Bab 24: IDK, Something Something About Dinosaurs or Night at the Museum?
It had been three years since the showdown at Liberty Island, and Wade—officially the youngest X-Men member, according to himself—was stuck babysitting his younger siblings, Ken and Laura, on a museum field trip. He had earned his spot on the team by sneaking onto the Blackbird every mission until the X-Men finally gave up and let him come along. But today? No Blackbird. No missions. Just... babysitting.
As you can see, Laura and Ken were both buzzing with excitement for a museum field trip, and since their parents were off on some top-secret mission. The whole reason Wade had agreed to babysat was that his dad gave him some coaxing words about maybe, maybe taking him on their next mission. Wade knew a guilt tripping when he heard one, but his soft spot for his siblings won out in the end. So, he grudgingly agreed.
"Seriously, what kind of universe are we living in where Mom and Dad, the art and history teachers, can't take their own kids to the museum?" Wade muttered to himself. He could practically feel the teenage angst radiating off him. Oh yeah, he also in puberty mode now. How time has passed.
Well, we could thank Professor X for that. He was, after all, the one that send them to do that mission.
(It's just one more year! Just one more year until we could become the Merc with a Mouth again!)
'I still doesn't believe we get to skip middle school and went to high school immediately after just three months of tort—I mean supplementary lesson,'
Me too, but I guess the Professor wanted to get rid of us fast. We did steal his wheelchair for a couple of times these last years.
(It was like a tradition for us now! Maybe we could steal it again after the graduations?)
A lot also had changed in these three years. Mystique somehow survived Liberty Island and was now posing as Senator Robert Kelly. Sabretooth—Uncle Vic, in a bizarre twist of fate—had also survived and was...kind of civil with the family? Maybe Wade will finally gonna get that infamous responsibilities talk after all. Magneto? Locked up in a plastic prison, and apparently finally noticing Wade lie about taking his power completely. Well, he hoped he forget about that when he finally breaking up from prison.
I hope so, since the next arc is X2 movie plot… so, RIP.
(Hey! That's mean we could bonk that old man again!!! Yes!)
Anyway, on to the field trip!
"We're going to see dinosaurs, Wade!" Ken yelled as they entered the museum, running ahead.
"Yes, and in nights, all of them will come to life," Wade said, nodding sagely. "If we come at night, we probably could team up with the T-Rex and Teddy Roosevelt's statue to fight off Viking ghosts."
Ken's eyes widened. "Really?!"
We really need to teach him common senses and sarcasms.
(Hey! This is what a big brother always do! This is how we teach them!)
"Oh, 100%, kid. Totally legit," Wade smirked. "You gotta stay sharp though. Museums are known for time travel and chaotic magic. Have you seen Dr. Who or Moon Knight???"
Laura, always the skeptic, rolled her eyes. "You're making that up."
"Am I? Or is that what they want you to think, Munchkin?" Wade countered with a dramatic flair.
(Laura is on to you, dude!)
At least we got one that's smarter than us both.
Laura, unimpressed, continued ahead, but Wade could tell she was scanning the area just in case any T-Rex skeletons decided to start moving. Then they hit the dinosaur exhibit, and Ken lost his mind.
"Whoa! Wade, look! It's a T-Rex!!" Ken pointed up at the towering skeleton in awe.
Wade grinned. "Yep, that's a T-Rex, alright. Just hope none of the scientists here got any ideas about mixing DNA with frogs, or we're all gonna be dino snacks in like five minutes. Ever seen Jurassic Park? That movie could be a documentary if someone decided to be an idiot."
Ken gasped. "Do you think we'll win if we fight them if they came alive?"
"Obviously," Wade replied, throwing his arms wide. "Dad would probably get eaten, but then he'd claw his way out from inside like a total badass, and the other dinos would run off, traumatized. But me? I'm taming and riding a Velociraptor into battle, like a total badass. And Cyke? Oh, Cyke would be like, 'That's not protocol, Wade! Get down!' and I'd be all, 'ITS A MOTHERFUCKING DINOSAURS, SUMMERS! DO WE REALLY NEED PROTOCOL? YEEE HAAWWW!'"
(I could see that happening.)
Totally believable!
Laura, eyeing a Triceratops skeleton, tilted her head thoughtfully. "I want to ride that one. It has horns. I'd ride it into battle at dawn. The horns will help to torn the enemy."
Wade knelt next to her, nodding with approval. "Solid choice. Horned dinosaur for a horned attitude. Respect."
Ken, feeling left out, pouted. "Hey, what about me?"
"Sorry, little bro," Wade said, patting Ken on the shoulder. "Only the bravest get the big dinos. You can work your way up after a few successful life and death situations. You know, start with the tiny itty bitty one and then maybe someday, just maybe... A Microraptor."
"But I want a big one too!" Ken grumbled, but Wade's smirk stayed intact and just ruffled his brother's hair.
The dinosaur fun came to a pause when Wade noticed a young girl glaring at Artie, a mutant kid from the mansion. Artie was busy showing off his blue, forked tongue, probably thinking it was the coolest power ever. Hah! Classic Artie. Oh yeah, he also made a bunch of new friends after three years in that mansion.
Wade couldn't resist a good opportunity. Sidling up next to the girl, he quipped, "Careful, kid. That tongue? It's how he picks up ice cream cones from afar, I'll be careful if I were you!"
(I don't think that's a good joke… total miss this time!)
Me too…
'Hey! It serves its purpose! Beside I couldn't said any sex jokes to an underage girl!'
The girl gave a disgusted look, scrunching her nose as if she'd just stepped in something particularly gross. Wade cackled, proud of his work. "Good job Artie, She'll be talking about this at therapy in ten years—"
But before he could bask in his comedic glory with Artie, Storm's voice cut through his triumph.
