What's up my fellow people! The Phantom Penance has made a comeback!
It's been some time, the answer to that question is that I've been traveling and I had my fair share of summer camps, but for the whole month of July, I'm back.
Before the story begins, I promised that I would answer some questions, and I will. STARTING NOW
Q & A TIME:
Keyblade Master Cole: Naruto will stay the same, that's a given, and he might have to kill Apocalypse because I intend to make the fight desperate (for Naruto, at least)
Spark681: I can't promise that because I have an internal struggle deciding if Kurama should stay comatose or not, I'm leaning on not for the moment.
Potterfanforever: Naruto having memories of his clone donor (that sounds weird) is a little etchy. It's possible…
Mecaldar: I never said that the shinobi race was dead, I said that Professor X thinks they're dead. However, their way of life is undoubtedly dead since chakra would seem like a fairytale to their children and their children's children and so forth. There were survivors, but in the present day, there are no more shinobi.
Vatsyayana69: Apocalypse is an Omega Class mutant with the technology of aliens known as CELESTIALS at his beck and call. I know this seems kind of silly, but Mecha Naruto was able to take care of Kakashi, Naruto, Yamato, Kiba, and Neji just fine. I may have missed one other character, but shinobi and their chakra never faced technology lightyears beyond their own.
Grimreaper 40045: I'm gonna be honest….I may have forgotten the truthseeking balls a tad bit. But in any case, they could destroy anything, but they would have to go through Apocalypse shields first, and if Apocalypse was smart, he'd have a self-repairing shield. It's like I said, Celestial technology is far more advanced than any shinobi has ever dealt with.
That's all the questions I think! If you don't like the answers, just remember that I am human and definitely not the owner of Naruto, I can make as much mistakes as the next guy.
Anyway, now that the introductions are behind us, let's get on with the story!
Chapter 3: Emergence Part II
"STOP LAUGHING!"
The whole house shook and shuddered by pure power and all the rage a child could muster.
Magnus, or Erik to a few, was already on his feet the minute he felt the small quake, he was well out of his study and heading down a wooden hall to a very special room: his children's room. Before he got close, there was a blur and his son appeared before him.
"It was my fault, really! I started it!" He said quickly, trying to dissuade his father from the real culprit of the tremor
"Move Pietro." Was all Erik said before he pushed his son out of his way to the room. When he opened the door, he was greeted to a sight of carnage, clothes were all over the floor, furniture was ripped apart, and in the middle of the carnage was little girl with short, brown hair.
"Wanda, what have I said about using your abilities!?" Erik demanded.
The girl sniffed, "I….know, but Pietro was being mean to me!"
"And you deemed it fitting to destroy your room because of your brother?" Erik questioned his daughter. She only looked downward in shame.
"I'm…sorry." She mumbled.
The elder man merely sighed, "Apologies can only go so far Wanda, and an apology cannot fix your room."
He knelt down to his daughter and placed his hand on her shoulder, the closest thing he's had to affection for his children.
"I am proud of you and Pietro, you have both unlocked your mutant abilities far sooner than I did, but now I see that is a mistake. You lack the will to control your powers and teaching…is a skill my friend has learned instead of me."
"Something will have to change. You cannot keep destroying things in a mixture of emotions and I cannot teach you. There's only one option…."
No sooner did the trio enter the mansion that was to be their new home, they were carted off again on a new trip, not that Naruto minded at all. New places, new faces.
This time, they went up North from the cold North of the Americas to the moreso cold land of Canada (I like to call it Canadia).
As it turned out, the trip was only to be in vain.
Despite all the trouble Charles and the children took to reach Canada then go up the mountain that made the home of the mutant, said mutant was still uninterested.
Not much was known about the man, except that his name was Logan and he had an incorrigible drinking and smoking habit. His sideburns looked cool to Naruto, and to the displeasure of the man, the blonde boy couldn't leave the Canadian alone for a second, though his demeanor scared Jean and Scott off.
Logan possessed unique abilities that revealed that like Naruto, he too was experimented on, but he did not know who did the experiments and for what purpose since it rendered him an amnesiac.
Despite that, Xavier could tell straight off the man was a soldier at heart and his dogtags he fondly held onto confirmed that much. The last time Xavier found Logan, he was serving a top secret branch of the Canadian government that handled certain missions that were deemed to be suicide for normal people.
