Hello everyone! I'm back! And with another deranged chapter too! As if I write anything else. Now I don't watch the Sopranos but I have read about it and seen clips from TV. It gave me a few ideas and an alternate way of introducing an old lesser known Marvel canon supporting character into the Misfitverse. Yup it's time to introduce another human to the Institute! I hope you like…
Woke Up This Morning…
A week passed since the incident with the Power Pack. And normal life (well normal for the X-Men and Misfits) went on more or less. It was Saturday again. All the students were outside in the woods near the Institute on a training session. They were separated into different teams and were already ten minutes into training.
"Okay since when is a scavenger hunt considered training?" Kurt asked as he looked at the list in his tri fingered hand. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Charles thought since all of you have been working so hard you deserved a fun session," Hank told him. In his group was Kitty, Kurt, Rahne, Doug, Danielle, Bobby, Amara and Tabitha. "Looking around for the various objects Logan and X-23 planted in the woods will help you practice your searching skills."
"Searching skills?" Kitty gave him a look.
"Or whatever it's called," Hank groaned. "I haven't had my morning coffee today, sue me!"
"You have to admit it is an interesting list," Kurt chuckled as he showed it to his team mates.
"Forge's socks?" Bobby looked at the list. "Forge's power tools? Forge's shoes? Forge's underwear? Do I see a pattern here?"
"Let me guess," Tabitha looked at Kitty. "You X-Guys made up the list?"
"Oh yeah," Kitty grinned.
"Scott and Jean had a few suggestions," Hank told her. "Some of us are still a bit miffed at Forge for what happened on our interdimensional field trip and it's consequences. Now let's…"
A scream interrupted him. Then the sound of a gunshot. "Holy crap! That sounded like a gun!" Bobby yelled.
"This way!" Hank tore off with his students towards the sound, deciding that the emergency took precedence over correcting Bobby's language.
Since Kurt had often spent time in the woods he was able to imagine where the gunshot might be and teleport there. He grabbed Kitty by the hand before he used his powers and they teleported there.
Just in time to see a stocky man in a jacket and jeans shoot a bullet into the leg of black woman on the ground. She screamed in agony as blood seeped through her jeans. She was wearing a white T-Shirt and a denim jacket that were quickly becoming covered in splatters of blood as well.
"Oh my god…" Kitty gasped.
Kitty's scream startled the gunman who hit his victim in the side instead of the heart like he intended to. He turned around and saw an angry Kurt tackle him. Kurt swore something in German before he managed to knock the gun out of his hand. The attacker kicked Kurt off just as the other X-Men happened on the scene.
"Freaking hell!" The gun man shouted. "What the hell are you?"
"He shot her!" Kitty yelled at Hank while she was trying to help the woman on the ground. "He shot her!"
With a roar Hank charged at the man.The intruder tried to escape but found his feet suddenly frozen solid. And a huge angry blue furry man beast was right behind him. Hank knocked him down, breaking the ice. The next thing the gunman knew he found himself surrounded by some very angry mutants.
"Go on, Pig," Tabitha snarled as Amara created some flames in her hands. "Give us a reason!"
The rubber faced man stared in horror as Rahne shifted into her wolf form and growled at him. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" The man shouted.
"We're asking the questions here dirtbag!" Tabitha created a large energy bomb. "Now shut up unless you want your insides scattered all over the forest!"
Hank quickly went to tend to the woman, now falling into unconsciousness. "She's losing a lot of blood! We have to get her back to the mansion for treatment fast!"
"So much for a normal training session," Bobby said before the woman passed out due to a combination of fear and loss of blood.
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Luck had always played a big part of Stevie Hunter's life. Unfortunately a lot of times it was bad.
Her father was accidentally killed by a stray bullet after getting a new job when she was eight. Her mother ran off to Vegas to become a showgirl when she was sixteen and was killed in a plane crash before she got there. Not long after that a week after she was accepted into the top dance academy in Philadelphia she was hit by a drunk driver. She had no choice but to go to her aunt's in New York city for a long painful recovery.
But she didn't give up her dreams of dancing. They just took a slightly different turn after high school. After her aunt died she had to take up dancing in a club where sometimes wearing a top was optional.
It didn't bother her that much. Stevie found she could make more money doing that than working behind a counter. That was where she met Anthony.
