In a world that hates and fears mutants, Professor Charles Xavier is challenged by owning X-Corporation with his business partner, Tony Stark, the son of Howard and Maria Stark. Having recently adopted his adoptive children, Scott Summers and Jean Grey, Professor Xavier and Tony Stark planned to launch the Jericho missiles, the pride and joy of Stark Industries.

Unfortunately, during the launch of the Jericho missiles, Charles Xavier's old friend, Erik "Magneto" Lehnsherr sabotaged the launch using his powers of magnetism. As this continues, Xavier's ex-wife, Moira MacTaggart, continues to work on a special pair of ruby-quartz sunglasses for Scott in hopes that they will help him see again and have his vision back after years of being blind.

Issue 5: Iceman Cometh

Tony's Private Plane

To say that Tony Stark was not in the best of moods the next morning would be an understatement. Once again, another one of his events that was important for his company had been sabotaged by Magneto, who was still trying to make a point to Tony and Xavier. What it was exactly, Tony wasn't sure. But, he did know for a fact that Magneto had wanted to make it all about him, as usual.

When Tony got up to get ready for his day, his thoughts drifted over to X-Corporation Tower and how Scott and Jean were holding up. He knew that today, Scott was going to be getting his ruby quartz glasses so that he would finally be able to see, and Tony had to be there that day. He additionally needed to oversee things at Stark Tower, especially with the building and manufacturing of machine guns and rifles that were to be shipped to the U.S Navy. Tony let out a sigh as he met with Pepper to get ready to board their private plane to X-Corp Tower. He was just hoping that not one more thing was going to go wrong. After the incident with Magneto, that was enough to put him in a sour mood.

Boarding the plane with Pepper, Tony found himself drinking a glass of whiskey at nine A.M. That was how ticked off he was at Magneto that he felt he needed a drink first thing in the morning. Turning on FOX News, Tony was more than a little angered that he was being covered in FOX and Friends.

"In other news, Tony Stark, the prodigal son of Howard and Maria Stark, was a target of an attack yesterday afternoon at Hawthorne Army Depot Base in Nevada when he was presenting Stark Industries' newest weapon, the Jericho missiles. There was a magnetic interference causing the missiles to turn and attack members of the U.S Marines including Colonel James Rhodes. There are several members of the Marines who say that the attack was caused by Erik Lehnsherr, a mutant with magnetism powers who had been accused of several terroristic attacks on government buildings for the past five years. This attack against Stark Industries and Tony Stark is making people wonder whether or not a mutant registration act should be in order. Senator Edward Kelly had this to say," said Ainsley Earhardt.

"This attack against Tony Stark yesterday has left numerous Americans badly shaken, as it should, as well as multiple members of the U.S Marines who were at the weapons presentation. Most know that Mr. Stark is known for having mutants on his payroll. Who is to say that one day, those mutants will not turn on him like Magneto? If Magneto is controlling our missiles to try and prove whatever point he is trying to prove, who is to say that other mutants won't follow by his example? Who is to say that a mutant attack won't happen tomorrow? That is why my first act as president of the United States of America will be to issue a mutant registration act to keep mutants in line. Are they monsters? Are they aliens? What are mutants?" Senator Kelly was asking the press.

"Shut up, Senator Kelly," Tony spat out, turning the news off. He was pissed off enough as it was, and now, Senator Kelly was rubbing salt into the wound. It was embarrassing.

"Yeah, Tony, I'm hearing you," Pepper said sympathetically.

"And on top of that, I'm dealing with Trask Industries and Stane Enterprises trying to build Sentinel robots. Last I heard Senator Kelly wants to use them when he is in office as president. I mean, for God's sake, if something could not damage my companies more, and the reputation we already have . . ." Tony's voice trailed off as he took a sip of his drink, shaking his head in frustration and anger.

"Tony, enough with the booze today," said Pepper sternly. "Come on, you know that Xavier will be disappointed to know that you got wasted this early in the morning, especially the day that Scott is about to get his ruby quartz glasses to help him see. Okay? Leave the drink alone."