Logan admitted that he came back from one very recently. He didn't say much, only that he had to deal with something big, green, and had a temper that matched his own. Circumstances arose that compelled him to pull out before completing his mission, and that was when he decided that he was done killing people and went AWOL on the Canadian government.
Speaking of circumstances, a nasty blizzard had forced the four New Yorkers to hunker down with the man for the night, Charles thought that it was happenstance, but Logan blamed it on someone called Shaman.
"Coverin' their tracks so they can find me. No one runs off on Alpha Flight or Department H. Hn, lucky that I did both." That was all he would admit.
Nevertheless, that gave Xavier a whole night to convince Logan to come with him as well as handle Jean's problem as well. Scott would sadly have to wait when they were safely back in New York or perhaps even Africa. If he opened his eyes without the safety of the ruby quartz glasses, Logan's entire house could suffer for it.
He expected Naruto to behave himself, technically, he did. It's just that no one could have possibly foreseen what was going to happen when Logan stepped out to meditate and the blonde followed him
Wolverine sat in the middle of a small room with no shirt to cover his very hairy chest. It was funny how he still called himself Wolverine, he guessed that name described who he really was, a feral animal. Amnesia meant nothing, the rage, the bloodlust, it was all genuine.
But right now, the Wolverine had to rest, to become one with all of his senses, and meditate on his memories. Meditating on the memories was far better than having them as nightmares, his body was calm and prepared for any….discomfort in meditation mode and when he wanted to sleep, his body craved nothing more than to rest until the memories attack him.
Japanese traditions would dictate that he lit incense, but the aroma usually would throw his heightened sense of smell in a loop, so he'd had to do without.
'Nuff distractions,' his consciousness scolded to end the thoughts that plagued his mind, 'Time to med-'
"Hey fuzzy man, what'cha doing?"
To Logan's extreme luck, the runt had decided to show.
"Mindin' my own business. I suggest you do the same." The nigh-feral man growled to the kid with a bush for hair.
Naruto stared with eyes full of curiosity at the pose Logan was doing, he had never seen anything like it before.
"You're sitting down and your eyes are closed, are you trying to go to sleep or something? Cuz that's a terrible way to sleep, doesn't look comfortable at all."
Wolverine fought down the instinct to eviscerate, tear something apart. "I'm meditating. It's this thing we grownups do to ward away annoying little gnomes, and it's clear I ain't meditating hard enough."
It was so clearly a jab at him, but unfortunately for the small man, that only made Naruto more interested.
"Hey, fuzzy guy! Teach me how to meditate! There's gotta be more to it than that! C'mon, show me please? Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-"
'It…..won't….shut up!" Logan's mind raved with agony over the continuous annoyance and there was no end in sight with the whammering.
"Allright…Fine!" He snapped. "Get in a position, like me."
Naruto smirked with excitement and did as he was told. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed and placed his hands between his legs before he frowned.
"This feels off, can I do this instead?" He asked as he connected his two fists by the knuckles.
"Sure, whatever makes ya' feel happy, and shuts you up," Logan dismissed, though he said that last bit mostly to himself.
"Now, the most important part is that you DON'T MOVE and that you DON'T SPEAK. Got it?"
Naruto pursed his lips, "Don't move, don't speak. Are you sure?"
"Ain't never been more positive about anything in my life," Logan grunted as he closed his eyes again, "Now close yer eyes and concentrate on whatever makes you feel happy, and remember: no moving, and definitely no speaking."
"What if I have a question?" The boy asked.
"Then it sucks to be you," Logan replied before he went back to his precious meditation.
Naruto scowled at the man 'Cheeky….I'll show him!'
Logan smirked, it seemed that the kid had finally shut himself up. He probably did old Chuck a favor, maybe he should take advantage of this wonderful opportunity…
'What can Chuck give me for shutting the runt up? Beer? Too easy. A new bike? I did have my eyes on a model-'
He could have gone on and on, until he caught the scent of blood, lots of blood. Hot blood.
"What's goin' on here?" Logan growled. His hands curled into fists as three claws made of an unbreakable metal pierced his skin and rose from within his hands. His nose followed the blood's metallic scent, but it would not have to go far. He merely had to look to his side. The sight that greeted Logan was something he would not quickly forget in a long time.
"What the-"
Xavier was the first to feel the thoughts. The rage, the bloodlust, it was very potent, nearly unbearable. Jean cried out in brief agony when she quickly felt it after him while Scott just stood there, feeling helpless. But as quickly as it had arrived, it soon vanished, leaving the telepaths breathless and confused.
