#and there’s like a good explanation for why Charles would still blame him like Erik was wearing the helmet he couldn’t have picked up on all

[ironhusband]

Thinking about Erik snapping at Charles with “well maybe you should have fought harder for them” and the pain in his eyes when Charles told him they didn’t want the same things.

[moonbaby26]

Title: The Battle

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from last chapter. Set during X-Men: Age of Apocalypse, you and the others fly to Cairo to confront Apocalypse and his soldiers in an attempt to rescue Xavier.

Warnings: Apocalypse being a leg breaking, hero strangling jerk. Characters fighting for their lives, but bookended with fluff from Peter x Reader pairing.

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Taglist: @drikawinchester , @n0obmaster69 , @alexloveskili , @what-a-silver-lining , @bluesprings18 , @weakmoony-stuff , @slytherinsi-mp, @wintwrsoldiwr, @tommy-braccoli, @amourtentiaa

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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You’d at least gotten to clean up somewhat. Earlier as Hank and the new woman you’d just met, Moira, had worked on readying the jet, you’d found some bit of helpful supplies. Clean rags to wipe off the blood, and bandages that’d you’d hurriedly applied to your shallow claw wounds.

All the remnants of your restraints were gone, and your old, torn clothes you’d just tossed in favor of the thin jumpsuit and lightly armored black flight suit over the top of it. You all wore these suits, commandeered with this experimental jet now rumbling beneath you as you shot off to Cairo together.

There was silence for a good while, after some initial nervous chatter and joking from the others. It would have been too easy to fill this quiet with any of the myriad of questions still rushing through your brain, but you really had just listened and little more when they’d filled you in earlier with the gist of what they’d learned.

All that really mattered was that the Professor was being held captive by a seemingly omnipotent mutant. One that had now declared war on all and recruited his own powerful soldiers. This was a rescue mission, with likely all your lives at stake.

You leaned your head back, wondering if anyone else would really even know or care what had happened to you if you never came back from this.

The escape from Stryker’s lab had been life threatening as well of course, but it was so different when it’d just been one thing after another. Events unfolding too quickly to really develop any sense of dread, it’d been all adrenaline and luck really.

But even in a jet like this, flying all the way to Egypt was more than just a skip and a jump. It was well enough time to dwell on your own inexperience and shortcomings, to wonder if this was the last time you’d ever do anything at all.

“Hey,” Peter’s voice was quiet, just to you, as you glanced over, having been mired only in your own thoughts until that moment.

He was sitting beside you, both of you strapped in these jump seats that ran along both sides of the jet. Vaguely you realized the others had started talking once more as well then. Maybe that was why he felt more comfortable speaking to you again now.

He hadn’t addressed you directly since you’d reunited with the others. Though you wouldn’t blame him if he was just as nervous as you were deep down. But from his self deprecating jokes in front of your friends earlier, about still living at home with his mother, he would at least seem better at hiding fear if he did have any.

“Hey,” You answered back reflexively, looking at him fully again.

“So uh....” He was chewing a piece of gum, as if some part of him still had to stay in motion in order to remain comfortable. “That car, that was pretty sweet. That yours or what?”

Honestly it took you a very long, awkward pause before you could piece together any idea of what he was referring to. But being that you’d only known him since literally just earlier today, there wasn’t anything else he could possibly mean. “The yellow convertible?” You questioned anyway, not really surprised by much of anything now.

“Yeah, I mean, I take the road if there is one. I saw you guys on the way to the house,” He answered, still offering a little explanation regardless. “Looked like you knew what you were doing though.” There was a more sheepish grin emerging. “I was going to stop and say hey I guess. But then I saw the, you know, fireball coming out the house and all, had to go see what that was about. Save everybody or whatever...” He trailed off after a bit, maybe realizing that you were just letting him ramble.

It reminded you of how you’d acted with him during the whole lab fiasco. He seemed the more confident one down there, while you got easily flustered. You really wondered if having your friends here now was making the difference. As if he was more unsure of himself when there was a potential audience to hear what you might say back to him.

It was interesting, getting to put more of those pieces together, or at least starting to be able to when it came to him. For putting on the display of an extrovert, and if you could finally admit it, even him being an outright flirt, you felt more and more sure that that was only skin deep really. That was just the outer layer he protected himself with.

“It was one of the Professor’s cars,” You smiled genuinely, probably the first one since they’d told you where you were going in this jet and why. “We were on our way back from the mall.”

That warmth from you seemed to ease him back into his normal tone, maybe a slight relief in him that you didn’t find it off putting that he’d already taken notice of you before you even knew he was anywhere around.

