At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Lalia Azali hides more than most. She's not just a surgeon-she's this universe's Scarlet Witch, a title whispered with fear and awe, tied to a power she never wanted and a fate she can't outrun.
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- Logan
We were all strapped into the Blackbird, the hum of the engines filling the cabin. I glanced down at my suit, feeling the unfamiliar material against my skin. It was snug, almost too snug. I found myself fidgeting with it, trying to get comfortable.
"You actually go outside in these things?" I grumbled, more to myself than anyone else.
Simon, always quick with a comeback, shot me a look from across the cabin. "Well, what would you prefer, yellow spandex?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
I couldn't help but snort at that. The idea of me running around in something like that was laughable. As I adjusted my suit again, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and caught Lia staring. She turned away quickly, a hint of smile casting onto her face.
Something about that made me smile too. It was a rare thing to see her like that, caught off guard and almost... shy. I looked down, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the suit. It was cute, the way she tried to play it off, and for a moment, the tension of the mission seemed to melt away.
The descent was anything but smooth. The Blackbird jolted and shuddered as we began our approach. I could feel my heart rate pick up, but I tried to keep my cool, gripping the armrests a bit tighter than usual.
The landing was rough, to say the least. We hit the water with a splash that sent a jolt through the entire cabin. I clenched my teeth, trying not to show just how unnerving it was. Scott turned around, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Sorry," he said, a glint of embarrassment and humor in his eyes. He knew it was a rough one.
"You call that a landing?" I shot back, my voice a bit tenser than I wanted it to be. The adrenaline was still pumping, but I tried to play it off.
Scott just chuckled, and I could see the others shaking their heads or smiling.
We climbed out of the Blackbird, the cool night air hitting us immediately. The darkness was almost suffocating, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. I took a deep breath, the scent of saltwater and damp earth filling my nostrils. It was quiet, too quiet. My instincts were on high alert.
"Stay close," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. The last thing we needed was to get separated out here. I could hear the others moving behind me, their footsteps muffled by the wet ground.
We moved cautiously, every step deliberate. The shadows seemed to shift and move, playing tricks on my eyes. I scanned the area, my eyes narrowing as I tried to pick out any sign of movement. The darkness was our enemy, but it was also our ally.
As we moved through the darkness, something caught my eye. A faint glow in the distance, flickering like a beacon. I squinted, trying to make it out. Then it hit me. "The torch," Scott exclaimed, his eyes widening.