"P-Professor, what was that awful-"
The cabin shook violently as it was hit by what felt like an earthquake. Furniture and utensils were shaken to the ground where they fell or even shattered to pieces and the three mutants held onto something to steady themselves.
Finally, it stopped.
The rumbling only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt far longer than that to the children. Logan's house was worse than wear, but no one was hurt. At least, Jean and Scott weren't, Naruto and Logan's fate was uncertain.
"Professor, what was that!?" Scott asked in bewilderment.
"I don't know, but we must check on the other two!" Charles exclaimed, they rolled to the spare room and forced the door open. The sight that greeted them was something they did not expect at all.
Naruto was fine, completely unhurt, though his fist was outstretched and pointing at a portion of the cabin that looked like it was hit by a wrecking ball.
Outside the cabin was an earthen crater, meaning that the blonde struck something with enough force to go through timber and earth.
"What did you do Naruto?" Xavier exclaimed.
The boy faced his guardian with a surprise, he tried to form words, perhaps to make an excuse.
"…I don't know, but I do know this: It was totally Fuzzybeard's fault!"
Due to Logan's healing factor, no real damage had been done at all, minus the cabin. Logan was unhappy to say at the least and wanted Charles to compensate for his house which the Professor deemed more than appropriate, provided that the Canadian told him what happened.
Logan explained that he taught Naruto the basics of meditation to stop the boy from interrupting his meditation time. It worked, but a strange aura surrounded the boy, Logan described to be liquid-like and red, likely made out of Naruto's blood which Logan's scent caught wind of.
The man didn't know what was happening, so he opted to forcefully pulling Naruto out of his meditation via a kick to the shoulder. The boy….didn't take it kindly.
Charles had a talk with Moira to explain this phenomenon, and there were able to come up with something firm.
Xavier deduced that meditating, or rather staying still for a long period of time, was another form for Naruto's mutated cells to gather energy, but it seems this energy mixed up with something else and began to decompose Naruto to the molecular level, at least very slowly.
But this decomposition gave the boy heightened strength. Granted, he was very strong already, but he was capable of using such strengths when he was excited, when he was in a great emotional state. This time, he was calm, and he punched Logan out of cabin and 30 feet out into the snow.
'Seems that while Naruto is also meditating, he's incredibly easy to provoke, hence the negative thoughts me and Jean felt. But, to be that fierce, that evil…this is something no boy should have. Not even Erik..'
It was quite clear that the First One made this ability as a last option for Naruto. Should he be cornered by his enemies (whoever they could have been), the boy would call upon greater power at the expense of his own life.
Xavier stared at the blonde boy, he hadn't spoken much since they left Logan, though Jean and Scott had tried their best to cheer him up.
'It's been two weeks, three at best, and they already treat each other like siblings,' Xavier thought proudly. Acceptance of fellow mutants is always the first step to acceptance of humans, now there was step 2 to 100 to go.
As quickly as the youngsters of Xavier's mansion had left Canada, they were on route to native Africa to find another mutant, though she will be even harder to convince, much harder than Logan. He was soldier, a survivor, and she is a queen. A goddess to her people.
That matter was reserved to when he finally meets her, for now, he had to handle the mounting trial of finding her. Africa was a large continent and a dangerous place for the unprepared, all Xavier could do to pinpoint the mutant was with a portable Cerebro and he had to be careful to avoid from accidentally entering a tribe's territory and endangering the children.
Much like the cold of Northern Canada, the children were having much trouble adapting to the heat with Naruto being the one to voice out how difficult it was for them.
Nevertheless, they could stay at the Mansion alone and Moira was not there all the time, so they had to come with him to Africa.
It took about three weeks, but they found the mutant in the end, and Moira was wrong. Charles had met this woman many years ago, when she was a child.
He knew her as Ororo Munroe, a small time thief in Cairo with a dreadful case of claustrophobia. Her abilities hadn't manifested back then, but he treated her to a meal out of the bottom of his heart for her plight. Somehow, she traveled South of Africa to a native tribe from where her powers to manipulate the weather manifested.
To her and Charles' surprise, the villagers treated her not like a witch, but as a goddess. She ruled them with a gentle hand until she became an adult with a goddess-like body to match her powers.
Speaking of her body, when he met her, Naruto had a few words to say to Ororo once he met her….
"Halt! Come no further strangers!"
