𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 -and lost just as many reasons to keep going.
Natalie Parker, once hidden in the shadows of history, is a mutant unlike any other. Bound to the earth by blood and power, her touch coaxes life from st...
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"secret code names,"
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Charles and Erik had just returned from their latest mission—recruiting new mutants to join the fight against Shaw. They brought back four new faces.
Angel, a graceful and fierce woman who had once been an exotic dancer. Darwin, a sharp-witted taxi driver with an incredible gift for adaptation. Alex, a quiet teen who'd voluntarily locked himself away, afraid of his own abilities. And Sean, a loudmouth flirt who seemed more interested in charming girls than joining a war.
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The group lounged in a common room, scattered across couches and chairs. The energy was bright, buzzing with nervous excitement.
"We should have code names," Raven said, a playful spark in her eyes. "We're basically government agents now—we need secret identities."
She grinned. "I wanna be called Mystique."
"Damn, I wanted Mystique," Sean groaned, making the others laugh.
"Too late," Raven teased, then shifted her form into Sean's, mimicking his slouch and smirk. The group whooped in amazement.
"And let's be real—I'm way more mysterious than you."
Applause followed as Raven morphed back.
"What about you, Darwin?" Natalie asked with a tilt of her head, settling in beside Raven.
"Darwin's already a nickname. Fits, y'know? Adapt to survive." He stood and sauntered over to the fish tank. With a breath, he dunked his head in the water. Gills emerged along his neck, fluttering as he inhaled and exhaled beneath the surface.
"Dude," Sean muttered, impressed.
They clapped again as Darwin returned to the couch. "Thank you, thank you."
Sean stood next. "I'll be Banshee."
"Banshee? You wanna be named after a wailing spirit?" Hank raised a brow.
"You'll see." Sean took a breath, then let out a high-pitched sonic wail that shattered the row of glass cups—just missing the fish tank.
"Okay, that was awesome," Natalie laughed, dodging a few flying shards.
"Angel?" Sean asked.
"Stage name's already Angel," she said, removing her jacket. Intricate tattoos along her back unfurled into real wings as she lifted into the air.
"You can fly?" Raven gasped.
Angel smirked, then turned toward the shattered glass. She exhaled a small fireball from her mouth, igniting the statue head outside.
