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Apocalypse, Thanos, Magneto, Inhumans, Ultron, Skrulls, Kree, plague epidemics, Guardians, civil wars, Phoenix. However, there were many future lines when Eric finally joined his team. Multiple images of not yet chosen future lines turned into an indistinct hodgepodge, from which it was possible to catch only key events, iconic people and mutants.The puppeteers offered support, financial assistance, exclusive technologies for practicing various combat and other situations. The level of the proposed innovations literally screamed that either aliens or researchers from Area 51 were involved, which brought us back to alien technologies. However, with such technical, informational and financial support, it was possible to complete several tasks of the "patrons", since they would still protect the planet from various threats. Moreover, if he did not take the young mutants under his wing and did not train them, then sooner or later they would fall into the clutches of competitors. They could be trained like watchdogs, forcing them to activate their abilities on command, simply brainwashed or reduced to the level of animals ready to do anything for the sake of the absence of pain or a portion of dubious affection. Or, during one of the crises, having discovered their abilities, they would get involved in the battle without having undergone proper training and preparation. Children should have a childhood, but this will not prevent them from developing in all directions with the help of donated technologies.
To survive the initial shock of gaining powers, the first attitude towards a "freak", an "upstart", general condemnation from society, to accept their gift and learn to use it freely - children and teenagers, having accepted everything, even with proper training will not fight much. The schemers promised to help soon with the search for suitable personnel who can train the youth and help them on the battlefield. Although they most likely will not provide a full staff of teachers and lecturers, even a couple of people will greatly help him in the formation and development of the squad. One Groza will not be enough for a full institute of slackers and students. He would need several military men with combat experience and five natural-born teachers, but ... What is not there, is not there. We will look for both mutants for a place in the squad, and volunteers for teacher positions. We would like a telepath, a telekinetic, someone with increased mobility: a teleporter or a speedster. And of course, without the main caliber, nowhere. It remains to be seen and selected who will be the main striking force of the squad. Which composition will suffer the fewest losses? Who will be strong in spirit? Who will be the heart of the team?
The visions clearly said that he was not the only one assembling teams of superhumans. Soon there would be a competition to find and recruit promising personnel, fortunately he had strong support in the form of Cerebro, created with the support of Magneto, when they were friends. Sending children to fight... The overlapping visions frightened with nightmarish images of dead pupils and delighted them with their joyful appearance in other timelines. And there were few adult, strong, gifted and talented mutants in all timelines who would help his pupils survive and develop.
In the meantime... Charles telepathically contacted Ororo.
"Don't you think the storm is dragging on? Such a riot of the elements would be unnecessary."
"Professor, I have nothing to do with the bad weather."
"What did I ask you to do? If possible, divert thunderstorms, storms, and typhoons away from the estate. Be so kind as to stop this bad weather."
Having interrupted the mental communication, Charles leaned back in his wheelchair and prepared to watch another small miracle - man's taming of the elements.
Suddenly the door to the office swung open and a young African American woman with a thick mane of white hair, pulled back at the back of her head with a hair clip, literally ran into the room and said anxiously:
- Charles! I can't stop her!
- Calm down and concentrate. Remember what I taught you to control your abilities.
- No! - Monroe disagreed. - Everything is completely different here. I don't even feel the elements, it's like they reject me. Bite. Angry. Irritated. I tried to divert it a little, but the best I can do is intercept the lightning so it doesn't hit the mansion.
"Are you sure?" Charles straightened up, the hint of melancholy and sadness gone. "So we're under attack? But who can control the weather better than you?"
- This is not an attack, Charles... This is the will of nature itself. This happens during strong tornadoes and hurricanes, which I can calm with great difficulty, but here I feel someone's help. Not evil and not kind, but inexorable.
"Is this help from the puppeteers? Or a preemptive strike against us?.. Only questions."
- Prepare a warm welcome for our guests.
Ororo flew up into the air, right under the thunderclaps. Lightning began to flow toward her graceful figure, framing the mutant in a glowing cocoon of energy. Suddenly, one bolt of lightning separated, striking the ground, a second, a third... Soon, a cascade of lightning flowed down from the hovering woman's body, forming a column of electricity around her. The stream of lightning grew wider and it was painful to watch.
Suddenly the stream bent into an arc, arched, and a small crack opened in the middle of it, gradually widening to an oval the height of a man. A black funnel of emptiness, framed by tongues of pseudo-fire, into which lightning turned, literally sucked in the air. A moment later, a body flew out of the portal backwards, screaming loudly and cursing in a language unknown to Charles. The portal collapsed, and at the same moment all the accumulated power of the storm, concentrated in Monroe's hands, fell upon the intruder. A powerful lightning bolt connected the alien and Ororo for several seconds, forcing the alien to arch and fall silent.
"Stop!!!" Xavier's telepathic cry was just a moment late before his subordinate delivered her blow.
The woman who had descended was extremely pleased with herself. The riot of the elements was slowly ceasing, the enemy had been neutralized or destroyed.
- What happened? Your mental screams always give me a headache.
"You just almost killed our lucky ticket to the future," the telepath shook his head.
- What?
- This alien... At the moment of crossing the portal, he exceeded the omega level, you understand? He would have twisted you in a second, if not for his wounds and disorientation in space.
"I'm not that easy to defeat, and don't you know that not every Omega is the same?" the mutant frowned. "You read all this in his mind?"
- No. Any alien who gets into our world involuntarily brings with him an information package about himself and his potential, goals and intentions. Or carefully disguises and hides data about himself. I managed to catch this general information for a moment: he really is from another world and has colossal power, the natives on the other side made a lot of efforts to get rid of him. But his power... He may have been strong and dangerous in his native world, thanks to a rare mutation from sunlight or air composition, he was practically omnipotent and invulnerable, but we have a different atmospheric composition. There may be differences in the spectrum of sunlight, in the radiation background, gravitational constants, fundamental constants may differ in general, and yet - he is a purebred person, not much different from you and me. And he initially had no complaints about us. Until this moment, - Charles looked at Monroe with malice.
- Maybe we should finish him off? He seems to be moving, - Groza asked in all seriousness. - We don't know why and for what reason they banished him from their world. What if he's a villain and a tyrant that they simply couldn't kill?
"My intuition tells me that it's not that simple," Xavier declined. "But with such a greeting, he might have problems with communication…"
"Well," Storm shuffled her foot. "At least his wounds have closed."
- Rather, they were baked from your blow...
- You always give everyone a second chance, Charles. So what are we going to do now?
The professor and his assistant looked thoughtfully at the smoking body, which they had managed to approach during their short conversation. It lay on the path and was barely shaking from the discharges running through it.
— Let's try to get out... We can only hope that he won't be allergic to our medications and that his immune system will withstand it.
- What will withstand?
— The first encounter with the microbes and viruses of our world. It's a shame to forget your roots, Ororo. When Europeans came to Africa and America, they died in the hundreds due to the lack of immunity to the diseases common on your continent.
"You know my attitude to history, Professor," Ororo literally froze and, turning around, headed into the house. A gust of wind rose up after her, picked up small wet debris and generously showered the telepath over his head.
Watching the mutant leave and brushing dirt off his suit, Charles just shook his head. Such a childish and impulsive prank... Just in Storm's style. She was never able to accept and forgive all those who treated her homeland so unflatteringly.