To say that Charles and the children were ambushed would be lying, for even Jean knew they were coming many feet back. The natives surrounded their vehicle and brandished their spears and arrows at the New York mutants.
'Stay calm Scott, Jean, Naruto.' Xavier mentally assured over the three.
'Ne, I can take 'em, easy!" The blonde confidently replied.
'That would eliminate our purpose of being here as non-hostiles, Naruto. Please, allow me to handle it.'
"We do not wish for any trouble, brave men." Charles assured as he placed his hands into the air.
"We will decide if you are or are not trouble, outsider!" One man snarled viciously as he pointed a spear at Charles head.
This man was different from the rest, he had a skull painted on his face and also wore ornaments. It did not help that Charles could mentally feel the man's greed for power and bloodshed.
"We should take the outsiders to the goddess. She'll decide what their fates shall be." One man spoke in the language the natives grew up with.
The skull man spat to the ground. "We are more than capable of handling this! She needs not turn her attention from the skies to these vermin."
"I believe I shall determine what deigns my attention, Hungan." The voice came from the sun, or rather, the person floating in the light of the sun.
The natives instantly dropped to their feet and bowed at the voice, though the man known as Hungan was very reluctant to fall on his knees. Down floated a woman with a rich colored brown skin and unusual white hair.
Once she landed in front of Charles and the others, all four of them each had a reaction to the fact that she wore nothing to hide her entire upper body.
Charles remained respectable and had no visible reaction, Jean blushed at the woman's impressive breast size, Scott blushed then looked away, and Naruto-
"AHH, MY EYES! WHAT, ARE YOU CRAZY LADY!? PUT SOMETHING ON OR YOU'LL BLIND SOMEBODY!"
Indeed, the first hour was very hectic, but once the death threats had calmed down as well as the spears, Charles could finally tell Ororo why he had come to Africa.
She did not make a physical reaction nor could Charles pierce her thoughts, she was incredibly strong willed. She invited them back to her home for the night and commanded the natives to feed and entertain the children while she and Charles discussed the matters more privately.
"I have not forgotten you, Charles Xavier. This may not be as good as a restaurant in Cairo, but it is the best my people and I can offer." She spoke while presenting her village's delicacies.
"I thank you for your village's hospitality, Miss Munroe." He replied in respect.
"Call me Ororo, and it is the least I can do for the kindness you showed me all those years ago." Ororo replied. She and Charles were currently at the footsteps of her own temple that overlooked all the village she protected, a considered sacred place to the villagers.
"The blonde one, he is quite bold and outspeaking." Ororo commented.
Charles chuckled, "Did you perhaps notice that when he spoke, or when he was offering you his shirt to cover up?"
"Both, did you not tell him that the rules of modesty in the environment he grew up in does not apply to the rest of the world?"
"I'm quite certain I did, but he rarely listens to 'boring' things." Charles chuckled.
The two adults nodded at each other in amusement before a somber spirit had returned to the dinner.
"Charles," Ororo began. "I understand the reason why you need me to come with you to America, but it is for that same reason that I wish to stay here. I am needed here."
"I understand your reasons and respect your conviction to these people, but there are thousands upon thousands of mutants in the world, I have seen them, seen their dreams for the future, and in order for their dreams to be achieved, I need people like you to help me. People who have accepted that their mutation is apart of them."
"I have done so, yes, and I use it to help my people here. Without me, they would have suffered for many months, then died!" She insisted,
"I'm not denying that what you are doing here is not good in any form of fashion," Charles replied, "but the reason you are so successful here is because these people have accepted you as a deity. The rest of the civilized world are not as accepting. Believe me, I and several others have seen first-hand how cruel humans can be to those they deem 'inferior.'"
Ororo looked away from the man, the confliction raging through her mind was clear to Xavier, telepath or not.
"You don't have to answer immediately," he assured, "After all, I only have three students now. I just wanted to give you your options and know where I can find you when you wish to make a decision."
The goddess nodded her appreciation to Xavier before she spoke again. "I…..wish to sleep on this. We may talk again in the morning."
"NO! I DON'T WANNA GO! FATHER! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!"
Pietro did his best to block out his sister's screams of fear and protest, but a four-year old had no chance but to be taken away by the two orderlies of the Ravencroft Mental Institute.
The boy stared at the muddy ground of black dirt when he felt a large hand gently pat his back. He looked up to see his father, the only man Pietro held in high respect, looking down upon him with sympathy.
