➢ marvel imagines

➣ charles xavier

you getting hurt on a mission

ex. loserimagines

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On the beach, you had been sent outside to help fight while Charles and Hank stayed inside of the plane. Erik was sent to find Shaw, Charles communicating to him. With your powers, fighting the men outside was an absolute breeze - or so you thought. You thought you had paralyzed all of the men, getting their guns out of range of grasp. By turning your head, you communicated to Charles with your mind, asking him how Erik was doing even though you could most likely find out yourself. As you weren't as in tune with your mind-reading powers as Charles was, the room was hard to get into. As Shaw threw Erik around the room he was trapped in, he broke the glass piece by piece making it easier for Charles to get into his head. Unfortunately, Shaw had discovered a way to make a helmet that could keep telepaths out, making it harder and harder for Charles to concentrate on one person. "Charles, is everything alright?" You asked as you felt a twinge of pain in your head, knowing that it had something to do with Charles as he was the only one you were connected to. You began to get worried when you didn't hear a reply, turing your back towards the paralyzed men and towards the plane which Charles was on. "Charles? Is Erik alright? Are you alright?"

"I'm doing fine for the time being, (Y/N)."

"Charles, I'm getting a very bad feeling about this. I don't think I can control these men much longer."

Charles sighed, closing his eyes as to calm himself down and attempt to focus. "It's extremely difficult for me to concentrate so I just need-" Charles stopped mid-sentence as he felt a shooting pain go through his stomach, crying out in agony. Hank turned his head in concern, hopping up from his pilot seat to go over and help Charles, but he just waved him off. He still felt the pain and carefully made his way over to the window to see where the pain had spawned from. When he saw the scene outside, he froze for a second, almost unable to comprehend the situation in front of him. When he felt the pain again, almost mind-numbingly more painful than the first time, he realized that he wasn't hallucinating. He screamed and punched his hand against the wall of the plane, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw you twitch on the ground. He kept his fingers attached to his temple in order to make sure you were still alive, and slowly he could feel you fading."(Y/N)!!" He screamed out, balling his free hand into a fist and once again banging it against the plane; he felt himself start to slip from Erik and could only focus on the pain you felt. Thoughts of losing you forever began running through his head, the fact that he might never get to say what he's always wanted to say. Of course, he was being overdramatic because the wound wasn't serious enough to let you die within a few minutes. "I'm going for her, Hank."

Before he could protest, Charles ran out of the plane with his fingers still attached to his temple. "(Y/N)!" He called out, collapsing to his knees by your side and holding his arms out to try and get you to sit up. "(Y/N), can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"Charles, I'm fine, I'll be fine I promise you that." Charles breathed out a long sigh of relief, kissing your forehead before he realized what he was doing, caught in the moment. You were surprised by the action, but unfortunately you were pre-occupied with the bullet in your stomach. "Don't worry about me, you have Erik to worry about."

He shook his head, lifting you up easily bridal style and slowly carrying you to the plane. "I have you to worry about right now. Erik is figuring it out, and he will find a way for me to communicate with him but right now I need you to put pressure on your wound, alright?" You nodded as Hank took over carrying you, placing you gently against one of the pads to the plane, sitting up and giving you a small towel to absorb the blood. You unzipped your blood-stained onesie and slid it down your body, making your body heat up a tiny bit as you realized that Charles and Hank were right next to you. Based on the hole in your stomach, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. That didn't apply to Charles though. His eyes widened and he felt his face heat up, scaling his blue eyes down your smooth (s/c) skin; he stared at your broad shoulders, collarbone, and... down to your bra where your perfectly sized breasts laid. He quickly looked away as he realized where he was looking; he scooted his way up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder as you realized you were having a bit of trouble breathing since you looked at your wound. "Hey, (Y/N), breathe okay? Everything's going to be okay." For the first time in a while, you stared up into those blue eyes with a bit of a scared look on your face; truthfully, you were terrified. Erik was probably fighting Shaw with no means of communication with us, this mission had become a mess slowly. Charles could read your stress and just turned your head towards him with the gentle touch of his clothed hands. "(Y/N). Stop thinking about it, okay? Focus on getting yourself better." He said, moving one hand to your hand on the towel, applying more pressure to the wound; you winced, making him wince and then smile, looking up at you as he realized you were still connected. Charles moved his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in for a reassuring kiss on the forehead. Again, this surprised you, but what surprised you even more was the fact that he didn't pull away fully, he kept your faces inches apart. 

"Charles?" You playfully questioned, your voice coming out a soft squeak as you saw something unfamiliar spark behind those eyes. 

"(Y/N)?" He imitated your soft voice, questioning just as you did before leaning in slowly, slowly, slowly, until he stopped. Since you were connected, you could read the thoughts slightly; he was unsure, he didn't want to put you off of their friendship, but your answer would be expressed in a second.

You leaned in the final few inches, feeling his soft pink lips against your own. You didn't know why you were kissing him, what made him want to kiss you, but in this moment you didn't really care. Fire was going off inside of your stomach, you lost all feeling in all of your limbs and all of it went to your lips in order to feel every inch of him. You brought one of your hands to his face, encouraging and drawing him closer towards you; a million thoughts were rushing around his head, he felt like he was in absolute heaven. He questioned what the motive was, just as you had done, and he quickly realized that he didn't need one, it just felt... right. The both of you pulled away to catch your breath, keeping your faces close together and leaning your foreheads against each others. "Charles..."

"(Y/N)..." He whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he pulled away from your face, looking down shyly at the ground. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me I've just been wanting to do that for a long time." He talked fast like an awkward teenage boy, rubbing the back of his neck and keeping his eyes fixed at the ground. 

"Before you say such words, you should buy me dinner first." You chuckled, sighing and leaning backwards, completely forgetting about your stomach.

"Absolutely, that is if we make it out of here alive."

Alive, you did. 

Unscathed... that was something different.

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not good but here

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