Anthony was the owner of the club. He never directly came onto her or forced himself on her. He was a gentleman and a professional with all his employees. But Stevie had eyes, she knew what was going on in the back rooms. And it wasn't all completely legal. But she had her own problems and what he did was none of her business. Eventually Anthony made her a hostess, a position with a little more authority and a lot more clothes. She took care of seating the clients and helping make sure the bar was well stocked and everything ran smoothly and legitimately. She was good at her job and a stickler for keeping things clean. Maybe a little too good at it.
She didn't go looking for trouble, but it found her. It found her the night she was cleaning up after hours and saw her room mate get shot by her boss. It seemed her room mate had been stealing some money as well as sampling a few drugs on the side and he wasn't happy about it.
And he sure wasn't happy about Stevie seeing the whole thing. She barely got out of the club alive. She was just lucky that Anthony was a really bad shot at moving targets.
She had no choice but to go to the cops who sent her to the Feds who sent her to a safe house that turned out not to be so safe. Pit Bull was waiting there for her and dragged her off to the woods to kill her.
Only she wasn't dead.
"Ms. Hunter?"
Stevie cautiously opened up her eyes. She was in a hospital room somewhere. A young woman with red hair wearing a lab coat was in the room along with a bald man in a wheelchair and a suit. "Ms. Hunter please don't be afraid," The bald man said. "You're quite safe now."
"Ow…" Gingerly Stevie placed her hand to her temple to find a bandage. "Oh my God…I was shot…I was shot…"
"Twice actually," He said. "Once in your right leg and your left side. It would have been three times if it hadn't been for us. You were very lucky that we were able to get you to our medical facilities in time."
"Us?" Stevie blinked. "Who's us?"
"I am Charles Xavier," The man said. "Of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted. You were attacked on the edge of our school grounds."
"School? Wait a minute, I'm in a school hospital?" Stevie couldn't believe her luck. She looked around at the room that had a lot of state of the art equipment. "What kind of school hospital has equipment like this? Some of this stuff looks like it came out of ER."
"You don't know who we are do you?" The red head asked.
"Should I?" Stevie asked. "I don't exactly watch the news a lot. But that name's familiar…Wait a minute…" Her memory of the attack returned with a vengeance. "There was this big blue furry…" Her eyes widened. "Oh Jesus…"
"You know now don't you?" The red head winced. "I'm Jean Grey."
"Let me get this straight…" Stevie was in shock. "I was saved by mutants? I feel a little…" She then passed out. Her strange luck had definitely struck again.
"Well that went well," Jean remarked. "But why was that man trying to kill her in the first place?" She had not used her telepathy on the woman.
"I think we'd better call the authorities," Xavier sighed. He had used his telepathy to find out. "I'm afraid our guest has fallen in with a very dangerous crowd and is in a lot of trouble."
"Sounds like nearly everyone else we meet," Jean said.
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Three hours later…
"Unbelievable," Detective Nick Gaines of the FBI grumbled as he rode in the unmarked blue police car. "Un-freaking believable." He was about forty years old with a medium build, with a brown and gray hair and the makings of a beard around his lower jaw.
His partner Detective Anthony Altone sat in the back. The irony that his first name just happened to be the same as the Shark's was not lost upon his partner. He was in his mid thirties with dark black hair and a gray suit. Unlike his partner, he made it a point to shave regularly. "Tell me about it. For years we've been trying to get a break in the Denarmasino case and our one lead nearly gets bumped off. Only to be rescued by mutants at the last second. What a…"
"Yeah those mutants at the Xavier Institute do tend to pop up in investigations when you least expect 'em to," Detective Abrams of the Bayville Police department chuckled as he drove.
"Listen Abrams," Gaines gave him a look. "This is still an FBI investigation. The only reason you're along for the ride is because you have experience dealing with these mutants. That's all."
"What Detective Gaines means is that we do appreciate any assistance we can get on this case," Altone said quickly, being the more diplomatic of the two.
"Don't worry, I know exactly what Detective Gaines means," Abrams gave Gaines a look. "I mean I can understand your situation. Your bosses must really have read you the riot act for dropping the ball on this one."
Gaines made a growl as the car pulled up to the gates of the Institute and was let in. "Just try and keep out of our way."
