Thudding at the door, and coherent muttering in gruff German, was something that would always ruin Charles's life.
"Who's that?" questioned Peter.
"The biggest pain in the arse" said Charles, hoping his face wasn't glowing red.
"Schau, ich weiß, du wirst wütend sein, aber ich habe einen guten-"
"Charles who are they?" Sneered Erik looking disgruntled, his blond hair falling over his youthful face. He watched as his friends eye glazed over, simultaneously clenching his hands into fists.
Oh dear.
He sighed, and shifted his chair, "Erik, this is Natalie and Peter" he waved a pointing hand (as if it would make it any clearer, to whom was whom).
He noticed Erik didn't look to pleased, then again when did he ever... He tensed his jaw, as if he could make it any more obvious he was pissed off.
"Ich habe ein paar Fragen an dich, Erik." spoke Natalie smoothly, radiating a confidence that sent a shiver down his spine. She stood up poised with grace.
"Charles" said Erik lowly, running a hand through his hair that refused to stop invading his line of sight. "She has a lot of metal on herself".
"Erik, I know, sit down"
When no reply came, he looked up to see, that he was (clearly) being ignored. After all, Erik and his guest were having a rather intense staring match. His eyes shifted to the boy on the couch, who held a raised eyebrow, threatening to reach his hairline. " Yo hablo español", he squeaked. Only to be glared down by an angry German.
With immense suddenness that he couldn't comprehend, they lunged. Silver knife flying across the room, stopping nearly in an instant a hair line way from Erik's face, who flung it with his powers inches away from his attacker. He wasn't done, as his hands danced summoning more metal.
His new friend Natasha smirked sadistically, not doing much to fight the rod tugging at her neck. "Nick Fury will mit dir reden"
The red haired woman, had somehow become invisible as Erik turned to the kid. The boy held his hands up defensively, evidently looking scared. Yet Erik being Erik didn't seem to bothered by the fact the person in front of him was just a teen.
"For goodness sake Erik, you're the dumbest mutant to walk the earth he's just a- "
White 'string' flew across the room, landing on Erik's hand, immediately causing him to drop the object he was about to hurl at the boy. He turned in shock to look at the substance the boy had flung, with fantastic precision.
It seemed to be some sort of ... web?
And in the midst of this all, Charles found himself doing something that he hadn't done in a very long while.
He laughed.
Laughed as they kept fighting.
He noticed Natasha was still hanging by her neck. "Eri- "
He paused, he could make life easier for himself. Since Erik wasn't wearing his helmet... his mind was ready for the taking. He dived into his friends mind and yanked him into unconsciousness (and he wasn't nice about it either).
The sound of him hitting the ground with a loud (and painful sounding) thud, calmed his temper. Relief hit him as the metal snapped away from Natasha's neck.
Both looked at him weirdly.
He sighed aloud, "I'm really sorry about him, he doesn't think first then act in fact as you've seen he does the opposite."
"Err Mr Xavier is he dead?", squeaked Peter, shifting on his feet awkwardly.
"No, I just willed him to sleep"
Natasha rubbed her throat quickly, picking up her knife, "For how long?".
"As long as I want", he replied with a smile, impressed with himself.
She nodded humming thoughtfully as the door flung open.
Men in suits entered picking up the metal wielded lying in the centre of the room. A well dressed man walked in and eyes Erik lying on the floor. He walked casually up to Charles, offering his hand to Charles. He peeked quickly into his mind.
They were from Shield, the organisation Natalie told him about.
"My name is Coulson, and we want you and your friend to visit our facility"
The deeper he looked into his mind, he saw that he wasn't a threat. And well he was interested...
"Erik needs to be in a place with as little metal as possible"
The man looked down at him with a small smile, he said almost proudly, "We've dealt with a powerful metal wielder already, he won't be a problem".
Lorna Dale, had never been interested in anything in her life (mostly due to the abandonment and segregation she had experienced in her life). But it wasn't until she'd lost her child that she realised the extent of her power, and developed an unsettling interest in it.
