Divine Intervention

I seriously hate divine intervention. Like, seriously Celestial Beings are such assholes it's beyond me…

This is probably the point where I have to introduce myself;

My name is currently Alexander Pyke, I'm 14 (Or technically 22), and I'm pretty sure I've been inserted into the MCU (Probably by some R.O.B.), Why? You might ask.

Well, you see it's currently been 3 months since Tony Stark publicly announced on the News that he was Iron Man so there's that, plus I have seen Chris Evans' face on old World War II photos for the past five years I've been here. Though trust me, nothing will make you shit your pants even more than reading Charles-FUCKING-XAVIER's thesis on genetic mutation, because not only am I in the MCU, I'm also in a universe where Mutants exist. Fantastic.

Though in all seriousness I'm screwed because this thesis that I'm reading makes it sound like dear ol' Charlie is a mutant himself. That's even worse, if the world's most powerful telepath looks into my mind, then I'm dead, worse than dead actually, I'll be six feet under in an Adamantium casket. Jesus Christ, I can't reiterate how fucked I am.

Y'know what I think meeting Charles is actually the least dangerous thing that can happen to me. The guy is pretty well-meaning for all I know and I could probably pass my knowledge off as some precognition mutation. I'll just inform the orphan matron I want to attend this 'Gifted School' and be off to Upstate New York, I mean, I already had cleared college with my knowledge of my previous life; What's the worst that could happen?

It's been 3 days since I called up Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and right now I was standing in front of the gate of the mansion-turned school. Funny enough, I had managed to get Xavier to come out and greet me himself,

"Young Mr. Pyke I presume?" The guy's accent was actually quite British, the rich and sophisticated kind, he also looked like a fusion between the guy who played Xavier in the prequel movies and Sir Patrick Stewart.

"Yes, Professor Xavier, I actually came to the school because I have a certain issue that I need to discuss with you in private." I prayed to God that my innocent and nervous kid act played off. He gave a kind smile that made my respect for the guy rise even higher.

"Of course child! Come inside." We walked inside, truthfully I was just gawking at everything like a kid in a candy store. The place was lavish. Absolutely Victorian and really rich. Xavier just chuckled at my expression. I was enjoying the sights to wherever he was taking me, that is until I crashed into a shock of red hair.

"Watch where you're going," The girl said irritated.

"S-sorry." I managed to say awkwardly.

"Jean, be nice" Xavier responded, well…

Shit. Jean Grey, the most dangerous person in this house, and I just crashed into her. To my relief, she just blushed and nodded off. We finally got into what looked like his office and he motioned for me to sit.

"So tell me, Alexander, what is troubling you?" He asked with a knowing smile, to him this had probably happened a dozen times. Some orphan mutant kid would come looking for help and he would do it out of the literal goodness of his heart.

"I think I have a genetic mutation for precognition, Sir…" I said lamely. I was really regretting not rehearsing this. At least he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? I presume you might be aware of my talents then?"

"Actually yeah, I thought the best option was probably to refer to the most powerful telepath in the world. I've begun experiencing events that I have nothing to do with. I've seen your life as well, past and present, including your relationship with Erik Lensherr." That got a sharp look from him, I prayed to any divine being that was listening and that this was Xavier from First Class. Ignoring the danger on my mind turning to sludge I continued,

"I know he was responsible for your paraplegia and that you were friends, I know that you were once part of a secret CIA group, but beyond that, it is too vague. I know what happened to Tony Stark in captivity, but not much before that."

"I find myself interested in your abilities, would you mind if I took a peek inside."

"I came just for that, Sir," I responded with a winning smile. He closed his eyes, I could feel an ant crawling in my skull; not terribly irritating but still present.

"Remarkable," He said. "Anything involving any scope of your abilities is purely locked from my mind, looking upon it is like gazing into an infinite void. Beyond that, I can read you clearly." There was some wonder in his voice, it took a sharp turn though, "However, I know when someone is a mutant or not. I will kindly ask you to tell me who you really are, young man."

Well, fuck. That almost worked. But what could I do? This was my only chance to survive. This was an option between turning my brain to goop and possible salvation. I couldn't tell him the truth, but I could bullshit my way out of this. I started,

"Professor, what do you know about divine intervention?…"