I was sitting in father's office, staring blankly out the window as usual. I was in my own world, shut off from reality.
Until I heard the door open.
I stood up and turned around, having a shred of hope that it would be father, until I seen fiery red hair.
Jean.
Jean didn't go with father because he wanted her to look after us students and well, not get hurt.
When I started to focus on the way she held her face as she walked closer, I could tell something was wrong. I started to panic.
"Jean, what happened?" I said, grasping her arm.
She stood there for a few seconds, staring blankly at the floor.
"Jean?"
"Grace... Um..." She trailed off. I could see a tear start to roll down her cheek.
No no no
"... Charles is... gone."
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Kickin' Ass and Takin' Names // Deadpool's Daughter *ON HOLD*
FanfictionWade Wilson asked Charles Xavier to take care of his daughter, Grace Charlotte Anne Wilson Xavier (or as Wade called her, Willow) when she was just two years old. Now she is 23, a part time X-men, a soon-to-be Avenger, and a full-time ass kicker.