"Pepper," Tony started to say.

"No, don't "Pepper" me! You just got started on a sobriety program weeks ago, and despite that, you still are not getting clean . . ." Pepper said with a shake of her head. "What works with you, Tony?"

Tony let out a sigh as he reluctantly put his drink down. The plane was flying at such high speeds that they got to X-Corporation Tower within an hour. Tony got out of the plane and headed down to the basement, where Xavier had said he'd be with Scott, Moira, Jean, Hank, Candy, Happy, and Warren. Tony wanted to be there to see Scott see again for the first time in nearly ten years. When Tony and Pepper arrived in the basement, they saw everyone there, Forge included.

"Hey everybody," Tony said. "Are we ready to test the glasses out?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact," said Hank with a grin.

Moira held in her hands Scott's ruby quartz sun glasses that would be able to help him contain his optic blast beams. She turned to Jean.

"Jean, would ye like to do the honors, lass?" Moira asked.

Jean smiled. "Yes, I'd love to," she said. She took the glasses from Moira and stood in front of Scott. They all figured that since Jean and Scott were already showing signs of having a special connection and a friendship that was starting to blossom; Jean would be the one that he wanted to see first. Jean gently placed the sunglasses onto Scott's nose, covering his eyes to replace the bandages with the quartz eye-wear.

"It's okay, Scott . . . you can open your eyes now, son," Xavier whispered.

Scott ever so slowly opened his eyes, taking in the world around him. His vision was tinted red, but, he didn't care. He could see. As he took in his surroundings, the first thing that he saw was Jean standing there, smiling a beautiful smile . . . her round face, her long, beautiful hair, her almond-shaped eyes . . . she was so striking. She looked like an angel sent straight from heaven despite the fact that she hadn't gained that much weight yet, but, still . . . she looked like something only from his wildest dreams.

"Do they work?" asked Warren. He and Candy were standing there, grinning like cats that swallowed a flock of canaries.

"Holy shit . . . it . . . it works!" Scott breathed out. He leaned forward and he and Jean wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace. Jean laughed lightly. Scott turned to Moira. "Thank you, Dr. MacTaggart . . . you're a genius!"

Moira smiled in return. "It's my pleasure, lad."

"At least we know he can see now," said Forge with a smile on his face. Tony and Pepper went into Scott's line of vision. Tony couldn't help but grin. This was the very thing that put him in a good mood that morning.

"This was exactly what I needed to put me in a good mood after yesterday," said Tony.

"But, why the heck did that happen, Tony?" asked Jean as she broke off of Scott.

"Well, I'm pretty sure good old Warren filled you and Slim in, Red. It was Magneto; two days ago, the day we picked you and Scott up, Magneto came here banging our door down, threatening that he was going to start something. And he did. He came to my weapons presentation in Nevada, and he sabotaged it for me and Stark Industries. He made it all about him," Tony said bitterly.

"That means now that he's starting to come after you, he's going to try and go after all of us. You know what? He can try to all he wants, but he will never win. Why? Because I know I am a person of integrity I am a good person, and I can take whatever mud you try and throw in my face," Candy stated strongly.

Warren kissed Candy on the cheek proudly when she said that.

"So, now that Scott can see, what's the first order of business?" Jean inquired.

"First, we get you two through physical therapy and training sessions . . . Happy, my bodyguard, will be more than glad to do that," said Tony.

"Have either one of you boxed before?" Happy asked Scott and Jean.

Scott and Jean shook their heads.

"Well, that's the first place to begin," Warren said. He went over and leaned a hand on Scott's shoulder with a grin on his face. This was Scott's first time seeing Warren's mutation: his wings. Scott grinned.

"Yeah, Scott, you're not the only one here who struggled with controlling your powers," said Hank.

"Sorry to break it to you, Slim, but you're not the biggest freak here," Warren said, smiling.

"Well, that's a first for us," Jean said, grinning in relief.

