You turn around and put your hands on your hips. "What? Don't like nicknames... Cupcake?"
He takes a step closer so his chest is nearly touching yours. "Watch it. You're this close to crossing the line." He says, holding up his nearly pressed together fingers to show you.
You grin. "Or what...Sunshine?"
"I'm going to give you the fight of your life that's what." He grins and puts out his hand.
'Oh shit that's cool.' Was all you could think when you saw metal claws slide out from above his knuckles..
"Still wanna dance?" He asks. You grin.
"The waltz or the foxtrot? I'm afraid I don't tango. Actually, I'm not even sure if I dance? Do I? Waltz is..." You stare off into the distance trying to remember. "Just a mo, can you stay still and put those claws or knives whatever away? Now let me see, this goes here." You put your right hand on his shoulder, ignoring the man's look of complete horror and confusion. "Now give me your hand. No the other one!" You take his right hand and put your free hand in it. "Don't let it just dangle like that! You put it on my waist. There! That's the waltz right?" You turn to Charles, to see his lips pressed together as he holds in his laughter.
He nods and you see tears of laughter in his eyes.
"Actually that's the usual stance for almost all ballroom dancing. It's the footwork that makes each dance different." Scott, the visor man says.
"Really? We don't have time for that do we?" You look at the man in front of you. His eyebrows are creased together in utter bewilderment. You grin evilly. "Oh well." You shrug and knee him in the groin.
He doubles down and you hear him groan. You hear Scott as he sucks in a mouthful of air. After a moment he looks up, his face red and veins sticking out on his forehead. "You are so dead." He snarls making you shiver.
"Children please!" You hear Charles hiss but you ignored it, all you can focus on is how near he is.
"Ladies first." The man growled, baring his teeth.
"Yeah sure, go ahead." You smirk, making two daggers.
A low guttural sound comes out from the man's throat as he lunges at you.
The next five minutes were a blur but all you could gather from it was that it was the toughest fight you'd ever been in. He kept coming back at you again and again even though you were stabbing him and punching and biting.
You felt a crack as your fist connected with his jaw.
"STOP IT."
You freeze, your feet cemented to the floor. You look up at the man who now looked like a statue depicting a man about to gouge out someone's insides, the only thing moving are his eyes.
"Charles, get the fuck out of my head!" You hiss between your teeth.
"Yeah! Whatever it is you're doing, you got no right!" The man mutters out too.
"I have the right that this is my house and that you are causing a ruckus in my study." Charles says quietly. "Now, I am going to let you both go, if you promise not to get at each other again. If you do, I will sit you both down and make you down that bitter cough syrup all inhabitants of this house fear. Do you hear me?"
You glare at Charles before glaring back at the man. A low growl sounds from his throat, giving you goosebumps. If you hadn't been frozen by Charles you would have shivered.
"All right!" You spit out. The man's chest heaves.
"Fine." He huffs angrily and almost immediately, you fall onto the floor. You also hear an unusually loud thump and then his groan.
"This is not what I signed up for." He groans, pushing himself up. His words are slightly slurred and his jaw hangs down as if he has difficulty closing it.
"You, haven't signed up for anything." Charles smiles. "Kate, pour yourself a drink. I'll have what your having."
You blow a raspberry at him before making your way to the bookshelf. You slide away a secret panel and pull out a half empty glass bottle. You pick up the two dusty glasses next to it.
"Where did that come from?" The man with the visor over his eyes nearly shouts. He looks at Charles, or so his head shows since you can't see his eyes. "You have a hidden liquor stash?"
"It's nice to meet y'all too." You smile, putting the glasses down on the desk after wiping out the dust.
"Everyone, this is *deep sigh* Kate." You glare at Charles. "May I introduce you both to the members of the X-Men. We have Scott Summers, or Cyclops." Charles says, making you raise an eyebrow. Scott grinned and steps up for you to shake his extended hand. "Next is Ororo Munroe or Storm."
"More like the terrifying Storm." Scott mumbles to her but you pick it up.
"Terrifying? Really?" She sighs.
Scott nodded. "You can get pretty scary when you're doing the," he wiggles his fingers. "You know." She slaps his arm. You decide to like them both.
You pour the liquid into the two glasses, making yours more than his. Charles shrugs and continues. "Finally, we have our dear Dr. Jean Grey." You push the glass to Charles and he clicks his glass against yours before sipping it. You look at her and notice there is something chilling about her. Something off. Like she has no idea who she is.
"No superhero name?" You ask Jean. She stiffens. You sip your drink.
"No." Comes her curt reply. "And who, are you?"
"Didn't you hear the Professor?"
"Yes I heard him but who are you?"
You swirl the cup. "I'm a member of the original X-Men. The first class. We all had stupid codenames back then too." You laugh, sitting on the desk. "This oldie right here," You say, pointing at Charles, "had a full head of hair back then."
"Yes dear, thank you for reminding me." He chuckles sheepishly, rubbing his scalp.
"So what was your 'stupid codename'?" The tall man asks.
"I don't know your name yet do I?" You smile at the man.
He gives a small smirk back. "It's Logan. Plain simple Logan. I think you broke my jaw." He says rubbing it. You roll your eyes.
"It's probably just dislocated. As for your name, why do I not believe you?" You say, making the others chuckle.
"Fine, sometimes...it's...Wolverine." You choke on your drink making him frown.
"Oh, because of the claws! I get it." You smirk. "Not because you're some ferocious mammal." He takes a step forward.
"Her codename was Prism." Charles says hurriedly. "My sis-" He gulped. "Friend came up with it." You frown at him. "Now I think that resolves everything. Jean, take Logan to the med room please."
"Can I have a word?" You ask him. He hesitates before nodding tiredly.
"I'll be there soon." He says to his students. Everyone watches you as they walked out the door. Logan is the last out and as he passes, he gives you a wink. You blush but he doesn't't see it and neither do you know.
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Dog Tags : X-Men First Class VOLUME 3 of Prism Series
Fanfiction"Hey." A hand on your shoulder roughly pulls you around, letting you come face to face with the tall man you had thrown at the wall. You take a good look at him. He's tall and rowdy-looking despite the clean hoodie he wears. It was zipped up a litt...
