A/N: O goooosh guys! I'm so sorry for this lack of updates, and apologize for having no excuse! And I have been writing a lot more of it, just not posting! Again, I super-d-duper-d sorry, and hope this chapter being ver 1,800 words is an okay make-up gift?
And also, I feel like such an idiot, because is all my versions of this on Word, I have these '~' things, and I JUST realised that they didn't transfer those over to ! So all this time you guys were probably reading this, and thinking I sucked at transistioning! So I'm super sorry again (gosh, I seem to just be apologizing a lot!). And I went back and fixed all this, so you could reread it if you want, but I really don't think that's necessary...but if you see updates, that's why!
One last thing, I think you should all go and read Sharkneto's avengers/captain america fanfic ( .net/s/7640151/1/A_New_World ) because it's AMAZING and everybody needs to read it!
With everything said, I'm once again sorry for the lack of updates, and will let you read now!
Disclaimer: Guys, I don't own these people...
EDIT: So this whole fixing the '~' things is a lot more work than I thought, so I fixed it on this chapter, but will do it to the other chapters later!
Re-edit: should be all fixed!
Raven sent the red mutant in front of her a genuine smile. She was glad that the only person who was still uncomfortable with him being around was Erik, because Raven didn't care what he thought. She was happy to be in the company of Azazel, and nothing was going to ruin that.
She had learned much about the devilish mutant. He didn't remember much of his childhood, but through the years he had gained his Russian accent. In many of his stories there seemed to be various holes, but Raven never brought it up.
The thing that stood out the most was always being comfortable with his skin color. Raven had never met anyone like her in that way. Sure, now Hank was blue, but he never grew up with the feature. With Azazel so accepting of his color, Raven looked up to him, and enjoyed being around him.
Raven was listening to another one of Azazel's stories, when Charles rolled into the room, Erik right behind him.
"See I told you they'd be here Erik! Raven, Azazel, we're meeting in the new room in the basement for some team practice. Azazel, I found a spare suit and left it in your room. If you'd suit up and be down in 5?" Azazel nodded politely.
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Charles entered the elevator with Erik right next to him. "You're training with us too? Correct?"
"That's to be decided, since I am, well…er…" Charles glanced at his chair.
"Maybe I should rephrase this…you are training with us."
"Maybe Erik, but…"
"Will you go with us? On missions?"
"Yes, but…"
"Then you need to train."
Before Charles could respond, the elevator door slid open, and Charles was greeted by 6 smiling faces.
"It appears the professor is late," Alex greeted, in his normal mocking tone.
"Charles chuckled softly, "It appears I am. Either way, I'm sure you are all wondering why we are training here of all places." Charles paused a second and looked around for a bit. It was the first time he had seen the room completely finished. It was a large metal, box like room about the size of three gymnasiums. It didn't look like much else, but Charles secretly knew what it was capable of.
"I've had Hank create this room for us solely for training. It will create obstacles to test the best of each of our abilities. Erik has so ever affectionately named it the Danger Room for us." Erik gave his fish like grin.
"Um Charles, if this is a training session, then why am I…?"
"Ah, yes. Moria, it'd be rather ridiculous for us to have no point to the obstacles. For that case, we're going to start on one side, and reach the other side to save you," Charles smiled, proud of his plan.
"But, won't it be…"
"Dangerous? Not the least. I assure you, you will be safe at all times." Moria nodded warily.
xxxxx
The seven X-Men stood at one end of the room, suited up in their blue and yellow jumpsuits. Across the room Moria was seated in a wooden chair, her face showing nothing but pure terror. "You ready for this?" Charles asked, not caring what the answer would be. "Erik?" The German nodded, and used his power to flip the metal switch, turning the room on.
The room let out a low growl as it hummed awake. The seven stood there and watched as the scenery around them changed. The metal room slowly morphed into a forest: trees sprouted out of nowhere; ponds filling themselves; mosses climbing trees and rocks.
The mutants stood in awe for a moment, absorbing the room's accurateness. Heck, it even smelled like a forest. "You built this?" Alex asked in pure shock, looking at Hank. He grumbled a conformation. "Nice job, Beast." Everyone saw a sigh of relief from Hank when Alex called him Beast.
"Right, so Moria?" inquired Raven.
"Yes, let's not put her through more stress than possible," Charles responded.
The group walked forward into the forest. "So what's in this forest Hank?" one of them asked.
"Differs each time. And besides, it's not always for-" At that exact moment a metal, bird-like creature swooped down to the group; claws first as it dropped. With one swift hand movement, Erik flung the bird into a nearby tree.
"Thank-you Erik," Charles said gratefully. Not a second later he heard Sean cough something that sounded suspiciously like Magneto. Right. Code names.
"I should check for more of those things," Sean started, "you know, bird's eye view…? Azazel?" Azazel grabbed Sean's wrist and teleported up about 50 feet, and then reappeared on the ground again, only this time without Sean. After a few seconds, they heard an earsplitting cry as Sean flew above them.