Janssen High School – Boston, Massachusetts

The packed hallways of Janssen High School in Boston, Massachusetts was a high school that prided itself on having some of the best education the city could offer for students who could not afford to go to private school. For fourteen-year-old Bobby Drake, he knew he was lucky to attend high school there, but, in a lot of ways, he didn't feel so lucky.

Bobby kept his head low as he made his way towards his next period class. When he was twelve, Bobby always got the sense that he was different from other boys in his grade. He always felt as though he put a distance between himself and his classmates. While he did have friends, that did not mean he felt as though he necessarily fit in with his friends. Growing up in an old-fashioned, working-class home with a Jewish father and an Irish-Catholic mother, Bobby always knew that there was something about him that stuck out. He just couldn't quite figure it out yet.

Bobby made his way to the locker rooms for gym, which was his own personal hell. Yes, he was into sports like most guys in his class were, but, it was the people that were in his gym class that made him feel deeply uncomfortable. He struggled with being part of conversations where the guys would talk about their crushes on these female celebrities that they found to be hot. Halle Berry, Sophie Turner, Jennifer Lawrence and even Scarlet Johansson were common actresses that many boys his age had crushes on. As he walked into the locker room, he could overhear a conversation being made rating actresses on a "Hot or Not" list.

"No, Duncan, are you smoking something dude? C'mon on, Halle Berry isn't that great," said one of his classmates, Matthew.

"Matthew, I'm just telling you: sure Halle Berry may have sucked as Cat Woman . . . I think most of us here can agree. But, at least her looks save her from that," said another classmate, Duncan.

"Dunk, I'm just going to say that I feel Elizabeth Olson is a lot better looking, and guess what?! She's the younger sister of the Olson twins, man!" someone else said.

"Guys, guys, guys, let's be honest none of these women that you're mentioning would even pay attention to you for a second. Would they go to homecoming this weekend, no? Let's look at some girls that we actually have a chance with. And no, I'm not talking about that Sophie Turner chick from Game of Thrones who is engaged to that Jonas Brother . . . how about actual girls in our class? Because that's reality, you idiots," another classmate, Eugene, said. He turned to Bobby. "What about you, Bobby? Who do you have your eye on at the moment?"

Bobby swallowed. This was where he often got uncomfortable, because he didn't see any girls in the high school that he found attractive. He wasn't even sure if he found females attractive. However, he also knew that he needed to put his façade up; he needed to make it look like it didn't bother him. He knew that if that were the case, and if he didn't find himself a girlfriend soon, the guys in his freshman class would think something was up. If you so much as didn't have a crush on a girl in your grade, in Bobby's class that meant you automatically got pegged as gay. He saw what happened to kids that came out in the open as gay; they had that held over their head for years and hazing was involved, no doubt. The last thing Bobby wanted was to have to deal with something like that. Additionally, he was starting to feel increasingly cold lately. He was hoping and praying that he wasn't sick, God forbid, or something worse. In his biology class they were just starting to discuss mutation and the X-gene, and kids in his class already were not too kind to the idea of it. Words like "mutie" got tossed around the school as though it were candy. Plus, Bobby's mother and father were not too keen on the idea of mutants. It was no lie that they were huge supporters of Senator Kelly's plans for mutant registration. If Bobby were a mutant, he'd be lynched and burned on a stake for the whole city of Boston to see.

Continuing to swallow, he knew he had to be in the conversation. If he didn't, Eugene and everyone else would catch on and he'd have gay slurs tossed at him all week long. Heck, he'd probably even have the ballot box rigged to peg him as "homecoming queen" for the whole school to see; it had happened before to several gay students at Janssen High School. That was the last thing Bobby needed, not when he was just starting his freshman year of high school.

"Uh, no, Eugene, I don't have my eyes on anybody at the moment," Bobby said. That was partially the truth.

"Oh c'mon, Drake, there are probably so many girls that wanna go out with you," said Duncan with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, I know, I know, but it's not that those girls aren't pretty," Bobby said.

"C'mon, Bobby . . . what is it with you?" Matthew asked him.

"Nothing at all, guys," Bobby said, allowing his natural grin to come upon his face. "Besides, it's nothing that should concern you all."