"Someday, you'll understand Pietro, and so shall your sister." He vowed as he stared on.
Seeing Wanda struggle so brought back the worse kind of memories in Erik, of his time when he struggled against two men pulling him away from his mother, the only difference was that the Nazi stormtroopers held far less regard to him than the orderlies do for her.
"She…..she won't stay in there forever, right?" Pietro asked with uncertainty.
"Of course she won't, I have no intention of locking any child away forever simply because they cannot control their gifts, much less any child of mine." Erik assured.
"Think of this as Wanda's test, the first of many to come. She must be strong to overcome this, for she must be strong to embrace the world I plan to bring."
Then there came another scream, but this one was different from the others. Wanda's eyes briefly flashed a crimson red as she screamed with all the power a little girl could muster. The men handling her flew back from the girl while red bolts danced around her at the doorsteps of Ravencroft.
Suddenly, an old woman stepped out of the black car that brought Wanda to Ravencroft. She stared at the little girl, the little girl stared back, and then she quickly fell asleep.
Pietro was quick to catch his sister before her head connected to the stone tiled ground.
"What did you do to her?" He exclaimed in fear.
"Do not worry Pietro," Erik walked up behind his son. "Your sister is merely asleep, this will make the process of handling Wanda smoother. Now, say your goodbyes and wait in the car."
The boy glanced back at him, then stared back at his sleeping sister before he muttered something inaudible and walked slowly back to the black car. The elderly woman joined Magneto's side and stared down at the girl.
"She hold much power and a clear affinity to the mystic arts, it will only grow stronger as she grows older. I fear that this course of action is too hasty and will lead to a precarious outcome." She stated with worry.
"You worry too much for what might happen in the future, Harkness." Magneto replied. "Once she has controlled her powers, I will determine the future of humanity and mutantkind."
Agatha Harkness continued to stare down at Wanda, her destiny was a blur to the old woman, and that was a bad omen. It meant she may bring great good to the world, or great evil. Perhaps both.
And unlike Magnus, she was not fond on gambling the future.
"I assume that these homo-sapiens will have some memory modifications as well as a little 'leash' for my daughter." Magneto spoke.
Harkness stared at him. "Of course. Humans recollecting any of these events would only mean trouble in the end."
Magneto nodded. "Then I will leave you to your good work Harkness. Till we meet again."
The Master of Magnetism glanced once more to his daughter, and the fresh tears on her face. As a father, he should feel terrible about tearing his only daughter away from her family to live in a cell, but he didn't feel that at all.
If anything, an emotion similar to pride arose in him.
He, an Omega-level Homo-superior, was pushed to lock his own daughter away simply because she did not have a proper control over her abilities, and she was only four! From this moment on, she can only ascend in her powers and become the symbol of mutantkind's future, one that was born broken and abused, only to rise strong and victorious.
"Another thing, Harkness." He suddenly spoke out.
The old woman stared at him from the corner of her eyes, a signal that she was listening.
"Charles is not to know of Wanda's existence and whereabouts under any circumstances."
The sorceress nodded. "I shall do what I can."
Many days had passed since that fateful evening, and containing Wanda's power without confronting her in a physical sense had been very tricky for Agatha, but the Salem Witch was a resourceful one. She had managed, and persevered.
"And you say that he locked his own daughter away?"
The witch brought herself out of her own thoughts to face the guest of her simple abode. A woman very much like herself, crafty, ruthless when necessary, and one who's willing to do the necessary deed.
"Yes Raven, though I have expressed my conflictions about it, he did not seem to listen to any reason other than his own."
Mystique looked down as her mind thought of many conceived plans with the Maximoff child.
"This girl….she can be very useful for my plans."
Harkness narrowed her eyes at the woman, "I was under the impression that you and Magnus were pursuing the same goal, why conspire against him so?"
"Don't be ridiculous Agatha, Magnus is the savior and leader of the mutant race, it's his destiny to bring us to a brighter future," Mystique replied casually before her eyes took a darker tone. "Unfortunately, he took something from me…something irreplaceable, and I will make sure he doesn't achieve that future without some cost."
She stared straight at the old woman, as if daring her to say something, but Agatha did not speak out. It was not her problem, she was not a pawn of Magneto.
Besides….. there truly is no wrath compared to a mother's wrath.