"I'm the least of your problems," Detective Abrams told him as he parked the car. "Trust me, I have no intention of getting involved any more than I have to. The FBI can screw things up perfectly well on their own. I just wanna watch you fall flat on your ass."
"Listen you two bit…" Gaines began.
"Nick," Detective Altone warned. "We were supposed to be watching the Hunter woman. We blew it. But we lucked out. So let's try and not blow it okay? Watch your temper."
"Fine," Gaines grunted as he got out of the car. He looked around. "Hmm…Place looks like a normal school. Never know muties lived here."
"Little advice, Detective," Abrams gave him a look. "Don't call 'em muties. And this place is a lot more dangerous than it looks. Trust me, this is the calm before the storm."
"Do you have any other advice?" Altone asked as they walked up to the door.
"Yeah no matter how weird it gets, and believe me it's gonna get plenty weird," Abrams told him. "Act like nothing's out of the ordinary. Just stand there and nod and don't think too much. They got mind readers in there but they usually don't go into your head unless you obsess over something. Pretend you've seen it all before even if you've never seen anything like it."
"Okay," Gaines agreed.
"And uh, if you see something purple with wings flying around breathing fire," Abrams said. "Don't tease it. Dragons hate to be teased. A sergeant at the force found that out the hard way."
"Dragons?" Gaines stopped in his tracks. "Did you just say…?"
"Dragons yeah. They have a dragon," Abrams smirked. "It's about the size of a large house cat but yeah it's real. And watch out for an all pink girl with very sharp hair and claws."
"Pink?" Gaines asked.
"Sharp hair and claws?" Altone blinked. A shadow flew over him and he looked up in time to see Warren fly over him. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph…"
"Get it together Tony," Gaines grunted. "It's just that Warrington character. I've seen him on the news."
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"What the hell…?" Gaines prepared to take his gun out of his holster.
"Easy," Abrams stopped him. "Explosions happen every day around this joint. Probably one of the kids fooling around with his powers or something."
"Actually we have target practice going on right now," Betsy Braddock opened the door wearing her black andyellowX-Man training uniform. "I'm Betsy Braddock. Professor Xavier sent me to bring you to his office."
"Fine, Ms. Braddock this is Detective Gaines and Detective Altone from the FBI," Abrams introduced.
"Not from Mutant Affairs Division I take it," Betsy raised an eyebrow.
"No, we work with Vice, Bunko and other departments," Gaines told her.
"I figured that," Betsy said her voice very controlled. "A Mutant Affairs Detective would know better than to imagine S and M scenarios around a telepath. Don't you agree Detective Gaines?"
The other two detectives gave Gaines a look. Gaines was very embarrassed. "Hey I'm not the one running around in spandex here!" He protested.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, idiot," Abrams hissed in his ear.
"Serves her right for going into my head," Gaines grunted back.
"I'm not going into your mind," Betsy corrected. "You areprojecting. You're practically screaming."
"Projecting?" Gaines asked. "What's that?"
"Thought waves are very much like sound waves to a telepath," Betsy explained. "And some people's frequencies are louder than others."
"So he's not just a loud mouth he's a loud brain," Abrams quipped. Gaines glared at him.
"Precisely," Betsy nodded. "Try to think of a wall or something. This way."
"I'd love to think of a wall…" Gaines grumbled out the side of his mouth as both Abrams and Altone chuckled.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"What the hell is that noise?" Gaines looked around. Then he saw what was making the noise. "Holy crap!"
The detectives noticed something going outside through a window and stared at the sight. They saw Scott directing a training exercise with Amara, Roberto, Tim, and Ray blasting sharp buzz saws coming straight at them. "What the hell is that?" Gaines' jaw dropped. "Did that girl just throw fire?"
"She did," Altone blinked. "And that one threw lighting. And the other two some kind of death rays..."
"Target practice," Betsy said simply. She pointed at the door. "The Professor will see you shortly. Wait here." She then walked away muttering underneath her breath. "I need a shower…"
"Geeze those kids out there have more firepower than some of the stuff I've confiscated off of weapons dealers," Altone remarked. "Do they do that stuff a lot?"
"All the time," Abrams nodded. "I even hear they have a special training room for it. Call it the Damage Room or something."
"And this doesn't worry you? I mean it don't freak you out that these kids have their own little army out here?" Gaines asked. "I mean what if they tried to do something?"
