Xavier Institute, Feb 5th 4:32 pm


Wanda shook her head as she sat on the couch in the school's living room. Tears glittered behind her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall. She was used to being disappointed by her father, but this was a whole new level. "I can't believe this... All the things going on, and he was here playing Joseph? He is a real bastard." Scott sighed.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I know how hard that must be to hear." The girl snorted, leaning back with her arms crossed.

"I'm not surprised, though. He's a megalomaniac. I haven't heard from or seen Pietro in years. And he's chasing after her like father of the year." Her gaze fell to the ground, haunted. "He only cares about Lorna all of a sudden because they've got the same abilities. I'm not even sure if he's certain that's his daughter or they just have the same powers." She shook her head bitterly. "It doesn't matter. She's more his daughter than I am."

"I'm sorry. Honestly, my only impression I walked away from that with is that he's selfish. Polaris is like fan service to him, of course he's got all the time and energy to invest in her." Scott's stare hardened. "Don't let it get to you." Wanda stood abruptly, her fists clenched.

"Believe me, I've got dealing with my father inflicted trauma down to a science. Thanks." He tried to place a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off. "We were taken, too! Experimented on. Y'know. They made me stronger. That's how I destroyed the compound and got out myself." Scott thought for a moment about how students had been captured when he was gone. Rahne had died. Those memories still haunted him.

"Wanda..."

"I got wolf packed by those Friend's Of Humanity bastards. They would've killed me if Fred didn't come from the sewers to help." She sighed, looking at her hands. "The Morlocks are gone." Scott's heart crashed through the floor. His least fond memories were in the Morlock tunnels. Images of his friends and allies viciously massacred plague his mind. "They're dead, aren't they? Fred... They didn't relocate... I-I haven't seen Fred since-" Scott placed a hand on on her arm.

"We'll help you look for him, Wanda. Whether you join us or not. The professor's gone..." Scott inhaled sharply. "This place will be a sanctuary to any mutant who needs a place to go." 'Regardless of our history.' She nodded.

"No. I'm ready to join. And help make sure that stuff doesn't happen to other mutants." Scott sighed. "I'm sorry, about Jean..." She looked away from him awkwardly.

"Thanks. And I'm glad you said that. What we're up against-"

"I know." She said with a glowering look. They were both familiar with the invasive and soul shattering mind control. "This might be worse than Apocalypse." Scott clenched his fist.

"And now they've got," His voice choked up suddenly. "We've got to do something." Wanda nodded, surprisingly sympathetic.

"We will." She responded, her stare hard. 'I have to find out what my father has to do with all this.'


Rome, Italy, Feb 4th 2:19 pm


Bucky frowned when he saw Clint and Natasha approaching the modest camp he'd made, already suited out.

"What? Not happy to see us?" Clint asked, adjusting one of his bows. Bucky snorted.

"You two aren't here to extract the stone," He said, his arms folded. "That means you're here to defend, aren't you?" He shrugged his leather jacket around him, the wind whipping his face. The partners exchanged knowing glances that answered his question. "How bad is it?"

"They controlled another mutant with the Mind Stone... This one's really powerful." Natasha filled in, her face apprehensive. Bucky nodded knowingly, cracking his knuckles. He knew exactly where they were headed.

"Of course," He said, looking around them wearily. "Any idea when they should be getting here?" Clint shrugged, looking for any sign of a disturbance.

"We're just glad she didn't already get here." Bucky sent him a dry look before walking over to grab one of his large guns. He tightened the attachment of his robotic arm and surveyed the area with dark eyes.

"She?" He asked as though he were a little surprised. Clint shrugged.

"Haven't gotten your ass kicked enough times by me to believe that?" She asked, elbowing Bucky playfully. She chuckled.

"I'm just a gentleman." He countered, a playful look on his face. Neither he nor Natasha liked to kiss and tell. They hadn't gone on as many missions together as she and Clint had, but he was certain they had done more. His stare lingered a little too long at her, and even the Black Widow blushed. Clint rolled his eyes.