Suddenly, one of the magical barriers Agatha placed went off, like a fire siren. Specifically the one in Ravencroft, but that was not right. The only thing that can set it off-
"Excuse me Raven, but I must leave." She said briskly as she stood and reached for her cane.
"Trouble?" Mystique questioned.
"I shall see. I hate to be a rude guest, but I would kindly ask you to see yourself out now." Harkness stamped twice on the ground before she swirled away in a purple vortex.
She reappeared in a corner at the Ravencroft Mental Institute. When she left the corner, she found three children huddled around a man confined to a wheelchair.
"Charles." She greeted.
Xavier looked up and instantly recognized the elderly woman as walked quickly to the group.
"Agatha! It has been a long time. I'm certain that you haven't met these three? Naruto, Scott, Jean, this is Agatha Harkness, an old friend of mine."
"Professor, how do you know each other?" Scott asked meekly.
Naruto huffed, "Old people always know each other, Scott. That's what I learned."
Xavier could only sigh, apparently this Naruto character had called him old for a very long time.
"Charles, even though it is good to see you in good health, I'm afraid that you cannot proceed any further." Harkness replied.
"Really?" Xavier replied with interest, "and who would tell you to do that?"
Agatha did not reply.
"Well if it's all the same to you, I would very much like to meet this person who wishes to stop me from meeting…..Wanda, is it? Until then, I believe I have every right to visit her as her new psychologist."
"Then I must stop you." Agatha replied firmly, she twiddled her old fingers, getting them fluid enough to cast spells should Xavier ever become openly hostile.
"There is no need for violence."
Harkness stopped. It was a new voice, one she hadn't recognized. Out came a man, his face resembled of Asian descent, and he wore a black trench coat over plan white clothing, but it was the amulet he wore that nearly stopped Agatha's heart.
"Miss Harkness, I don't think I've ever had the privilege of introducing you to my friend, Wong. It was a coincidence that we ran into each other in New York. He holds much interest in young Wanda as I do."
Agatha stiffly nodded her head. "A pleasure to meet a pupil of the Ancient One."
Wong nodded, "It is an honor to meet a sorceress of your wisdom and age. Please, allow my friend to visit this young one."
The choice was very simple. Agatha was very old a powerful, but her capabilities was a mere candle to that of the man who locked Dormanmu away.
There was a reason that he was called the Sorcerer Supreme, and he would no doubt take only the best of pupils.
The woman slowly resumed her casual stance, "Very well. I did promise I would do the best I can, and this is clearly beyond me."
She returned to the shadows and silently disappeared.
Wong turned around and spoke to Xavier. "I'm afraid that our journey ends here Charles. I have sensed her capabilities already. She's certainly strong, but her fear makes her dangerous to us. The Ancient One and I feel that she may grow well in better hands, your hands."
Xavier nodded. "Thank you for your help, old friend."
"See? Even the old man called him old!" Naruto pointed out.
Wong smiled at the boy, then left out the door without another word.
"Now, she is a little scared, so it might be prudent that someone around her age would greet her first. We can only go one at a time, so who would like to go first?"
Each other three children all looked at each other with uncertainty. Jean was the one who was the most afraid. Like the Professor, she could feel the emotions that Wanda was giving out and they were very potent, it warded Jean away in fear.
Scott had noticed Jean's discomfort, it made him uncomfortable as well. Somehow, he quickly got a notion that whatever made the red head unhappy was not good news.
Naruto stared at both of them, at their distress, and that made him mad. Nothing was gonna scare his new friends under his watch!
"I'll go!" He declared.
Xavier didn't ask him if he was certain or if he even wanted to reconsider. In fact, he smiled.
"Here's a chessboard, and inside are checkers. Why don't you play a game or two with her, get to know her a bit?"
AND WE'RE DONE!
Sorry for the abrupt end, but my head was hurting!
Wow, talk about Xavier having friends in high places, and what higher is there than the Sorcerer Supreme?
Obviously, I'm trying to bring the entirety of the Marvel Universe into this fanfic because hey, Xavier lives in New York, the center of all the Marvel Superheroes!
So, I've decided that the Scarlet Witch become an X-Man! Why you ask? Because that will be the first step to becoming an Avenger!
So you'd like the introductions for Wolverine and Storm? It's as comic historically accurate as I can make it.
Anyway, Review for QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, COMPLAINTS, AND CONCERNS!
Though I won't be able to answer since I have to be off the Internet.
MAY THE FLAMES OF YOUTH BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS.