AN: I'm jumping into it mid-story, and using flashbacks to get it going faster. Based on an rp, but this one I'm just writing everything out like a story for easier reading (and making some adjustments for the same reason).
I'm not trying to type out his German accent though I'll throw in some key German phrases or words on occasion.
Rated for potentially dark subject matter later, anything needing a Trigger Warning will have one top of the chapter (even if it's just a mention, just in case because I care about my reader's mental well being).
Kurt checked his phone again, only to see no further update and set it aside. His attention returned to the television screen, but he could already spot Logan smirking on the other side.
"You expecting a date, Elf?" it was a friendly poke, but Kurt turned back a fanged grin.
"I am, in fact."
"Anyone I know?" Logan's grin was quick to match, already trying to figure out which of their friends it could be, but Kurt shook his head.
"Someone new, actually." Logan took another sip of his beer and leaned in, an invitation to say more, so Kurt continued.
"I met her in the city. Was in a bit of trouble, so of course I swept in to help, and she wanted to meet up this afternoon to say thanks. Well...it's not quite a date. But who knows?" Logan gave a nod of agreement just as Kurt's phone finally buzzed, pinging him the location.
"Seems you'll have to enjoy the rest of the movie without me." he winked playfully but Logan just tossed one of the couch cushions at him, the adept teleporter managing to BAMF away before it could strike.
"Good luck, Elf." Logan murmured, finishing his drink. There was much Kurt left out of the initial meeting, though some of the events played through as he ported to the meeting place. A park, which was unexpected given what he'd observed of her so far. The woman in question was reserved, difficult to read when she wanted to be. Or perhaps difficult for most to read. But he got the general impression that she was in some kind of trouble, beyond how he encountered her. And if so, he wanted to see if he (or perhaps his comrades) couldn't help.
He'd intercepted when he found three men cornering a single woman, anti-mutant forces who were unequipped for a fair fight. He'd given them the chance to retreat and they'd taken it like any cowards who would ban together against one person.
"You're injured!" Once the men ran off, he'd turned his attention back to fair damsel in distress, noticing instantly the blood staining her blouse beneath the hand pressed to it. When he tried to move closer she all but jumped back, reminding him his appearance was seldom welcome. Long before he'd decided to no longer hide from the world, though it hardly meant such responses didn't sting. Instead she had spoken up with a small voice,
"Getting near me is a bad idea." she had said, her face remaining blank despite the pain in her side he suspected she must be feeling.
"I'm afraid it's against my policies to simply leave a woman bleeding in the streets." he had countered.
"I'll be fine. I didn't ask for your help." she had shot back. For a moment he felt the words, pricking over his skin, and the eyes narrowed on him had pools of black spilling into the whites around the green. As quickly as it happened, the chill that had set over him receded, the woman swaying and catching herself on the wall.
"Nein, you did not ask for my help. But you have it." he spoke more cautiously, realizing the more time passed it wasn't him she was scared of. He tried again to approach, slow and steady, and this time she didn't back away.
"You're not afraid of me?" she wasn't looking at him, and for a moment he had to wonder if she had seen him at all. She had to have. And yet to ask such a question?
"Are you afraid of me?" her eyes finally jumped up to him, traced over his features. The blue fur, the tail flicking out behind his coat, the pointed ears and teeth, yellow eyes that all but glowed. She considered the demonic vision, and answered calmly.
"No."
"Do you intend to stand there bleeding?"
"No, I intend to go to my brother's clinic." she tried to stand on her own, away from the wall, expression stubborn, and was already falling. He swept forward without having to think to do so, keeping her from crashing. The instant he caught her he felt it. An overwhelming cold, his breath ripped from his lungs. For a moment his own vision was swimming, and he could swear he felt an unseen hand digging through the fabric of his shirt and into his chest. As an acrobat and an X-Man, the Incredible Nightcrawler was not the cowardly sort. But in that moment, he felt the same sinking feeling in his stomach that he had the first time he looked over the edge of the trapeze. She pushed away from him, squirming out of his grasp and all but crawling backwards. The sensation subsided.
"You're another mutant," his words were more breathless than he would have liked, adding quickly to her quizzical expression, "that effect, is your gift, ja?" the taken back expression was one he had seen often enough, he probably could have mouthed the words to her response with her.
"I would not call this a gift." Many wouldn't, not at first at least. But then that was a large part of what they did at the institution. Help new mutants learn to control their gifts, help them to find a way to join society, help them find a way to see their abilities as gifts instead of curses. Though, she looked closer to his age than the young ones they usually gathered. Not everyone came to the institute. Many tried working things out on their own. Or joining another group of their peers. Either way he decided not to push the proclamation at the moment. There were more pressing matters.
"All the same, perhaps you will allow me to escort you to the clinic you mentioned?" her attention returned to the wound in her side, as if she had forgotten it. Her hand returned there. Could she not feel it?
"How exactly-" he was already offering a playful grin in the face of her doubts, offering a boisterous introduction to further try and ease the doubts.
"Ah, for the Incredible Nightcrawler, this is no trouble at all!" as if to prove his point he slid closer, this time prepared for the atmosphere that seemed to surround her. And this time she didn't pull back, eyeing him with only confusion, mind racing considerations behind her gaze.
"...Very well. The clinic isn't far. Three blocks over."
"I have an easier way of travel, if you do not mind the proximity?" she needed help to stand at this point anyways, so he slid an arm under hers and around her back. The feeling was still there, but he could push it back this time.
"Which direction are we traveling in?" without looking at him, her face as red as the loss of blood would allow, she pointed in a direction, and the two were gone with a BAMF.
AN: Stuff that gets reviews (and critiques!) has a chance to get priority in terms of updating. ;)
Also you'll notice a similarity with another character in terms of the black and green eyes thing. It's an aesthetic I'm quite fond of as a "powers are being used" thing, kinda like how glowy bits are marvel and dc's favorite ways to denote the use of magic.
