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summersofx​:

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He held tightly to Bobby’s hand to keep himself upright. He had no desire to fall flat on his face. “How did it go? Is there anything we need to look into?” Serbia was not far from here. It could easily circulate into Sokovia. Scott was certain there would be a number of agents already within the country, but thus far they remained less conspicuous. Were they to openly invade, he was certain the Nomads would be forced to retaliate. If the state of their current operations was any indication, they weren’t yet prepared for that. 

“Hank can help you,” Scott determined. “It’s possible you’re on the cusp of another mutation. We should prepare for that. It happens to some of the kids at the Institute. Usually, it’s manageable.” 

...

Feeling his grip tighten, Bobby held onto his hand so that he couldn’t go slipping onto his ass. Obviously, he wouldn’t let that happen to his dear friend. “It’s been going okay. There’s nothing to worry about at the moment, we’re just watching to see what happens in the mean time. Plus, it’s great training for those not used to the colder climates.” 

“Ugh, don’t say that. I struggled with this mutation what’s gonna happen if I go through another.” Bobby sighed but he knew deep down that Scott was right, this did feel like he was on the cusp of another mutation and he didn’t like it. “Do you think that would ever happen to you?” He asked curiously “I mean, take a look at Alex, that could be you next.” 

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whoaindeed​:

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Good grief, as coach used to say. They were old. How unthinkable that’d been, back when. Too far off, too nebulous, too - unlikely. They’d made it, though. Through all kinds of hell and back. Yes, it’d been far too long. “It has. But.” Hank crushed Bobby in a little, and clapped his back, solidly, as they parted. “Here we are. Still standing.” 

More or less. He could use a sit, actually; his back. With a tilt and a crunch, Hank twisted something out of his lumbar and set his palms behind him, on the countertop, to hop himself up and perch on the edge. Lightly. Like he’d learned, long before the Mansion, always walking softly. “So, you’re prepared to regale me with notes from the local reindeer herds? I’m sure the migration was majestic.” He was. Really. “I’m afraid I don’t know much of anything about Superman, these days. Besides that he’s in the vicinity. Not the castle, to be clear.” Specificity was needed; it’d be easy to presume, given the circumstances. 

As for what he was working on, the what-about-him, Hank simply shrugged, arms crossed, elbows on his knees. Toes, laced and cracking like knuckles. “Ah, well. Everything. There’s always more.” The tricky thing, really, was letting himself rest. When there was so much worthwhile work to do. And so much getting done, too… “You’ve been briefed, yes? I can spoil it, if you haven’t.” Iceman’s call. He wouldn’t begrudge Bobby a few more hours of blissful ignorance. Soon, there’d be no avoiding the worst of the news - and in comprehensive detail. Hank’s detail, in several parts. Least he could do was offer the SparkNotes edition. 

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Bobby laughed when Hank crushed him before letting him go. “For the time being anyway, could go sideways at any point.” He took a step back and moved to perch himself on the edge of the table while Hank was up on the counter. 

Giving him a look for that quip, Bobby shrugged. “We’re just watching for any activity out there, there’s not a lot but I still have six months worth of reports to catch up on while I’m here.” It had been odd to see that activity happen in the fortress but they hadn’t got close enough to see what he had been up to. “”He’s in sokovia? Didn’t he like.. sign the Accords?” Bobby looked a little puzzled. 

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newcastles​:

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Constantine blinked, eyes relaxing from the golden magical glow he had been using before. They weren’t seeing any magical trails or lines from the man drawing the chill into his own body. Mutant or meta then, not a magi. Good, too many magical types in one place was just a call for trouble. Someone always wanted to start a cult. “Not for lack of trying. My shoes nearly froze to the floor just walking in here.”

He flicked his coat around his body, still warming up to the sudden shift in temperature. Ugh, magic eyes always gave him a headache. Maybe a cigarette would ease the tension. “You one of those X-Men then? Since it’s not magic or a portal to the realm of the undead freezing out my damn balls and I don’t remember anyone on the Justice League or Avengers parading around in a snowsuit.”

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Bobby let out a slight groan at those words and ran a hand over his face. “Again, sorry about that.” He sat up straighter now he wasn’t trying to nap. 