"I didn't even know you liked girls, Buck. I thought Steve was your type." That broke the two apart quickly, both sending the archer dark stares.

"Watch it," His partner growled, frowning when a watch on her arm began beeping furiously. Clint cocked an eyebrow, looking around the arid area. Italy wasn't exactly warm in February, there was a chill in the breeze and nothing but dry soil around them. There were ruins of buildings and what looked like old coliseums around them.

"What is that?" He asked, watching Natasha closely. Her face became dead serious, and she pulled out one of her twin pistols. Bucky's eyes went black. He had done this before, many times before. He would become someone else, whoever he had to be. He would have defeat his opponent, the world depended on it.

"It's a tracker. It can detect those with an X-Gene... She's here somewhere." Bucky cocked his uzi and looked around, a cold breeze blowing through his hair.

"What are her powers, anyways?" He asked nonchalantly, laying a bullet loop over his shoulder. Clint chuckled and even Natasha smiled.

"Oh. Just everything." She answered, confusing the operative beside her.

"Everything?"

"Yup." She answered, looking in the sight of her gun. "Oh, and don't let her touch you." She informed him, reloading her other gun quickly.

"Or she'll have all your brainwashing & secret agent training and she'll be that much harder to fight." He explained, equipping a bomb arrow in his notch. Bucky looked at him.

"Or your expert marksmanship." The thought made Clint's heart jump. He made a conscious effort as an Avenger to not be lethal, but the knowledge would be catastrophic in other hands.

"Guys," Natasha interrupted. "She's-" She appeared in front of them in a flash of sulfur. Gloveless. Time froze for a second as she appeared out of thin air. She had long, auburn hair in a low ponytail behind her. Curious silver streaks framed her face. On her chest was a dark green bikini top, a loop of bullets strapped around her chest. She had what looked like a Tommy gun strapped to her back, her eyes glowing a fierce blue.

She stood still for a moment, sizing up the agents. Her hand jittered for the gun on her back but Bucky leapt into movement, shoving both Natasha and Clint behind him. He grappled with the gun in Rogue's hands, getting the gun and tossing it far away. "To the altar," He bit out, both his hands locked with the mutant girl's. He grunted under the strain, impressed and alarmed by her strength. "I'll keep her from getting in there!" He cried.

Clint and Natasha watched in horror as Bucky's metal arm began to groan from the stress she was putting on it. Rogue stared at him blankly with glowing, blue eyes. He cried out as it began to crumple under the mutant's grip like aluminum. 'How is she this strong... Is it the stone?' He pushed back with all his might. "But," She began protesting, her pistols drawn. Clint grabbed her and dragged.

"GO," Bucky pressed, wrenching his arm free and slamming the metal against Rogue's face, knocking her back. Clint pulled again.

"Nat, c'mon. The stone." He urged, tripping over himself to get into the Roman ruins. "We've got to stand our ground!" He told her, thinking about how mercilessly strong the mutant was. He shook his memories of being controlled by the Mind Stone from his mind. Natasha didn't want to leave Bucky to fight alone, but she knew he was the toughest of all three of them.

The coliseum ruins were dark and damp, a raised stone glowing with a red light. There was no doubt that the stone, at least it's essence, was present. Natasha looked unsurely at the mouth of the cave. "Bucky..."

Rogue stood instantly, as if she didn't register pain. Bucky wiped his mouth, circling the girl menacingly. She had on camo pants and combat boots, but she didn't look military. At least, not any he'd seen. He searched her for any sign of who she could be working for. She barely looked college age, how was he supposed to potentially take her out? "I don't want to hurt you," He warned, edging closer. "But I will."

Rogue slammed her fists together, sending a sudden pain shooting through the shoulder of Bucky's that was attached to his cybernetic arm. He watched in horror as it was dragged forward by an unseen force. "N-No..." She twisted her hand and his own fist connected with his face, sending him flying. Rogue flew after him, her eyes glowing blue as she chased.