"That is the purpose of this school Detective Gaines," Jean said as she opened the door. "To train mutants to use their powers to help people. Come in, the Professor will see you now."
"How did you know what we were...?" Altone asked.
"Telepath," Jean grinned. "Like I was saying, this school is dedicated to teaching mutants to use their powers for good."
"How much good can they do when they're blowing stuff up?" Gaines grumbled.
"Better here than out in public," Xavier pointed out as he wheeled himself from behind his desk. "I'm Charles Xavier, headmaster of the Institute. I assume you are here to meet with our guests."
"Guests?" Altone asked.
"Ms. Hunter and her attacker," Xavier explained. "Mr. Paul Pantone."
"Pit Bull Pantone? The Shark's number one enforcer? You mean he's here?" Gaines yelled.
"He's in our holding facility," Xavier nodded. "One of my instructors and a few students witnessed his attack and prevented him from killing Ms. Hunter. I assumed you knew about this."
"Witnesses? We got witnesses?" Altone was shocked. "Do you know how long the FBI has been trying to get anything on the Pit Bull?"
"Mutant witnesses," Gaines pointed out. "Might not hold up in court."
"Last I checked the courts still count testimony from mutants as evidence," Abrams told him. "Remember the Stryker case?"
"Let's not jump the gun here," Altone interrupted. "This is a big break. Could you them up here so we can get their testimony?"
"Of course," Xavier nodded and sent a mental summons. "If you don't mind, Jean and I would like to stay while you interview them. They are minors after all."
"Why not?" Altone shrugged. "This office is as good as any."
"I gotta call headquarters and let 'em know about Pit Bull," Gaines nodded pulling out his cell phone. He went out in the hall for some privacy.
"Mr. Xavier you don't know how much you've done for this investigation," Altone told him. "Thanks to you we might have a chance of nailing this guy and his boss."
"I take it this is a rather dangerous individual," Xavier said.
"Maybe not by your standards but Anthony Denarmasino is one tough customer," Altone said. "He ain't called the Shark by his buddies for being cuddly and happy all the time."
Gaines walked in and looked a little pale. "You know you got a wolf here in this building?"
"That's one of the students," Jean explained with a smile. "She's also one of the students that witnessed the attack. Come in."
Hank, Doug, Kitty, Rahne and Kurt (without his image inducer on) walked in. Rahne walked in in wolf form but formed back into human form immediately to the amazement of the law enforcement officials. "And I thought I'd seen it all," Gaines blinked.
"Our apologies," Hank said. "Magma, Iceman and Boom Boom are at target practice and I believe Mirage is…"
"Boom Boom?" Gaines interrupted. "You have a student called Boom Boom?"
"She blows stuff up," Rahne explained. "A lot."
"Oh," Altone said simply. "I guess we can start with this group here. I need to take your names and statements about what happened this morning."
"Kurt Wagner," Kurt held up his hand. "We were having a training session...I mean a scavenger hunt when we heard screaming. I teleported over to the direction where..."
"Hold on," Gaines held up his hand. "Teleported? Like in Star Trek teleporting?"
"Yah, but I don't say beam me up Scotty in order to do it," Kurt grinned.
"May I ask a question? Why was that guy trying to shoot Ms. Hunter?" Kitty asked raising her hand.
"She's a witness in a case we're putting together against a certain someone," Gaines grunted. "Who are you and how do you know her name?"
"Kitty Pryde. And I heard The Professor say her name a when we brought her in," She told him.
"I had to read her thoughts in order to assess the situation,"Xavier explained.
"Another one," Gaines grumbled as he started to write on a pad. "Pryde…That name sounds familiar. Hold on, ain't you the one with the mother and the TV rock star?"
"Video DJ, yes," Kitty groaned. "Yes I'm related to them, unfortunately. Well my mother anyway."
"Now I remember you," Altone said. "You and the Reverend Stryker had a few tussles televised."
"I hope you socked the bastard a good one," Gaines grunted.
Everyone gave him a look. "My wife ran off with one of them Purists," Gaines explained. "As far as I'm concerned, they're just as nuts as you people."
"Well that's something I guess," Rahne shrugged.
"Excuse me, I have a question about the suspect. Was it a contract hit?" Kurt asked. "Who wanted to rub her out? What did she do to get whacked?"
