(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
Location The Xavier Institute
Stepping resolutely through the enigmatic threshold of the portal, I found myself instantaneously transported to a realm entirely distinct from the one I had left behind. Before me lay an enchanting vista—a school adorned in a winter wonderland, veiled in a pristine blanket of snow. It was a landscape seemingly untouched by time, with the ambiance whispering the telltale signs of the holiday season, while my original world, the MCU, was on the brink of summertime.
The chill in the air embraced me, urging me to seek solace in warmth. Drawing upon Kane's remarkable abilities, I summoned the skill to imbue my body with a comforting radiance, dispelling the cold's grasp and fostering a cocoon of comfort.
As I surveyed my surroundings with keen curiosity, my discerning gaze fell upon an intriguing contraption. Appearing to be a camera alongside a button, it held the promise of intrigue and mystery. Driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and understanding, I cautiously approached, my hand lingering over the enigmatic button. With a measured breath, I pressed it, waiting for an answer.
(Cyclops) On speaker "Identify yourself."
(Karito) "Easy, Scot. It's me, Spider-man."
(Cyclops) "The one from the disco a few years ago?"
(Karito) "Yup."
(Cyclops) "Well, I'll be damned. Get in here."
As the gates of this enigmatic realm parted before me, I ventured forth, stepping into a world that seemed both familiar and foreign. My eyes drank in the sight of numerous mutant children engaged in play, their unique abilities granting them a captivating dance with the winter's snow. A harmonious blend of enchantment and idiosyncrasy unfolded before me, with some reveling in the snowy delights while others sought shelter from the cold, their mutations presenting curious limitations in such weather.
Approaching the door with a sense of anticipation, I mustered the courage to knock, a subtle yet resonant gesture announcing my presence. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a figure that carried a timeless aura of strength and resilience—Logan. A flicker of surprise danced across his features, an unanticipated encounter with someone from beyond the confines of this extraordinary realm. Yet, amidst the astonishment, a glimmer of recognition stirred within his eyes, a connection forged in the crucible of shared experiences and the kinship of kindred spirits.
(Logan) "It really is you. How did you get here?"
(Karito) "I opened a portal from another dimension and thought of you guys, that's how I got here."
(Logan) "Are you sure you even have Spider powers?"
(Karito) "I'm a bag full of surprises huh?" Smirks
(Logan) "It's good to see you again." Extends hand
(Karito) "Likewise, my friend." Shakes it
In the wake of our unexpected reunion, Logan and I found ourselves ensconced in a conversation, fostering an atmosphere of camaraderie. In a display of warm hospitality, Logan extended a gracious invitation, inquiring if I wished to partake in a repast. Given my predilection for indulgence, I gratefully accepted, fully aware of the culinary delights that awaited.
Escorted to the dining room, we joined a gathering of other gifted children, each possessing a unique array of extraordinary abilities. As we gathered around the communal table, an atmosphere of congeniality pervaded, binding us together through our shared experiences and the wonderment of mutant gifts.
(Karito) "This place does serve good food right?"
(Logan) "You don't have to worry about that."
(Karito) "Alright bet."
In the midst of our graceful approach to procure the tantalizing offerings laid before us, a presence stirred nearby, capturing the attention of the room. As Logan and I moved to retrieve our plates, the radiant figure of Jubilee, effusing a vibrant aura, set her eyes upon me with an air of intrigue. Her gaze seemed to emanate an inexplicable sense of recognition, perhaps akin to the meeting of kindred spirits, drawn together by the intangible thread of destiny.
(Jubilee) In shock
(Karito) "What?"
(Jubilee) "I'm not having a lucid dream right now, Logan?"
(Karito) "Excuse me?"
(Logan) "Nope, he's really here."
(Jubilee) "KYA!!!" She wraps her arms and legs around Karito
(Karito) Confused Latino noises
(Logan) "She's always wanted to see you again."
(Karito) "It was this bad?"
(Jubilee) "It was hell."
(Logan) "She talked about you like her Prince Charming."
(Karito) "Oh really?" Smirk
(Jubilee) Pouts "Stop it!" Snuggles around Karitos neck
(Karito) "Can I get food first?"
(Jubilee) "No..."
(Karito) "So you are just gonna latch on to me like a monkey?"
(Jubilee) "Yes."
(Karito) "Bruh..."