She raised her fist with a scream, preparing to slam into Bucky at full force. He moved at the last second, holding his metal arm as a shield. Rogue's fist rang, repelling her back. She launched forward again but this time, Bucky slammed his robotic arm into the ground. A shockwave reverberated through the area, scrambling the cosmic hold of the Mind Stone on Rogue.

"Nnngh..." She grunted, stumbling suddenly. Bucky took the chance and sprang upon her, launching her flying with a sudden punch. Clint and Natasha watched anxiously as he seemed to gain the upper hand. He approached the downed mutant quickly, slamming his metal arm around her throat and squeezed mercilessly. He saw black as he tried to crush her throat, eliminating the world wide threat. Her eyes were shut tight as she struggled against his vice-like grip.

But when she opened them he didn't see cold, blue eyes. He saw terrified eyes. Human eyes. The eyes of another helpless person he was about to slaughter. She couldn't speak but it seemed like, for some reason, the stone's effects weren't working. He could see the helplessness and the fear in her eyes, thinking about all the innocents he had slain while under mind control. Like Tony's parents... He was too lost in thought to notice the wash of blue envelope her.

She screamed as clouds covered the sky, making everything dark. Natasha grabbed one of her pistols, but Clint held her back. He notched a bomb arrow and watched closely.

Rogue shot Bucky off of her. He raised his arm to pound the ground again, but her feet were no longer on the ground, she was hovering. A crack of lightning cracked down on Bucky's arm, causing him to howl in anguish. His metal arm began to sizzle and pop from the sudden rise in temperature.

"No!" Natasha shouted as Clint raced out, his arrow set to fire. Bucky toppled to the ground, twitching. His arm wouldn't respond at all anymore. He pushed himself up with his organic arm, glaring at Rogue. 'How is she so powerful...'

"Don't..." He snarled at her as she reached with her bare hand.

She grabbed him by the neck with surprising ease and pressed one of her hands to his face. Cursing, Clint ran forward. "Don't come out here, Nat. You have to protect the stone." He gave her a hard look before running outside. 'I mean it.'

"Clint,"

Rogue tossed Bucky yards away from her and continued forward. Clint shot an incendiary arrow that landed right at her feet. He quickly shot another that set the girl on flames instantly. Natasha watched in astonishment, running beside Clint despite his order. "You weren't supposed to-" She stood beside him, her eyes entranced on the flames.

"Jesus, Clint." She breathed, shaking her head. He looked down, clearly not happy with the lethal force he used. 'That could've been me when I was under control...' He was fortunate Natasha refused to take him down.

"Yeah. I know." He looked at her with troubled eyes. "It was her or Bucky, Nat." Natasha stared at the sudden funeral pyre.

"I know, but... This was all supposed to fix the red in our ledgers. Not-" Natasha let out a surprised yelp when Rogue stalked through the flames, her skin metal. Her military pants hung off her in tatters, but she was otherwise unharmed. Clint shot his grapple hook quickly and attached it to Natasha. She cursed as the cord whipped her back inside the altar.

"CLINT,"

He quickly strung a shock arrow and released a dead center shot at Rogue. It froze before it collided with her. The arrow turned, and launched itself at Clint, who was forced to dive out of the way. He landed with a grunt, getting to his feet quickly. He fired a barrage of bomb arrows into the air, watching breathlessly as they rained right through her like she was a ghost, the explosions kicking up dust.

"W-What..." He shook himself from his stupor and fired an energy blast from a modified wrist gun that Tony had made him. She teleported away from the blast, landing behind Clint. She grabbed his neck with her bare hand and he went limp instantly. Rogue surveyed around her, searching for the stone Mystique had sent her for. She took his bow and his cache of arrows, turning towards the Roman ruins that housed the stone.

Natasha watched as Rogue ascended on her, not even flying ,but walking to the ruin's opening. Tony was right. It didn't really seem like there was anything the mutant wasn't capable of. She could control her particles at will, fly, manipulate metal, control the weather, manipulate things with telekinesis... This was the definition of a super soldier. She pressed herself flat against the wall and waited for her to approach.

