Just Imagine: Multi-Fandom Imagines

Mega Imagine: X-Men

A/N yes I need to do a Black Widow imagine. I will in do time. My stupid phone deleted it from my notes. If you really want to see the one I wrote, it's on my Instagram (Allthefandomstothetardis )
Prologue:
"She's dead. Subject 626's experiments have failed," a scientist announced.
"Mrs. Y/l/n is dead? And here I thought she was the stronger of the group," another replied, shocked.
"Yes..." The first started packing up. "I have a theory. All of the test subjects are human. Perhaps that is why the experiments are failing."
"Are you suggesting that we experiment on animals?" The second asked, shocked.
"Oh course not. I was thinking more along the lines of an actual mutant," the first offers.
"But the entire point of the experiment is to see if we can create mutants from humans by transferring the gene. How does experimenting on a mutant help?" The second leaned against the counter.
"Perhaps a human body cannot hold a mutant gene. If we test it on a mutant, we can figure out how they can stand it," the first suggested.
Considering this, the second nods. "Alright. But where do we get a mutant? They won't volunteer."
"Subject 626 had a kid. Y/n y/l/n. According to 626 the kid started showing signs of being a mutant," the first pulls out the file.
"Okay. Let's get started."
*present day*
You groan in your room, eyes opening slowly. Your room was completely bare, no decorations of any kind. Everything was different shades of beige and gray. As soon as you sat up, your dark brown bird like wings spread out on either side of you. ((think maleficent)) You had gotten those from some bloke named Warren Worthington. You highly doubted he knew.
You had lost count of your powers over the years. Some of your favorites were advanced healing, mood control, telekinesis, and blowing things up. But there were more. You could control all of the elements, ice, and had super speed and strength. That was the shortened list. The recent experiment on you was to see if you could pass on the mutant genes to others. If you could, they were going to move on to phase two.
You could barely remember a time when they didn't have you trapped here.
They had your hands in little metal containers, keeping you from using some of your gifts. They also kept you pumped up on drugs that made it hard to focus enough to use the rest of your power. Once a week they put you in a large gymnasium, with reinforced steel of course, to see how any powers have developed.
You head towards the interview room to talk to the doctor-something you had to do weekly-when you noticed the first thing off. The news was on.
They normally turned off any excess to the outside world. Sure, you'd watched tv, but that was sit coms, and old ones at that. Despite everything telling you that this was against the rules, you watch.
X-Men...mutants...a hairy blue guy...none of it added up. You had been taught about the gene, you understood what was happening, but they'd made it seem like it was something very rare. On here, it seemed that it was a popular debate topic. You lean forward to hear better...
And the TV shuts off, a scientist looking at you eagerly. You were used to that, people watching you like the experiment you were.
Although your thoughts were still groggy, you managed to get into their emotions. You knew that there were more than a few emotions. This person was feeling...intrigued. Time to change that. You sent out waves of disinterest. The I-couldn't-care-less. Soon enough they were gone.
And you continued to your interview.
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The X-Men heard about scientists experimenting with mutants in a laboratory in the upper peninsula of Michigan. They headed over, completely innocent, to check it out.
They were less than welcome.
The defenses were a little much for what was supposed to just be a studying the genetics behind it. And the people were more than eager to keep outsiders, well, out.
Rogue, Wolverine, and Storm took on this one just the three of them. As soon as they realized it was more than what it seemed, they called for back up.
Wolverine got in first, slashing through the guards like butter. Once he got in, the halls were empty. His footsteps echo down the hallway as he heads towards the main observatory.
Once he gets there, he hears running footsteps coming towards him. He unleashes  his claws, expecting a scientist, but instead it's just Rogue.
"What's goin' on?" Rogue asks, slowing to a walk.
"Is it just me, or are they a bit too protective over what's supposed to be just a study on what caused the mutant gene?" Wolverine points out.
"That what Storm was sayin'. That if it was really just a study, they wouldn' be so protective," Rogue walked over to the balcony. "
"What that?" Wolverine looked through the glass ceiling.
