Men and women where rushing around in all directions, a huge crowd charging carelessly. When one nudged Erik's shoulder, he could tell that it took his friend all the strength in the world to avoid lashing out at them. Louds bangs erupted as they left the building, it became clear that men carrying guns where attacking the people, and a man was dressed in a ridiculous bird suit.
"Erik, we have to g-"
[The avengers tower]
Natasha Romanoff, honorary member of the Avenger's initiative, was having a slow day. It began well, she had a mission with Peter. The small brown-haired teenager, that reminded her of Steve, and his patriotic heart. They both were frighteningly similar, always looking to do good for others and never doing anything for themselves. She missed Steve, after their battle with Thanos, Nat made it her mission to look after Peter. She was tempted, to take him somewhere nice, but was hastily interrupted by Hill: who had called her about an "urgent matter".
Which bought her to the time at present. Natasha stood before Nick Fury, wondering whether it would be entirely appropriate to laugh or not. Judging by the look on his face she assumed not, his body posture remained passive, he did not show any jolt of anything other than stone cold seriousness. Which did not surprise her, he wasn't one to joke. His eye twitched in irritation.
She went through the information again.
"So, let's get this straight, there is a man you are looking for, last seen wearing plaid, moving an object that then impaled a guy".
"Romanoff, what about this seems to confuse you", his eyes bore into her, or should she say eye, evidently losing patience.
She began to fiddle with the knife in her hand and scoffed a laugh "I mean come on a plaid guy with superpowers"
"Yes Romanoff, a plaid guy with superpowers"
"Any surveillance?" she quizzed
"Yes, a picture. An agent, our eye witness reported it", he spread out a file before her, "The man is described to be in his early 30s, about 6 ft 2, brown hair and reported as being able to speak German."
"It's probably bullshit", she flung her legs on the table casually.
"Romanoff", he warned.
"Director Fury, with all due respect. Isn't this a little weird?"
She watched him lean back in his seat slowly, "We literally fought of a giant purple bastard and his death minions Agent Romanoff, please don't tell me this, of all things surprises you".
" Let me take Parker with me".
"Done".
His face throbbed.
His eyes strained at the light as they opened.
Lazily he shut them again: it was ten minutes later, that Charles Xavier realized that he wasn't lying in his wheel chair anymore, he was on a pristine white mattress. Sitting up he looked around the room, it wasn't the hotel. There were cheap pictures on the wall and fake flowers to attempt to make the room look nice. His wheel chair, thank god, was next to his bed. Grabbing the side of the bed frame, he used it to halt himself up onto it. As he made his way through the hotel room, he saw Erik's bag lying on the floor.
Just no sign of Erik.
A remote lay on the mdf table, stained a light brown, Charles picked it up, turning on the tv. The news channel was the first thing to pop up, rolling his eyes at the usual false journalism, he went to change the channel, that is until he noticed the date on the TV. He laughed slowly to himself, did he sleep through the attack into the next morning?
The red banner flashed across the screen declaring what they people these days considered breaking news. He watched only out of curiosity, as the woman spoke;
Yesterday, luckily no casualties occurred thanks to a mystery man who intervened with the attack. Government officials are looking for a man in his late 20s early 30s, wearing an unusual red helmet. Yes, that right folks a RED helmet!
Charles shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Loads of men wore helmets these days... right?
The man is not in any trouble, in fact sources say, that he is believed to be German and around 6 ft 2. Looks like we have another Avenger on our hands!
Footage began to play of Erik donning his magneto hat, hand shooting out, weapons obeying his command. The guns where flung into the air and to fall apart into pieces, littering the ground. Bird man lying unconscious in the background.
"Erik" he roared. Wheeling angrily though the hotel room, he went to the neighboring bedroom, flinging it open. When is showed itself empty, he went into the bathroom, lecture ready in mind. Slamming the door, to add to the "dramatic angry" effect he was going for. Only to come face to face with a ridiculously toned rear end, that belong to only one person… Erik.
His hands went to cover his eyes, as Erik, grabbed a towel to hide his modesty. He realized after several moments that it was an extremely childish way to react, opting to try and compose himself. "What!" growled the extremely pissed off German. "Am I not allowed to finish my shower Charles! Or am I forbidden to keep clean!"
"Erm- well you see. We have a slight problem", uttered Charles, trying to keep his face from glowing a darker red.
He'd never noticed how defined...
"What?"
"Well erm..."
"You have only gone and got, yourself on the news! Now the whole world knows you! So much for laying low!"
He watched as Erik's shark grin began to find its way on his friend's face "Oh Charles just...", he paused a moment "Piss off". Charles stood dumb fold as his friend walked past him slamming the bathroom door shut.
It's had been a good while later, and Charles realized he must look a bit mad. Sat in front of a very advanced tv chewing awkwardly on his finger nails, he would have stopped (that's if he had of acknowledged that he was doing it).
His friend had gone (he didn't care) and he made no attempt to stop him.
Charles had a problem, however.
He couldn't seem to get the picture out of his head.
