Within a mansion near New York was Charles Xavier, a man in a wheelchair, devoid of hair, was known worldwide as Professor X. Charles is famous for being a staunch advocate for mutants and desires his new mutant academy to be a success.
Right now, Professor X was in his study looking at his laptop screen with someone else by his side.
"Charles, is that the young man you mentioned?" asked Charles's companion, intrigued.
He wore a lab coat, he was the mutant Hank McCoy, known by his nickname "Beast" for his blue, furry appearance, and outstanding intelligence. He has enhanced strength and agility, along with intellectual abilities that make him brilliant in sciences and strategy. His physical appearance, half man, half blue beast, is a distinctive trait of his mutation. He has been Charles's friend for many years.
"That's him, Hank," Charles nodded while watching Allen's livestream and his way of dealing with the haters seriously. "He's an interesting young man, despite receiving irrational hate from many people, he accepted it easily."
Beast approved of Allen as he saw him swiftly silence and ban those who insulted him for being a mutant and those who called him a fraud.
"I'd say he didn't care about everyone's opinion," added Beast with a smile. "It's like, 'This is my house, obey my rules, or leave.' Haha! I wish I had done the same years ago!"
Charles Xavier contemplated Allen; he sought to give mutants a better life, especially children and young ones who didn't know what to do with their newly awakened powers.
Charles sighed. "Erik (Magneto) wants to oppose non-x-gene humans, overthrow their society, and even eliminate them."
"Charles, you shouldn't blame yourself. Magneto has always separated mutants from the rest of humanity; he sees them as a superior race," Beast crossed his arms, reflecting on one of the biggest obstacles. "But maybe he'll reconsider when he sees Allen's path..."
Charles believed that was impossible; Erik's hatred toward humanity was immense and irreconcilable.
"I'm no better than him..." said Charles, placing his hands in his lap.
Charles always thought his idea was peaceful, but in the end, he was only separating and isolating mutants differently. His academy would be a safe place, but it would also be a barrier between people and mutants.
Charles looked at Allen; the young man appeared and accepted both hate and goodwill openly and immediately. He looked people in the eye and declared his existence.
Such a free way to live as a mutant made Charles Xavier wonder if both he and Magneto were wrong in how they treated mutants from the start. Mutants aren't another species; they are just humans with the x-gene within their DNA.
Charles contemplated Allen's interaction with Phil with a smile. By this time, he knew there was an enormous number of people in the livestream who stopped caring whether Allen was a mutant or not.
"Maybe Allen will become a bridge to connect mutants and humans..." Charles looked at his blue friend with a half-smile. "Hank, do you think I'm too idealistic?"
Beast smiled. "Charles, all I know is I haven't seen you with such a relaxed look in years."
Beast, just like Charles, saw Allen as a new path toward the acceptance of mutants.
...
However, Allen's existence didn't only evoke positive reactions among mutants.
Inside an old mansion amid a cold forest, with dry trees, several mutants gathered in a hall, also watching Allen's live stream on a huge screen.
"Fuck, what nonsense!"
A large, muscular man with animal-like claws, long graying hair, feline features, and prominent fangs slammed a table, breaking it.
He's Sabretooth, a mutant with a dark and conflicted history in the Marvel universe. His real name is Victor Creed.
His story is marked by an intense rivalry with Logan (Wolverine). Both have a linked past, sharing a bond of enmity and rivalry.
Sabretooth is a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and has shown a violent and sadistic personality, with few regrets for his actions.
"Does it bother you?" responded with indifference a tall, muscular man with dark hair and an athletic appearance. He's Avalanche.
Avalanche, whose real name is Dominikos Ioannis Petrakis, is one of the most committed to Magneto's cause for the good of all mutants. His mutant ability allows him to generate and control seismic waves, as well as manipulate the earth and rocks around him. He uses these abilities to cause earthquakes and destruction, becoming a formidable force on the battlefield.
"He's too naive, that bastard," Sabretooth sneered with displeasure. "There's no way people will get along with mutants. What will happen when a grade-schooler discovers he can shoot acid from his hands and accidentally kill his classmates?" Sabretooth grabbed a bottle of vodka and ignored the livestream.
"Hatred will resurface," murmured Avalanche.
"There'll never be a shortage of those who willingly use their powers to kill people," added a mysterious hooded woman leaning against the wall. "Because of them, it'll be impossible for people to stop fearing and hating us."
"I'm fine with that! More people to kill, hahaha!" said Sabertooth after downing the entire bottle.
"I'm attentive to your opinions," a man dressed in elegant attire entered the room accompanied by a woman with blue skin and red hair.
The man needed no introduction; he was the feared Magneto, whose name was Erik Lehnsherr. He is a man of a tough appearance, his past no less tragic than the original, being a survivor of the Holocaust during World War II. He too gained a supremacist view toward mutants after humans killed his wife and daughter.
The woman was Mystique, whose real name is Raven Darkhölme. She's a fascinating character in the Marvel universe. She is a slim, agile, beautiful woman with blue, scaly skin. Her hair is red, though she can change her physical appearance at will thanks to her mutant ability.
Her primary power is the ability to shapeshift, allowing her to change her appearance and voice to mimic anyone, even replicating their physical and vocal abilities.
Magneto glanced at a corner where a young blond-haired man with a bandaged torso stood; he was Pyro, his most recent recruit.
Erik is a very powerful mutant but not foolish enough to believe that a dozen mutants can wipe out all of humanity.
"Allen Walker... regardless of his personality and actions, he's a very valuable mutant and our brother," Magneto glanced at the screen, "...Mystique?."
"Yes," the blue woman responded enthusiastically. She's a beauty, but her sapphire skin never ceases to scare many people.
"I want you to approach Allen Walker and get him to come to our side at all costs," Magneto looked at the screen in the hall while Allen conjured a bicycle out of thin air. "Can he do that too? Impressive..."
"Wait! That bastard nearly killed me!" Pyro shouted but received looks of pity and disgust from the others.
Erik wasn't bothered by him; instead, he looked at everyone else. "You have more value to me than all of humanity, every mutant suffering in a world that doesn't understand them, even Charles's people are valuable to me... but..."
Magneto raised his hand toward Pyro; he was paralyzed, losing control of his own body. His breath was scarce, his muscles screamed, and his face turned red; something was malfunctioning inside his body.
"Agh!... uhagg!" Pyro filled with terror.
"As long as this world isn't a paradise for all of us... we must be willing to make sacrifices," Magneto coldly glanced at Pyro. "Even if that sacrifice is our blood..."
"No! Ughh!" Pyro felt terrified; he barely knew Magneto, but he had given the impression of a kind man to mutants. He was mistaken; Magneto was capable of killing anyone he considered an obstacle.
Magneto released his hand, and Pyro, barely able to breathe, collapsed to the floor. He coughed in that position while his eyes were still in shock. 'Was I about to die?'
"Mystique will take care of this task. Any objections?!" said Magneto; no one said anything, but the woman in question was lost and anxious behind him.
Erik noticed this and turned, placing his hands on Mystique's shoulders. "Is something wrong?"
"I..." she didn't know how to respond.
Some looked at her with pity, some with mockery, and one with indifference.
Everyone knew that beautiful Mystique loved Magneto, but the latter never paid attention to her. In Magneto's heart, there was only his deceased wife and daughter.
Mystique, with such a visible physical mutation, suffered worse treatment than many mutants. But Erik accepted her as she was, and she fell in love with him. However, she knew that Magneto considered all mutants perfect. She wasn't special. Yet, she still held on to a faint hope.
Upon hearing her mission, she knew she might have to sacrifice her body; the body she preserved for Erik. She didn't know what to say.
She looked at Erik, hoping he would realize her feelings, but she was disappointed to see only a kind and solemn look.
"If the information we have is true, Allen Walker is a very valuable mutant. I entrust this mission to you, Mystique," Erik continued.
"I understand... I won't disappoint you," she responded with a broken heart, but she didn't show it. Besides, it didn't matter. Even if her love wasn't reciprocated, she remained loyal to Magneto; after all, he had protected her for many years. 'It seems I can't beat a dead woman,' Mystique thought with sorrow
Erik smiled at Mystique's determined look. "Now that Mystique will take care of Allen Walker, we must prioritize our second objective... Jean Grey... a sixteen-year-old girl. She might be a psychic mutant with the potential to reach Omega level."
"Another one?!" everyone was surprised to hear about another Omega; they weren't common.
Even Magneto wasn't an Omega mutant yet, but he had the potential to become one in a few more years.
...
In a pink-painted room filled with many stuffed animals, a cute red-haired girl was laughing while watching Allen's livestream. She was only sixteen and still enjoyed spending her time idly on the internet.
(A/N: I've noticed the affinity between Allen and red-haired girls.)
"Jean, are you in bed?" shouted a woman from downstairs.
"Yes, Mom!" Jean had skipped school because she was sick, but this turned out to be a blessing as she suddenly received a notification that Allen's livestream. She got up and immediately started watching the stream.
Jean Grey in the canon was recruited by Charles at a very young age; however, this time there was something different. Jean Gray's powers didn't go haywire as a child, and she was able to control and conceal them until she was sixteen when Charles recently detected her.
"Achuu... huh? Was someone talking bad about me? It doesn't matter"
Jean was annoyed as she saw several derogatory comments about Allen.
Ruby – Hey, jerks! Use your brains. Do you think Allen will go to the desert to make a fool of himself? He must have an important mission!
Jean was one of Allen's oldest fans and consequently one of the most aggressive against the haters. She couldn't stand Allen being insulted; she used the alias Ruby to reply.
Jean felt a strange chill; she often felt this now, but Allen's voice immediately reassured her. For three years now, she always felt at ease when listening to Allen speak.
Before, she thought it was just her imagination, but since Allen revealed he wasn't a normal person, she believed he had the power to calm people.
Jean wasn't wrong; within her soul was a figure engulfed in flames, staring fixedly at Allen through the innocent eyes. It was as if that figure were in a trance, seeing Allen. Nobody could read the thoughts of the entity.
...
Tony Stark sighed with relief seeing that Allen managed the situation with people's hatred well.
"Sir, weren't you going to stop young Allen from working with SHIELD?" said a big, friendly-looking guy.
"Don't worry, Happy. I know that bastard Allen; he only accepted this for money," Tony sat tiredly while looking at the prototype armor in front of him.
Ever since he saw Allen fight Doomsday, he knew he couldn't continue in the same way. So Tony decided to think outside the box and create an armor stronger than all the previous ones, one that would give him a chance against something like Doomsday if it ever appeared in his world.
In that sense, Tony Stark was like Batman, except instead of creating plans, he created suits specifically for the task.
The Hulk Buster Armor, The Thor Buster Armor, The Thanos Buster Armor, Even the God Killer Armor was an example.
The armor in front of Tony was only a prototype, and although Tony could create new armor in hours, he felt that this one would take him a long time to complete.
"I'm not wasting my life... as I promised," Tony murmured as he looked out the window. Then, he glanced at the livestream and laughed. "I didn't know Coulson was so amusing; I'll invite him for a drink if he comes to recruit me."
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A/N: Legend says that marrying Mystique is marrying all the women who exist *Coff*
Important news, after rewriting tomorrow's chapter three times I think I have done something very good, so don't miss it, I will publish It, when everything restarted... hehe that's my shameless goal, it's your stones ha ha ha... just kidding in more than a year I have never asked them to voted for me or anything ;3