She almost screamed when a blue blast rocketed into the cave, Rogue following not long after. Screaming, Natasha launched herself off the wall swinging for the mutant. Tony's enhancement cuffs magnified her punches and kicks by 20%, and if she swarmed her she had a chance of doing harm to the invulnerable mutant. She held her hands up defensively, glaring at Natasha with blue eyes.

She fired a gun that shot out a net that began shocking Rogue once it wrapped around her. She screamed, flaming up quickly and incinerating the contraption. Natasha jumped at her again, the stun bars glowing blue in her hands. She phased through the girl like she was vapor. Rogue kicked behind her, sending the Black Widow through crumbling pillars of stone.

Grunting, Rogue lifted stone debris around her and launched them at Natasha who barely rolled out of the way. Rogue clutched her fists and the ground began to shake, rocks crumbling around them both. Rogue began to scream as though she was suddenly enraged. 'This place is gonna come down on us both,' Natasha thought, flipping forward and swinging her stun bars toward Rogue.

She caught her under the jaw as Rogue screeched. "Listen, I know what it's like to controlled. Programmed. Forced." She tried to look into the mutant's eyes. She only moaned in response, shoving Natasha away from her. "I know what kind of hell that stone is, too. But you can fight it. You can do everything else!" She watched as the mutant seemed to show resistance. This was the longest amount of time she had seen her not attack.

Soon, she was cradling her head. Tears streamed down her face as she moaned. "Gooooo," She said through clenched teeth. Natasha moved closer.

"Listen, I know who you are. The X-Men. You guys have faced things that threatened this whole planet." She placed a hand on her shoulder. "We don't have time for this." She gestured between them. "We need you and everyone on your team to help us stop something much worse." Rogue grunted, fighting the violent impulses with all her might. 'Everyone's... In danger...' She thought, fighting against the forces of the stone. "So fight it!" Natasha pushed.

Rogue grabbed her face with her bare hands, her fingernails dinging into the flesh on her cheek. "No!" Natasha gasped, struggling against her grip. Rogue's eyes were blue but tears still streamed down her face as she was helpless to stop herself. She dropped the agent when she'd taken enough of her essence.

"Good work." Anastasia called, stepping over Bucky and Clint. "The fools. With their knowledge, the rest of the stones will be yours in a fortnight. Now, extract the Power Stone." She demanded, the glowing blue brooch in her arms. Rogue stood, powerless to defy the demand. She raised stones around Natasha, effectively trapping her should she wake up.

Rogue approached the erected stone that was like a well. In it, an effervescent, red liquid swirled. Anastasia stood beside her. "You must solidify it. Try using the Space Stone to amplify your powers." The purple, glowing stone was hidden in a collar around Rogue's neck. Obeying, her eyes began to glow purple. She dangled her bare hand over the liquid and pulled.

She grunted with the effort but slowly, the stone appeared in her hand. "Yes..." Anastasia hissed with glee. With a gasp the stone materialized. Rogue slumped, exhausted even with the boost from the stone. Anastasia took the stone quickly. "Incredible job. Sinister will be most pleased." She tucked the stone away safely. "Let's go home." Using the Space Stone tone again, they were teleported instantly to the base, leaving the defeated Avengers alone.


"Nat? Nat come in? Natasha?" Steve threw his communicator against the wall in frustration. Fury had been giving them the run around and he had yet to get into contact with them again. Bruce shook his head, staring off distantly at the wall.

"You know what this means." He said, his voice shaking. Tony waved his hand in front of the projector screen.

"At best, the Power Stone is in the hands of absolute maniacs. Even worse, Nat, Clint, and Buck are-" A glare from Steve silenced him. Thor stood abruptly.

"How quickly can we arrive at their coordinates? I am certain this lass can't take us all on." Bruce sighed.

"Not fast enough, Thor." Bruce answered, shaking his head. 'Natasha... Damn it.'

"I should've stayed and guarded the stone myself." Steve said, thinking about his few sparse words with Bucky. Tony made an exasperated sound.