"Oh my..." Rogue says softly. Inside they can see you, your brown wings wrapped around you like a protection. They have a needle stuck in your arm, keeping you sedated.
"They're experimenting on mutants," Wolverine growled.
"We've got to get her!" Rogue exclaims, then says into the microphone, "They've got a mutant captive, not that old, probably about 15. She has large brown wings; we have to get her."
"Gotcha. Can you get her? We're a bit busy out here," Storm says, followed by a large blast.
Rogue looks to Wolverine, who nods. "We got her."
Wolverine jumped onto the glass roof, Rogue close behind. You don't even stir, your wings forming a protective barrier.
Wolverine scratches the glass, cutting a hole in the ceiling. He jumps through, rips the needles out of of your arm, tossing you limply over his shoulder. An alarm starts wailing, and Wolverine swears as a gas starts to fill the room. He leaps up through the ceiling, shouting, "Go, go, go!"
Rogue and he run out frantically.
"Is she alright?" Rogue asks as they run.
"Wings here is unconscious. They probably kept her sedated so she wouldn't attack them," Wolverine suggests.
"Don' Warren have wings like those?" Rogue asks.
"His are white. Why does it matter?" Wolverine says as he rips the door open.
"No reason. Just a thought."
Once back on the ship, Wolverine lays you down on a seat, where your wings immediately curl around you. The speaker crackles with Charles voice.
"I see that you found something. Rather someone," he says.
"She's justa kid," Rogue explains. "They was experimentin' on her."
"That's why they didn't want us checking things out," Wolverine growls.
"What were they doing to her? Did she say?" Charles asks.
"She's still unconscious," Rogue replies.
"Bring her to the academy. We can try to help her once she wakes up," Charles suggests.
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You wake up slowly, your eyes still closed. You can feel the last of the chemical leaving your system. But the bed feels...different. The covers are softer than you are used to, the mattress stiffer. A steady beeping noise emits from next to you.
Your eyes fly open, taking in the room around you. Your wings expand to their full length, and you fly against the wall, alarmed.
There was a women in a white coat with red hair who was taking care of someone else. She turns and faces you when you press yourself against the wall. Your hands are free, they must've taken the hand clamps off when they kidnapped you. Your mind is clearer that it had been in ages, so it doesn't take much energy to go into her mind. You could never do this before, only when they first let me discover it, because it takes too much concentration. Now you can easily throw up an illusion of you disappearing.
"Where'd she go?" The red head looks around.
You run from the room, flying up to the ceiling. Apparently a few years ago they'd given you the gene for invisibility, but you'd never been able to get it to work.
Until now.
Fear courses through you and you feel yourself shimmering away. You can feel yourself, but when you look down, your body  is gone.
Below you, the red head and a burly looking man are talking animatedly.
"The kid ran away-or flew away. She disappeared!" The red head says.
The burly man swore. "I knew we should've kept her restrained."
"Professor would never. You know that," the red head reminded him.
"Now we have a possible psychopath running around the building," the burly man growls.
A possible psychopath? They were the ones who kidnapped you!
"Well someone needs to get Professor. He can find her and explain everything. No wonder she's freaking out, she's probably spent her entire life in a laboratory," the red head sighs. "I'll get him."
You climb slowly from rafter to rafter, then slowly fly to the window once you get close enough. You're just about to leave-to where you don't know-when the window shatters. You fly back, your invisibility disappearing from you.
The burly man sighs, a rock in his hand. "Figures that's what she'd try to do first. I suppose that's why they captured her, because she was predictable."
A rush of anger shoots through you, but it still pales compared to your fear. You don't know where you are or what to do, or who these people are.
"Stay away!" You shout, your wings flapping and holding you up while you stick your hands in front of yourself as a protection.
"Calm down, we're not going to hurt you," promised a man in a wheelchair.
The ground shook violently, items crashing to the ground. This is probably why they were so intent on keeping you sedated.
"Then why did you kidnap me?" You ask, voice shaking.
"They were experimenting on you, so we took you with us!" The red head explains slowly. You consider them. They could've hurt you when you were unconscious. Goodness knows you could easily overtake them if needed. And there was something about the girl who was standing there silently, a white streak in her brown hair. In the room full of mutants, you could tell she was the only one who didn't have a mutant gene. Or did she? It was all so confusing.
"If I come down, you must promise not to harm me. And to tell me everything," you lower yourself just a little bit.
"As long as you can promise us the same thing," the man in the wheelchair replies.
You nod, lowering yourself to the ground. Nobody moves towards you, and you can feel the emotions in the room. Curiosity, annoyance, concern.
Finally the man in the wheelchair comes forward. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier. Can you tell me your name?"
"Y/n," you take a breath. "My turn. What do you want with me?"
"We mean only to help you. What were they doing to you in there?"
"They want to be able to pass on the mutant gene to normal humans. To create weapons. Their experiments failed on humans, so they wanted to see if a mutant could hold more than one gene," you shrug. "I could," you sigh, looking around. "What is this place?"
The burly man interrupted. You went in his head for a second and caught his name. Logan. Or was it Wolverine? He calls himself both. "Alright, wings-"
"Y/n," you correct.
"Whatever. What makes you think we should trust a word you say?" Wolverine asks.
You don't have an answer. All you can focus on is the distrust inside of him. You focus a little bit, changing it to acceptance.
"Just-" you take a breath. "Why not?"
"Jean, will you please show y/n to a room until we decide what to do next?" Professor asks.
"Of course," Jean nods. She moves to grab your hand, but you yank away.
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After Jean left with y/n, Wolverine turns to face Professor. The sensation of acceptance that had washed over him before was fading, replaced with anger. The little brat probably did it, with one of her powers.
"Are we seriously going to let her stay with us? She could be a spy," Wolverine growls.
"I looked inside her head while she was unconscious. She is not a spy. She does need our help, and I fear if we do not help her control her power she will be a danger to herself and others," the professor explains.
"I trust 'er," Rogue spoke up at last.
Wolverine laughs under his breath. "When she ends up destroying you all, I won't say I told you so," Wolverine says.
"Ah wanna talk to 'er," Rogue says.
"Kid, I don't think that's the best idea," he tells Rogue.
"Ah trust her, I don't think she wants to hurt us," Rogue goes to follow them.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Ah'm sure," Rogue says.
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You sit on the edge of your bed nervously. The room you are in now is much more decorative than your other, with a few objects in it. You move your hands, sending the objects dancing across the room. A sharp knock startles you, sending the objects crashing to the floor.
"Can I come in?" a voice calls. The girl with the white strip in her hair-Rogue-comes in.
"Sure," you slide back against the wall. "What do you want?"
"To talk," Rogue sits down on the other edge of the bed.
"About?"
"Just talk. How are you?" Rogue asks.
"I don't know," you say. "I can feel all of the powers inside of me...I never knew how much I had because they wouldn't let me. It's tiring just to try to keep them all in check."
"Well you seem to be doing alright."
"Can I-can I ask you something?" You ask hesitantly.
"Sure thing."
"Are you a mutant? I can usually tell, and everyone else here is, but with you," you pause, not sure how to phrase things. "I can't tell. I can see it, but I can't."
Rogue smiles sadly. "I was, but I got cured."
"Cured? Of your mutation?"
"Yeah. Couldn't touch anyone before. Now I can," as if to prove her point, she touches your wrist. Suddenly a burning sensation spreads on your wrist, and you yank away.
"I'm sorry! I-I forgot-I didn't mean to-" you say with the horror of realizing what you've done.
"What 'appened?" Rogue gasps.
"The experiment they did on me, I-I'm afraid that I've-" you look down. "I'm afraid I've re-awoken your mutant gene."
"What...? No..." Rogue looks at her hands, and then you.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident!" You back out of the room, your wings spreading behind you.