He watched him for a few moments, trying to figure out where he had seen this guy before and when he mentioned the X-Men that made him raise an eyebrow. “I am a mutant and one of the former original X-Men. It’s called Cryokinesis but that’s just scratching the surface. Who are you?”

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citysymphonies​:

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Searching out other mutants in the Mousehole had been her second port of call when Ali had finally finished up with the conversation with Dinah. She knew plenty were gravitating here - had been told as such by Charles and Magneto - but she was surprised by just how many. 

First, she had spotted a harried looking Jean making her way to the small house outside the Mousehole. They had offered a few passing waves before Ali continued. She spotted Bobby and grinned, picking up pace and lengthening her strides to fall into step with him. 

“Well look at you. Who would have thought?” She drawled. 

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“I know, right?” Bobby smiled at Ali then got close enough to pull her into a hug, giving her a squeeze as he chuckled. He was on the cooler side temperature-wise since she last saw him but not too cold that it was impossible to touch him. “It’s been too long.” He took her hand and led her into the kitchen so that they could sit. “Oh! I should say, you’re gonna have quite a few fans around here.” 

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summersofx​:

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Scott hated that he had seen Frozen 2. One of the movie nights at the school. He had no idea people older than seven would want to watch the Disney Sequels, but Emma assured him of the snickering at his expense as he sat through it. He didn’t explain to Bobby, instead whistling the call of the nature spirit Elsa sang with as response enough. “I see what you mean.” He took Bobby’s hand and studied it, turning it over. “That’s new.”

He should have expected. “Do you think the call you’re feeling is something ominous or something promising?” He glided alongside Bobby to keep up and hear his response.

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Bobby couldn’t help, nor did he hide the giant smirk that spread across his lips when Scot responded with that tune. He let Scott take his hand and look over it. “This is why I’ve come back from my assignment. I’m supposed to still be in Serbia because there’s an ISA presence slowly gathering there.” 

“A.. mixture of both perhaps?” Bobby didn’t really know what to feel just that it was weird. “I need some blood tests to find out before I can say for sure if something big is about to happen to me.” 

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newcastles​:

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“Hell, is it you lowering the bloody temperature in here? Thought there was a fucking wraith coming for me. Pretty face won’t make up for the fact that it’s colder than the heart of bloody Russia.” John shoved his hands up by his armpits, looking at the man with a scowl. He’d been looking for any magical anomalies Wanda may have left around unintentionally during her possession, and a cold room could be a sign of drawing in spirits, but not this cold.

“You enjoy this?”

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Bobby had been drifting off when John came into the room and exclaimed how cold it was. “Oh sorry I just...” Then he drew all the cold back to himself, the room warming up again. 

“Clearly, I do.” he sat up on the sofa he had been trying to nap on. “I honestly don’t notice it until someone points it out.” It had been happening more and more recently. “No icicles this time?” 

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americanwish​:

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The mutants were familiar to America. Her mother had spoken of them in a tone that brokered only fondness and camaraderie and yet, she had not encountered all that many. Certainly not to the extent of Bobby Drake - one of the original X-Men team. She could see him coming from across the way and she raised her eyebrows faintly, leaning back and resting her arm over the back of the sofa she was currently occupying in the communal lounge.

“Hey,” she greeted casually with a flick of her wrist.

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Bobby had been down to the infirmary for some tests due to his mutation having been acting up for a while now. Not that he had wanted to leave his post and team back in Siberia, but he didn’t have a choice and was rolling his sleeve back down when America caught his attention. 

“Hey there.” He shot her a smile. “How are you doing?” Bobby wasn’t quite sure who she was, but he always made the effort to get to know the newer faces. “I’m Bobby Drake.” He held his hand out for a shake. “Ice Man, whichever one you prefer.”

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dacostaintl​:

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Berto pursed his lips at the memories. Yes, he had some experience with the anti-mutant radicals, considering that they had gone after him as soon as his powers first manifested. They – with members of the Hellfire Club at the forefront – were responsible for the greatest tragedy in his life, the attack that cost Juliana’s life.

“It’s not the only part of me that has faced prejudice because people can’t deal with differences,” he commented, aware of his position in the world. If not for his money, he could have had a much less fortunate life, and even that couldn’t shield him from everything. “But a clone was definitely unexpected.” His eyes followed the movement of Bobby’s hand, the cold touch stark in comparison to his ability to pull in warmth from any available source. An odd sensation. “Are you using your powers right now? I could swear it used to be easier to tell the difference in your temperature between resting and training.”