"How is you sacrificing yourself to a mutant any better? The Avengers would effectively be over." He countered crossly. Their attention was taken by an incoming transmission sound. Everyone gathered around the screen to Natasha at the forefront, and Clint helping Bucky up in the background. "You guys!" Tony exclaimed. They looked a little worse for wear, but alive. And they couldn't have asked for more.

"Nat," Steve choked out. "Clint. Bucky?" Anxiety slipped over his features as he watched them examine his metal arm. "Is he hurt? Are you guys alright?" Clint chuckled in the background.

"Yeah, we're fine. Just our prides were eviscerated." He said as Steve rubbed a hand over his face. Tony watched the screen closely.

"Jesus Christ. Buck, what happened to that arm, buddy?" He asked incredulously. The three exchanged a look.

"Bucky was struck by lightning." Natasha answered. Thor crossed his arms, his face red.

"This place has another commander of lightning and thunder?" He accused, disgusted. "I was not aware."

"Yeah," She replied. "I think she fried that arm." Bruce shook his head, the relief that Natasha was alright fading to fear for the stone.

"Let me guess, the stone..." She sighed, blinking back frustrated and helpless tears.

"We didn't even stand a chance, B." She stressed, the look on her face communicating what they were up against. "I don't think any of us lasted longer than three minutes. Seriously, I thought Clint killed her." Tony shook his head in horror.

"I saw bullets and arrows go through her..." Bucky began, his face distant. "I saw all of her skin turn to metal, like my arm. I felt her go in my head. Make an earthquake happen. Make lightning strike me." Tony, Steve, and Thor were all silent as Bucky spoke. "I don't think there was anything she couldn't do."

"And I think she touched us all, didn't she?" Clint chimed in, rubbing his pounding head.

"So, wait, let me get this straight." Tony began, holding his hands out. "She's got that stone and she's got all of your knowledge, your espionage capabilities, your knowledge of what you know so far?" Natasha nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. And it only took her ten minutes to do so." He paled, knowing they all should've collectively put up a much harder fight. "So if anyone has any ideas about how we're supposed to find the stones, much less stop her from getting them..." Tony turned and whisked away from the screen, the button up shirt shrugged around his t-shirt swaying behind him.

"It's time for me to make some calls. Somebody's gotta be proactive about this." Steve tried not to roll his eyes.

"See you guys back here soon?" He asked. Natasha sighed.

"Yeah."

"Hey," He cut in, his voice soft. "Even if you failed, I know you guys still did a good job and everything you could. We're just up against some bad odds again." She tried to smile.

"Right. See you soon." She waved at the screen before the video ended. Bruce stood and started walking towards his office.

"I'm gonna lock myself in my lab until I find a solution," He said, grabbing a mug of coffee on his way out. Steve sighed, staring at the screen.

'What are we going to do...'


Abandoned Volgograd Russian KGB Base, Feb 5th 6:27 pm


With a feminine snarl, Laura cut through the steel doors with ease. Logan smirked proudly behind her, creeping inside with Remy beside him. He studied the boy, who had somehow become one of his disciples as much as Laura or Rogue had. He had wished he'd been more receptive of the mutant when he first arrived at the institute, he could've probably spared him and Rogue a lot of suffering if he had just had some guidance.

Logan didn't like should'ves and could'ves. He hadn't found a way to change the past but he could do something now. He would keep him close and help him stay on the positive path, the kid had it in him. As time passed on, Logan had less and less faith in Scott's leading abilities. Jean and the professor's deaths had hardened him. And not in any good way. He was losing touch with his peers and teammates, and without them, he was nothing.

He pushed the thought of the infuriating leader from his mind. The site looked trashed. Abandoned. And even worse, like someone tossed it already. Laura sniffed around delicately, her movements agile. "Too many smells here..." She complained, looking around in the dark. "But she was definitely here. For a little while..." Logan nodded in agreement. She looked at him through curtains of long, dark hair.