"He watches a lot of television," Hank explained to the puzzled detectives.
"An individual named Tony Denarmasino," Abrams told them. He responded to Gaines' dirty look. "Like these kids wouldn't figure it out anyway."
"You mean the Shark don't you?" Doug asked. "You're trying to bring that mob boss down."
"Yeah, you've heard of him?" Gaines asked.
"His nephew went to my old school," Doug explained.
"The Hellfire Academy?" Jean asked. "What was his power?"
"Power? You saying the Shark's nephew is a mut-…I mean a mutant too?" Gaines yelped.
"Uh huh, he's a telepath who can also produce force beams from his hands," Doug said. "Kind of like Scott's brother only they aren't solar powered."
"You saying there's another mutant school around here?" Gaines asked.
"There was one," Xavier explained. "It's a long story. They were shut down by SHIELD. Their teaching philosophy was different than ours."
"Understatement of the year," Doug groaned. "They were training us to use our powers to take over the planet. When I found out the truth I barely got out of there with my life."
"Wait a minute," Altone dug deep in his pocket and pulled out a picture. "I heard about the Shark getting some new muscle in the family. Is this him?"
"Yeah and I recognize the guy standing next to him," Doug pointed. "That's Brian Kennedy. He and Tony were co-leaders of the Epsilons. That was a group of mutants that were being trained to take over business fields at my old school. He's also a telepath. They were real tight in school."
"Great just freaking great!" Gaines threw up his hands. "So now the Shark has two freaking mind readers in his pocket! No wonder we haven't been able to get anything on him the past couple of months!"
"It also means that the Shark probably has ties to the Hellfire Club," Kurt spoke up.
"The Hellfire Club?" Altone asked. "You mean those rich maniacs that nearly barbecued the city last year?"
"I'm afraid so," Xavier sighed. "The Hellfire Club is an organization of very powerful mutants that want to control the world through economic measures."
"But they're not exactly above strong arm tactics in order to get what they want," Hank added.
"Oh freaking hell!" Gaines threw up his hands. "Anthony this is way outta our league! Even I can see that!"
"Great now we gotta call in Mutant Affairs on this," Altone sighed.
"And I have a feeling SHIELD will want to know about this if they aren't aware already," Hank said.
"You mean that not so secret spy agency that you helped out a while back when Apocalypse tried to take over the planet?" Gaines looked at him. "This day just gets better and better! All right how about I interrogate the Pit Bull first! That kind of scum I can handle!"
"I'll handle the interrogation," Altone told him. "We've barley finished the lawsuit after you interrogated the last suspect! You call this in and then start taking statements."
"Told you I wasn't going to be your main problem," Abrams grinned.
"Jean why don't you show Detective Altone to the lower levels?" Xavier sighed. "I'm afraid I'm also going to have to make a phone call."
"You're going to call General Hawk huh?" Rahne asked.
"Exactly," Xavier nodded.
"General Hawk? Who's he?" Gaines asked as Jean showed Altone out.
"He's in charge of GI Joe," Kitty explained.
"GI JOE? WHY THE HELL TO WE HAVE TO CALL THOSE LUNATICS?" Gaines could be heard screaming as Jean and Altone left. A moment later he was heard shouting. "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME?"
"You know a lot of interesting people don't you?" Altone asked as they entered the elevator.
"Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it," Jean rolled her eyes.
They went to the lower level and found Logan standing outside the door to the holding area. "Logan this is Detective Altone from the FBI. Detective this is Logan one of our instructors. Also known as Wolverine. Wait a minute, what's going on? Why are you out here?" Jean asked. "I thought you were watching over our 'guest'?"
"Let's just say I thought of an inventive training session for Mirage," Logan grinned. "Seeing as this guy likes to pick on girls…"
"Logan…" Jean moaned. "You didn't!"
"What? Why not?" Logan asked. "She ain't hurting him...technically."
"Logan," Jean's tone indicated she was not amused. "You left Mirage alone in there with him?"
"Technically, no," Logan shrugged.
"Who's Mirage?" Altone asked. "Why? What does she do?"
"She has the ability to make your worst nightmares come true," Logan grinned as he pushed the button on the sliding door and they went inside. "And she's getting to be very good at it."