"Wade. Artie. Behave."
Wade grinned defiantly. "Never!" he declared dramatically, before grabbing Ken and Laura by the shoulders and ushering them towards the Sabretooth exhibit. "Come on, you two. Let's see our uncle's skeleton name-sake in action before Storm turns us into a dust."
Before they could get too far, Pyro, Bobby—or Iceman, as Wade preferred to call him, Kitty, and Jubilee appeared. Pyro looked like he was itching for trouble, and Wade instinctively knew some kind of chaos was about to go down and obviously he wanted in. But before he could said anything, Jubilee interrupted.
"Hey, Wade, we're heading to the food court. Wanna come?"
Wade thought about it for a split second. "Do they have greasy pizza and terrible fries?"
Jubilee nodded. "Yup."
"Sold!" Wade turned to his siblings. "Alright, minions, today, we feast!"
They made their way to the food court, where Laura immediately began bugging Wade for ice cream. Wade caved, mostly because Ken and Laura had perfected their puppy-dog eyes, but before they could grab a table, three guys approached Pyro.
"Hey, man, can I use your lighter?" one of them asked, clearly not knowing what kind of fire-loving mutant he was dealing with. Pfff, noobs.
(Hey, why the third guy seems really familiar…)
He seemed to be a nerd, he probably just one of bullied kid that they took to serves them. He also seemed a lot younger than the other two...
'He did looks like a nerdier Kiddy Size Andrew Garfield, GASP! ITS DEFINITELY PETER PARKER!!! OWWW! It's our second Peter!!!'
(Owwhh, We didn't get the Spoilerman...)
Have you seen the author profile pic? It's so obvious our Peter gonna be the Amazing one...
Pyro, unsurprisingly, refused. "No."
The loudest of the group wasn't having it. "My bro just asked you a simple question. Why you gotta be such a d*ck?"
Behind them, the-probably-Peter-Parker made a feeble attempt to diffuse the situation, raising a nervous hand. "Flash, let's just le—"
"Shut up, Parker!" barked one of the others, cutting him off. Peter cringed, muttering a quiet "Sorry…" as he shrunk back, clearly wishing he was anywhere else.
'Poor Pete. Guess he hasn't gotten his spider powers yet.'
Still in his pre-bitten phase, huh?
(Well, that's just tragic. Let's visit him after this!)
Pyro, with his signature smirk, glanced at the aggressor. "Because I can," he replied, leaning back in his chair as if daring them to do something about it.
The guy in front, not liking that answer, decided to escalate things and snatched the lighter right out of Pyro's hand.
"Hey!" Pyro snapped, his eyes narrowing.
(Oh boy.)
Wade stepped in, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Solid life choice, my dude. Smoking in a museum full of priceless, highly flammable artifacts? I'm impressed by your dedication to bad decisions."
"Wade, we should not ex—" Colossus, his first Peter, tried to de-escalating the situation. But before he could say a sentence, Pyro already take things into his hands.
With a quick flick of his eyes, Pyro made the tiny flame on the guy's cigarette exploded into a ball of fire, catching his sleeve. The guy yelped, flailing as his arm went up in flames.
Wade groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "Great. Just great. I literally just said no fire in the museum! Is anyone listening to me today?"
I don't think anyone ever listen to you anyway.
(We also never listen to you too!)
'Cih, rude!'
Bobby waved his hand, sending a burst of cold ice over the guy's arm, dousing the flames and leaving the poor guy with a freezing, half-burnt shirt.
Wade gave Pyro a look. "Seriously, dude. Not everything needs to end in fire."
Pyro just grinned.
Before things could escalate further, the entire food court froze. Every non-mutant stood eerily still, mid-bite or mid-conversation. Wade blinked. Oh no. He knew this move.
(English or Spanish?)
Its Xavier, you idiot!
"Bobby, did you do this?" Kitty looked at Bobby while Jubilee, Wade and his siblings just took a silly picture with the now frozen normal human.
"No, I didn't, no." Bobby answered, looking confused at the scene before him.
"It was obviously the Professor, look!" Wade said as Professor X rolled into the food court, looking every bit like the disappointed dad or grandpa who was about to lecture his grandkids.
"Pyro," Professor X said, his tone calm but sharp, "if you feel the need to show off, don't." Then he turned his gaze to Wade. "And Wade, not a word."
Wade clutched his chest dramatically. "What? You think I can't be the responsible one? Me?" He turned to Ken and Laura. "Right, guys?"
Laura didn't miss a beat. "No."
Ken nodded. "Definitely not. Nope."
Wade gasped, overacting. "Traitors."
As Wade dramatically pretended to sulk, his attention was pulled toward a nearby television in the food court, blaring a breaking news bulletin. The flashing "LIVE" banner at the bottom of the screen caught everyone's attention. A reporter appeared, standing in front of the White House.
"Breaking news," the reporter said, her voice tight with tension. "Breaking news. We're
coming to you live from Washington. Where there's been an attack in the Oval Office of the White House. Details are still coming in, but we have been informed that the president and vice-president were not harmed. Early reports suggest that the attackers may have involved one or more mutants."
Scott Summers—who had been quietly watching from the corner with his usual brooding intensity, Wade's word—stepped forward, his face grim. He exchanged a quick, worried glance with Jean and Storm, both of whom had also been glued to the screen.
"I think it's time to leave, Professor," Scott said, his voice low but firm.
Professor X, nodded solemnly. "I think you're right."
Well, it seems Stryker are finally on us…
(DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!)
'Do you think it was too late to tell that to them?'
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