Charles placed two fingers on his temple. "Banshee's found their nest about 40 feet northeast of here. It seems one leaves about every 30 seconds."
"Northeast? Really?" Raven whined.
Charles rolled his eyes. "This way. Eri-um-Magneto, here comes another one." One hand wave later and the bird crashed into a tree. As the group approached the nest, Erik levitated Charles's wheelchair over the bushes and rocks.
"THERE!" Raven screeched as another bird flew towards her. Erik gracefully flung it into the nearest tree.
"I see you've found the nest," a voice behind them said. They all turned their heads to see Sean right behind them. "So, aren't you going to destroy it?"
"Right," Alex grumbled. He stepped forward, and aimed the red light towards the nest. When the flash dies down, the scorched remnants of the nest hung from the tree.
"I saw Moria in this direction," Sean said. The group continued to trudge through the forest. She was still in her wooden chair, only now surrounded by tall grasses.
"Charles! There you are! Thank g-" but she stopped and looked like she'd seen a ghost. He followed her gaze upward, only to see around a hundred soldiers dropping out of the sky, sliding down on ropes of various lengths.
As soon as they began to touch down, the X-Men began to defend themselves. Azazel teleported into various places, using his tail as his weapon. Erik used any and all of the metal on them to his advantage. Hank's inner beast attacked the soldiers. Alex shot red light towards them, as Sean gave them earsplitting headaches.
Charles waited towards the back of the group, wondering where Raven was, and trying to calm Moria (who seemed to be going into shock). He let go of her mind when he heard an unknown voice yell, "Soldiers! Fall back! Fall back to base!" In front of the group stood another soldier, dressed in a much more official uniform. It clearly made him look like the boss.
When all of the soldiers were gone, the X-Men stared, wondering why the leader was still in front of them. When he morphed into a blue girl, they all laughed.
"How was that?" Raven asked, pride gleaming through every inch of her body.
"Excellent. I think we're done here? Moria, will you be alright?" Charles asked cautiously.
"Yes. I'll be fine," she replied, still shaking.
"Good. Maybe we shouldn't use real bait next time." Moria gave him look the nearly screamed 'you think?' "Well, excellent work everyone! I suggest we all get a good night's rest tonight!"
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She tried to pay attention during his presentation. She really did, but she took one look into those endearing blue eyes, and got lost in them. She heard a drowned out British accent in the background.
By the end of it, she tried to act like she'd heard every word. It wasn't until completely after his speech that she actually made sense of what the Brit was saying.
"One thing my mutationallows me to do, is I can read. Your. Mind." She watched as the words rolled off his tongue, and out of his bright red lips. Seriously she thought. Who has lips that red?
"No agent Stryker, though I could ask you about your son, William, who you were thinking about, which is very nice, but I think I'd…" he continued.
Wait.
He's a mutant?
x.x
They had arrived at his castle of a house two nights ago. Every night after supper she had tried to talk to him. Not about the CIA, not about mutants, but just to talk to him.
However, each time she tried to start a conversation, he mumbled something about later. Then he continued on his path to the library – a bottle of scotch in his hand – to play another game of chess with the German.
She was left alone to sulk in her jealousy.
x.x
She had told Charles that she needed to pick up a few things from her house. She hated lying to him, but this meeting had to be kept a secret – even from him.
"MacTaggert, we can't have them together. They pose too big of a threat as long as they both are fighting for the same cause." Stryker explained to her. "We need you to dispose of one of them. It doesn't matter which or how, but we can't have both of them against us." She filled with glee.
x.x
Erik was holding off all the missiles. Now was her chance. She remembered putting in each of the bullets this morning. The first five were standard – metal. The sixth one had been specially made. Strong enough to penetrate the bulletproof suit. More importantly – plastic.
She cocked the gun and pulled the trigger. As expected, Erik flung the bullet.
She shot again.
Two down.
Again.
Three.
Four.
Five.
She saw Charles collapse out of the corner of her vision. She stretched her finger, closing in on the trigger one last time…
"ERIK!" Charles shouted out at the top of his lungs. He bolted up in bed, sweating, tears swelling in the corners of his eyes.
Erik sat up in shock, "Charles, are you al-" he tried to say as calmly as possible.
Charles just shook his head, and pushed Erik to the side. Swelling with anger, he got up, into his wheelchair and out of the room. If the mansion hadn't woken at Charles's cry, the feeling of hatred he was projecting would've wakened them for sure.
He rolled down the hallway at high speeds. 15 feet behind him, he had a group of people running after him. When he reached Moria's bedroom, he threw the door open.
"OUT!" He screeched. "LEAVE. NOW!" he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. All of the children took a step back, terrified of the fierceness of his voice. "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGA-"
"Charles, don't you think you should…" Erik tried to say calmly, but he was obviously freaked out.
"NO ERIK! SHE TRIED TO KILL YOU!"
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