✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 | 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

You take off your lab coat, in a swing onto your chair. "Ok." you breathe out, stretching your arms and legs. You grabbed a trinket from your pocket. A rusty but well taken care of watch.

You flipped it open, looking at the photo clipped on the inside. It was very old. You were standing in a ruffled uniform, hair up and in disguise. You stood with a group of people. Some hiding women, some men.

You smile lightly, "I'm on my way back guys.." you say softly, dusting off your shorts/pants/skirt. "Make your troop proud," you add, crouching down in a beginning position. You flip on your goggles.

And in a second you were racing out of Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. You raced through the gardens and finally made a jump, and you were somewhere else.

Have you returned home? To your friends? To the Cold War? It had been months since you arrived in 1978. You were born a mutant in a war over a hundred years ago.

You got hurt. Others hurt and pricked you like a human pin cushion for years. Before you escaped to a nice woman. She fed you, not much but enough to survive. You joined the army to prevent her son from being drafted. You put up your hair and said little to cover your voice.

You met people. People you loved, and loved you back. In your last shoot down, your friend had gotten shot. You felt your emotions throw your powers off. A wave hit you down, and you woke up here.

A free bedroom and food just to say you're a mutant. You could rewind time, speed it up, or slow it down. Like you, speed up your body and you could go as fast as lightning strikes.

But it didn't matter the friends you made in 1978. You had friends back home. You had friends you didn't even say goodbye to. It didn't matter how well you and Peter had gotten along.

Or how clean the air was here, or the artificial flavors. It didn't matter if you had made friends. Because you are home now.

When was now?

Forest stumps covered the plain. You look around at the smell of fresh air. Men were holding planks and bricks, loading them into the pillars being built. You look around you, a man is digging a hole. You could tell he was much richer than the others.

He delicately placed a seed into the ground, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You shake the distraction away, and race to him. "What's the date?!" you asked frantically, he was taken aback but spit the words out. "1890, it is early March.." you frown, crouching down again.

"Muskets.. Dirty air.. Beer..." you say, closing your eyes. And you were off. You jumped through another portal.

Same place, but much more built. You groan, "Come on!" you scream and begin running again. You kept running. And the scenery kept changing. When you finally tripped and knocked yourself to the ground. The speed caught up to you, rapidly.

As your vision became unsteady, you tasted the iron-flavored red in your mouth. You coughed it out into your hand. It wouldn't stop, the more you coughed, the more came out. You try to stand up, only to feel a shocking pain in your leg.

You yelp and fall back to your knees, getting another pain to go with it. "We are on our way, just hold on a second longer Y/n."

Charles had felt the emotions off you, you assumed. How would you explain this to him?
"Get out of my head..!" You fell forward, blacking out.

You opened your eyes again, seeing two figures looking down at you, you were on a stretcher being moved. "Y/n! She's Awake!" Peter yelled, "Just get her to the lab!" Hank said. You turned away and coughed into your hand again.
"Y/n!"