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Bobby couldn’t even imagine the other prejudice he must go through on a daily basis so all he could do was just give his hand another squeeze, it wasn’t his place to comment on that. “A clone is wild. You know Laura, she’s exactly like Logan, the only difference is that she’s clearly a woman and latino.” Bobby shrugged. “I wonder what mine would be like.” He wondered quietly to himself.

Glancing down at his hand, he removed it and looked it over. “Yeah, my mutation has been acting up recently, I guess it’s doing it right now.” Bobby glanced around, seeing that people were way too busy to pay attention to them so formed a lump of ice in bid to try and expel the excess that caused said hand to briefly turn into ice before going back to normal. “This keeps happening. It’s part of why I came back early from my mission. I came so Jean could check me out but she’s so distracted at the moment due to that Wanda person.” 

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summersofx​:

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Bobby’s intention in disclosing the feeling may have been innocuous, but it caught Scott’s attention. “In what way?” If it was the general ennui and restlessness, that was one thing. It could be entirely something else, however. Such warning signs should not be disregarded as one might write a mild cold. Mutations were ever-evolving and often set new precedents. Scott would never be accused of lacking due diligence. 

He regarded the outstretched hand, contemplating the proposition with the wariness of a man well aware of his aging joints. His mutation did offer some reprieve from the tribulations of physical decay, but he was not without evidence of his forty years. Scott’s softer inclinations toward Bobby as the youngest of ran deep, ingrained on his brain like so many of his impressions. It prompted him forward. “I’m doing this without skates. Go easy on me.”

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“Did you ever see Frozen 2? Like when nature is calling out from the unknown to Elsa? A bit like that.” He was totally kidding of course. “No, it’s more like something is pushing it forward.” Bobby held his other hand out and created a small ice shaped flower in the palm of his hand... only, his hand seemed to briefly turn into ice too then fade away. “Did you see what I mean?” He asked, wiggling his fingers. 

“Not to worry.” Once Bobby glided Scott onto the ice, he waved his hand and turned the bottom of the other mans shoes into skates. “Free skates.” 

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divineblccd​:

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“Much.” Cassie’s skin warmed as the ice disappeared, and when she sighed, the window panes didn’t fog. A marked improvement for a girl who wore a hoodie anytime the temperature dipped below 70° Fahrenheit. “Gross,” Cassie’s nose wrinkled as she imagined the gangrene, “if I ever piss you off, please just aim right for the heart––or at least the forehead so I get lobotomized in the process.” 

“Cassie.” She understood the sentiment. Sometimes, she wondered if she would’ve been better off in California. Sure, she was alone and dodging the ISA between online classes, but at least she didn’t have to hide in a field when she wanted alone time. “I just call people by the color of their shirt and say I’m preserving grey matter.”    

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Bobby laughed at her quip. “I’m gonna keep that in mind, aim for the head. I am sorry though, my powers have been acting up recently. It doesn’t usually get like this when I’m asleep.” He gestured to where the ice had been above their heads.

“Nice to meet you Cassie.” Then he glanced down at the light blue shirt he was wearing. “So, I would be Blue?” 

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dacostaintl​:

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Out of the teachers they had cycled through, Bobby was definitely on the younger side, always ready to cause some more trouble than his original teammates would ever want the kids to see. Berto enjoyed his energy, could always find a way to match it even though their powers should set them up as polar opposites. They were likely to get along on more equal grounds now, away from school.

“Keeping on brand, I gotta respect that,” he said, stalling. The offer came from a friendly concern, but did he want to talk about it? That meant digging deeper than he had been allowing himself to do – and yet he knew that it remained there, and it wouldn’t change unless he tried to let it out. “It’s… everything. The having had a clone is bad enough, but I never even got the chance to meet them. The way these lab people play with mutant lives…”

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Bobby knew he was stalling but wanted Berto to feel comfortable to talk to him about stuff like this now they didn’t have that teacher/student dynamic between them. When he started to open up, Bobby listened, nodding in the right places. “I know. People just can’t leave us alone, some of them are curious and some are straight up afraid of us overtaking the ‘regular’ humans up to the point where there’s been some plans over the years to try and wipe us out, but knowing you had a clone out there must be pretty confusing.” he reached out and placed a cool hand on Berto’s warmer one for a brief moment to offer some comfort. 

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emberbcrn​:

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The quip about outing him earned him a gentle shove to the shoulder before she returned the smile, faintly and taut around the eyes, before she sighed and pulled up a chair, setting everything aside carefully. “Alright, that’s fair enough I suppose,” she said through a sigh. Jean twisted her fingers absently together before steeling herself.

“I let the Phoenix loose. In order to fight a primordial being of chaos. That happened to be possessing the body of someone I think I might care for a lot more deeply than I had expected to.”

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“Am I wrong though? You so owe me.” Bobby gave her a look but soon smiled again and rolled the sleeve of his short down, the blood tests could wait till later, it wasn’t like anything had changed since he was last here, he hoped. “It’s very fair.” 

Hearing that she let the phoenix loose earned a disapproving noise from him, he was not a fan of her letting it loose but if the situation called for it then who was he to stop it? “Oh?” He learned towards her. “Who is this person? I haven’t had the chance to catch up on the reports yet, I’ve got a pile of them on my desk waiting to be looked at.”

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whoaindeed​:

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He thought he’d heard someone, echoing through the stony halls as he made his way down to the stables. This someone, now - wasn’t that a lovely surprise? Hank ducked into the kitchen, already beaming. Ah, yes. Another X-Man, in from the cold. Metaphorically. Bobby Drake always did bring a little frostiness along. 

Like that. “Aw.” The full smile he’d started with slid towards a dry, careworn smirk. Still soft, of course. Bobby had always enjoyed a certain license for brutal honesty, being the baby of the team; everyone’s kid brother. And he’d yet to grow out of it. Working theory was he never would. “Thank you, Bobby. Always nicer to hear it from a friend.” One of his oldest friends. Catching one of those cool shoulders, Hank hauled him into a familiar, easy hug. “It’s good to have you back. Nothing too worrisome to report, I hope? From the frozen north? Please, say no.” As if they needed any more worries, what with… everything, being as it was. 

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Bobby chuckled, ditched the bag of treats and approached one of his oldest friends, arms outstretched as he did. “You’re so welcome, old man.” Despite being the same age, Bobby still liked to tease any way. He wrapped his arms around Hank and gave him a fond squeeze. “It’s been far too long.” Chuckling, Bobby gave him once last hard squeeze before stepping out of their embrace. 

“Nothing to report at all actually. We’ve just been keeping an eye on any movement up there. Did you know that Superman returned to the fortress a few weeks ago? That was probably the most exciting thing we saw. But never mind me, what about you? What have you been working on?” 

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spccd​:

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“Haha! Yeah, you get it! I mean, that movie is homoerotic as fuck, right? Look, if it weren’t for the whole scientology shill thing, I prol’ly would’ve jacked off to that stupid fuckin’ volleyball scene, like, a thousand times, to be perfectly honest. Tom Cruise in that movie? Hot, unfortunately. Kelly McGillis? Also hot. Those leather jackets, dude…” Wait, what were they talking about again? Right, right, X-Men. The whole reason Tommy had wanted to talk to the one and only Iceman. “You should write a theme song, like, The Iceman Cometh. Like that Ozzy Osbourne thing, but better. You know, if the X-Men ever get back together.”

Tommy winked almost cartoonishly at that—as far as he was concerned, none of these superhero teams had actually stopped operating, right? They’d just had to go underground. Or into a castle in the side of a mountain such as this. “But aaaanyway. We’re talkin’ pure hypotheticals here. ‘Cause of course you can’t join the X-Men nowadays, but, you know, let’s pretend that none of this,” he gestured vaguely toward the room they were in with a low whistle, “ever happened. Say you were still sittin’ large and pretty in that estate of yours. So, what, this Cerebro thing finds every mutant ever?”

Maybe he really wasn’t a mutant. Maybe that was why Cerebro had never found him. 

“And then they all just get enrolled into this… school? What if somebody gets missed.”

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Bobby was plenty amused by Tommy going on about jacking off to the volley ball scene. Did he even have a filter? Seems not, but it was still amusing anyway so he just let Tommy eventually bring the subject back to where it needed to be. “Hm, I do have ice ice baby sung to me sometimes. Mostly from people my own age when they find out I’m Iceman. It hasn’t gotten old yet.” Would it ever? Nah. 

Ok, he could pretend that none of this had happened for a minute and let Tommy speak and ask questions. “It has its moments of course and it’s only operated by Charles so there’s a chance he may have missed some over the years.” Bobby knew what he was getting at so hoped his words helped somewhat. 

“Not every time. Some of them refuse to come with us, some have no choice because they’ve been ran out of their home.” Like he was. “It happens. Are you a mutant, Tommy? There’s tests we can do to find out if you have the X gene.”

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ohdearden​:

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“Put on some thicker leggings, he says as he makes a freakin’ ice wall.” The sports bra and athletic leggings she’d thrown on for training purposes suited the time of year and overall temperature inside of the castle well; summer was slowly inching up, warmer weather drawing Mia outdoors much more often like a damned siren song. So naturally, the drastic shift in the opposite direction was less than desired and Mia was absolutely pouting a little when she moved out of the room to change. Leggings changed and a sweatshirt acquired (too big, definitely not hers, but it had been left out and beggars couldn’t be choosers), Mia was still making a face despite being warm enough under the unexpected conditions. She huffed out a little, breath still billowing out in front of her, as she began to stretch. “Pretty cool,” she agreed, eyes trailing upwards to follow him. “Ice cold. Fuckin’ freezing. Also looks like a badass advantage.”

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“Would you rather the floor be lava?” Bobby suggested with a smile to go with it. “Relax, once you warm up, you’ll forget this was ever ice anyway.” It was more convenient for Bobby to just use his powers than set up the old, beaten up stuff that was stored in a rather large box. 

“Okay, I want you first to run a couple of laps, get used to the ice and temp around you.” Bobby gestured around them as he slipped off the higher wall with very little effort. “What do you normally do with Dinah? Is it just archery?” 

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summersofx​:

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Bobby was restless. It was obvious to Scott . He’d always exuded energy, especially when they were young. While the rest of them waited for him to outgrow it and join the jaded ranks of the team, Bobby had managed to maintain his optimism and wistfulness. It was an enviable skill, to Scott’s mind. Beneath that surface, there was more complexity, but the face Bobby displayed to the world portrayed him as the most easygoing of the original team. It was a testament to his youth. Though he and Hank were the same age, one would never guess it. 

“I remember,” he said. “My back remembers as it struck those newly frozen floors.” He said it without vitriol. These were fond memories. There had been moments of laughter within the trudge of their work as Xavier’s frontline defense. “Just be sure no one sees you doing this, Bobby. We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile.”

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Bobby grinned when Scott brought up the newly iced up floors, it had been a trip for them all. “I’m trying to keep a low profile, but something in me wants me to use my powers more. It’s like something is trying to push forward.” He skated up to Scott and held his hand out. “Come on, old man. Have a skate for old times sake and we can play catch up.” A cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye were paired his statement, 

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dacostaintl​:

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Berto smiled, nearly preening. He had come a long way from the short, ill-tempered kid that had come to the Institute after the greatest tragedy of his life – it was always good to be treated as one of the grown-ups. “It’s good to see you too, man,” he greeted, shaking Bobby’s hand and taking the seat across from him at the table. At the comment about the coffee, Berto couldn’t help but smirk. “Sorry then, I don’t think you can handle my sunny presence,” he joked, but his expression fell as the other subject came up.

“Jesus, you really do sound cold and sharp as ice sometimes, did you know?” He pulled a face at that, identical to how he used to look with his stubborn complaints as a teenager. He sighed and rubbed a hand at his forehead. “I’m… not talking about it much to anyone. Most of the time I try not to think about it at all, sometimes I fail.”

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“If I can’t, then I will simply walk away.” He shot back with a smile to match. It was easy to settle back into a role like this, just trying to be younger mutants friend and shake off the part time Professor vibe he had going for him back home in Westchester. 

“I like to think that I’m more of transparent than cold.” He chuckled at the familiar face the younger man pulled at him. “So talk to me about it. I don’t have any clones, but I’m a great listener.”