please.