If Yesterday Was Tomorrow [ X-Men ]

Chapter Eleven

The other X-Men were visibly surprised that Victor was still at the mansion. He was walking back from the gardens when he passed a boy his age. It was the one who was nicknamed Havok. What was his first name again? Victor couldn't possibly remember.

The young X-Man jumped. He placed himself in a defensive stance. Victor barely sent him a glance and walked by him.

"Wait!" he heard Havok exclaim. Victor didn't care and walked faster. He had bigger things to worry about- like getting to his bed and sleeping at least fifteen hours.

A hand grabbed his injured arm, pulling him back, towards Havok. Victor let out a yelp of pain. He held his shoulder as he tried to calm the pain raining down his body. His features broke into a grimace. Fuck! Did he really have to do that!?

"What the hell are you doing here?" exclaimed Havok. Victor sent him a look full of hate. He would have been fine being locked in a room like a true prisoner, but Xavier had let him roam freely. He did not appreciate being attacked when he thought he was safe. He hadn't healed yet, for god's sake!

"Answer me!"

The blonde boy was very angry, even though Victor didn't remember doing anything to him personally. Yes, he'd attacked the mansion with the others, but he had no interacted with Havok in this attack nor during the Cuban Crisis. If someone should've been angry, it should've been Victor, who had been hit by Havok's attack in Cuba.

Victor used the notepad and pen to quickly write an answer. Havok looked confused by his action. Hey, guess what, not all mutants are perfect like you! wanted to scream Victor.

"Xavier let me stay." He showed Havok the note. The X-Man frowned.

"You should be locked up," commented Havok.

Victor sighed without a sound. He turned on his heels and began walking back to the mansion. He was tired. He just wanted to sleep. Perhaps grab something to eat, then go to sleep. He did not have to time to argue with Havok. In fact, yes, he did have time, but he had no interest whatsoever in his person. Hank could tell him later on why Victor was allowed to wander around- actually, Victor would like to hear their reasoning as well.

Havok awkwardly followed him in the mansion, commenting on many things that Victor refused to answer. He had opposed the X-Men more than once, but to hear someone talk about how villainous he was was not very pleasant. His shoulder still hurt like hell. He wouldn't even be surprised if his wounds had opened. It certainly felt like it had started bleeding again.

As Victor was climbing up the large stairs, Havok was asking him for the third time why he refused to answer him. Only to cause him more frustration, Victor refused to answer him. It was somewhat satisfying.

"Where are you going?" the young man asked Victor for the fourth time. "If you're trying to find the professor, then-"

Victor slammed the door of his room in Havok's face. He found the lock and locked the door before the X-Man could enter. He sighed of relief. He lied down on the bed, too tired to take his clothes off, and closed his eyes. Finally, he could rest.

Or so he thought.

After what seemed like a mere second, loud knocking at the door woke him up. Victor groggily sat up. He noticed he had been in the same position as he'd fallen asleep- meaning that he hadn't slept much. A few hours, at most, as the sun outside the window had just started setting.

Victor considered not answering the door. He was fine in his room. It was awkward to walk around the mansion as if he was welcome there. He didn't want to be friends with the X-Men or whatever Xavier thought he'd do. He was fine alone till he figured stuff out. Like, getting some goddamn sleep, healing, trying to deal with his memories and getting back to the Brotherhood of Mutants. And none of the above involved the X-Men in any way whatsoever.