Endeavour Nikolas Stark is perfectly fine as is.
As a child he had been extraordinary, finding a home among the friendliest of people at Charles Xavier's School For the Gifted, and finding himself Gifted in many ways just beyond the X-Gene in his DN...
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He has the wind right here in a jar.
It was awkward for the Doctor and Logan to walk through the gardens.
Every few steps Nikolas stumbled, his fake foot catching on the heel of his real foot or a bend in the ground. He enjoyed the breeze, his head tilted back the few times he could walk without staring down at the ground.
Logan kept trying to speak but whatever it was that he was trying to say kept appearing dull in comparison to the small story that he knew about the Doctor.
Nikolas was the first to speak, his eyes shut tight as he leaned into the breeze that seemed to surround him. "I was attacked." He frowned as he said it, his wings rippling on his back as all of the feathers shifted around. "I can not remember who or where."
Logan hummed, to some extent he could understand what the Doctor meant. "But you know who you are? And who the Professor is, right?"
Nikolas nodded.
"The rest will come back, eventually." The sentimentality felt strange for Logan, though he did believe what he was saying.
Nikolas nodded again, his wings shifting with each time he moved.
He felt strange, like he was stretched thin with missing memories. Something told him that it was not the fact that he could not remember, but that he did not want to. What had happened to him was damaging and when he accepted what it was that hurt him, the effects of it, he would remember.
"Doctor Stark!" A voice called his name and he turned much to quickly, his still tired mind unable to keep him on his feet as he shifted. Logan caught him, his hands warm on his forearm as Nikolas smiled brightly and waved his hands.
"Ororo!" Nikolas smiled as he said her name, watching closely as she moved towards both him and Logan.
She smiled the entire way, a bright look in her eyes as she paused a few feet from the Doctor. "Nikolas," Ororo held her hands out to him, waiting until Nikolas closed the distance in a way that the Doctor greatly appreciated.
He took his time stepping away from Logan, his eyes focused on her hands as he set his own in hers. "It is good to see you Ororo." Nikolas spoke softly, his concentration more so on keeping his own gifts in check than actually greeting the woman. "I have meant to visit, I am sorry-"
"It's okay." Ororo smiled as she said it, a shrug in her shoulders as if dismissing his apology. Nikolas found the dismissal comforting. "You're here now, and I have some new students to introduce you too."
The idea of meeting new people was not as terrible as the Doctor would have imagined, which he fully blamed on the fact that he was still confused and on an adrenaline rush from only just waking up. "Okay." He nodded, smiling softly and dropping her hands. "Lead the way, Storm."
He put emphasis on the nickname, watching as she shook her head and smiled despite the implications of the name.
Nikolas turned to Logan, nodding his head to Storm as he spoke, "Will you come too?" He did not wait for an answer.
Ororo locked her arm around Nikolas', a faint smile on her lips as she heard the lumbering steps of Logan from just being them as they moved forward.
"How many students that need help with their control?" Nikolas glanced around the gardens as he spoke, his mentally he tallied up the number, finding it to be a smaller class size than previous.
He attempted to be careful with his phrasing, though he was fully aware that that was the only way to describe young mutants. They are not dangerous, just simply lacking control, and control can be taught.
Ororo hesitated before speaking, "Half, maybe more." She sighed, her hands careful as she steadied the doctor on his way up the stairs. "Though there are a few in particular that I think will really benefit from your teaching, that is if you are up for it?"
Nikolas wasn't sure if he was, but he answered nonetheless. "Of course I am."
"Great!" She nearly shouted, though she was immediately apologetic after the Doctor took a step away and out of her arms. "One student, Marie D'Ancanto-"
"Rogue." Logan interrupted, his voice clear and nearly harsh as he corrected Ororo.
"Right," she hummed in an almost condescending way, her tone shifting as she continued to share about the student.
Nikolas found her words impossibly far away as they stepped into the back lawn of the house. Students covered the lawn, taking part in different activities as they did, some with a bold and clear display of the gifts that they possessed and others with more mundane tasks to take part in.
A hand touched his shoulder and the doctor leapt away, almost as if he had been hit, his hands lifting to cover his head as he did.
"Woah, hey," Logan smiled, holding his hands up in an 'I surrender' sort of way as he watched Nikolas closely. "Lost you for a minute there, Storm's gone to get a few students for you to meet."
Nikolas nodded, rolling his shoulders as he took in a deep breath. His head fell back, the edge feathers on his wings brushing at his ears as he did. "I want to fly." Nikolas' wings shifted in response, the wince of pain on his face less so than before.
"Go on." Logan shrugged. "Storm does it, we've got a clear airspace."
He wanted to protest, but couldn't find a reason.
Nikolas took a few steps forward, lifting his wings only slightly as he did.
"But not far," Logan stepped up to him, his eyes lingering on the tops of the Doctor's wings as he spoke. As if he were assessing how healed the wounds there are. "And not too long, the Professor will kill me if you get hurt and I'd rather not-"
"Okay." Nikolas did not mind interrupting in this moment, as it would make Logan stop his rambling.
He took a deep breath in, and on the exhale stretched his wings out to his sides. Just feeling the feathers catch the in the breeze was nearly euphoric, his entire body tensed up a ripple passing over him as he squeaked loudly.
The moment he took off everything felt put together again.
Like nothing had gone wrong and that everything would make sense in time.
Nikolas hollered as he flew, though he wasn't sure if it was a vocal sound or just a feeling. His wings certainly ached, whatever had been done to him weeks ago hadn't fully healed yet, but it wasn't too unbearable.
Seeing the school from above had its benefits, the people looked smaller and much more manageable. Their powers were on display for him to see and he could easily feel himself picking up the more obvious ones, he pushed it away in favor of falling into the euphoric feeling of flying for what felt like the first time in forever.
When a voice called to him again, he didn't want to land.