Metal was everywhere in the world. The earth itself hummed hypnotically in her ears and she tried to ignore it, but sometimes the urge to reach out and hold it was too much.
That's why she was here.
In a white lined cell made out of carbon material (extra lined) just for her. She had no doubt, that if she wanted to (she could) break out. However as a disconsolate prisoner her aim was to stay in-prisoned.
It was early in the morning, where she was sat glued to the book she was reading where she heard men hurriedly talking to one another. Their distress literally radiating. She knew the cell in front of her was identical to hers, but there was no one else like her. So curiously she watched.
"Hey boys", she waves confidently, recognising one of them as 'Darren'.
'Darren' looked up quickly. Pushing the young, bearded and unconscious man into the cell in front of her. "Hi Lorna".
"Who's that, Darren?"
The man turned red, it clearly surprised him that she was observant enough to remember his name. He continued to blush profusely, rubbing his neck, "German guy, he's called Erik... err I think".
The guy next to him (who she'd seen once gorging on a industrial sized box of doughnuts) butted in, puffing out his chest. "I caught him". He smiled proudly.
Darren slapped the agents arm viscously, "No you didn't, the guy in the wheel chair did", he huffed in embarrassment and turned to Lorna, "Telepath".
She nodded, interesting information indeed...
"Thank you Darren" she turned her head to the solid heap of obesity next to him, "And thank you too..."
"Alexander", he huffed.
She faked a smile, "Alexander".
She looked out of the transparent glass door opposite to her own, choosing to sit cross legged on the floor.
The man looked young and even in his sleep ridiculously smug, with short brown hair slightly longer at the front. He wore flannel, red and black, which teens in this day and age would describe as 'grunge' (whatever that meant). He was as she could tell from the obvious struggle with the two men before that he was undoubtedly tall.
The question was, how old could he be?
How old... could he be?
She was 20, so this man could be 40? Which mea- she paused her train of thoughts and huffed out a growl.
That man was not her father and she would not fall for the bullshit rumours she'd been hearing all her life. He simply looked too young, unless she was conceived when he was a 10 year old boy, which was ridiculous.
She continued to watch him, maybe she could ask Wanda to do that thing where she cleared her mind. Or maybe she could deal with it.
A groan echoed across her cell, and a she found herself leaning forward slightly. The man opened his eyes (looking at the glass) or rather at her. "Wo bin ich?", "Wer bist du?"
She sighed, chuckling quietly (maybe she should make an effort to learn another language sometime in the future). "Listen , I don't speak German so stop saying 'Wery wooo it hodu' or whatever shit you're talking about".
Satisfied, that the man seemed to stop, she watched his face twist into confusion and then... a smile.
Errr
"Smooth" he cooed. He stood looking down at her in the other cell, "You have an interesting manner of greeting people".
The shock of his weirdly 'rich' voice dissolved into pure curiosity. "That I do", she replies, and she couldn't help but notice he was quite handsome.
"Who are you?" They both ask at the same time and the man infront of her, doesn't react but stays still smirking.
"Ladies first" he says.
"Age before beauty" she replies quickly, impressed at her own pop culture (though it appears as if he doesn't get the reference). Instead he drifts off momentarily and stares at the wall behind her.
"Erik Lehnsherr", he says quickly.
"Lorna... Dale", she says hearing the sudden sound of the alarm. She turns and takes the satin coloured pills reaching out for a glass of water.
"What are they making you take?" He asks, eyes glued to her like an eagle.
She takes the pills quickly turning to him, "They are not making me take anything... those are pills for my bipolar".
"I don't take pills" he mutters.
Wait what?
"You have bipolar too?" She questions.
He starts pacing across the cell, waving a hand dismissively, "Comes with being a metal wielder".
Suddenly she feels her whole body go cold, her hands spasming at her sides and gradually the metal begin to tempt her.
No no, not every person who has the same powers as you is your father.
She tried to stop her hands from shaking.
Are there even anyone else other than him with powers like you?
