"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑!" -Jim Moriarty.
(Book One)
In which, a Russian immigrant joins the CIA's new mutant division: Division X.
(warning, this sucks).
(Erik Lehnsherr x fem!oc)
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We all looked up in awe at Charles' family mansion. He was casually inviting five mutants to train at his home and a CIA agent.
"This is yours?" Sean asked, staring up at the gorgeous countryside mansion in Westchester.
"No, it's ours" Charles corrected.
"Honestly, Charles. I don't know how you survived, living in such hardship" Erik sarcastically remarked, as I lightly nudged him.
"Well, it was a hardship that was softened by me" Raven chimed in walking forward, to stand next to Charles, who hugged her with one arm and kissed the side of her head. Adorable.
"Come on. Time for the tour" Raven grinned, walking ahead of us to the inside of the house.
Small Time Skip
Erik, Raven, Alex and I watched as Sean sat on the edge of the open windowsill, wearing this wing contraption that Hank had designed. If Sean screamed, and the sound waves were at the right angle, they should carry him. Sean raised his arms, fists clenched and pushed himself out of the window, letting out a pathetic yelp as he hit the ground.
Snickering slightly, I felt an arm snake around my waist. I looked down and Erik had his arm around my waist. I blushed at this, but then again, I felt another emotion in the air. Jealousy. I could tell when people were jealous and somebody here was. But who?
Later
Charles and I stood on an empty plain of field. There was a statue about a few yards off from us. I took a deep breath in and concentrated on the statue, trying to move it with my telekinesis.
I took a sigh of defeat "I can't do it".
"You can, love. I believe in you" Charles said, as I stuck my hands into the pockets of my grey sweatpants.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Charles placing his fingers on his temple.
"Do you mind?" Charles asked.
"I don't mind. Delve, but not too far" I replied, as my eyes widened as Charles went into my head and flashed through my memories, picking the one that would help me do the exercise best.
Flashback. 1942. 20 years ago.
St. Petersburg, Russia.
I danced around in a Russian field wearing a floral dress when a group of girls my age approached me, all with blonde hair and blue eyes. They wore rather pink dresses, with white lacy socks and buckled shoes. I was a normal five year old girl, but I had a deadly secret.
My mother sat with my father on a red and white picnic basket in a rather remote field, my mother holding my 8 month old baby brother, Dmitri.
"Want to see what I can do?" I asked, my Russian accent thick, as they nodded.
I turned around and looked at a stick on the ground, using my telekinesis to levitate it. I was impressed with my little power, but the girls weren't.
"FREAK! Mama, she's a witch!" one of the girls yelled.
"Shut up, Dina!" I yelled, as my eyes flashed a deadly and sinister white.
Claps of thunder echoed in the skies, as my outstretched hand let out a blast of white energy that hit a tree, which collapsed on Dina and her friends, Natalia and Polina. Rendering them unconscious, as they fell backwards.Tears streamed down my face as I let out a scream. My Father, Nikolai, ran over to me and hugged me close. My mother, Anastasia, ran over with my brother as my parents held me close, with Dmitri cooing.
Flashback Over.
I screamed, my screams echoing in the empty field as white energy shot out of my hand, hitting and destroying the statue. My feet slightly raised off the ground, floating a few inches. My weak, energy deprived body hit the ground, gasping for air, blood trickling down my nose. Charles ran to my side and enveloped me into a hug, as I quickly hugged him back, crying as I wiped my bloody nostrils. I, Svetlana Nina Romanova, was a 25 year old emotional mess.
