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James watched the men's startled expressions. What program? Why was everyone so upset? Logan moved toward her with worry in his eyes. "Are you sure, Doc?"

She gave a sharp nod and whispered, "They're discussing who they would get first."

"And?" Logan pressed.

"We won't be first, but they know about us. It's just a matter of time." Her eyes flashed dangerously. Something about that look caused an electrical current to travel down James' body. He wanted her, but he tried to mask his desire with a look of confusion. Logan raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Of course you didn't clue the Winter Soldier in."

Bucky's head snapped in his direction. How did Logan know? How much of his past was Logan a part of? Who was coming for his girl? He already left his best friend for her; it wouldn't be a far stretch for him to fight by her side.

James shifted closer to her and lowly asked, "Who are they? And why are they getting you?"

Before she could respond, the Professor stated solemnly, "Mutants. Since the discovery of their existence they have been regarded with fear, suspicion, often hatred. Across the planet, debate rages. Are mutants the next link in the evolutionary chain or simply a new species of humanity fighting for their share of the world? Either way it is a historical fact: Sharing the world has never been humanity's defining attribute, and Bolivar Trask no longer wishes to share. He has created machines to hunt down mutants that the government deems 'dangerous' and place them in holding facilities." James couldn't help but feel appalled. He had fought against a man who had done this very thing to others. He had heard the stories, just before he became lost, about places that were called "facilities" but were really murder factories. At the time, he thought they were rumors, but according to Steve, the rumors were real and much worse. Hitler had killed millions. Was this going to happen again? Surely he was not going to a part of the witch hunt, but Netanya would be. She was powerful. James still wasn't sure about how powerful, but his gut told him that she was one of the most powerful.

"That means you too, bub." Logan added. Had he been that readable?

"Me?" James' eyes met Netanya's—he wanted her to tell Logan that he was wrong, but her eyes said otherwise. They were coming for him too. Then it dawned on him. How could they not? His abilities made him lethal. His eyes narrowed, "I take it you have a plan?"

"We've been preparing for years. I'll show you our simulation program later—it'll give you taste of what we're up against." Netanya stated with a look of pride. "Professor, are we still speaking at the Senate hearing this coming week?"

James looked at her as if she had grown two heads. She wanted to go straight into the lion's den and talk? She was planning on doing something that Steve would have done. Steve always opted for the non-violent approach when they were younger, but he's still got pummeled. His girl was pulling a Steve.

"Yes. We will show a united front. We will present a rational case to the Senate…"

"Wait." Netanya muttered as her eyes unfocused again. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

"The Avengers will be attending."

"Why?" Logan hissed as he began to pace back and forth. She watched her training partner pace. He had every right to be worried. This was an unforeseen maneuver on Trask's part. It was no secret that Steve did not like, nor did he respect mutants. However, the rest of the Avengers seemed to be fine with her existence, especially Stark. Perhaps, Stark would side with her. Having Ironman on their side would help exponentially. It was a long shot… Her attention turned to James. She tried to assess his mental state without prying into his thoughts. His posture was tense, but not too tense. It was none of her business—he was allowed his privacy, especially during this time. She could not was in love with him, but she knew it was unfair to drag him into this upcoming war. This was not his fight. He had been safe in Stark Tower. She kicked herself for being so careless.

"Meeting in the War Room in ten." Logan announced as headed for the door. As he wrenched the door open, he threw "Bring the Winter Soldier, Doc. He knows more than most," over his shoulder as he marched toward wherever the War Room was. Netanya sighed and glanced at her father. He was prying.

"Stay out of his head," she warned mentally.

"I do not want to be surprised, but since you are now shielding his mind, I'll defer to your judgment of what he knows."

Without uttering another word, she grasped James hand, led him out the door and down the hall.

"I apologize. That was not how I imagined things going. Stark Tower was a bubble—I did not realize how close we are to war."

He stopped causing her to stop as well. Pulling her close to him, he murmured, "You don't need to be sorry. I've been at war for 95 years. What's a couple more?"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. His piercing blues met her reptilian green. A sudden calm washed over her. He understood her better than she had originally anticipated. No matter how stressed she felt, looking into his eyes and hearing his voice immediately removed all of it. The power he had over her was alarming. Her rational side screamed at her, telling her that this had gone too far already. She ignored that voice and attempted to focus on the man before her. His eyes gazed into hers as he leaned in. Their lips grazed each other's at first, but then James applied more pressure, and Netanya gladly accepted and reciprocated. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and his soon followed suit. They shared a slow, passionate kiss. It was worth more than a thousand words to them.

A throat cleared behind them, and James swiftly pulled away. Turning his eyes, he couldn't believe them. A very large blue beast-like creature was staring at them.

"Hi Hank. Sorry for the PDA." Netanya awkwardly offered.

James smirked as she scrambled to find the right words, "Hank this James. James, this is Secretary Hank McCoy. He works for the President."

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