Leaning on the glass she took a deep breath drowning out the sound of that mans voice. Why did this bother her ? Maybe because she's had a terrible life, maybe because her mother is dead and so is everyone she knows- maybe because she killed so man-
"How old are you?", she probably looked crazy now.
"Interesting question, difficult to answer... I'd say 60". Her eye brow furrowed in confusion.
Don't.
"Do you have any children, Erik?", she asked carefully.
It took him a while to reply. The look in his eyes as he dazed in to nothing, was all but familiar. She had after all worn the same look not long before, " I did have one, but she's dead".
Child. Dead. That could be her father in front of her.
She breathed in heavily no no not again.
And the earth began to shake.
Alarms blares red, and everyone turned momentarily to one another before hurrying in different directions, they didn't looked scared. Which meant whatever was happening was a frequent ordeal. Charles looked around the room, reading each mind. He didn't know what to feel about his findings. He turned his chair to Agent Coulson , "Where's the other metal wielder ?"
"Come with me Charles"
The ground took another violent shiver and agents when tumbling onto the ground. Even he was struggling to keep his wheel chair upright.
"What's going on?" He said raising his voice over the metallic squeals.
"She's trying to take out the earths core".
"Who?" He said, being guided to the nearest exit.
"Lorna Dale"
His wheel chair began to topple over as another tremor shook the earth. He turn alarmed that he would fall, when something or someone caught him.
Peter
The boy had people and technology webbed to the walls. Seconds later, a gust of air flew past him as the boy stuck to the wall and started crawling on the ceiling. He shot a web that wound onto his chair (and the boy with immense strength) began hauling the professor to the cell. He smiled up at the boy, who was beaming with pride, he'd make a good X-men.
Instantly she felt calm. Like a wave had washed over her, she didn't know how to describe the experience, it was ... soothing and oddly comforting?
Her hands stopped trembling almost suddenly, and slowly she began to look up. There was a man on a chair, handsome and his presence made her feel odd.
Her eyebrows furrowed furiously.
"You absolute infidel, what on earth did you say that could have possibly piss- ", said the handsome man in the wheel chair.
Erik, (if it was possible) seemed to have pressed up even closer than before to the glass and started growling out another string of words that appeared to be in German.
The man turned to Coulson quickly, "Why did you put her in here?"
She was about to reply but Coulson beat her to it, "It was her wish and that we respected".
"Hmm"
"Get her out" said the man, with a strange jolt of authority (she would have never expected). He looked really young, maybe it was the hair?
"What about me Charles?", growled Erik. Looking (if it was anymore possible) enraged.
"You know what just- ENOUGH!" And almost on cue she watched the tall flanneled man fall to the ground and she almost laughed.
Lorna took a stand quickly, not sure what she should do. She rubbed her wrist awkwardly before she began to speak, with her usual confidence "Hey, it's not his fault." She was surprised when she heard a steady flow of words leave her mouth.
Charles, began to laugh quietly and she hoped to god that she wasn't blushing. "Don't worry about it, he's just asleep".
"He gets on your nerves quite a bit huh?".
"Indeed", Charles wheeled up to her stopping an arms length away. "Charles Xavier".
"Hello Charles", she smirked.
"Look Lorna I'm sorr-" interrupted Coulson, looking guiltily at her. He moved past the agents crowed stiffly awaiting an attack and hugged her quickly.
"It's ok"
"Do we need Wanda?", he mumbled quietly.
"No"
He then nodded in acknowledgment, turning to Charles. "I'll get the agents to carry Erik into another much more comfortable room, Lorna can show you around".
He began to walk off, before stopping and turning to Peter, "With me please, Parker".
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Oh wow it's been a while hasn't it!
Once again I haven't edited anything so apologies for the grammatical errors...
Infinty war... holy shit. I have no words, it was so good yet heart wrenching. Absolutely amazing. Then we had Deadpool 2 straight after!
I'm going to do a double update after this, because I spent all night writing it originally as one chapter but it was an overkill of words so I split them up into two chapters...