adore you // Scott Summers

╰☆☆ • eight • ☆☆╮

A/N:
Hey guys!
Thanks for the almost 300 reads. So before we start this chapter/part of the story, I want to give everyone just a small heads up. For the sake of the story when the big fight scene comes up with Apocalypse in Egypt, it'll basically have two parts and it's all before the team has a chance to do they're thing. So the rest of the X-Men team will be in the next chapter/part coming up more than this one.
Now without going on about anything else, here's chapter/part Eight.
Bye guys!

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Everyone put a suit and eventually sat in one of the chairs on the plane. Dallas sat with Kurt and Peter on one side, sitting next to the lanky, blue boy. On the opposite side sat Scott, Jean, and Raven while Hank and Moira were up in the cockpit. Scott sat next to Jean.

Sitting across from the girl, Raven watched as she did some of her usual antics and became uncomfortable in her buckles, undoing them quickly. Dallas bounced a leg as she sat there with her jacket now unzipped and hunched over biting her fingernails.

Jean noticed this too looking at Raven. "Are you scared?" She questioned the older woman.

"I was scared on my first mission. I was on a plane like this with my friends. About your age. We called ourselves the X-Men." She looked over at Scott. "Your brother was there. We used to call him Havok. He was a real handful, but... when it came down to it, he was very brave." She glanced at Dallas who she made eye contact with.

The young girl hung her head, looking away from the woman. Dallas dropped her hand away from her mouth, burying her fingernails into the palm of her hand. She would not let the tears take over and fall again. Now was not the time. She cleared her head, trying to make herself feel numb.

It wasn't working.

Dallas unbuckled the rest of the straps, going to the back of the plane stopping next to the drop hatch. She stood there thinking about what might happen when they get to where they're going, inducing a panic attack. She hasn't had an attack since she was thirteen. Jean read the thoughts going through her mind and looked back over to Raven. Scott unbuckled his seatbelts clasps and made his way over to Dallas' side trying to help her calm down.

"She needs out now." Jean whispered trying to not make it worse.

"Hank, how far out are we?" Raven asked looking over at Dallas, watching her interact with the young Summers boy.

"We're here." He called back to her.

Land us as fast as possible. Jean put in his head making him jump but managing to block Dallas from hearing.

Just before they landed, Dallas balled a fist pulling it back and sending it into the wall in front of her. She felt the metal crunch under the force of her hit. Or it might've been a possible broken knuckle or two. Scott jumped at the sound of the metal making contact with her fist, going over to a first-aid kit getting bandages. She pulled her hand away and dropped it back to her side.

She needed to find Erik.

She needed to find Apocalypse.

She had to stop them.

She had to end them and Dallas knew she had the power to do it.

And she would find them together having been in Hank's head and it didn't make anything better for her. She was even more pissed than she thought was possible. And because of this she could feel herself beginning to lose the ability to control her mutation.

Pressing the button of the drop hatch, Dallas heard everyone call over to her in fear. She tapped into the transportation part of Kurt's abilities and noticed the pyramids where Charles was being held. Within a second she was gone just as Raven ran over to close the hatch.