"Come on", he groaned, smacking his head repeatedly, "It's disgusting, it should not bother you".
"Come on Charles- you don't picture- your friend... naked-"
He sighed awkwardly, and the door sounded "And you certainly don't enjoy it"
He wheeled to the door and opened it, better to keep busy, after all...
A creak, presented him with a woman.
She had fiery red hair, plump red lips and a slight frame. She looked delicate yet she held herself with something he couldn't quite understand...
The woman however wasn't alone, next to her stood a rather adorable young boy with brown messy hair, and a crooked grin.
He looked between the two quickly, "Hello Miss, what can I help you with?"
The red-haired woman smiled softly, "I heard that a man, lived here. And I think I could be of some help to him", she paused, and Charles caught a glimpse of something he'd seen before in her eyes... something that reminded him of Raven.
"Though it seems as if I was mistaken", she turned to leave, and he watched the boy look hesitant.
And like a child curiosity sparked inside him. "Wait!"
The woman and the strange kid turned, almost expectantly. "Come in, I'm Charles"
The kid, enthusiastically entered, the woman following quickly.
"Hi my names Parker-Peter err Peter Parker", greeted the boy, that Charles now noticed was very much not a boy, he could be 16-17?
The woman chuckled in amusement, "Natalie Parker" holding out her hand, Charles shook it confused to how calloused her hands were.
The boy, Peter, seemed to beam with joy at the mention of him calling Peter her 'son'. Which added to their overall strangeness... maybe the was a plausible explanation... or maybe he could just keep distracting himself-
He tried to ignore that somehow, he still heard Erik's gruff voice telling him that he puts himself in danger way too often.
The spiteful side of him just ignored it.
"So, who exactly are you looking for Miss Parker, I might be able to help?"
She smiled following her 'son' around the room, who seemed to be unable to stop touching items around the room.
He used that opportunity to take a peek in her mind. Unsurprisingly, he found walls, lots of them. Structured almost poetically in her mind... the order was... impressive. He picked up one word, before she could notice what he was doing.
Russian.
He watched her carefully, just because she was Russian would have meant nothing. It wouldn't have, if the boy's thoughts hadn't been so loud that is. He was flooded by a mix of many emotions and thoughts. It was mostly excitement, happiness and fear.
Much like a Peter he knew.
The woman took a seat in front of him, "Do you know him?"
She held a photo between her fingers offering it to him. He looked at the picture in front of him. It was Erik (he resisted the urge to groan in irritation).
"Why?"
"You'd be surprised"
He dived into her mind trying to pull something he could use against her.
"Romanoff" he shot. Though her reply was an amused glance.
He forced his way into her mind, wondering which wall best to break down. There was one, one that he knocked down with full force. And a wave of sadness and guilt hit him mercilessly. She'd felt it too, flinching violently.
That did the trick. Her attention almost puckered up instantly.
"He has powers!" He turned to see Peter stood in excitement, throwing a hand across his mouth, very clearly embarrassed as he voiced his thought aloud. If only the boy knew what the woman felt about him.
He hated threatening people, but he needed to know what was going on. After all they'd been fine for what six months, so why now?
"I won't tell him anything if you tell me what it is you want"
He'd never seen a woman look so deadly. Her elegant figure leant forward slightly, and she placed a slender hand on his arm, "Your friend, the metal wielder, we think he's the father of two of our best-."
He ran a hand through his hair, "Wha-"
As the woman was about to take a stand he reached out, "Wait!"
She turned, her expression (essentially) expressionless, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that".
Sometimes he hated being a telepath.
"You see we aren't really from this reality, or maybe we are... I don't know. But... I'd like to know more. Natasha"
His expression molded into regret, "I can undo it... if you'd like"
She smirked at him, "Let me make a call first. Peter can keep you company".
Natasha Romanoff was impressed. She hadn't expected the young-looking man to be anything important, let alone a telepath. Which she hoped wouldn't be a big problem considering their current telepath, could evoke nightmares that drove people into the being of insanity. Which was impressive, but Wanda had her reasons...
But this man, Charles Xavier he was something... that she could guarantee.
She dialed Fury's number, waiting for him to pick up.
"Romanoff", came a familiar voice from across the line.
"I've come across something"
"What?" He questioned.
"Telepath", she replied simply.
"Will this telepath be a problem?"
She knew what that tone implied. "The opposite, I'm going to bring them both in. I told him what Wanda said"
"Romanoff, why-"
"He's a telepath, for goodness sake. It took him seconds to read my mind" she hissed.
"Does he have any visible indicators that suggest he's powered, like Wanda?"
"In other words, do his eyes turn red or does strange mist come out of his hands?" She paused, "No".
"Bring him in"
The phone went dead in her hands.
I hope I haven't made any of the characters too OC.
Is the plot moving too fast? To be honest I hope this works out.
Anyway, Cherik will become more of a focus later on, but one of the things I've always wanted to do was introduce all of Erik's kids in one fanfic (so spoiler? I guess oops)
Also, I'm aware it's probably riddled with spelling/ grammatical errors.