Chương 2: Thoughts
"What's my name?" he looked into the murky waters below him as he contemplated this key matter. His hair was a dirty grey and his eyes a polarising red that reflected back in the muddy puddle.
His skin was clear with no sign of acne or any marks, it was covered in dirt so he couldn't fully tell either way.
He sniffed at his bloodstained T-shirt and winced at the smell coming from it and him in general.
"Destroy" the words dragged through his skull as a painful reminder of the hand and its church. He closed his eyes and dragged his hand down his face.
The image of the giant hand flashed through his head again and he tried his best to ignore it.
He took a look at his surroundings and winced once more, he was in the sewers of New York. He sighed and stood slowly trying to not disturb the large wound on his stomach.
He was just lucky he wasn't dumped into waist deep sewage instead of the ankle deep stuff he was currently in.
Time to get out of this shithole.
—-
"Peter, get down here now!" An older woman shouted to her nephew.
Said nephew came rushing down the stairs in fear he was in some trouble, so when his aunt pointed to the TV and told him to sit down he was worried.
When the news wasn't about Spider-Man but instead a completely new individual and the X-Men he was incredibly relieved.
"Breaking News! A new villain has hit the scenes in a brilliant debut!" The newsman at the scene shouted. Peter hated how some news stations treated villains and heroes, as some sort of odd celebrity.
At least he could count on Jonah for one thing, to absolutely criticise anyone even if they didn't deserve it. He shook his head and gave the news his attention again, the scene was extremely damaged.
But well the Brother and X-Men had a fight, it wasn't really a surprise they destroyed a whole street he respected the X-Men but the collateral they could cause was insane sometimes.
"A whole street has collapsed, at least 15 dead" The newsman said, causing May to gasp but Peter didn't hear as he was so invested in his thoughts.
At least they weren't as bad as the avengers in that case.
Peter thought back to some of the Avengers' cases and almost cringed at the sheer collateral damage they caused but they did save the world each time.
That he could trust the X-Men and The Avengers to do, they would save the world when necessary, but when it comes to your average Joe getting mugged.
That's Spider-Man's job.
—-
"What the fuck was that Charles!" Logan shouted at the older looking but younger man. Charles shook his head in disbelief.
"A mutant hating mutant was what that was" He said with a solemn tone, Logan scoffed.
"Really? I didn't ask about the damn kids' stupid ideas, I asked why the hell we even came across the brotherhood in the first place!" Logan growled, it made no sense they were on a routine recruitment mission. Why the hell would Magneto be there?
"They must have discovered something or someone similar to Cerebro and detected the boy as well" Charles theorised.
Logan felt a familiar snarl taking over his face once more. "Yeah but why the whole fight? What caused the fight in the first place couldn't you old bastards play rock paper scissors for the kid" he said as he gingerly scratched his back.
That kid's power still itched hours after he had disintegrated his skin, damn kids these days.
"Logan, did you not see what happened?" Charles asked with a disbelieving tone that oozed confusion.
Logan shook his head in the negative. "I was in the blackbird, I thought this was routine"
Charles sighed "Well as you had so previously put it me and Magneto were in our own way playing rock paper scissors, we were trying to convince the kid to join either my school or The Brotherhood but, well he hated us, Mutants I mean."
Logan sighed, Magneto and his group weren't very forgiving he assumed, must have been why the kid had that stomach wound.
Charles nodded sombrely "Yes, so as you had guessed Sabretooth had taken apparent offence and decided to try to take the boy out of the equation." Charles sighed again. "That sparked the fight and, well I'm just happy that the boy at least lived but the lives lost in the fight and its aftermath, I am nothing but remorseful for."
Logan looked at the man who now looked as if he had just aged 15 years and felt himself sigh again. "Well we saved 30 something people. We did the best we could Charles" his voice was as gentle as a man like Logan could make it.
"There would have been no one to save to begin with had we just handled the situation with that boy better…to see a mutant hate themself and potential friends so easily." Charles said remorsefully.
Logan knew he wouldn't be able to help Charles get past this anymore than he already had, it's just Charles nature.
"Well the kid had an interesting ability at least right?" Logan said to try to divert the attention away from the needless death.
Charles seemed to perk up in his wheelchair, he hummed "Yes, very much so. The boy seemed different however, his mind was empty eerily so, all his mind contained was this ominous hand."
Logan was interested but the idea of a hand being ominous was frankly laughable.
Charles sensed and reinforced his seriousness "Trust me Logan, you know what I've seen in my life and that hand it is ominous, no matter how laughable you think it is the energy coming from that thing was unlike anything I'd ever seen or felt."
"And even without the hand or the empty mind his ability is frankly astounding, the sheer magnitude it has for city wide damage is remarkable he could take down the foundations for the Empire State Building with ease and take down streets filled with hundreds"
"To be frank Logan, I want to find the child and make him join this school" Charles released a deep sigh "Even if he doesn't want to, the boy will change."
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