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 had a way with words.
Nikolas left Jean in the butterfly room, though he did not want to leave the peace that he had found there.
Charles had arrived at the museum, his presence calming and apparent in the Doctor's mind. He sought the man out easily, finding him just among those in the evolution room. It was almost ironic, Charles Xavier holds a degree in the the study of evolution, and yet here he is among children and under schooled adults learning about the pre-historic man.
"Charles." Nikolas set a hand on the back of the man's wheelchair, watching closely as the screen in front of him changed images.
He glanced over his shoulder, "Doctor Stark." It was said with a faint smile that faded the moment Nikolas pressed his mind into the Professor's. "You won't have me in your mind-"
Nikolas' consciousness snapped back into his own. "Sorry." He felt only partially apologetic, the action was an innocent one. Nikolas had been seeking comfort, and the Professor's mind was so easily accessible despite his attempts at building a barrier against those around him.
Charles turned his head slightly, wanting to say something only to pause and tilt his head as if listening. "Something's happened in the food court."
Nikolas sighed, nodding his head as he gripped the handles of the Professor's chair and started to push him. He was fully aware that Charles was capable of moving the chair on his own accord, he just needed something to do.
"I believe we may need to make a quick escape Nikolas." Charles spoke softly, his eyes moving across the crowd surrounding them.
The doctor hummed in reply, "I can do that." He lowered his shields easily, his mind reaching for those around him and holding them in place in a way that felt reminiscent to a few months ago, though he could not place why.
Their minds were simple, moldable under his fingertips in ways that felt impossible to describe. Charles was speaking, Nikolas knew that he was, but could not place the words. Bobby stood feet from him, John and Rogue by his sides, they looked at the human's held in place in confusion.
"What did you do Bobby?" It was Rogue who asked, her voice moving through the Doctor's concentration in a way that he allowed.
"I didn't do this." Bobby spun on his heels, his eyes following the crowd as if trying to determine how far all of it went.
Nikolas' hands fell from the Professor's wheelchair handles. He stepped around the seated man, looking at the three students and the damaged space around them with a disapproving glare.
"No, I did." Nikolas crossed his arms, looking around at the Gifted schools students and teachers as they gathered to observe. "And next time you feel like showing off," he instructed the human's to move out of the way, their steps rhythmic as they parted to allow the three mutants the chance to reach the Professor and Doctor. "Do not."
