AN: Alright, guys, let be real here. I'm to broke to own cool shit like this. All right go to their respective owners
Drabble 1: A New Home
Danny didn't know what he was doing.
In general he typically didn't know what he was doing at least half of the time. But this...Well, this was way different. After the Guys in White took everything from him-his home, his room, his friends, his family-he didn't have anywhere to go. Except for one place in New York that Sam had pointed out to him, a place he could stay for the summer to maybe help him with his powers.
Sam...It hurt him down to the core, thinking of her silky, black hair and lavender eyes...Her sweet smile and a laugh that was heroine to him. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she was gone.
Now that he was looking down at the large, old fashioned mansion he realized that he probably should have called them, get enrolled and all that. But it had slipped his mind when he had just barely gotten out of the GiW's grasp.
He landed in front of the large, iron gates and read the plaque that was right under the intercom.
"Xavier' school for Gifted Youngsters..." he muttered, shifting his backpack on his shoulder, wincing at the pain in his arm from one of the ectoguns that managed to hit him.
He was still looking at the plaque, working up the nerve to press the little red button, when the gates opened by themselves. Nobody was coming through, car or otherwise, so Danny took that as a sign that the dramatic entrance was for him. The driveway was long, and he hurt everywhere, but he couldn't risk these people finding out about his powers. He didn't know if they would be okay with them or if they'd treat him like the Guys in White had.
The driveway was long, and with how beat up he was, it seemed even more so. Thankfully he didn't look like trash off of the sidewalk. He cleaned up a little bit using a Denny's bathroom before flying part of the way over, and walked the rest. Flying was just to much at the moment.
After what felt like ages, he finally made it to the large double doors that held promises of safety and acceptance. In front of them was a bald man sitting in a wheelchair and a tall, African woman with white hair and soft eyes.
"Hello there, Mr. Fenton," the bald guy said as he clasped his hands together, "We've been expecting you."
Yeah, because that's not creepy, Danny's thoughts became more sarcastic the more tired he got. At this rate his sarcasm would be permanent.
"Uh," he said instead. Wow, real intelligent. "Okay?"
"My name is Professor Xavier. This here is my friend, Ororo Monroe. Now come, we must-"
"-Wait-" Danny interrupted. Stupid. "I- e sighed, "I don't know anything about this place. My g-my friend said that if I ever needed to I could come here and maybe hang for a while."
"Ah, yes. Ms. Manson explained everything to us, and I assure you that you have nothing to worry about," the Professor replied.
"Really?" He was half hopeful and half skeptical. It was almost too good to be true.
Really.
Danny blinked once. Twice. Three times before he made eye contact with Xavier again. e gave Danny a sly smile.
Is something the matter, Danny?
The Professor was in his head. He didn't even know how to react. He just stood there for a moment, standing stupidly on the stairs and ignoring the pain in his shoulder, as he tried to process the fact that he was so stupid.
Professor Xavier. Charles Xavier. And the plaque. They were all signs pointing to the fact that everybody in that mansion had some sort of power. Danny was just another stray. But if it meant warm food and a nice shower after a week and a half of lying around in his own filth, then he wouldn't mind being a stray. Just this once. Eventually he finally got his foot to move forward, following the two adults to through the halls, past large rooms with couches and chairs. There was even a piano in one of them, and then they passed the kitchen. (He would remember that for later.)
Finally, they stopped at a bedroom, that was decked out in the standard arm colors that seemed to be all over the mansion. He kinda liked it though. And there was more than enough room for his NASA posters and glow-in-the-dark star stickers. Once he bought some new ones.
"This is your new room," Ms. Monroe said. The Professor was gone. "May I give you some advice?"
Danny shrugged. "Sure, I guess."
"Try not to sneak up on Logan."
And with a smile and a flash of her silky white hair, she was gone. By the time his brain caught up with him, she was already half-way down the hall.
"Who the hell is Logan?