"I believe you, but-" Rogue looks close to tears.
"I'm sorry," you say again as you leave the room.
You run down the hall, making twists and turns as you try to find an exit. You keep running into people, and finally you fly up above people. Rogue's voice echoes inside you head, and you grip your wrist tightly where Rogue touched you.
"Y/n!" Rogue shouts from below. You close your eyes, willing it all to go away, everybody freezes below on their tracks, unmoving. You slow down, looking at the people.
Had you done this? It hadn't happened before, but with out the sedatives you didn't know what you could do.
You were ready to fly away when the redheaded girl-Jean-ran into the room, looking up with relief.
"Y/n, come down. Talk to me," Jean begs. You shake your head.
"We're all monsters," you announce, mostly to yourself. "I just happen to be more of a monster," it sounded poetic to you, hopefully it would get the point across.
But Jean just extends her hand gently. "What happened? Tell me."
"I'm leaving. You can't stop me," you move as if to leave, but something stops you like a physical barrier. "Let me go!"
"Your psychic powers? You're not the only one with them. Come down, you're a danger to yourself and others," Jean orders.
You look at the frozen room, then away towards the window. Finally you lower yourself down. Where would you go? They said your mother was dead.
"Why can't you just let me go?" You whine.
"You know why. I told you. Now you tell me, what happened?" Jean gestures around the room.
"It started with Rogue. I touched her, and..." You bite your lip. "Her powers came back. She can't touch anyone."
Jean sighs. "We all knew they were going to come back some day. After what happened with Magnetos powers, and the one accident-well they were on the way anyway."
"Still, she wanted to be rid of them, and now I've cursed her! I can't control any of this. I don't even know what I can do," you hang your head.
"None of us know what we can do. I nearly destroyed the world once," Jean laughs sadly.
"You're kidding."
"Unfortunately not. But the past is in the past, and I've moved on. So should you," Jean advises.
"But what if..." You pause, thinking of how to phrase your thoughts. "I don't know what I can do. I haven't been out since I was six, maybe even 5. I don't know how the world works, and I have to focus with every ounce I have to not explode. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You won't. If you stay here we can help you learn to control your powers. We can help," Jean offers.
You glance at Rogue for a moment. "What about Rogue? She probably hates me now."
"Rogue? She's a sweetheart. I'm sure she doesn't hate you," Jean assures you.
"Alright," you sigh. Then with a fleeting thought, everyone continues to move, completely unaffected. Except for Rogue, nobody seems to know that anything strange happened.
"Y/n," Rogue says as she walks over to you and Jean. "Y/n, talk to me."
Very slowly, you turn and face her. "I've said I'm sorry. And I am."
Rogue nods. "I forgive you. I-I know it was an accident, and I'd be a hypocrite if I weren' to forgive you."
You look up, shocked. You knew that Jean had said that she would forgive you, but you weren't sure...
One look in Rogue's head says that she's telling the truth. You blink back tears. "I didn't know that would happen."
"I know that. Just...stay. I'm sure that you will be helpful," Rogue extends a gloved hand. A part of you wonders where she got it, but then you realize she probably kept them with her, just in case.
You shake her hand slowly. "Well I suppose I should go back to my room. What will we do tomo-" you're cut short by a wirring device that spins into the middle of the empty hallway. It lights up, flashes three times, then emits a loud high pitched noise.
You cover your ears, bending to your knees. You can hardly focus, the noise is scrambling your head.
You let go with one hand and as the noise intensifies, you blast it with a pulse of fire. The machine stops, exploding. You look at the others. "They're coming!" You didn't sense it before, because you were too distracted. Now, however, you could feel them coming. Something told you that they were just outside the perimeter. The flew one of those in, but how did they know where you were?
"We have to go tell Professor!" Jean shouts, running out of the room with you and Rogue hot on her tail.
"They're after me!" You listen in to their thoughts. After so many years of nobody else, it was easy to find the frequency their thoughts were on.
