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Chapter 4

Carrie stared at the remains of the Iron Man suit JARVIS had piloted. When Nightcrawler got them both on the plane(?) she quickly realized that leaving the suit on the island was probably a bad idea. Her rescuer agreed and left Carrie with his teammates, before returning to the island to retrieve it.

There was a pretty redhead – Jean Grey, the girl whose voice Carrie had heard in her head. She was wearing a full body dark suit with a jacket over it. There was also a rough looking man dressed in a full body spandex suit too that only left his arms and bottom half of his face exposed. He hadn't shaved for some time.

The fourth and final passenger was also blue, like Nightcrawler, but no tail. The hair on his head and his facial hair was a bit lighter than the rest on his body. Much like the other man he was wearing a suit with no foot coverings and left his arms exposed. His expression, in contrast to Nightcrawler's easy going charm, was one of gentleness and calm. Carrie got a feeling of sophistication from him too.

When Nightcrawler returned with the suit, they left the island. Their ship (a plane, actually, called a Blackbird but they referred to it as the X-Jet) turned in the sky, and flew back in the direction it came from. They didn't bother to land on the island itself since Nightcrawler was able to get to Carrie easily.

The second blue man introduced himself as Henry McCoy but preferred to be called Hank. He asked to look over Carrie's injuries and she gave permission, which was when the questions started.

Loki, apparently, had approached them directly, and by "directly" they meant by appearing inside the jet without warning decked in full armor.

'Drama queen,' Carrie couldn't help but think and cringed when Hank confirmed Loki was holding the Tesseract at the time.

"He liked talking a lot." The unnamed man grunted.

"Indeed." Hank said dryly.

The ex-prince gave them Carrie's location, with the excuse that he still needed her alive, which was technically true, given the time loop. Carrie told them so.

She was a bit hesitant to do so, but the X-Men weren't really afflicted with SHIELD and definitely not the Avengers, and Jean could read minds and probably tell if Carrie was lying. Honestly was likely the best policy here. So the teenager spilled the beans.

"I hate time travel." The man pulled his mask down, revealing large sideburns like Hank's, wild dark hair, and steely eyes.

"This sounds like something that won't be a problem anytime soon." Jean put in from where she was at the pilot seat. "Whoever has to close the loop will probably have to wait until everything is over to know what to say and not to say."

"Hopefully." Nightcrawler sighed.

Hank took a look at Carrie's burns and determined that they were healing, though the salve used to treat it was unfamiliar to him. Her various bruises and aches were also healing well. The broken wrist definitely needed to be reset and wrapped.

"Given what Mr. Stark told us, I'm concerned about your heart but that can wait until we get back to the Institute." He commented. "I suggest you just rest."

Carrie had spent a long time sleeping, but apparently, she was still tired. The teen fell asleep easily in her seat, worn out by the excitement.

Tony was sipping coffee when JARVIS dropped the news.

"Ms. White has been rescued and is at Professor Xavier's school."

It was a near thing – the still hot drink sloshed over the side of the mug and onto his shoes rather than spilling all over his front. Good thing too. The last thing he needed to worry about was burns.

"Thanks J." Tony wiped at his shoe with a napkin hastily as he pressed the comm button for everyone to get their assess to the living room. Since the Tower was still trashed, the billionaire was housing the team at one of his houses outside New York while they waited for news.

"What about Loki and the Tesseract?" He asked, setting the mug down on the table.

"I'm afraid both are no where to be found."

Shit.

He could already feel the headache forming. "Great, another game of hide and seek to look forward to."

"You don't sound happy." Barton commented as he walked inside, followed by Romanoff and everyone else. The entire team, even Thor, were dressed in more comfortable everyday clothes of jeans and t-shirts. That said, Tony had no doubt that both SHIELD agents had handy little gizmos under their clothes. Thor was Thor and Bruce had the Hulk on call, so it made no difference to them.

"They found the kid." He didn't beat around the bush. "Loki is gone and so is the Tesseract."

"Damn it." Barton shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Romanoff looked grim and Thor seemed resigned. Steve just sat down at the couch and brooded.

"How was Carrie?" Bruce asked. "Any additional injuries?"

JARVIS took that question.

"The data sent indicates nothing beyond the damage she incurred before the separation aside from the beginnings of infection. Her heart is of some concern, so she has been put on bed rest. Ms. White is understandably exhausted and has spent most of her time sleeping now that she isn't concerned with survival. The island was away from any known sea routes."

Should they even move her at this point, after everything? It would probably be better for the kid to stay put at the school for now and rest. Tony could always have her moved later when she was stronger. He hoped she didn't take it the wrong way when he suggested it.

Plus, the school was filled with kids like Carrie who Professor X would not tolerate treating each other like shit. God knew she needed some positive experiences with kids her age and adults who could be half-way competent in child rearing. Tony and his fellow Avengers didn't know the first thing about helping abused kids and had too much of their own baggage to properly support Carrie on their own that way. This was not even getting into the mess of finding Loki again and dealing with the Battle of New York's aftermath.

He needed something stronger than coffee.

In the end, the team semi-suited up and went to the school to see Carrie. They should at least visit her in person before they tried to figure out what was next.

Carrie was still asleep when they landed. Instead of waking her up, someone carried her – she was barely aware. After everything she could finally rest and wasn't about to let that go. There were soothing touches in her hair and gentle nudges at her mind that she sleepily responded to. Eventually Carrie was put into a warm bed and she went back into a deep sleep.

When the teen woke up, she wasn't alone, by her bedside was a bald white man in a wheelchair, reading a book. He smiled at her as he put a bookmark in the pages to hold his place.

"Hello Ms. White." Carrie couldn't tell how old he was, probably older or around the same age as the time traveling Tony. "How do you feel?"

"Better." Carrie said, she tried to sit up, and was forced to abandon that course of action when the room spun. "Uh, semi-better."

"You've been through quite an ordeal. Your immediate future is going to be filled with a lot of bedrest." His smile was kind. "I am Professor Xavier, and this is my school."

"Tony mentioned you." She swallowed. "You take care of kids who need your help. Kids like me."

"Yes." Professor Xavier said. "The children in my care have a variety of powers brought on by the X-gene. Many of the staff also possess the mutation and came here for a place they could work safely and without fear."

"Agent Romanoff said that I tested negative for that."

"Yes, you did." He confirmed. "You are still a very powerful telepath who just came into her powers. I believe Nightcrawler mentioned that call for help you sent?"

Carrie blushed. "Yes."

"That is nothing to be ashamed about, but there is cause for concern. You were able to send that call very far without experience – I cannot stress how much raw power such an act with need to make up for that lack of experience. SHIELD got to you before we could – though given what would have happened otherwise, it is a fortunate thing."

She looked away. The girl could remember what Tony said – that the Professor would be more concerned with getting her help than anything else. She didn't think he disapproved of her but saw her as a half-wild dog that needed to be tamed or put down.

"That is not true." At Carrie's startled look, Professor X elaborated. "Your distress is amplifying your thoughts. I did not intend to hear but you were. . . thinking quite loudly."

"Are you the only telepath here?" Carrie asked, praying for a yes.

"No, there are others. Do not worry though – this room is shielded so they cannot hear your mind beyond it."

"Oh." Carrie was surprised, but she supposed she shouldn't be. Professor X probably had a lot of students with this power – the rooms would let them keep some measure of privacy until they could control it. "So, do you want to teach me? Director Fury mentioned that he was going to call you eventually."

"I would like to give you training, yes." Professor X confirmed. "That is not the only reason, however. Tell me, Ms. White, what do you know of your father?"

"Uh, he died when I was small." Carrie said, but frowned, and added with some reluctance. "But that's what Mama told me. I . . . now I'm not so sure. Mama and Dad wanted a marriage free of sin and promised to never have sex, but he came home drunk one night. . ."

She trailed off, looked away, and continued. "Mama became pregnant with me. From what I remember overhearing in Chamberlain, she got worse after that, more violent. I wouldn't be surprised if he just left. Is he still alive? Is that why you're asking?"

"He died years ago, but not at the time your mother told you." Professor Xavier shifted in his chair. "Ms. White, he fathered another daughter with a different woman. You have a younger sister, and she is attending my school."

Carrie blinked slowly, once, twice.

"I'm sorry?"

"You have a younger sister, her name is Rachel Lang. She possesses the same powers as you do. Her mother had schizophrenia and was committed. Rachel was ultimately sent here by relatives to get the training she needs."

She felt numb.

"Ms. White?" Professor Xavier said gently.

"Is she waiting for me to see her?" Carrie asked. It felt like her mouth was moving on its own.

"She knows you are here but not that you are awake." The professor explained. "Rachel was very sensitive to the call you sent out and was able to help track you. She is in lessons right now but is likely to ask after you when they end. That won't be for a couple of hours."

"Sir." Carrie didn't know what she was feeling, just that it was a lot. There was an urge to cry, but she didn't know why. She had a sister.

"You need time to process this?" He asked. There was no judgment in his voice. Carrie nodded.

"I'll leave you to take it all in." His wheelchair turned to the door. "Hank will be here in an hour with something to eat and to check on your injuries. If you need anything just press that button by the lamp."

There was, indeed, a shiny red button by the lamp, set in a metal box that had a wire running into the wall. She nodded.

He finally left and the door closed softly behind him.

Carrie listened to the sound and stared at the ceiling.

She had a sister.

Yep. Its Carrie's sister, Rachel Lang! (And yes, her surname indicates a relation to a certain superhero). This information is going to take a bit to sink in.

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P.S -

Also note, I did some research for the X-Men and learned at various times that their identities were public or secret. I decided that in this verse, the adult members of the team have semi-public identities that are not widely known and the school is fairly isolated. The younger team members are encouraged to keep it a secret until they are adults. Nightcrawler uses a hologram projector to get around in public, but is not overly concerned about his secret identify, he is likely to tell Carrie his real name soon. Hank/Beast is the same for similar for reasons. Jean has her own reasons. Logan is Logan, from what I remember he isn't too concerned with keeping the mask up in the presence of strangers if he feels it isn't necessary.