FATHER FIGURE

by Glaivester

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Marvel, except for my original characters, of course. But if Marvel wants to use them, they can. Feel free to post this, or any other Glaivester fic, anywhere, but please notify me so I can brag about it.

Quick notes: This is the third entry in "The Sinister Series," the first being "The Essex Plan" and the second being "The Apocalypse Effect." It would be best to read these prior to reading this story.

This is rated PG-13. The backstory in this fic diverges in some ways from any continuity I have seen. I am aware that the comicverse has given Kurt a possible father who is an incubus, but I like my idea better, so I'm going with it!

Be warned: the main antagonist (bad guy) of the story is a Nazi, and there will be discussion of issues such as the Holocaust, etc. The opinions of some of the characters (mostly the bad guys) may offend some people, but I think that they are in accordance with each character's personality. Basically, expect some of the bad guys to speak in favor of genocide. There may be minor discussion of political issues, but for the most part, I avoid pushing any political view, although some characters have a definite political view.

The main theme of this story is to explore different kinds of bigotry, different motivations for similar actions, different strategies for similar goals, and most of all to point out that bigotry is a universal problem, and that anyone from any race, color, creed, etc., can be bigoted against someone.

Chapter 1 The Escape

Journal of Nick Fury:

Today it happened. One of the greatest evil minds of the twentieth century has escaped. And maybe the greatest evil mind of this century as well. When we found out about En Sabah Nur, we knew we had to let out Trask. Particularly after it was confirmed that his people caused all that devastation in the rain forest. He could easily level a town in under ten minutes. Hell, he could level New York City in an hour. Damn it, but we may need Sentinels to protect us from the mutants that are coming. Xavier is nice, but he doesn't get it. Mutant rights and all, I'm all for it. But mutants are weapons too. We need anti-mutant devices to stop mutants who work for foreign governments. Does anyone really believe that the Chinese aren't developing mutant super-soldiers right now? Idiots like Trask want to foment war between mutants and humans [A/N Nick Fury is no scientist, or he would've used the term "wild type" to denote non-mutants], but we need them to protect the good ol' US of A from the Red Chinese, the Arab jihadists, and all those other assorted loonies out to get us. Good Lord. If one of Osama's people were to get a power like Scott Summers', he wouldn't need a plane to cause 9/11.

Xavier and Magneto been planning their ideological wars for so long that they have forgotten that there is a whole other world out there. It's not just humans vs. mutants, it's the Americans vs. the Red Chinese, the Arabs vs. the Israelis, the IRA against the Ulsterites [A/N aka Irish Protestants]. Racial prejudice hasn't stopped, ethnic and cultural hatreds did not just go away to make room for the mutant vs. human conflict. For some people, mutants are just tools. Truth be told, some in my government probably want to use them as tools as well. Their eyes lit up when the idea of soldiers who were complete arsenals in themselves was brought up. Why, a natural solution that would be better than Project Rebirth! But then we realized that the enemy had mutants, too. And so the pressure began to use Trask and then to throw him away. And with this nutty quintamillennial mutant suddenly appearing and created an impenetrable base in Mexico, it's been decided that we need this technology, regardless of the fact that the one who found it is insane. No, that's not accurate. He is evil.

It's always been like this. We helped the Soviets take over half of Europe in order to oust Hitler. Then we took in Nazi scientists to help us defeat the Soviets. I, Nick Fury, one of the people who dedicated years of my life to bringing Hitler down, agreed to help rescue Nazis from the Soviets in hopes we could use them.

Of course, I can't complain. A Nazi formula is, after all, how I have managed to maintain my youth for so long. Or at least to maintain my middle age. I am in my eighties, but I look like a forty-five year old.

