*Story of Us* Young! Charles Xavier x reader

Chapter 11

"Y/n ..." he whispered as if he just saw a ghost. That caught your attention. "How did you know my name?" You asked pulling away from his grip, noticing the blue 1957 Chevy behind him waiting on the curb. "Logan", you turned back to the man raising your perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "my names Logan".
"Do I know you?" You asked staring into his honey brown eyes curiously.
"Not yet but you will" he stated, proceeding to nervously scratch the back of his head. "look Flare, I was sent to get you. It sounds crazy but I was sent here from the future"
You were taken aback, the name bought back memories you hadn't thought of in years, "I do not go by that name" you laughed then more mockingly, "you were sent from the future?! Hah! Then I'm 100 and a dragon." Your hands were placed sassily on your hips.
He took one more puff and as he exhaled the smoke he replied, "Listen bub we will be great friends one day but really on a time schedule , I apologise in advance, " you opened your mouth to say something but a intense pain hit your head. You felt like you took one brutal bat to the head as you crumbled onto the stone ground watching helplessly when the darkness burned your vision.
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Slowly you opened your eyes, sunlight beamed through a window and blinded you. You sat up gingerly touching the tender bump at the back of your head; remembering what happened. You blinked, closed your eyes, blinked again, the light flickered and the pain subsided. That 's when fear overwhelmed you, leaping to your feet you crashed into someone. You looked around the room especially behind you.
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A dorky looking boy, with a child-like grin on his face, stood before you. the most noticeable thing about him was the peculiar silver hair and clothes. "You must be y/n, I'm a Peter, wow you were out for a while we had to wait until you woke, something about "you've been through crap and probably will freak out waking up in a moving vehicle let alone a prison" by then you were not listening instead your mind had drifted to behind him. There seemed to be a collection of televisions and radios all with - you noticed - price tags still attached. Shelves of food like grocery store aisles stored multitudes of crisps and snacks, also to your delight there were multiple arcade games including Ms Packman. "Hey. Hello miss lady" Peter waved his hand lazily in front of your face, "hmm?" You mumbled snapping back to reality. "Wait! No!" You suddenly yelped stepping back from him, "where the heck am? You crazy ! What type of person pretend to know someone only to knock them out and ditch them in a basement! Which clearly by the way is owned by some sort of kleptomaniac" you breathed heavily pacing up and down the room. Peter stood their listening intently a bored smirk creeping up on his face, in a flash he was gone but in that moment for you he never left. Although it did seem like men just teleported in front of you. Of these men you first noticed the Logan the man who was the reason you had woken up in a unknown basement with a throbbing headache.
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"You" you snarled swiping at him, a yellow blast bloomed in your hand and you pulled your arm back ready to throw it. "Y/n " one voice whispered, you stoped frozen in place . Your eyes seemed to pop out of your head in shock. You were mortified, to say the least. You licked your lips nervously as you moved your gaze from Logan - who now was a blur- to a familiar face. A ghost stood before you wearing a loose shirt that really looked in dire need of a wash. "Charles" one word. That was all you could say: you wanted to charge at him, kiss him, punch him, get rid of him. "It's been a while" he spoke his voice trembled slightly, Hank looked nervously between you two. The awkward tension seemed to drown the group who all watched intently Charles and you.