"I think some of it should concern us," said Duncan. "Because you know whenever a guy in this class says they're not attracted to chicks, they turn out to be . . ."

"Oh my God, Duncan, I am so over this!" Bobby said. It was so ridiculous, he actually found himself starting to laugh.

"Okay, alright . . . no need to get defensive. We're all guys here, man," Eugene said, going to his locker.

Bobby let out a sigh of exasperation. The last thing that he wanted was the guys in his class asking him questions regarding his sexuality. He wasn't even sure if he was gay. But, he sure as hell felt discomforted talking about stuff like this with people that he wasn't even friends with.

"But, anyway, guys, what did you think of that discussion in bio about mutation?" asked Duncan.

"I swear if one of our classmates turns out to be a mutie, I'm gonna hang myself before I have to see one," said Matthew.

Bobby swallowed, feeling an increasing chill over his body. Lately, he had been feeling increasingly cold. It was something that worried him considerably. He didn't know if it was just nervousness, but, he knew for a fact that he was hoping he wasn't a mutant. He sure as hell was not going to show his nervousness.

Bobby just chose to brush it off by rolling his eyes, as he usually did in situations he didn't take too seriously. He just chuckled at the ridiculousness that this whole thing was.

"What's so funny, Drake?" asked Eugene.

"This whole thing is stupid, guys. For the love of God, wow! Just . . . wow! I am amazed, you all should get your own TV show you deserve a gold star," Bobby said, shaking his head as he laughed. "But, I wouldn't waste too much time forming words, guys, you're gonna need it later."

"Why is it making you discomforted it's not like that's you?" asked Matthew, rolling his eyes.

Bobby swallowed, considering this. This was something that he never thought too much about until now. Typically, in situations like this, he was able to laugh it off and make a joke out of it. It had been a coping mechanism of his that he had developed. He'd used making wisecracks against bullies back in middle school, because he knew that at least he could make those people laugh, not necessarily at him, but with him. Bobby pulled his gym clothes on, wanting to brush this whole thing off, because he was already sick of talking about it, especially with people that he didn't even associate with on a regular basis.

"Bobby, seriously, we're all guys here," pressed Duncan.

"Guys, quit pushing it," Bobby said, rolling his eyes. "Otherwise, I'm gonna think one of you guys is gay since you seem to care so much about it. If I were gay, I'd make sure you knew it. I would be here in the locker room drooling over half-naked photos of James Marsden on the cover of Men's Health. When that happens, trust me, I'll know who to call!" He allowed himself to chuckle at that, because that was very much so the truth about him. If he were gay, if he were, he'd make it known to everyone and he'd make sure of it, too.

Matthew and Eugene laughed at Bobby's joke.

"Why James Marsden though?" asked Matthew.

"Are you serious? The man has a sick body for being in his forties. I hate him for it," Bobby said, chuckling. "And he's going to be in the movie Sonic, based on the video game that was my whole childhood!"

"Very good point there," said Eugene. "Also, Ryan Reynolds, even though his portrayal of the Green Lantern was complete shit," he added.

"It wasn't him; it was the script and the director that made that film horrible, dude. That's a movie that is honestly my bottom and it made me, as a GL fan, cry in all the wrong places. I will watch that movie and I will cringe and cry all night long," Bobby said, continuing to laugh.

"Look, Bobby, all we're saying is that as long as you don't become a mutie or a faggot, we're not going to have any problems," Duncan said.

"You don't turn into that overnight," Bobby said rolling his eyes again; however, that was when the chills in his body seemed to be getting worse. His hands suddenly felt freezing as he tried brushing it aside. When he released a breath, he could see it coming out in a cloud, and when he looked down, he could see his fingertips starting to turn an icy shade of blue. "Besides, guys, of all the things I could be doing with my time . . . streaming stuff off YouTube like those cat videos I have a weakness for, watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory . . . those are the things I could be doing instead of debating this shit with you guys."

"Bobby, seriously, we're just kidding, man," said Eugene.

