Percy sat at the counter, next to Logan a few days ago they had met up again, just to exchange stories and discuss the matter of their brother Victor. Suddenly the to the bar opened and two men walked in. Percy turned around and looked at them. The one on the left looked quite familiar, he didn't know the other though.
Percy sighed, put his cigar into the ash tray and quickly gulped down the rest of his whiskey.
Logan looked at him confused. "What's wrong, pub?" He asked.
Percy put down the glass. "There are two dudes coming up to us and they smell like trouble. If this gets ugly I want to have ad a last glass. They smell powerful."
Now Logan took his cigar and lighted it.
The two stood at either side of them. "Excuse me, I'm Eric Lensherr." The one next to Logan said.
"And I'm Charles Xavier." The other said.
"Go fuck yourselves." Logan told them.
The two men looked at each other with a look that clearly said 'oookay?' and turned to leave.
"Wait." Percy said. Three pairs of eyes turned towards him. "What do you want?"
Eric and Charles looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"
Percy rolled his eyes. "You come up to us, introduce yourselves and ask me what I mean?"
Logan chuckled, even though he wanted the two strangers gone.
"You know," Percy continued, "you're good at hiding your mutant existing. Even Logan here didn't notice. And that's a first!" Percy laughed.
Charles looked at him shocked, while Eric just looked surprised.
"How did you know?" Charles asked and Percy tipped his forehead.
"I felt you in here hours ago, telepath."
"Are you a telepath too?" Charles asked him.
Percy shook his head. "No. I just trained my brain to keep out people like you. You were too powerful though."
"Nice of you to double his already enormous ego." Eric murmured and Percy grinned. "Any time!"
Logan set down his glass. "What are you here for?"
Charles looked around the pub. "I think we should take this somewhere more private."
Percy nodded, stood up and dusted off his sweatpants. "Aren't you coming?" He asked Logan, who had made no efforts to stand up.
"No. I don't do other people's shit at the moment. That's what I've been doing all my life."
Percy nodded and leaned down to hug his older brother. "We'll meet up someday. " he whispered into his ear.
"Yeah, yeah, kiddo." Logan grumbled. "Just don't go around blowing up to much stuff." Percy chuckled and followed Eric and Charles outside.
They walked for a while, until they found an empty parking lot. "So my fellow mutants. What is this all about?" Charles sat on a wooden fence. "You might want to sit down somewhere. It's a pretty long story."
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"So, let me get this straight. This Sebastian Shaw dude is a mutant who wants World War Three. And you're building a team of mutants to stop him."
Charles nodded. "Exactly."
Percy looked at Eric, who was absentmindedly tossing a coin. Percy's eyes narrowed as his sharpened senses noticed a small detail on the coin. "Ist das ein Hakenkreuz?*" He asked in perfect German, only a small accent showing.
Eric's eyebrows rose and his eyes widened in surprise. "Ja, ist es. Eine Mahnung an die Fehler die ich in meinem Leben begangen hab. Meine Mutter ist wegen dieser Münze gestorben.**"
Percy nodded in acceptance. He knew he shouldn't press, but his tolerance against Nazis was very low after his experiences with them earlier in his life.
"So, you in?" Charles asked.
Percy grinned. "This is going to be the most fun I had in a long time."
Eric looked at him strangely. "How old are you?" He suddenly asked.
"Ah!" Percy took a cigar from his pocket and lit it up. "Interesting question!"
Charles looked at him confused. "You look no day over 17! Why are you smoking?"
"Ehhm..." Percy turned to him. "Because I can? I dunno, probably because I'm older than you're grandfather." He inhaled the cigar and ignored the astonished looks he got from the two others. "So, where did you say you're headquarters was?"
* "Is that a swastika?"
** "Yes it is. It is a warning to the mistakes I have made in my life. My mother died because of this coin."