𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓎 - 𝓅. 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓇

chapter 8

   A month had passed since the chaotic fight that had shattered the avengers and left them fractured and scattered. The world had turned upside down; Wanda, Clint, Sam, and Scott were still locked away in prison, while Alec, Bucky, and Steve had become fugitives, evading capture and seeking a way to clear their names. In the midst of this turmoil, Alec felt the weight of silence pressing down on him. It had been a month since he last spoke to Peter, and that absence gnawed at him.

   Determined to set things right and restore some semblance of normalcy to their lives, Alec decided to reach out to the one person he believed could help him navigate the mess they found themselves in: his old friend and teacher, Charles Xavier.

   With resolve coursing through him, Alec concentrated, envisioning the familiar surroundings of the x-mansion. A heartbeat later, he materialized in front of Xavier, who was seated at his desk, immersed in thought. The sudden appearance startled the older man, causing him to glance up with wide eyes.

- What's up, Xavier? - Alec greeted, a mix of excitement and urgency in his voice, despite the slightly startled look on Charles's face.

   Xavier's expression shifted from surprise to a welcoming smile, though he quickly masked it with concern.

- Alec, my boy. What brings you here? I assumed you were still with your team.

   Alec ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his demeanor.

- Things have gotten complicated. The team's split up, and I need your help to fix it.

   Xavier nodded, leaning back in his chair.

- I see. The situation with the avengers has escalated quite dramatically, hasn't it? Tell me everything.

   Alec sighed, shaking his head with a mix of frustration and playfulness.

- I know you know what happened, Charles. You don't need to ask. - he said, rolling his eyes, trying to lighten the moment - And you'll probably disapprove, but my idea... it's bold.

   Xavier's brows raised slightly, sensing the tension behind Alec's attempt at humor.

- What is it you're planning?

   Alec took a deep breath, meeting Xavier's gaze directly.

- I want to make people forget about the Sokovia Accords.

   Xavier's face remained calm, though a flicker of caution passed over his eyes.

- And by that, you mean erasing everyone in the world's memories? - his voice was measured, but there was an edge to it, as if he was already bracing himself for a complicated discussion.

   Alec nodded slowly.

- Yeah. It's the only way to undo the damage, to make things right again. The team's broken, the world sees us as criminals, and it's all because of those damn accords. If we can erase that, we can give everyone a fresh start.

   Xavier remained silent for a long moment, contemplating the magnitude of Alec's suggestion.

- You do understand what you're proposing, don't you? Alec, you know the ethical implications of such actions... You're talking about altering the memories of every person on Earth. That's not a decision to be taken lightly.

- I know. - the boy replied, his voice firmer now - I've thought about it, a lot actually. And I wouldn't be suggesting it if I didn't believe it was the only way to set things right. The accords divided us, turned us against each other. This whole thing... it's a mess. I'm not saying it's perfect, but it's better than living in this chaos.