Inside was a sight that Altone wouldn't believe. A purple dragon was yapping away at the cell and a young Native American girl in a New Mutants training uniform was glaring at the man inside it. One of the most vicious, cold hearted mob enforcers ever known was cringing in his cell like a little kid screaming and crying.
"Hey Pit Bull," Altone asked, pretending not to be surprised at the sight. "How's it going?"
"HOW'S IT GOING? DON'T YOU SEE ALL THE SNAKES EVERYWHERE? GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!" Pit Bull screamed like a maniac. "GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF! I HATE SNAKES! I HATE SNAKES! THEY'VE GOT SLIMY SKIN AND THEY SMELL! AGGGGHH! NO! NO! THEY'RE EATING ME ALIVE! THEY'RE EATING ME! GET THEM OFF OF ME! HELP!"
"That's enough Mirage," Jean sighed. Danielle released her mental hold on the prisoner.
"Yap! Yap! Yap! Yap! Yap!" Lockheed snapped. "GRRRRRR!"
"That goes for you too Lockheed," Jean warned.
"Is that a...?" Detective Altone blinked.
"Dragon, yes," Logan nodded.
"He's just a baby," Danielle told him. "And he doesn't eat people or anything. At least we're pretty sure he doesn't."
"But I'm sure we can make an exception," Logan gave an evil glare at the prisoner.
"Get me out of here!" The hardened mob hit man was sobbing like a three year old. "Get me away from these crazy mutants! Especially that one!" He pointed to Logan.
"Some people can't take a joke," Logan snorted. "It's not like I used the claws on him."
"I don't want to know what you did this time," Jean sighed.
"You know this place is starting to grow on me," Altone chuckled. "Okay Pantone let's have a little chat shall we?"
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Anything you want to know! Just keep that thing away from me!" He pointed to Lockheed who was glaring at him. "Keep these freaks away from me!"
"BBLLLLPPPPP!" Lockheed made a raspberry and flicked his tongue at him.
"And I don't want to know what you did either," Jean gave a look at Lockheed.
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"Ms. Hunter?"
Stevie woke up. "Oooh, my head…My leg!" Then she remembered where she was. "Oh that's right..."
Detective Altone was there along with Xavier and Nick Fury. "You remember me, Detective Altone?"
"How could I forget?" Stevie groaned. "The guy who nearly got me killed. Ow! My leg…What..?"
"Your kneecap was shattered by the bullet," Xavier explained. "I'm afraid it will be a while before you walk again."
"My career as a dancer was ruined anyway," Stevie said bitterly. "Who's the guy pretending to be Captain Hook?"
"Nick Fury, head of SHEILD," He told her. "Ms. Hunter I'm not going to beat around the bush. Your life is in danger and it seems that your friend the Shark is in bed with a group of mutants that make the mob look like kindergarteners."
"Okay…" Stevie took the news in. "I'm in a hell of a lot of trouble aren't I?"
"Yeah," Altone sighed.
"How bad?" Stevie asked.
"Real bad," Fury sighed. "Bad enough that the FBI can't keep you safe anymore."
"They couldn't keep me safe to begin with," Stevie said bitterly. "So now what plan have you geniuses come up with?"
"Well I've been talking to Xavier and…" Altone hesitated. "He's agreed that right now the safest place for you would be at the Institute."
"You mean the Institute as in here?" Stevie asked. "This place?"
"Yeah," Altone said. "The truth is I don't think we have the resources right now to protect you against these guys. But the X-Men do."
"Okay…" Stevie took a deep breath.
"I realize this might be unsettling for you Ms. Hunter," Xavier began.
"No, when I got shot it was unsettling," Stevie interrupted. "Right now I'm still in shock. But then again it's not like I have anywhere else to go. Mr. Xavier…I'm sorry for the way I acted. I mean not that I appreciate you saving me or anything…"
"It's quite all right," Xavier held up his hand. "Considering what you've been through it's quite understandable. Actually you handled it better than we thought. I just hope we can make your stay somewhat pleasant."
"Can't be any worse than mobsters," Stevie groaned.
"Wanna bet?" Fury grumbled.
Next: Fun when a human moves into the mansion. But it's not all fluff and games as forces conspire to make their lives miserable! And a new sinister plan is afoot. In other words just another typical day for the gang.