In the midst of savoring our delectable repast, we found ourselves amidst a sea of envious gazes, the culinary splendor prompting curious glances from our fellow denizens. Sensing the desire for a quieter sanctuary, Logan gallantly led us to a secluded haven, a private alcove where we could partake in our nourishment away from prying eyes.
However, the aura of tranquility we sought was momentarily interrupted by Jubilee, her captivating presence insistent upon maintaining her hold on me. With gracious charm, we found ourselves partaking in our meal, even as Jubilee remained steadfastly by my side, ensconced upon my lap, her warm embrace weaving a tale of unspoken kinship and affection.
(Logan) "How have you been?"
(Karito) "Good. Though, I thought Scott was going to welcome me inside. He did pick up when I was at the gate."
(Logan) "He was told to fill some documents right after he was done letting you in."
(Karito) "Oh, would've liked to say him to him."
(Jubilee) "He'll be done in a bit. He wants to say hi."
(Karito) "Ooh, that would be nice. Also, Jubilee can I eat?"
(Jubilee) "Hmmm, alright." Gets off Karito and eats
As the minutes gently ebbed away, fostering a tapestry of shared anecdotes and cherished memories, a new presence materialized within the confines of our private enclave. Stepping into the room with quiet grace, the luminous figure of Rogue graced us with her entrancing presence. A charismatic aura enveloped her, like a captivating enigma wrapped in a shroud of intrigue.
(Rogue) "Oh? Who is this handsome lad?"
(Karito) "Oh, hey! Names Karito." Smiles
(Rogue) "I'll deeply remember that." Smirks
(Jubilee) Pouts "Back off, Rogue!"
(Rogue) "Jealous are we?"
(Karito & Logan) "..."
(Rogue) "Are you taken, sweetie?"
(Karito) "No."
(Rogue) "Well, how about you and I-." Gets lightly smacked on the head by Jubilee
(Jubilee) "Don't you dare!"
(Rogue) "Or what?"
As the door swung open with a graceful arc, a figure of elegance and poise stood revealed—Kitty Pryde, her presence a study in understated sophistication. Her keen eyes fell upon Karito, and a veil of astonishment draped over her countenance, rendering her momentarily speechless. The air seemed to shimmer with intrigue, as the unanticipated encounter gave rise to a symphony of unspoken queries and uncharted emotions.
(Kitty) "I'm not having a lucid dream, right Logan?"
(Karito) "I'm having a deja vu here."
(Logan) "Nope."
(Kitty) "KYA!" Latches on to Karito
(Karito) "Oh FUCK!" Falls to the ground
(Logan) "This dude is a chick magnet."
(Jubilee & Rogue) "HEY, HANDS OFF!"
As the delicate symphony of emotions unfolded, the air crackled with palpable tension. The gentle hands of those around me gently extracted Kitty Pryde from my embrace, but the echoes of the moment lingered in the room, a ghostly imprint of the connection that had momentarily enveloped us.
(Logan) "Wanna see Scott?"
(Karito) "Sure."
As Logan and I prudently distanced ourselves from the spirited exchange, we relinquished the tempestuous domain to the captivating intricacies of the girls' discourse. Our purposeful stride led us through the bustling corridors of the Xavier School, where an atmosphere of intellectual ardor and esoteric knowledge permeated the air. Amidst this scholarly sanctuary, we eventually arrived at the hallowed threshold of Scott Summers's office.
As we crossed the threshold, we beheld the formidable figure of Scott Summers, his demeanor a study in stoic resolve tinged with palpable weariness. Engrossed in the weighty matters that demanded his attention, he was ensconced amidst a sea of papers, a diligent captain navigating the uncharted waters of responsibility and leadership.
(Scott) "Oh, Karito! I'm so sorry I didn't say hi earlier. I've been busy I'm sorry."
(Karito) "Nah man it's fine, really. I understand."
(Scott) Hugs Karito "Good to see you again. Buddy."
(Karito) "You too."
(Scott) "How long are you staying here?"
(Karito) "Around 2 days or so. I have things two do so I can't stay here for long, unfortunately." He means Civil War
(Scott) "Well that's alright don't worry. We are just happy to see you again."
(Karito) "Same." Smiles
In the wake of our momentous encounter, the camaraderie amongst the boys swelled, and the hours drifted by in a symphony of engrossing conversations and leisurely camaraderie. As the day progressed, I had the privilege of making the acquaintance of two extraordinary individuals—Nightcrawler and Colossus, both embodying a spirit of congeniality that seamlessly melded with my own disposition. Nightcrawler's penchant for mischief and levity resonated with me, fostering an instant affinity, while Colossus exuded a serene demeanor that invited comfort and ease.
As we explored the sprawling expanse of the Xavier School, Nightcrawler, Colossus, and I traversed its hallowed halls, discovering the many facets of this unique sanctuary for mutants. Led by the insightful guidance of Scott Summers, I came to understand the profound purpose behind Xavier's visionary endeavor—to create a haven of learning and empowerment for those marginalized and persecuted due to their exceptional gifts.
Listening to Scott's impassioned recounting of the genesis of the school, my heart swelled with admiration and empathy for Charles Xavier, a man of profound altruism and benevolence. His determination to educate and nurture young mutants, shielding them from the relentless tide of prejudice and persecution, stood as a testament to his indomitable spirit and unwavering commitment to fostering a brighter, more inclusive world.
Moved by the plight of the X-Men, my respect for Charles deepened, resonating with the echoes of historical injustices and discrimination that once plagued humanity. The harrowing echoes of past prejudices and persecution stirred a profound empathy within me, compelling me to stand in solidarity with those who had been unjustly marginalized and castigated. The resonance of Charles's vision imbued my heart with a renewed sense of purpose, as I found myself bound to this remarkable tapestry of extraordinary beings.
With the collective reverence for Charles Xavier echoing in our hearts, the momentous hour arrived when we were presented to this visionary leader. Anticipation hummed in the air, as we prepared to encounter the man whose indomitable spirit and unyielding pursuit of equality had changed the course of history for generations of mutants.
(Xavier) "Hello young man, I'm Professor Charles Xavier. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Uses his electric chair to move toward Karito and offers his hand
(Karito) Gently shakes his hand "It's an honor, sir. I see that you have heard of me?"
(Xavier) "Oh, most definitely. Kitty and Jubilee didn't stop talking about you on how you were like a celebrity in looks."
(Karito) "Aw, come on I'm just like any other person." Scratches his head
(Xavier) "And he's humble too. Are the ladies already fighting for him?"
(Logan) "You have no idea."
(Nightcrawler) "It's actually pretty funny to watch."
(Karito) "It's not funny at all." Pouts
(Colossus) "Don't worry, Karito. I will tell them to give you breather space."
(Karito) "See guys? Be like Colossus."
(Scott) "Hmmm Nah. Seeing you so in distress was funny to watch."
(Karito) "Ugh..."
As laughter cascaded like a harmonious melody through the air, a collective decision was made—a jubilant celebration in honor of my arrival at the Xavier School. As twilight cast its enchanting veil upon the realm, the X-Men came together to orchestrate a sumptuous feast, a culinary marvel that would tantalize the taste buds of those in attendance.
Stepping into the kitchen with a resolute determination, I took it upon myself to contribute to the culinary artistry, inspired by an impromptu desire to lend my skills to this momentous occasion. With a graceful yet efficient dance around the kitchen, I collaborated with the chefs, transforming this gastronomic undertaking into an extraordinary ensemble. The kitchen swelled with a harmonious synergy, as culinary masters became my valued assistants, mutually enchanted by the creative ardor that infused the room.
As minutes unfurled like a delicate tapestry, the table was bedecked with the lavish banquet, a cornucopia of flavors and aromas awaiting the discerning palates of the X-Men. Swiftly cleansing myself of the culinary endeavors, I prepared with a sense of anticipation and eagerness to partake in this evening of camaraderie.
With measured haste, I arrived at the dining room, where a grand tableau awaited me—a constellation of remarkable individuals, each bearing the mark of an extraordinary journey. Gathered around the table, they exuded a sense of kinship and shared purpose, their expectant gazes emanating an aura of welcoming warmth.
(Storm) "You're late."
(Karito) "Well, I couldn't smell like a subway station."
(Nightcrawler) "What is that supposed to mean?"
(Karito) "The chefs will tell you." Smile and takes a seat
As the chefs gracefully served the table, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and excitement. The dishes before us were my own creations—a culinary homage to my Puerto Rican heritage, crafted with care and a touch of my personal flair. The ambiance of the dining room was aglow with the soft radiance of candlelight, setting the stage for a feast that held both cultural significance and heartfelt sentiment.
With each lid carefully lifted by the skilled hands of the chefs, the delectable treasures hidden beneath were revealed like precious gems on display. My heart swelled with anticipation as I beheld the vibrant colors and enticing aromas that danced before us.
