Marvel Imagines & Preferences

Pyro : Tony Stark

Marvel Imagines & Preferences
Pyro : Tony Stark
For : TMNTRaphsGirl

It had been nearly ten years since the death of your mentor, teacher, and friend, Charles Xavier. You were much older than your teenage self, now twenty-seven. With Logan, Ororo, and Hank, you all became the legal owners and administrators of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Besides from training classes and guidance with powers, Logan taught everything history and art, Ororo taught Language Arts and Foreign Language classes, Hank taught the chemical and physical attributes of science and math, while you taught the biological sciences as well as health and technology classes. Of course many of the other students you had grown up with helped fro, time to time, but they lived their own lives while you preferred the peacefulness and confinement of the school.

You used to live in Russia with your parents, who were mutants themselves, running from people who wanted to kill them and take you. You obviously hadn't known it at the time, for you never got your mutations until you turned eleven, when you started the early beginnings of puberty.

Your last memories of your family were when you and your parents were staying at a home their distant cousins owned. Their cousins had a small girl your age, around four. You could only remember her fiery red hair. She was an excellent dancer and was shipped off to ballet school the day the house was locked and burned to ashes. You were hiding underneath your bed as the house burned down, due to 'unknown' reasons. Everyone perished, and many thought you had as well, for the bodies of your parents and their cousins were just piles of ashes mixed with the ashes of the house.

That is when a man by the name of Charles Xavier and his associates picked you up - of course he had kept his mind on you, for he claimed he knew your parents.

It was year after the Battle of New York that you had been contacted mysteriously - by the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. They had left a message for you on the landline of the mansion, and the next day, a high-tech jet landed on Xavier's front lawn. A dark, bald man with an black eyepatch and a black trench coat and a woman wearing a black catsuit with short, fiery red hair walked up to the front door. You had to be he unlucky one to open the door.

"Ah! Miss (L/N). We've been looking for you. Can we come in?" Logan was standing behind you protectively, a cigar in his mouth as he was scowling. You ignored the man's request and turned your attention to the woman by his side. She looked vaguely familiar.

"Do I know you?" You asked her. You had lost your native accent as a child, growing up in the Westchester. She narrowed her eyes, looking you up and down.

"I could ask you the same thing." She replied.

"(Y/N), this is Natasha Romanoff. Your parents were distant cousins."

"What?" Both you and Natasha had wide eyes.

"Shall we discuss this inside? It's a quite complicated matter." You nodded, and patted Logan, who let out a huff, and stepped aside for the guests walked in.

"So how is she mutant and I'm not?" Natasha asked. All the students were given free time for the time being, leaving you, Logan, Ororo, and Hank with the two guests in Xavier's old office.

"Like I said, your parents were distant cousins, making you both distantly related. I'm not even sure what to call you two." Everyone sat there silently. The man you now knew as Director Nick Fury continued. "Now, (Y/N), you possess some... Qualities we would like on our team."

"What team?"

"The Avengers." You furrowed your eyebrows. They saved New York City from further destruction.