Bobby shivered slightly against the intense cold he was starting to feel. "Guys, is it just me, or is it cold in here?" he asked.

"It's probably just you," Matthew insisted.

Bobby kept on rubbing his hands together, as if he were trying to warm them up.

"You okay, Bobby?" Duncan asked.

"Cool as a cucumber, Duncan, cool as a cucumber," Bobby said, grinning against the cold he was feeling. He was determined to laugh it off like he'd done so many times in the past. Joking around had always been a good coping mechanism; he wanted to make people around him laugh and get a chuckle out of everyone.

"Where did you get that line from, Drake? An episode of The Flash?" asked Eugene.

"Hey, okay, I watch the CW because I like it, and it's pretty much the only channel on cable that has anything good anymore, unless if you count that show American Horror Story on FX, or even The Simpsons," Bobby said as he continued to feel colder and colder. The combining stress, between the guys asking him questions about hot girls and gays and mutants, Bobby could hardly take it, even though he was trying to hide it behind a smile on his face. His mother had said he'd been born with a smile on his face, and it was true. You never knew what was going to come out of his mouth. But, he couldn't take any more of this idiocy from his classmates. When Bobby found himself taking things more seriously than his classmates, people practically thought the world would end. That was because Bobby showed up late to almost every class except math, got mediocre grades, and nearly a month ago had taken his pants off in Spanish class and actually said a few curse words in Spanish which amused his classmates, but, not his teachers. It was no lie that Bobby had been awarded with "class clown" for his eighth grade superlatives in the year book. In fact, for the eighth grade prank just the previous year, it had been Bobby's idea to fill the swimming pool with Jell-O chocolate pudding.

"Don't The Simpsons predict everything? I mean, they predicted that mutants will be popping up all over the goddamn earth! They predicted 9/11!" Matthew said.

"Yeah, they do . . . half the time those predictions in that cartoon turn out to be true!" Bobby said as his hands grew a lot colder. He let out a sigh as he tried to relax his tense body. "Besides, guys, I have to ask this question. This has been boggling my mind since I got in here. You know how right now, the colors of our lockers are blue? How do you know that what I am looking at right now isn't red?"

"Because they teach us in grade school, red is red and blue is blue," Duncan said.

"Yeah, but how do I know my blue isn't your green?" Bobby asked. "I mean, it's like this: I walked into a store, I saw something called balls and I bought it."

The guys let out a round of laughter.

"Then that would worry me, man. You don't just buy something called balls in the store," laughed Eugene.

Bobby was relieved that for once, the focus wasn't on gays or mutants, but, it was on him cracking everyone in the room up. However, that was when it happened. His already cold hands grew colder, along with the rest of his body, and that was when a burst of ice shot out of his hands, covering his gym locker as well as the rest of his body, his whole body being turned into a snowy, ice form that made him look like Jack Frost.

"H-Holy shit . . . Bobby, what did you do?!" Duncan asked.

"Nothing," Bobby insisted nervously, but, he knew that right now, this was something especially as he started to cover the whole entire boys' locker room in ice that shot from his hands. He let out a yell of surprise as the moisture in the air seemed to make his ability go haywire. The boys in the locker room backed out of the room, yelling for the gym coach that Bobby was a "mutie". The blast of ice didn't seem to want to stop, until finally, Bobby collapsed against the ice-covered locker, shaking violently as the ice melted from his body. He knew that if he stuck around, he was going to be done for. The guys in his class hated mutants to begin with, and now, this was the proof of his worst fear that he was a mutant, no doubt at all.

X-Corporation Tower – Cerebro Chamber

Professor Xavier found himself at the Cerebro computer down in the basement, trying to upgrade the computer further with Forge. However, as he was wearing the helmet, he felt a surge come over him as he detected a mutant teen in Boston, Massachusetts. He proceeded to use Cerebro to gather whatever data that he could, and a file came up. Cerebro read the file out loud:

"Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake, fourteen . . . powers: cryokinesis and an organic ice form," Cerebro said as the computer collected the data on Bobby. Xavier found himself smiling just slightly . . . one more potential.

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