/The girl is inside, I'm sure of it. We have twenty minutes before the forces go back up./
/Why are we so worried about it? Aren't there easier ways to lure her out?/
/We need to do this now. The medicines we gave her are wearing off. Soon the suppresser we gave her will wear off too, and the entire human race will be in danger./
You blink. What can you do? What did they want to suppress? None of this made sense.
"They're here for me," you announce as you run. "They want me back because of a suppresser wearing off. I'm not sure what will happen though."
"How did you find this out?" Jean asks.
"I read their thoughts," you say as if it's perfectly obvious.
"From this distance?" Jean says with wonder.
"Alright gals, we can catch up on mind powers later. Right now we need ta' run," Rogue reminds you guys, picking up the pace.
You run with them until you find everybody else. In a room are the group of people you remember, and some new ones that you didn't recognize. It only took a quick glance to get their names. Logan, or wolverine maybe, Storm, Nightcrawler, Cyclops (such weird names), Beast, of course Jean and Rogue, and Gambit. Not to mention the Professor.
After the quick survey, Wolverine says, "Lemme guess. They want wings here back, don't they?" His sarcasm was imminent.
Jean sighs in what seems to be half exasperation and half I'm-completely-used-to-this. "Of course they do. And y/n says she knows why."
All eyes were on you, and you gulped before saying. "Apparently there was a...certain experiment. One that needed a suppresser or something. They're afraid I'll attack them without it...or something," you add hesitantly.
"Or something," Cyclops repeats.
"Yeah..." You look at Rogue, who takes over.
"Whatever the reason, they're attackin' us, and we need to stop 'em," she announces.
"I agree wid da laydes," Gambit winks at Rogue, who sighs in exasperation.
"Well, what do you recommend we do?" Cyclops asks, walking towards Jean.
"I'm not sure. They have a large amount of weapons and technology," Jean looks at you sadly.
"Do we have any advantages over them?" Beast asks quizzically.
You bite your lip, then say, "Yeah. We do. Me," you look up at Rogue, then continue. "I can read their thoughts, and I know what they're going to do before they do it. Might give us an edge..." You trail off, staring nervously at the ground.
"That certainly would help us, if we could tell what they were doing," Beast agrees.
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Wings, Jean, and Rogue went to another room with the doors locked and connected to the microphone system. Y/n seemed a little afraid, but their people skills were probably rusty.
Wolverine, Gambit, and Beast headed outside to get a better look. Once they secured a spot where there weren't any of the scientists-which took a while-they waited for a moment for the word from Wings.
"Y/n say'as dat da guards don' know 'bout us," Gambit confirms.
"Alright. Let's move, bub," Wolverine stands up.
"Perhaps it would be wiser to take a sneakier route. Considering their mass assortment of weapons," Beast suggests.
"Fine. Then let's go," Wolverine heads around the corner stealthily.
"Guard on'a left," Gambit warns.
Wolverine extends his claws and slashes at the guard, dropping him down. "Taken care of."
Ahead was the big ship that they'd somehow gotten here on undetected. There is buzzing on the communications system, and then Gambit relays, "Y/n es sayin' dat dere's a large 'mount of soldiers ahead. Gambit recommends dat we wait until further instruction."
Wolverine snorts. "Right. Well Gambit can stay here all he wants, but I'm going in."
Beast grabs Wolverines arm.
"I highly recommend we wait. Who knows what y/n is finding out right now-"
"I don't care what Wings is doing! It's their fault we're in this mess!" He growls.
"Gambit dought you were da one to save y/n. Why da sudden change in opinion?" Gambit asks.
"I haven't changed my opinion, I've just realized that Wings might be a little more trouble then their worth. Y/n has been here an hour and we're already under attack," he explains.
"But dat ain't her fault, and we know it," Gambit sighs.
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You waited with Rogue and Jean, looking ahead to where the guards were.