Remy stuck a flash drive into one of their computers. "'Least see what dey up to..." He said glumly. Logan sighed, eyeing the boy wearily. He seemed to be taking Rogue's kidnapping harder than Scott was.

Logan sat lazily on a blanket in the yard of the mansion. It was a balmy summer day even though fall was supposed to have arrived already. Everyone on campus found an excuse to be outside and enjoy the slice of nature. He was puffing on a cigar and nursing a whiskey sour (which alone couldn't get the mutant drunk, even with his ailing healing factor). It was more for the bite of the aged, expensive whiskey Charles had gifted him for Christmas one year.

He smiled wistfully, thinking about his old friend. He still missed him dearly. Jean too, but somehow, he was starting to make peace with it. 'A lot of the both of them live on in all of you...' He thought, watching the kids play, eat, and even just bask in the warm sunlight. It was nice to see everyone together. The kids had made him proud, only getting closer after each loss.

Bobby was mixing fruit with his ice outside and making drinks, Amara helping him pass them out. Kitty was on Piotr's shoulders as he trucked her around, a kite flying high above their heads. Tabitha was playing volley ball with a surviving pink haired Morlock named Sara, Illyana, Jaime, a girl named Valera (who could morph into a dragon like creature), Kurt, Amanda, Sam, and even Ororo and Hank.

Roberto and Jubilee were in the back fields, training for a future team called Delta R ( for Rahne and Ray respectively). Laura and Remy were sparring lazily. He had a dopey grin on his face and even Laura couldn't help but smile a little, and the girl hardly ever smiled. Well, at least before Remy started hanging around more. It was a look he thought suited the young Weapon X project. She deserved more smiles.

He dipped a paint brush in water and dragged long strokes against his canvas. Watercolor painting had been one of the first therapies Charles had suggested for his nightmares and rage blackouts. He and Jean would paint all the time, from when she was a little girl until her last days at the institute. It made him feel closer to her.

Remy swung his staff and Laura jumped up, balancing precariously on it like a cat. Remy chuckled, impressed. "My, mon bichette!" He exclaimed. "C'est impressionnant!" She smirked.

"Oui, je le sais, monsieur." She shot back rapidly. As a tool of war, the girl was fluent in French, Russian, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, German, and Logan was suspicious of many other languages. He only found out about the Russian when he caught her conversing with Piotr's little sister fluidly. Logan smiled proudly to himself.

"Good, Laura." He called from his painting.

"Hi!" He looked up to see Rogue descending from the sky, a grin on her face. Her hair was a wavy mane these days (since she couldn't see). She landed near Remy and Laura and the three began playfully sparring together. Logan was happiest around those three and Kitty these days. Remy swung his staff lightly and Rogue tapped him with the back of her fist. Laura leapt for Remy but he caught her, tossing her in the air. Rogue caught her and tossed the girl higher. Logan looked up in surprise when he heard Laura laugh. He could count the times he remembered on one hand.

He smiled, watching them take a second to play and enjoy themselves. He only knew that heartache awaited them tomorrow. When he noticed Scott watching he frowned, returning back to his painting to calm himself. Scott's change had been undeniable. He had changed from a leader to a tyrant over night, and Logan was getting tired of holding his tongue about it.

Still, the school needed peace more than Logan needed to speak his mind.

Scott edged closer, his energy causing the hair to stand up on the back of Laura's neck. The sparring ceased, and Rogue flew and landed gently in front of the X-Men's leader. You wouldn't be able to tell by looking at Rogue, but her sight still hadn't returned. She was getting around as good as ever, even flying confidently. It didn't keep Scott from worrying about her. He cast a dark glare towards Remy solely for the fact the she couldn't see it.

"Hey, you." She said softly, placing a hand on his face. She could feel his face work into a smile.

"Hey. Why don't you come inside, you've been training all day." He wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her gently. "I'll make you something to eat." She smiled at his thoughtfulness and went along with him.

"Thanks, Scott." Laura scoffed when they were out of earshot.

"She doesn't need anyone leading her around anymore." She commented dryly, leaning against a tree. Remy stifled laughter.

