Avengers Iron mutant

how it all started Part 3

Ok still own nothing. Was on the fence about weather to still use "tony" or just use Cj the whole time. So I went with Cj mostly because it's only two letters instead of four. Shrug.

Warning cursing 

the hair dye and letting his eyes stay blue had worked.  know one knew who he was.

Tony or c.j, liked the school. and professor Xavier. but like at every other school C.j had ever gone to he did his best to stay away from the other kids. 

his dad had always told him he didn't need others that Starks where made of iron. but unlike other schools with rice snobs who thought they were better then everyone this school had nice kids, kids he would like to befriend.  

but he couldn't risk them finding out who c.j really was. 

That's why he did everything in his power to stay as far away from Jean grey and her mind reading as human or mutantly possible.

so he was cold and kept a safe distance. but this behavior got him a reputation. for and I quote: thinks he's better then everyone else. 

that summer at Xavier's school ended way to soon. 

but thanks to the best aunt in the world it wouldn't be his last. because for the next six years every summer break Tony would stay a week or too at his aunts then fly back to up state New York for a cupile of months. 

it was his first day back he had just turned sixteen a few weeks before and was beyond happy to be back here.

that is till he got a six AM wake up call because of yelling in the hall down the way from his room.

C.j opened his door just as some one ran past. a boy about his age by looks of it. being chased by jean one of the girls that lives here at the school year round. and has one of the same abilities as he does. 

'stop him.' she yells when she spots Cj. 

so he did just that with one look Cj stopped the kid dead in his tracks. 

'what the hell the,' kid yells as jean and I walk over. 

"thanks" jean pants out of breath as we reach the kid. no problem, "what's going on any ways? who is he." Cj never seen him before. the kid had shaggy blond hair light blue eyes and was long and lanky. and was wearing something that made him look like they nabbed him from a carnival. all in all he was kinda cute.

jean is about to answer but the boy answers instead. "what's going on is I was kiddnaped and held here against my will." Cj rolls his glowing blue eyes. "don't be such a drama queen. they probably did you you a huge favor by bringing you here kid."

"they did me know favor by bringing me here. and I have a name. it's Clint. Clint Barton."

"well Clinton. I'm c.j. and  if theres one thing I know about this place and the person who runs it, is that so long as you flow a few rules then you are free to pretty much do as you wish. and you can leaving when ever you damn well please."

Clint seems to think this over for a sce before sayin. "alright I'll stay for now. now whatever the hell you're doing to me stop." that's when I realize I still have a hold of him. I step forwards and throw my arm around his shoulders and start walking down the hall. 

"where are you taking him?"  jean calls after us. 

"well I'm not going back to sleep now and Clint has to be hungry so I'm taking him to get food."

'but the prof want's to see him.' she protest. I just wave my free hand at he and keep walking.

"you to seem to get along well." Clint says as we make are way to get food. surging my arm off of his shoulders. 

"I don't get on well with anyone here." Cj says in a flat voice. this gets Clints attention, that when he looks at my eyes for the first time. and seems to freezes in place. 

"are your eye's glowing?' he asked in disbelief. "yup they sure are can't control it can't turn it off." that was the lie I had always used.  "cool he breathe.  not if you had to live with it I mumble"

"guess you got me there."

the rest of there walk was quiet. 

but once they sat down to eat in the almost empty eating Hall Cj started back up the conversion.

"so let me tell you some things about this place."

"rule number 1 never ask about parents or how someone ended up here. news flash every kid has a sob story. but if they start the conversions then you should be safe to pry a little. just know you'll get as good as give."

"rule number 2.  there's really no number 2 just stick to number 1 and you should be fine. ok Clint nodes."  taking a bite of banana. 

"if it's a no going on asking about past, is it safe to ask about powers?" Clint asks. "well.." Cj gives this some thought. "I've never had any problems with asking what other mutants powers are, so I'd say use your best judgment."  

 "sweet. then what can you do?"

"that's complicated."  Cj says setting his fork down."I'm a telekinesis, meaning I can move or stop thing with my mind. so can jean.  but the whole eye thing that's where thing's get tricky."

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this, I've never told anyone before, so you have to promise me that you'll keep take what I'm about to tell you to your grave, which if I find out you told someone will be a lot sooner then you might think."

Clint didn't seem the least bit fraised by the threat, if anything it seemed to bore him. maybe he'd rethink his no friends thing with this kid. Cj thinks they could have a lot of fun together.

"at the end of my stay in about  five weeks the prof is going to put a wall in my mind. why would he do that'?" Clint asks with a tilt of his head. 

"because most mutants get there powers when there pre-teens or teen agers. I got mine when I was six, and they have gotten stronger every year. and they will continue to get stronger and stronger till I know longer control them and they control me I'll be the most powerful mutant to live. so he'll put a wall in to keep them locked away."

"that sounds horrible," Clint says bluntly. 'I mean I can get living without powers but to have them taken away like that. I couldn't even imagine not having mine."

"what are yours" Cj asks hoping to put an end to the conversion. 

instead of answering Clint looks around the table top and picks up Cj's knife and wordless throws it to his left without looking, hitting a poster of a deer right where it's heart would be. 

"cool." Cj breathes. 'if I throw something or shot it, I can control where it goes'. Clint shrugs one shoulder.

"Hey have you ever tried controlling something thrown by someone else?                                             'Not really I'm not dumb enough to let people know what I am. Fair enough. One more thing how good is your control." Cj asks with a grin that can only be described as pure mischief. 

" pretty good' why?"

"Oh you'll see."