Here we are, venturing into the fandom. All the characters are Marvel's. Enjoy.
Storm
I opened my eyes; I was in Kurt's steady arms. We'd made it. He'd made it.
I turned and looked toward a little girl standing in the middle of Cerebro. She said to us;
'You're too late. It's done.'
Professor X
Jason released me from his illusion. It was then I realised the extent of what I had done, the truth of what I'd done. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
Billions dead. A race extinct. A cry of agony erupted from my being. I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I couldn't take any comfort from it; I was the executor of the reality I had been fighting for for decades.
'We have to go.'
I heard Ororo's bereaved whisper, yet couldn't respond. I was stuck in my comprehension. The raw brutality of it paralysed me.
The next thing I knew, I was being whisked away by a shadow. A shadow which would follow me all the days of my life.
Wolverine
Jean was gone. Gone, along with all the humans.
I sat in a deserted bar, pouring myself whiskey after whiskey, unable to truly lose myself. I had no past nor future. I merely existed. I merely suffered.
Where to go from here? Which path to take?
I thought briefly about Rogue, the X-Men, about Magneto, but not for long. I needed to finish this drink, needed to finish this bottle. My aim was impossible, but still I sat, whisky in hand, waiting for the dawn that would never come.
This could be a one-shot. Tell me what you think.