Erik took one final glance at the facility, before walking towards the car with Moria and Charles.
" So he's in Russia," Erik grumbled, the anger burning against his fingertips. He was aching to wrap them around Schmidt's neck.
" Yes, and he's planning to meet with a Russian general. After advocating the U.S. to install nuclear missiles in Turkey - he's going to send nukes to Cuba," Charles sighed, breathing out mist against the cold air.
" Well that about sums it up ," Moria shrugged, getting inside the car," How about the new recruits?"
" They're already warming up with each other , with Raven and Lin Na around - I'm sure they'll be fine."
" Just because they are your babysitters doesn't mean that they'll be theirs," Erik scoffed," The loud music and chaotic dancing doesn't convince me."
" They're not my babysitters, they're my sisters! I'm sure with them around, everything will go on just fine. Lin Na's with them, and if Raven can't be trusted- then surely you can trust her."
" Let's hope so," Moria muttered under her breath, turning the key to start the engine.
After a while Charles chuckled, before laughing out loud, stealing glances from Erik.
" What's so funny ?"
" She called you 'Magneto'. More like Magnet Boy," he howled, slapping his knee. Even the edges of Moira's lips curled upwards.
" Shut up, professor X."
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" It's Lena, right ?"
Lin Na lightly jumped at the sudden voice, and she placed her book down to look at the person. She recognized him as one of the recruits.
She nodded," Nice to meet you. Alex isn't it ? Alex Summers."
" Yes ma'm, and," he cleared his throat," Is it okay if I grab something from the fridge, Charles says it's fine."
He gestured at the fridge she was leaning on, and she moved away," Oh , sorry. Didn't notice.How about I make you something instead ? What would you like - sandwich, soup , chicken ?"
She placed the cooking book on top of the table.
" No thank you, I don't want to burden you," he politely shook his hand.
" I insist, it's kind of a hobby. So I don't mind, it also keeps me off the edge."
" Well, most of us haven't have dinner yet," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. His sandy blonde hair slightly disheveled.