/Is the gas ready, sir?/
/Almost./
/I don't understand why we are simply using a knockout gas rather than a poison gas. Why not kill the mutants and be done with it?/
/We need y/l/n alive to continue the experiments./
"Rogue!" You open your eyes and face her. "They're going to attack with knockout gas. That way they can get me alive," you explain.
"Ah knew they'd do somethin' sneaky like that! Ugh," Rogue relays the message to Gambit.
"Gambits surprised. Gambit figured that they'd want the more explosive option," his voice crackles through the earpiece pinned to Rogues uniform.
"They'd probably wan'it clean and simple," Rogue reasons.
"Makes it easier for us, cheré, no?" Rogue sighs in exasperation and lets go of the pin.
"Does Gambit alway speak in the third person?" You ask.
"Unfortunately," Rogue replies.
Jean walks over and joins you two. "I haven't sensed them come in, it seems quiet out there."
You nod in agreement. "Yeah, I don't hear anything, either."
"I reckon we should evacuate the premises," Rogue says with a bit of certainty.
"Maybe..." An idea is coming to you. "Maybe I could appear in the ship and disable it. Or replace it with something less ferocious."
"You can teleport too?" Jean asks in amazement.
"Yeah. I've lost track of what I can do, and even more things keep appearing the longer I go without being pumped up with drugs so I can't think straight," you say, then close your eyes, focusing. You saw Wolverine, Gambit, and Beast waiting around the corner, devising a plan of attack. You had heard Wolverine earlier, saying you had endangered everyone. You brushed it off, as much as you could, at least.
"Nightcrawler can teleport, too. He could accompany, help out," Jean suggests. You nod, then focus on the blue guy you'd seen earlier, trying to contact him.
/Nightcrawler? Can you hear me? I've never done this before. It's y/n./
/y/n? Why are you speaking in my head?/
/I need your help with something. I'm going to teleport into the ship and replace their knockout gas with something else./
/Do you need me to teleport you there?/
/No, I can do that. I heard you could teleport, too, and I could really use all the assistance I could get./
/You can teleport?/ you could hear the shock even in his mind. /I cannot teleport without zeeing where I am going. I might end up inzide a vall or someting./
You look at Jean, saying, "He says he has to see where he's going. He can't do it otherwise."
"Tell him to...take a leap of faith," she suggested.
/Take a leap of faith, Nightcrawler. Do you want your friends kidnapped?/
/I vill try my hardest./
/Would it helped it I described it to you?/
/yes./
/it's very large. Not very stealthy, and on the inside there's one little wall with leather chairs propped up against. There's about a...7x7 foot space in the middle. A hall way leads back to a chamber. That's probably where we'll need to go to get the gas./
/Alright, I am ready./
/on my count. One, two, three-/
You focus all your might onto the ship. You had been in there once before, which gave you a bit of an edge, but it was a while ago.
You appear in the ship, then duck down. Nightcrawler appears next to you, looking shocked and relieved to be in one piece and not in a wall. You motion to the room, sending a message to his mind.
/follow me./
He was very stealthy, considering his tail, and nods without a sound. You see guards ahead, and with one flick of your hand, they collapse.
"I learn new things every day," was all you had to say. You enter the room with Nightcrawler, looking around at the arsenal of weapons. Last time you'd been in here it had been a hospitalized bedroom.
You point out the gas machine.
"How vould zey use it if it vas in here? Zey vould get knocked out too," Nightcrawler notices.
"They have a...tube system of sorts," you explain, trying to remember what you'd over heard years ago.
"I zee. Shall ve?" Nightcrawler presses the off switch, taking it down. You then look at some of the other gases in their containers.
"We can't leave it empty. The guards will notice and reload them," you say, looking at the other containers.
"Zey have vay too many types of poison gas," Nightcrawler comments.
"If I remember correctly, they tend to hoard things, so they might..." You pull out a container of gas. "Laughing gas."
"Vill zat vork?" Nightcrawler asks. You nod, attaching it to the machine.
"Yeah. They'll be a little out of it, but not knocked out. Also..." You glance towards where the pilots are. "I can try and control the pilot. Make them fly away and not come back."
