In the heart of every storm, there is a calm that anchors. For Scott Summers, that calm is Rory Nicks. She is his guiding light, the one who brings clarity to his often chaotic world. With every glance and every touch, she weaves a tapestry of hope...
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Scott, wearing his sleek uniform and carrying his usual aura of determination, was about to leave with Charles to visit Erik in his high-security prison.
Scott approached her, his face a mix of resolve and concern. "I didn't expect you to be here to send me off," he said, attempting a reassuring smile.
Rory tried to return the smile, but it faltered as she looked into his eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I have this... bad feeling about everything that's happening. I can't shake it."
Scott's expression softened, and he reached out to cup her face gently with his hands. "We'll be fine," he said, his tone firm yet soothing. "It's just a visit. We need to understand Erik's plans, and make sure he's not a threat."
"I know, but I can't help but worry," Rory said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Things have been so unpredictable lately. Please, just stay safe, alright? Promise me you'll be careful."
Scott looked deeply into her eyes, seeing the genuine fear that lingered there. He pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her tightly. "I promise," he said softly. "We'll be cautious. Nothing will happen to us."
Rory clung to him for a moment longer, savoring the warmth and comfort of his presence. "I just wish I could shake this feeling," she murmured against his shoulder.
Scott pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on her shoulders. "It's okay to be worried," he said, his voice steady. "But we have to keep moving forward. We can't let fear control us."
She nodded, taking a deep breath as she stepped back. "You're right. Just come back safely. I'll be waiting."
Without another word, Scott leaned in and kissed her. It was a deep, passionate kiss that conveyed all the emotions they'd been struggling to express. Rory responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into the kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's. Scott's eyes searched hers, his voice hushed. "I'll be back before you know it."
Rory nodded, her heart swelling with a mix of hope and longing. "I know. Be safe, Scott."
She watched as he left, taking her entire heart with him.
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SCOTT
Scott dashed down the hallway, his eyes scanning for any sign of the disturbance. As he turned a corner, he came face-to-face with a mutant, whose eyes glowed menacingly. The mutant's bones cracked with strength, and without a moment's hesitation, she launched a tranquilizing dart toward Scott.
Scott barely had time to react, raising his hands to shield himself. The blast hit him squarely on the shoulder, his vision became hazy. Pain surged through him, blinding and intense as he fought off multiple guards. He struggled to his feet, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on the threat.
