"Alright, just remember none of this Iron Man and Legacy stuff." Rhodey said to Stark and I, me yawning and looking around with blurry vision.
"It's seven in the morning." I said with another yawn. "What the hell kinda conference starts this early?" I muttered, only to have both of them look down at me.
"Hey, uh…" Rhodey cleared his throat looking away, my brows knitting together as he did so.
"What?" I asked, only to have Stark sigh.
"Your eyes are white." I groaned, closing them tightly.
"God, I hate mornings. Can't control this stupid power when I'm tired." I said, yawning once more. I pulled out a pair of sunglasses, looking at them as Stark smirked.
"So, you have to use power to keep it under control?" Rhodey asked as we all took a seat at a table, Pepper off somewhere talking to someone.
"Yeah. It's really annoying. Leaves me even more tired and weak." I said, resting my head on my hand, my arm out along the table.
"I might be able to help with that." We all looked over to see some bald guy in a wheelchair.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, only to have him laugh.
"My name is Xavier, and I own a school that deals with kids just like you." My brows came together at this.
"Like me? What do you mean like me?" he smiled, and just then two people came up. My hackles rose as I looked to the man. He had odd hair, spiked and the sides, with chops on his face. He wore a black shirt with a leather jacket, plus jeans, his face looking stony. He chewed on a large cigar, raising an eyebrow down at me. The man next to him was younger, maybe 20s. He wore good looking red shades and a nice suite, looking all around as if a look out.
"I mean mutants." Xavier said, me looking back to him. "People with extraordinary powers, just like you." I raised a brow at that, smirking. "Logan here is a lot like you." We looked to the beast of a man named Logan, he only sighed. "He has animal like instincts, incredible strength and can heal." I rolled my eyes.
"I can't heal." I said.
"You sure about that kid?" Logan asked, making me glare at him.
"I think I would know dickhead." I growled, only to have him smirk, taking the cigar out.
"I like her."
"You would." The other man said.
"Anyway!" I said, looking back to the bald man.
"How old are you?" He asked, making my brows come together.
"17, almost 18." I said, glancing behind me to Stark who was looking over my shoulder.
"Really? 'Cause you look like your 15." I groaned.
"Yeah, I know. I stopped maturing when-" I stopped, brows knitting together. "I got attacked…"
"Exactly. Your healing process is a bit slower then Logan's, but it still affects your aging. But your power is more dangerous." he warned, me now glaring.
"You don't think I know that?" I growled, anger boiling. "You don't think I know if I lose control, terrible things happen?" I clenched my jaw, my teeth aching as I controlled them to not turn into fangs. "I've only lost control once." I shook my head, leaning back in my seat. "I know what this power holds. It may take everything I have to control it, but it's worth it." I said, glancing at the three men.
"That's why I'm here." I stared at the bald man, confused about all of this. "Come by my facility sometime. I think I can help make it easier for you." He handed me a card and the three of them left.
"What does it say?" Stark asked as I sat back forward.
" 'Xavier's school for gifted youngsters'." I raised a brow at that, looking to Stark.
"Hey, what did I miss?" Pepper asked, sitting across from Stark.