Nightcrawler seems surprised. "You can do zat? Woah."
You finish attaching it, then turn to him. "It's a go. I'm going to the pilot then we can go back to base. Maybe stay out of the mansion for a moment so you don't get effected," you suggest.
You appear behind the pilot, and then press your hand to his cheek, focusing on what you want him to do.
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Gambit, Wolverine, and Beast received a message from Nightcrawler to clear the area if possible, but it was okay if not. The gas was harmless and wouldn't knock them out.
When they returned to the Mansion, they found most of the kids had managed to evacuate, with the exception of a few, who were busy doing who knows what, and Rogue and Jean, who had been in the central command center and couldn't leave in time.
Both of them were giggling, slightly ditzy from the gas.
"Hello," Beast says, examining them.
"You have blue fur," Jean giggles.
"Yes I do," Beast nods. "Just laughing gas. They are completely fine, and will return to their normal state of mind writhing the hour."
"Gambit prefers them this way. Less scowling in his direction," Gambit smirks as Rogue sits on the chair besides Jean, laughing lightly.
"We should take them out of an area with so many weapons. We don't need either of them to blow us from here to Fiji," Wolverine nudges Jean, motioning for her to stand up.
Gambit does the same to Rogue, who says, "Don't be silly! I can handle anything!" With a giggle, then stumbles, tripping to the ground and laughing. "Oops."
"Don't worry, cheré. Gambit's got you," he lifts her up a little bit, and she leans on him.
"Why do you speak in the third person?" Rogue wonders aloud.
"Gambit doesn't know. He just does," Gambit shrugs, then swoops Rogue up bridal style. "Let's go."
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You and Nightcrawler come back to people settling back in. Your mind trick on the pilot had worked, they were all leaving. But something was still off, that and the fact that you were dizzy.
You are on your way to see the Professor when you run into Logan. Or Wolverine. You want to look in his head to find out which he prefers, but a glare tells you that that would not be wise.
"Lo-Wolverine. I just wanted to-" you take a breath to steady yourself. "I'm sorry. This is my fault."
He glares at you for a moment, then softens. "It's not all your fault. You didn't volunteer for this."
You nod, but then a wave of dizziness washes over to you and you decide to keep looking for the Professor. "Thank you."
You find your way into the Professor's study, and knock on the door. A faint "Come in," sounds through the door.
When you enter, you see the Professor sitting at his desk, his hands folded. "What is it?"
You bit your lip, not sure how to phrase your fear. You had been thinking about it a lot, and some memories were starting to surface without the suppresser. You were afraid that you knew what it was.
"Professor, I think I know what the scientists were afraid of. What they were trying to keep hidden inside of me," you pause, looking at your hands.
"Yes. I have my theories of what they could've done. Don't worry, none of this is your fault, and I certainly won't penalize you for anything that happens," he assures you.
"But...I think that I may be a danger to humans. I'm starting to remember...stuff. I think that without whatever they used to suppress the power, I'll start...giving humans mutant abilities," you bite your lip again.
"I don't understand. That was their goal, why would they fear it?" Professor asks.
"That wasn't their goal. Their goal was for me to be able to pick and choose who I give powers to, and which power. Without the suppresser, I'll activate anyone who has a dormant mutant gene. I don't get to chose who it happens to or what they get. Some people could die if their gene was activated," you blink tears from your eyes.
"Y/n, whatever they did to you, we can fix. None of this is your fault," he says.
You nod a little bit, then say, "I'm afraid that it already happened with Miss Rogue."
"I assume that Ms. Grey has already told you this, but we all knew that Rogue's powers would return," Professor says.
"She says that, and Rogue says that it's fine, but still..."
"This is the Xavier Institute. No one will look at you strangely, you will not be treated unfairly. That's the point," he promises.
You smile a little bit. You don't know the extent of your abilities, or if they'd be able to undo what the scientists did, but for the first time in a long time, you felt at home.