If Yesterday Was Tomorrow [ X-Men ]

Chapter Three

Angel's hand felt sweaty. He really wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. Not until Azazel teleported them away, far away from that damned beach. He stood the glares of the X-Men in front of him. Victor tried to concentrate on Azazel's tight grip on his left hand. It was their entire fault. The Hellfire Club was about to win. They were going to create a future where mutants would finally be living in peace.

And now?

Now, the missiles were destroyed. The Americans and the Russians were going to make peace. The entire Cuban Crisis was over. Shaw was dead. Emma was dead. Azazel and Victor simply couldn't change the situation with what they had right now. Everything was fucked.

After what seemed like forever, Azazel teleported him and the rest of the group. His vision went black a moment then he could see again. He immediately noticed how different the air was. It was cooler, calmer. Then, Victor recognized the room.

It was quite large and of a classy, mansion-like style. A few sofas and couches lay around the living room, small tables full of trinkets and fancy objects. The floor was of a red and black carpet, which matched with the colors of the walls. Three large windows let sunlight inside the room. One of the four walls held a huge bookshelf full of old books. A large chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The two doors were closed: one led to the kitchen, another to the bedrooms.

Angel snatched her hand away from Victor's. He just stared at her. Azazel was much gentler and just slipped away.

"Where are we? Some kind of mansion?" asked the shapeshifter. She was called Raven, if Victor remembered correctly.

"Yes. One of Shaw's. We're in Germany," answered Azazel.

Erik seemed displeased by the location, but still thanked Azazel for his help. A house this big was very welcome, wherever it may be.

Victor nodded. His initial guess had been right. This was where, about nine months ago, they had lived for around three months trying to push the remaining undercover Nazi organizations to attack Russia, without any success, even with Shaw's influence. It was supposed to bring more tensions between America and Russia, but as the plan failed completely as they were met with strong opposition, they had to go back to simply having a showdown between the two countries.

"I'll show you your rooms," announced Azazel.

Erik, Raven and Angel stepped forward. Victor grabbed Angel's wrist and pulled her back. She threw him a confused glance. Victor answered her by lifting a finger, telling her to wait. Azazel and the two other mutants disappeared in the corridor leading to their bedrooms.

"What is it?" asked Angel, slightly bothered.

Victor ignored her question and let her go. He moved to one of the low tables where a large box was still laid out. It was a first aid kit they had used when the Nazis had decided they had had enough of Shaw's negotiations. The Hellfire Club had had to leave in a hurry as there was a possibility that their new enemies would try to raid the mansion, so they had left as soon as they had healed their wounds, leaving the first aid kit there.

The young man opened it carefully and took out bandages, healing cream and disinfectant. Angel watched him carefully, wondering what use it would be for. Victor turned towards Angel and with hand movement, told her to sit down. She looked puzzled, then realized why he was doing this. She grimaced as she sat down.

"It's not necessary, you know," the girl said, "it'll heal on its own. I heal fast."

Victor lifted an eyebrow. He was very doubtful that it would do so. He transported the supplies closer to her. He brought two fingers to his shoulder and moved them outwards. "Open your wing," he wanted to say.