"Easy, Minou." Logan chastised. He had heard Remy call the girl 'Kitty' in french as a nickname and had stolen it instantly.

"It's insulting. He's insulting." She really still held a grudge from a fight between the two a long time ago. He had attacked Logan and she never forgot it.

"He's got a stick up his butt, petit. Someone has to." Logan snorted at that, turning his attention back to his painting.

Remy stared at the flash drive in his hand, brown hair starting to grow past his eyes and to his shoulders. 'He should really get a trim...' Logan thought to himself, shaking his head. "Dere. Ever'ting should be in dere now." He turned to Logan, worry creasing his brow. Logan had been sniffing what appeared to be a blood stain, but it didn't seem like Rogue's.

"What do we do?" Laura asked anxiously, her dark eyes watching Logan. He growled to himself. This wasn't good enough, he wanted her back yesterday.

"Well, they were smart enough not to leave the equipment working. So, unless we can get this running on the Blackbird, we have to take it home to look for clues." He surmised. The girl's shoulders sagged. "Don't wanna go back there empty-handed either, trust me." Remy huffed.

"Doesn't matter whether we left or we stay-"

"Yes it does!" Logan snapped, his eyes cross. It was a tone Remy hadn't heard in a while. There was a desperate edge to his voice that was natural. Remy was silenced. "We're searchin' for her. She feels our energy, she feels us lookin' for her. It's gonna help her hang on, I guarantee it. Besides, Kitty is the one who's going to get us any info off that thing." Remy cast his gaze at the ground. "I'm worried about her too, okay?" He met Logan's dark eyes and nodded.

"Okay. So, let's try to get back. Even if we gotta deal with Scott. It doesn't matter now that he didn't come with us cause we ain't get her either." They both nodded.


Nick Fury rolled his eyes when he saw Tony Stark's number pop up on his iPhone. He had been familiar with the concept of the multiverse for decades, but he had never thought that his timeline could merge with another. He was simply glad it had only added heroes to the equation and not the other way around.

"Stark, I'm gonna start billin' you. Stop buggin' me."

"Fury, finally. I've got you." He said, speaking quickly. "I need your help."

"Why else would you call?" Fury shot back, his patience wearing thin.

"I need you to get me in touch with Bolivar Trask." Fury stopped in his tracks, causing two other SHIELD agents to bump into him.

"You what?" Tony huffed.

"I need access to that sentinel technology. The mutant being controlled by the Mind Stone just wiped half of us out in five minutes." Nick Fury's blood ran cold. He knew it had to be one of Logan's. "The only shot we have from the world being ended is if we can stop her from collecting them all. And the only way I'm going to do that is if I engineer some sentinel technology."

"Answer me this," He asked. "Is the mutant Rogue?"

"You're on a first name basis with the mutant kid brigade and you're not paying attention!?" Tony shouted into his iPhone, enraged at Fury's continued arrogance. Fury scoffed.

"I'm sorry, that ain't my job. I keep the U.S and the World from catastrophe every damn day, I don't play in a suit Mr. Stark. Now, is it or isn't it Rogue? Cause they only way you're getting in touch with Trask is if you answer me!"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes. I think that's her, codename, or whatever." Fury inhaled.

"I'll send you his contact information when I get off the phone." He responded, hanging up right after. Tony stared at his phone in disbelief.

"Jerk off," He mumbled, surprised when the attachment hit his phone. He dialed the phone instantly, heading down to his work station provided by Fury and SHIELD.

"Uh, yeah this is inventor Tony Stark. Multimillionaire? Scientist? Yeah, creator of the Iron Man suit. Yeah. I wanted to talk shop, we've got a homeland security issue." His voice darkened. "I need access to your technology to defend us. Yes. Uh huh. Yes I can. Great. Thanks so much for your cooperation. Thank you. Goodbye." He shut off his phone and punched the air. "Tony Stark saves the day."


A/N: bichette: french for young doe

C'est impressionnant: It is impressive

Oui, je le sais, monsieur: Yes, I know mr.