Which brings me back to my point. When we found out about En Sabah Nur, we knew we had to let out Trask. But that wasn't enough. "Bring out the big guns," they said. So we did. Took him out of stasis for the first time in eighteen years. But this time, he escaped. God help me, I don't know how, but he escaped. A Nazi war criminal. Kept in stasis by the same method as we kept Captain America. And with his gonads enhanced, so that all of his sperm produce mutant babies.

Well, at least we still have track of Trask. And we got a few helpful notes from the Nazi, so it wasn't a total waste. But by letting him escape, we have unleashed such evil on the world... such evil...

The week of Thanksgiving:

Mystique was running. Terrified.

It was he. The only man in the world whom she truly feared, whom she did not have the strength or courage to mock.

Kurt's father.

Some thought that Kurt's father had been a demon, but he had not. Well, maybe he was, in a metaphorical sense.

A Nazi. Not a neo-Nazi, but a World War II-era, bona fide "I served under Hitler" Nazi. Not just any Nazi, either, but Hitler's very own protege.

Eighteen years and some odd months earlier, she had met him when she had been working a mission for SHIELD. He had information, technology that she had wanted, and she had slept with him for it. But he had somehow tricked her. She had been very careful, but she had gotten pregnant nonetheless.

She might have had an abortion, but after some special genetic screening by Magneto to make certain it was mutant, she decided to keep it. (If she had not been on bad terms with Magneto on her second pregnancy, she would probably have had testing done then as well, and so would have aborted Graydon). The world needed more mutants. And then Magneto had claimed the baby. He had insisted that he be allowed to do genetic experiments on it. He had controlled Mystique into letting him try to modify her baby.

Running from Magneto, she had lost her son. Dropped him in a river, where he was picked up by Gypsies. Gypsies. She occasionally smiled at the idea of what Kurt's father would say if he knew his son had been raised by he would have referred to as a "filthy race of filthy people." If they had been Jewish Gypsies, well, he'd have keeled over on the spot. Oh well, they were Catholic, and the Nazis weren't that friendly to Catholics either, so perhaps God or Fate had a sense of humor in destroying the best-laid plans of evil despots and despot-wannabes. In any case, the father had been refrozen into suspended animation less than a year after Kurt's birth, so Mystique gradually forgot about him.

But now he caught up with her. He had friends who had helped him. A large, strong, and fast mutant named Valkyrie [A/N original character]. She caught Mystique and held her down as he approached her.

"Don't worry," said Kurt's father, in a perfect American accent. He could master any accent, and was very good at disguising himself so as to conceal his identity. "I won't hurt you. Your skin may be a different color, but by your heritage you are still a fine specimen of German womanhood. Same with your son. Pity he was polluted by those Gypsy foster parents. I hear he has a child by another Gypsy! And there is a rumor that he actually had a crush on a Jewish girl, and is now dating a girl who is three-quarters black. Tut, tut, Raven. You have not looked after my seed."

"Go to Hell!"

"What do you think suspended animation is? A dark, cold dreamless sleep. I have seen Hell, Raven, and I do not intend to go back."

"What do you want?" Mystique was sobbing now.

"You. You, my dear. You are the best way for me to get to our son. To show him the error of his ways, and to begin the process of wiping out the filthy races and subjugating the merely inferior ones. Beginning with their mutants. It's a shame that all mutants are not Aryans, don't you think? We'll have to deal with that. Lesser races do not deserve them. We'll just have to deal with that, won't we?"

"What do you want with me?"

"Why, my dear. To control your mind, of course. And to lure Kurt into my clutches. When the new Nazi empire emerges, I shall need an heir. And possibly, I will give you more sons and daughters. You are, after all, only forty. And moreover, you have a metabolism that allows you to have children much later in life than a normal human. Sixty or seventy at least, my dear, or so we estimate."

"I'm too powerful to be controlled!"

"Not if we find a mutant with a powerful enough mind. Or if I have a powerful enough mind-control device. Sorry, my dear. I will control you."

"They'll stop you! The X-Men will stop you!"

"No one, and no thing, can stop THE RED SKULL!"