(Jubilee) "What is this?"
(Karito) "Let me all present you, my homeland's dishes. Made by yours truly."
(Rogue) "Wait, you made this?"
(Karito) "I did the whole menu."
(Jubilee) "WHAT?!"
(Karito) "Now, the first meal I've prepared holds a special place in my heart. Allow me to introduce you to the tantalizing flavors of 'Mofongo.' This delightful dish is a cherished staple that graces the tables of Puerto Rican homes and restaurants alike. Picture this—a harmonious blend of mashed fried plantains infused with a generous dose of garlicky goodness, complemented by the delectable essence of chicharrones—crispy, fried pork skin, but fear not, for I have curated a medley of alternative combinations to suit everyone's palate.
Traditionally served as a side dish alongside succulent pork or tender chicken, tonight, I've chosen to elevate Mofongo to the grand stage, where it shall take the center spotlight as our main course. I considered each of your dietary preferences with utmost care, ensuring a splendid array of options to indulge in without hesitation.
So, let your taste buds embark on this culinary adventure, where the warmth of Puerto Rican tradition and the artistry of my passion converge. May you savor every bite, for in this feast, we shall not only relish the flavors but also the shared experiences that unite us as a family of kindred spirits."
As the X-Men beheld the spread before them, an air of anticipation enveloped the dining room. Their discerning eyes studied each dish with a keen appreciation for the culinary craftsmanship that had birthed this feast. The ambiance was filled with a hushed reverence as if paying homage to the culinary treasures that graced the table.
As the first forkfuls touched their palates, a symphony of flavors unfolded—a kaleidoscope of taste that seemed to defy earthly boundaries. Eyes widened in astonishment, and silent murmurs of delight rippled through the room. Each morsel appeared to transcend mortal expectations, as if crafted by the hands of divine culinary deities.
The members of the X-Men, ensnared by the enchanting gustatory experience, lost themselves in the culinary ecstasy. Their expressions conveyed a mixture of amazement and delight, as they savored each bite with an almost reverential reverence. Whispers of disbelief and sheer satisfaction intermingled, giving voice to the indescribable joy ignited within their taste buds.
Time seemed to stand still as the dining room became a haven of gastronomic bliss, where the boundaries between food and emotion blurred. The X-Men, captivated by the culinary magic woven by Karito, indulged in a culinary symphony that spoke to the deepest reaches of their souls.
And yet, amid the rapturous silence, a curious realization dawned upon the atmosphere—the faint symphony of moans that punctuated the air. In a moment of lighthearted humor, the vibrant scene seemed to evoke the theatrical flair of "Food Wars," where the culinary prowess evoked intense sensory responses. It was as if the taste sensations had reached a crescendo, coaxing forth spontaneous expressions of delight.
(Rogue) "It's official... I'm in love..."
(Jubilee) "More than before..."
(Kitty) "Same with me..."
(Iceman) "No wonder why you guys love him. I do now..."
(Polaris) "Put me in line too."
(Sway) "Husband material right here ladies."
As the evening's festivities unfolded with an air of elegance and sophistication, a curious shift in the atmosphere caught my attention. The room seemed to hold its breath, and an unspoken tension hung in the air, drawing my gaze toward the collective focus of the female guests.
Their eyes, alight with intrigue and interest, were fixed upon me with an intensity that stirred a hint of curiosity within my soul. A chorus of hushed whispers seemed to ripple through the room, like a symphony of secrets being exchanged in silent eloquence.
At that moment, I found myself at the center of their collective attention, a focal point of enigmatic interest. Questions swirled in my mind like celestial constellations, each one seeking an answer to the enigma that had captured the gaze of these remarkable women.
(Logan) "Well, Karito. You've fucked up now."
(Karito) "Was it bad?"
(Nightcrawler) "BAD?! I'M IN HEAVEN!!"
(Karito) "Oh, that's a relief then." Smiles
A hushed aura of awe and fascination seemed to envelop the room as my presence cast a spell of magnetic allure upon those gathered. A palpable sense of reverence filled the air, and the other guests couldn't help but shield their eyes as if the very essence of my charisma emitted a radiant brilliance that defied direct gazing.
(Jubilee) "Girls, we must protect him at all costs girls."
A graceful chorus of nods rippled through the gathering of distinguished women. Their gestures, executed with the poise of refined elegance, bespoke a shared understanding and agreement that transcended verbal communication.
(Storm) "You have certainly impressed me, Karito."
(Karito) "It's not over yet."
In a mesmerizing display of synchronicity, the heads of the gathered company turned with seamless grace, akin to the elegant motion of owls surveying the world around them. As their gazes converged upon me, a sense of intrigue and wonder seemed to dance in their eyes—a captivating and somewhat intimidating spectacle.
(Xavier) "Oh? Is there dessert?"
(Karito) "Y-Yeah! I think you'll all love it!"
With a graceful flourish, the chefs returned. In their hands, they carried a second plate, adorned with an exquisite drink, perfectly complemented by a carefully crafted beverage that exuded an air of sophistication.
(Karito) "Well, for refreshments I made something that is called "Piña colada". Cool off after an afternoon of sightseeing in the sun with an ice-cold, frosty pina colada. The official drink of the island since 1978, these are served up just about anywhere, find them in bars, restaurants, and even roadside kiosks and order them with or without rum. It's refreshing either way and will hit the spot as you take it easy after your explorations. I put most of them without the rum but for you drinkers, I did you all a favor." Winks
(Logan) "Appreciated."
(Karito) "And now for the dessert. Flan de queso, what is it? Flan de queso is like caramel custard and a piece of cheesecake combined. The traditional Puerto Rican flan is made with simple ingredients like eggs, sugar, evaporated milk, condensed milk, and cream cheese. It's usually vanilla-flavored and covered with homemade caramel sauce but you can find some variations of this popular sweet treat featuring other flavors including chocolate, coconut, and even Nutella. If a caramel sauce isn't your first choice, try it topped with fresh fruit and cream. The extras are gonna be placed right beside you and I also did the same here as I did with the Mofongo. I switched the flavor depending on the person's preferences, even tho it's the first time meeting most of you I did nail your preferences with the Mofongo. So I hope you also like this one too." Smiles
Upon partaking in the first sip of the Piña colada, an ecstatic symphony of gasps resonated through the room. The tropical elixir, crafted to perfection, evoked a chorus of moans and expressions of unadulterated pleasure as they savored the sweet nectar of paradise. Comically, some found themselves overpowered by the irresistible allure of the beverage, losing their equilibrium and tumbling off their seats in a display of lighthearted mirth.
With their bearings restored, they cast their gaze upon the Flan de queso, a dessert so divine that it seemed to beckon from the realm of culinary heaven. An air of trepidation mingled with anticipation as they beheld this masterpiece of confectionery craftsmanship. The prospect of tasting something so exquisitely delectable was both thrilling and humbling, and the anticipation was palpable.
Undeterred by the intensity of the previous culinary ecstasy, they eagerly indulged in the Flan de queso. Each bite, a revelation of flavors and textures, proved to be an enchanting journey into the heart of culinary artistry. Their taste buds danced in rapture, succumbing to the enchanting allure of this culinary masterpiece.
The effect of this divine delicacy proved to be profound, as their eyes widened in awe, and their expressions softened in pure ecstasy. A state of euphoria descended upon them, transporting their senses to realms of indescribable delight. As they savored every morsel, they were taken on a journey that transcended the confines of reality, their senses enveloped in a blissful embrace.
As the night wore on, the symphony of culinary delights left an indelible impression, etching the memory of this extraordinary feast deep within their souls. The state of elation, a cherished gift from the culinary wonders before them, lingered long into the morning.
Morning
In the tranquility of the early morning hours, words seemed to elude me, unable to encapsulate the essence of the moment. As dawn graced the X-Men, their radiant smiles and heartfelt requests beckoned me to craft a morning repast. Surrendering to their genuine enthusiasm, I prepared a simple yet satisfying breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, my culinary prowess ensuring that even in my modest endeavor, their pleasure would be assured. The gratifying response, despite my modest efforts, affirmed the potency of my culinary skill, leaving me appreciative of the ability to bring delight to those I cherish.
Amidst the camaraderie, laughter, and light-hearted banter, the interactions between the girls emerged as an intriguing blend of flirtation and jest. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Storm playfully alluded to her marriage to Black Panther, an exchange that left me uncertain of her intentions. Grateful for the camaraderie and friendship shared among the X-Men, I navigated the charmingly chaotic antics of the male members, engaging in gaming and lighthearted pranks, each endeavor met with scolding and chuckles.
However, amidst the camaraderie and laughter, the girls' persistently flirtatious gestures took on an increasingly vexing aspect. Unsure of the source of their affectionate attention, I found myself questioning the origins of their allure. Were their actions inspired by some hidden charm skill I unknowingly possessed? The ambiguity surrounding their intentions left me both amused and bewildered.
Yet, in the tapestry of this memorable day, the pleasant moments eclipsed the minor inconveniences. I found solace in the friendships forged, the laughter shared, and the sense of belonging within this remarkable community of heroes. Thus, as the sun set on this eventful day, I found myself content, embracing the joy that lingered in my heart
New York City
11:00 PM
As the hour drew nigh, a summons from Logan beckoned me to his side, a proposition I readily embraced. Arriving at a picturesque valley, a serene expanse of nature before me, Logan stood, donning a rugged coat that seemed to embody the spirit of the untamed wilderness. The setting sun cast a warm glow upon the landscape, its rays caressing the earth with a gentle touch.
(Karito) "Oh hey, Logan."
(Logan) "Sup Bub. This won't take long don't worry."
(Karito) "I'm not worried about that, what I am worried about is what we are doing."
(Logan) "Need your help with something. Like I said. Figured I could count on you as you said."
(Karito) "Well, yeah, of course. But if we are gonna do something I would like to plan things out you know? If it's a hang out there are a couple of places that I know where they serve good drinks and stuff."
(Logan) "Well, if you think what you have in mind is better than my idea then go ahead."
(Karito) "Well, we can go to my home country from here. I promise you that I know some good places."
(Logan) "You going to open that portal of yours?"
(Karito) "Well, yeah. It's confusing but I can hack the atoms and form a wormhole to a different location of my choosing. It's kinda complicated to explain."
(Logan) "Don't talk all science with me. It gives me a migraine."
(Karito) "Alright, I know how you roll so I'll take us to a bar with good drinks and good food."
(Logan) "Hmmm, alright if you're so confident about it."
(Karito) "Yes! Alright, let's go to Old San Juan then."
(Logan) "Old what?"
(Karito) "It's a famous tourist area." Focuses and opens the portal "Let's go." Walks in
(Logan) "Ok." Follows
As our surroundings shifted and materialized around us, the teleportation whisked us to an unexpected locale within a vibrant disco nestled within the historic confines of Old San Juan. With a quizzical expression etched upon Logan's weathered visage, it was apparent that the unusual destination had sparked curiosity and confusion alike. Instead of finding ourselves at the anticipated entrance of the lively establishment, the whims of teleportation had led us to a seemingly mundane yet crucial area—the bathrooms.
(Logan) "I thought I was promised a good time in a bar not in a bathroom."
(Karito) "I had to sneak my way inside here, it's packed most of the time."
(Logan) "Wait where are we? I hear intense music."
(Karito) "Well, my friend. Welcome to Industry Club/Bar. Here you will hear intense music, people dancing, and good drinks in the bar. They are pretty organized here." Gently janks a wristband from 2 people
(Logan) "Did you just..."
(Karito) "It's pay to enter here... And I just happened to take 2 of the VIPs here." Smirks "Don't worry no one will notice."
(Logan) "You are one big troublemaker, huh?" Smirks
(Karito) "If it's to have fun? You bet your ass. Now, let's party shall we?"
In the midst of the vibrant disco's pulsating ambiance, Logan and I found ourselves seated at the bar, ready to embark on an adventure of libations and merriment. With an air of playful competition, I beckoned the bartender to present their finest concoctions for the both of us. The bartender, evidently intrigued by the prospect of a drinking challenge, seized the opportunity to liven up the atmosphere and announced the impromptu contest to the delight of the crowd.
As the shots were lined up before us, the countdown ensued, and the revelry commenced. I, with the grace of a seasoned connoisseur, deftly imbibed each shot while my comrade Logan, bless his heart, found himself somewhat overwhelmed by the relentless barrage of spirits. But fear not, for even as Logan temporarily succumbed to the intoxicating effects, his indomitable healing factor ensured a swift recovery, reminiscent of the mythical phoenix rising from the ashes.
The drinking feats were followed by a veritable feast fit for epicurean royalty. Plates piled high with delectable delights graced our table, and we devoured the sumptuous spread with unbridled delight. Yet, little did I anticipate that my insatiable appetite would culminate in an astronomical bill, one I shall diplomatically refrain from discussing further.
And then, oh, then came the moment of reckoning—the rhythmic Reggaeton beats enveloped the dancefloor, beckoning all to partake in the spirited "Perreo" dance. With a twinkle in my eye, I introduced Logan to the dance's sensuous charms, naively assuming he'd find amusement in the cultural expression. Alas, my misguided explanation led to a rather memorable yet awkward moment as Logan, in true Wolverine fashion, embraced the dance with a gusto that might have veered toward personal interpretation.
As the night wore on, the party reached its zenith, and Logan, true to his nature, found his own private escapades, leaving me to reflect on the underlying reason for this grand celebration. Ah, yes, indeed, it was Logan's birthday—an occasion deserving of unbridled revelry and camaraderie. So, here's to my dear friend and the memories forged on this extraordinary night, where laughter, libations, and dancing united us in a symphony of celebration.
(Karito) "Mira, Wo." (Aye, bro.)
(Bartender) "Que Pasa, Pa?" (What's up, brother?)
(Karito) "Haste el mejor postre que tengan, porfa. El amigo mio gringo cumple hoy." (Make me the best dessert you have, please. My American friend's Birthday is today.)
(Bartender) "Dale, Pa. Te lo Mando a pedir Ahora." (Alright, bro. I'll get it ordered now.)
(Karito) "Dale mano, Gracias." (Alright bro, thanks.)
As the clock struck past midnight, marking the culmination of Logan's birthday, I sat at the table adorned with a sumptuous array of Michelov beers, patiently awaiting the arrival of the pièce de résistance—the birthday cake specially ordered for this occasion. Time, of course, is but a fleeting notion; for what truly matters lies in the heartfelt sentiments that transcend the constraints of temporal boundaries.
A few minutes later
As the lustrous cake graced the table with a gentle flourish, a small contingent of close companions gathered around, their voices harmonizing in anticipation of a cherished tradition—the celebration of Logan's birthday. As the strains of "Happy Birthday" awaited release, I gestured to the group, signaling for them to accompany me on a brief journey to the secluded alcove that had been generously provided to us, a gesture of appreciation for my previous libation-laden feat, which had garnered acclaim from all present.
With utmost delicacy, I tapped on the door of the private chamber, awaiting the emergence of its enigmatic occupant.
(Karito) Knocks "Logan is, Karito. Are you in clothes?"
(Logan) "I am now. Girls, get you're clothes on!"
Amidst the jovial ambiance, a pair of mischievous giggles resonated in the air, underscoring the revelry that had transpired in the privacy of the secluded chamber. Logan, true to his legendary reputation, had indeed found delight in the company of the fairer sex.
(Logan) "You can enter now."
With an air of jubilation and shared anticipation, our assembled group surged forward, traversing the threshold of the private chamber with a harmonious fervor. An effervescent energy enveloped the room, tinged with the resonant melodies of joy and celebration.
With a concerted effort, the door swung open, ushering us into the intimate sanctum. As the rhapsody of harmonious voices swirled in the air, the chorus of well-wishes cascaded in both English and Spanish—a symphony of heartfelt sentiments woven together in a tapestry of multicultural unity.
In a fitting tableau, the birthday cake, an emblem of this festive occasion, was gently placed upon a small table, positioned within proximity to Logan's presence. The flickering candlelight atop the confectionary centerpiece mirrored the radiant spirit of camaraderie and warmth that permeated the room.
In the midst of the collective tribute, Logan's reaction was a study in astonishment. His countenance, usually a bastion of unyielding resolve, was temporarily disarmed—rendered speechless by the unexpected outpouring of affection and goodwill. Though known for his gruff demeanor, the expression etched upon his face now betrayed a touch of vulnerability, as the genuine sentiments of the moment washed over him.
(Karito) "Happy birthday, my friend." Smiles
(Logan) "Do you know how long it has been since I had a happy birthday song?"
(Karito) "A very long time."
(Logan) "Thank you."
(Karito) "For what?"
(Logan) "For being my friend." Genuine Smile
As the dancing flames succumbed to the gentle breath of the celebrated soul, Logan gracefully extinguished the candles, marking the culmination of his birthday ritual. Applause erupted, cascading through the room like a harmonious cascade, reverberating in appreciation of the momentous occasion.
The room gradually emptied, leaving behind a tranquil ambiance that was subtly enriched by the lingering glow of camaraderie. As the others dispersed to their respective pursuits, it eventually boiled down to just Logan and me, relishing the remaining minutes of this cherished celebration.
