Lasting Premonition- Charles Xavier X Female Reader

Chapter One

It was spring of 1962 when you stepped out of the airport. The air was cooler than expected once the New York air settled around you.

You crouched and opened up your leather traveling case and pulled out a thin shawl to cover your shoulders. Perhaps your taste of clothing was stuck in the 40s and 50s with a cherry red a-line dress and a black shawl and kitten heels to match.

It was either your clothes or your looks that drew upon the eyes of men (and a few women, you thought) and it made you flattered but uneasy. You weren't ready for anything of that sort; your old wedding ring sat on your right hand, pocket watch hung from your neck.

You held onto the clock face as you scurried into a nearby bar, not quite ready to search for a hotel in the dark.

You walked inside; it was a small place with a jukebox and plenty of booths. It resembled a diner, but darker, more musky smelling, and relaxed.

You walked past what few patrons were around and back to a booth for two. You sat and busied yourself in thought before and after you put in an order of lemonade and a small basket of fries. It wasn't exactly the most classy order, but who said it had to be?

Even without drinking you began to feel the effects of the alcohol via the drunken minds around you.

As the night went on the feeling lifted somewhat. Patrons began to sulk home in the early hours of a new day but two remained other than yourself.

After a few lemonades, you stood up to make your way to the ladies' room; unfortunately that laid beyond the bar. You strode towards the door, heels clicking, and just as you were about to open the door, a catcall followed.

You turned towards the offender, arms crossed. "May I help you?"

The offending man was the taller. His laugh lines were deep as he gave you a flirtatious yet somehow obnoxious smile. His hair was light brown and cut short. He had a worn looking brown leather jacket with a black turtleneck with equally distressed jeans.

She's going to be a feisty one.

You heard his thought, which didn't put him at any higher of a standing. He smiled. "Why yes, would you like a drink?"

You looked him dead in the eyes and stepped inside of the lady's room and shut the door.

"Guess that's a no then." He turned to face his friend. "Are you positive she's the mutant we're searching for? I thought she was in Cuba!"

The other man leaned against the counter, swirled his scotch glass in his hand, a slightly giddy smile upon his lips. "That I am, Erik. Perhaps you should have came on with a slightly more casual approach. That performance screamed that you wanted her in bed. And as for her location, we got lucky."

"Well that's not my fault now, is it? The one who can read minds suddenly can't get into a girl's head."

"I told you there was a chance it wouldn't work," the shorter one shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair. The chestnut color was stunning against the ivory of his skin and the slight blush of his cheeks.

From inside the bathroom came a sneeze and almost immediately Erik was out of his seat, a shot spilled all over his crotch.

The other man was slightly drunk and having a grand time at his partner's dismay.

Erik muttered, "Verdammter Mistkerl!" as he wiped himself down as best as he could. "Have fun with our little lady while I go wash off."

And with that Erik stormed out of the bar and you strolled in with a fresh new coat of lipstick.