Lasting Premonition- Charles Xavier X Female Reader

Chapter Two

[A/N: This chapter includes the use of psychedelic drugs for the use of brainwashing. It is somewhat similar to mk ultra, I believe. Read with caution.]

When you woke up the next morning, you groggily dragged yourself from bed and to a shower. Even though you hadn't given in to the temptations of certain beverages the night before, everyone else had drank and the smell wore off onto you for sure.

You had gotten into the shower, realizing how much the previous day had muscles ache. You pushed your workouts more than you thought. Although the hot water and tour regeneration had you feeling brand new.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapped your hair in a towel and changed into some white silk delicates. After that, you weren't sure what to wear? Was it another training day or could you perhaps wear one of your favorable outfits?

While you searched, you heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?" You called out as you dug through your drawers.

Through the door came a muffled voice. "Y/N," the door creaked opened, "I was wondering if-" rather quickly the door slammed. "Christ! Didn't mean to intrude! I apologize!"

You paused for a moment before a giggle escaped your lips. The giggles multiplied and turned into a full on roar of laughter as you imagined the look on Charles' boyish face. "Never seen a lady in just lingerie, Charlie," you jested through the closed door.

"Of course I have but not any lady quite as beautiful as you." You froze while he quickly stumbled to get back to his original point. "Anyways, I was wondering if you'd like to train with me."

You had finished pulling on shorts and a t-shirt so you swung the door open to reveal Charles, who was red faced. "Sounds lovely," you hummed.

He smiled and you pulled on your tennis shoes, ready to go. While walking through the corridors he chuckled. You eyed him suspiciously. "What are you laughing about, mister?"

"Nothing... no, actually, I am laughing about something. Charlie, really? I haven't been called that since I was eight."

"It's a suiting name for you, after all you still remind me of a child sometimes," you teased.

"Oh says the one who bullies me like a grade schooler."

You two looked at each other before laughing once again. It was easy to laugh with Charles.

You two stepped outside and somewhat regretted bot grabbing a zip-up jacket on the way out. Charles immediately noticed. Without a word, he unzipped his sweatshirt and handed it to you. "Take it."

You hesitated for a moment. Just as you reached your hand out for the jacket, you picked up on a thought. It showed a gun pointed right at Charles and yourself. Then the gun went off.

You slammed your eyes shut and held your hands to the side. You heard various crunches and squeals of broken metal objects as you opened your eyes to see a bullet floating yards away from yourself and Charles.

Erik strutted over, a pistol in hand. "Work on pinpointing your target, Y/N. But impressive. You stopped it before me."

Charles stepped between yourself and Erik. "Erik," he started speaking soft yet stern like one would when teaching a child a lesson. "You have other means of testing your abilities. Making others living targets is not quite ideal."

You looked around at what your end of it had caused. You smashed the bullet in air, yes, but you had crumpled a metal trashcan as easy as one would make a paper ball. A couple fence posts were shaken out of place slightly. You were thankful the damage was that minimal considering you didn't know what direction the bullet was coming from.