Author's Note: Well, this is it. A series that I hope to add on to at least twice a month. This series has quite a few ideas I've been toying with for quite a while. The format of this series is meant to be similar to that of a comic (considering it's a fanfic of comics...) and I'll be drawing inspiration from another fanfic series 'The Last Son of Krypton', which is a pretty good series that I'd recommend, though it does have it's flaws.
One thing I remember asking as I read that was 'why is he cramming all these characters into this story?' So this is my idea for how it can be... I honestly don't want to say 'improved', since it sounds like I hated the story, and I actually rather enjoyed it. Either way, most characters that I introduce outside the Superman and X-Men casts will be relatively recurring, likely only showing up for first time team-ups and big crossover events.
If you spot any issues in the story, feel free to review and let me know. I'm only trying to get the story written down, I'll polish it as soon as I'm done and hopefully add more details.
For now, and without further adieu, let's begin with:
Superman & the X-Men #1- A Meeting of the Minds: Part 1
Deep within the Arctic tundra, inside an alien crystal fortress hidden by thick snowstorms and miles of snow and ice, stood a lone figure clad in a blue jumpsuit. The suit's blue color was broken up only by red strips that surrounded his outer ribs, waist, and outer thighs. A yellow belt adorned his waist with a buckle that shared its shape with the symbol on his chest; the letter S inside a five-sided shield. Unlike the buckle, the shield on his chest had a red outline and a yellow background. Normally adorning his shoulders was a red cape, but not now. Now he was learning.
It was here that the young Kal-El stood as the collective knowledge of Krypton and the twenty-three galaxies known to its people. Kal was the last son of Krypton, sent to Earth by his mother and father thirty years prior, and while he was first dissuaded to pursue his heritage, he stood there now, absorbing the knowledge at a speed faster than the average human could process.
"ALERT, UNIDENTIFIED AIRCRAFT INCOMING!" declared the Fortress' security program, named Skeets by Kal. Kal immediately used his senses, his superior hearing and enhanced sight, to see through the crystals toward what looked like a black carrier jet.
"Open up the hangar door," Kal commanded, "I'll go talk to them," and with that, he flew out to meet the jet at mach speed.
Jean Grey always felt the temptation whenever she entered Cerebro. She didn't quite know why, her telepathic abilities were next to nothing compared to Professor Xavier, but she still felt the draw. It was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, as if she might find something that the Professor never has; hope.
It was nothing but a hopeless shadow war that they fought, a war for mutant acceptance in a world where the weirdest things in recent history were a billionaire flying in a suit of armor and a team of four heroes who received powers from interdimensional travel. Mutants were just a completely different ball game. Perhaps that's why the Professor felt mutants would be feared when news of them reached the general public, their spontaneous nature.
There has to be someone who can help, she thought to herself as she placed the helmet on her head. And with that, the search began.
This is it, thought Scott Summers, leader of the X-Men, as he stood in the hallways below the Xavier Academy for the Gifted, I'm going to ask Jean out on a date. In his right hand was a single red rose. It reminded him of her hair, the only clear detail he could make out about her from behind the ruby quartz glasses that protected the world from his deadly powers.
But what if she says no? the fear hit Scott like a bolt of lightning. He'd been planning this for over a month, coordinating with Ororo, Jean's best friend, to make sure that the feelings were mutual. But what if Ororo was mistaken? He immediately shrugged that thought off. "Just walk it off, Scott," he muttered to himself, "If she says no, just walk it off." After finally gathering his courage, he proceeded toward Jean, absentmindedly aware of the fact that she was in the Cerebro room.
Only two people were authorized to use Cerebro; Professor Xavier and Professor Frost. Why is she… A scream came from Cerebro, both auditory and telepathic, that frightened Scott to no end. He rushed toward Cerebro, pried the doors open by force, and went to Jean, cradling her in his arms.
"Jean, can you hear me?" Scott exclaimed as Jean seemed to be in a fever.
"Jean, it will be alright," Scott was startled by the appearance of the Professor, Emma Frost at his side, looking at them with her default glare. Scott always felt uneasy around Professor Frost.
"Professor, I found your friend," Jean declared as she smiled slightly.
"Okay, Professors X and Frost, I understand coming," Bobby Drake, the youngest of the X-Men began, "But why are we bringing the Stepford Cuckoos again?" He pointed to his left where five eight year olds sat, each the spitting image of their 'mother', Emma Frost. Each of their piercing grey eyes set upon him like a wolf pack that was about to pounce upon its prey.
"Insurance," Frost stated bluntly.
"We won't need…" Professor X began, only to be interrupted by their pilot, James 'Wolverine' Howlett.
"Incoming!" Wolverine yelled, ready to roll the plane to dodge whatever was coming at them. Instead, the figure of a man in blue wearing a red cape stopped in front of them in the middle of the air.
And with that, the Stepford Cuckoos went to work, telepathically bombarding his mind.