Yet, I couldn't resist the temptation to playfully taunt my venerable friend, and so, with an impish glint in my eye, I continued clapping, a sly grin dancing upon my lips. The mere suggestion of prolonging the applause elicited an amused expression from Logan, his signature resilience underpinned by an unmistakable flicker of amusement.
(Karito) "Congratulations."
The next day
Afternoon
As the sun reached its zenith, casting a golden hue upon the landscape, I found myself once again in the presence of the X-Men. The afternoon air hummed with a sense of serenity, and the world seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next chapter in our intertwined destinies.
In the heart of the Xavier School, amidst the verdant beauty of nature, we gathered for a final embrace. A bittersweet air enveloped the moment, for I knew that the time had come to bid my beloved comrades farewell.
(Karito) "I... Had a lot of fun here. Thank you for your hospitality."
(Xavier) "Any time, Karito. You are always welcome here."
(Scott) "He's right you know? You're always welcome here."
(Jubilee) Crying "Why do you have to leave?! WAAAAHHHH!"
(Kitty) Crying as well "I know right?! WAAAAAHHH!"
(Rogue) "I-It's not like I'm gonna miss you or anything! HMPH!"
(Jeane) "Please come back any time you want, Karito! Cook for us again!"
(Logan) "Thanks for everything, my friend."
As the moment of departure drew near, the X-Men gathered around, each bidding me their heartfelt farewell. Their voices resonated with a mixture of fondness and melancholy. Amidst the tapestry of emotions, a sense of camaraderie prevailed, unifying us in the face of inevitable parting.
The X-Men, both men, and women, enveloped me in their embraces—a cacophony of affectionate hugs and heartfelt words. The ladies, in particular, exhibited an exuberant display of their affections, their enthusiasm almost overwhelming in its intensity. I found myself ensnared in their warm embraces, a sea of laughter and camaraderie encircling us.
(Karito) "I'll come again, next time." Smiles
The farewell was heartfelt, and as I stepped into the portal that bridged the realms, the X-Men bid me their warm adieus with waves and smiles. With each wave of their hands, the memories of our time together replayed in my mind like a cherished film, leaving an indelible impression on my soul.
As the portal transported me across the dimensions, I traversed the ethereal pathways that connected our worlds, guided by the enigmatic forces of existence. Moments later, the shimmering portal dissipated, leaving me standing firmly within the Avengers facility—the very place I had departed from. The transition was seamless as if I had never left, and yet, the experience with the X-Men felt like an extraordinary dream, vivid and unforgettable.
As I walked into the facility, I found myself amidst the familiar presence of the Avengers. Each of them stood in the hallway, a tableau of strength and unity, their presence resonating with an air of purpose and determination.
(Steve) "Karito, your back. Are you okay?"
(Tony) "For a moment I thought you disappeared on us."
(Vision) "Welcome back, Karito."
(Hawkeye) "Sup, Spider."
(Sam) "Don't go running off like that man. You promised me a tripleta from your home country."
(Wanda) "I thought my favorite chef was leaving. What a relief."
(Rhodey) "Sup, bro. Good to see you."
(Pietro) "Sup, I decided to drop by for a bit before continuing my adventure."
(Natasha) "Hey, Karito. How are you?"
At that moment, an inundation of questions and sentences cascaded toward me like a torrential downpour of words. The sheer volume of inquiries and remarks left me momentarily dumbfounded, my mind seemingly overwhelmed and struggling to keep pace with the barrage of information.
In the midst of this verbal deluge, my brain seemed to adopt a curious lethargy, as if it had decided to selectively tune out certain portions of the incoming torrent. It was as though an instinctual self-preservation mechanism kicked in, prioritizing the most vital details while allowing others to drift into the background like distant echoes.
(Natasha) "Hey... Wanda and I are sorry for the conversation 2 days ago..."
(Wanda) "Yeah... Sorry..."
(Tony) "What do you mean?"
(Karito) "Trade secret."
(Tony) "Ugh..."
(Natasha) "Are... you okay?
Lost in a profound state of introspection, I weighed the question carefully. Finally, I found my voice and offered a thoughtful response. The room fell silent, awaiting my words with bated breath. At that moment, the power of human communication and connection became palpable.
(Karito) "Yeah. I Think I Am Okay."
Civil War is coming...
To Be Continued...