{🔥} ~ alex summers x fem! oc ||
"a thing compared to a flame's ability to burn fiercely."
IN WHICH - Malia Rose Foster has spent her life hiding-her powers, her pain, her true self. But when Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr arrive, seeking her hel...
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✩ Chapter Four: Dangerous *Now playing: "Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?" by Taylor Swift*
AFTER DARWIN DIED, MALIA, ALEX, SEAN, HANK AND RAVEN ALL SAT TOGETHER ON A BENCH THAT SOMEHOW REMAINED INTACT ADMIST THE CHAOS OF THE EXPLOSION. Malia was positioned close to Alex, their shoulders nearly touching, while Sean sat on the other side of him, a protective presence. Hank lounged further down the bench, his posture relaxed yet tense, and Raven stood nearby, restless, refusing to take a seat as the weight of their loss hung heavily in the air.
Just then, Charles jogged around the corner, Erik and Moira in tow. Relief flickered across his face upon seeing the group, but it quickly shifted to concern as he approached.
"Raven," he called out, reaching for her and pulling her into a tight embrace. The warmth of his support seemed to lift some of the heaviness weighing on her.
Turning to the others, Charles exhaled deeply. "We've made arrangements for you to be taken home immediately."
Sean shook his head, his jaw clenched. "We're not going home."
"What?" Charles replied, confusion clouding his eyes.
"Darwin's not going to prison," Sean said, casting a quick glance at Alex before turning his gaze to Malia. "And she's not going back to an empty house."
"He killed Darwin," Alex said, his voice taut with anger.
"All the more reason for you to leave. This is over," Charles insisted, desperation creeping into his tone.
"Darwin's dead, Charles," Raven said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"And we can't even bury him," Malia added, her eyes filled with slight anger and frustration.
Silence enveloped them for a moment, thick with grief and unspoken words, until Erik broke it. "We can avenge him."
"Erik, a word, please," Charles said, leading him slightly off to the side, away from prying ears. Their voices dropped, but the intensity of their conversation was palpable.
"They're just kids," Charles pleaded, the weight of responsibility evident in his furrowed brow.
"No. They were kids," Erik replied firmly, his eyes glinting with a mix of determination and rage. "Shaw has his army. We need ours."
Charles sighed, the truth sinking in. He glanced back at the group, who were watching them with anxious expressions, their fate hanging in the balance.
"We'll have to train," he finally said, pausing to let the words settle. "All of us."
"Yes?" Charles asked, looking back at the others.
"Yeah," Malia and Alex replied in unison, their voices overlapping, each of them buoyed by a shared resolve. The rest of the group nodded, a silent pact forming among them.