“Oh, mallrat, huh?” He quipped, “I can picture that.”

He was teasing, but you gave it right back. “There is no way you can tell me that you don’t end up in music stores wherever you live, like a lot.” You hadn’t forgotten his band t-shirt after all. You thought you’d seen him putting away headphones at some point too. “And that leather jacket and pants you had? Come on, that didn’t come from some bargain clothes rack.”

You might have had him for just a moment there. Just a flicker of surprise in his eyes to know you really had paid him that much attention, before he retorted, “Hey, what’s the point of a fast car if it has no style, right?”

“Says the guy who most people can’t even see until he slows down.” But you were purposeful to make clear in your tone that that wasn’t an insult at all, just continuing a little more bravely afterward, “Though their loss I guess.”

There was no mistake then, he really did pause. You could feel the slightest bit of heat in your face again, but you were not about to take that back. Not when you didn’t even know what was really awaiting you all at the end of this flight.

And you were still the next one to speak, that resolve remaining. “If we make it out of this, maybe you can come with me back over there to our mall. Help me pick out some new stuff.” You tried not to make it sound funny, but on some cosmic level it still was. “Seeing as how my room and everything I owned was incinerated and all.”

“Deal.” He said immediately. Only a little afterward seeming to realize that maybe he sounded a bit too eager. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “I mean, I’m pretty good at Ms. Pac Man too. They have an arcade, right?”

“Yes.” You answered, trying not to look too amused, and going along with him to help him feel more comfortable. “I can’t say I’m actually any good, but they do have a Flash Gordon pinball machine I always play. And a couple of air hockey tables. That’s my go-to.” No question with his speed that he would likely annihilate you on both. But the idea of being in a much simpler, safer place like that with him some day was a pleasant one right now.

“Oh yeah. I can show you a thing or two.” He was clearly back in his element then, looking smug once more.

“I’m sure you will.” You could only wonder if the god complex mutant and his lackeys you were now off to go challenge would have any idea that in the back of your mind you’d now be dreaming of a simple date in an arcade as extra motivation to get back home in one piece.

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It wasn’t long before things had started spiraling in quick succession again. You’d all arrived in Cairo to find it essentially destroyed, save for what this fake god had already erected in monument to himself. A huge pyramid in the style of the ancient Egyptians, one he’d taken Xavier hostage inside.

It hadn’t been clear though how much of the destruction was done by this mutant, and how much had actually been at Magneto’s hands as it was with more shock that you’d found him in the middle of this as well. Now serving this apocalyptic mutant.

You knew enough about Magneto to both fear and respect him. Even though his history with the Professor went back so many years, Erik Lehnsherr as he was actually named was always more on the side of peace through violence. While Xavier preached ideals of tolerance and education for regular humans to one day accept mutant kind, Magneto thought them incapable of such, and had no qualms on preemptive strikes against non mutants as well as eye for an eye type vengeance.

But even for Magneto this seemed surprising. He would really just give Xavier up this way? As you’d gotten closer, Jean had sensed that Apocalypse (what you were now calling the new enemy in your own mind) intended to take over the Professor’s body, possessing him permanently to gain access to his mind control powers and become basically omniscient. He’d be unstoppable with everyone as his puppets then. Free will would cease to exist.

“You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid!” Raven called back to all of you as the jet was landing. “Get Charles and I’ll take care of Erik.”

You’d snapped back to attention at the orders, and you saw that Peter was suddenly at her side.

He looked so focused all at once, “I can get you in there,” He told her, referring to the debris field of broken buildings and all else now churning, stuck in a huge magnetic orb with Magneto at its center. When she didn’t look sure, he continued quickly. “I came here for him, let me help you.”

Raven nodded to Peter then in agreement, knowing there was no time for more back and forth. “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here!”

You too knew what was at stake, there was no reason to argue, even if there still must have been concern on your face. You didn’t understand Peter’s change and sudden fixation on Magneto.

But it was only Kurt that spoke up immediately, yelling back to Raven and Peter, “We’re not leaving without you!”

Peter looked back at that, “Don’t worry.” In fact, you realized he was looking directly to you for one moment. “We’ll catch up.”

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While Peter had sped Raven out of sight to try and reason with Magneto, Moira had stayed with the jet and Hank had come with you, Scott, Jean, and Kurt.

But as you all ran along the rubble, trying to make your way to the pyramid, it hadn’t been but moments until you encountered Apocalypse’s other soldiers, mutants set on stopping you all from interfering by any means necessary.

A tall, blonde man with wings made out of metal, a ninja seeming woman with a pinkish purple energy she could wield from her hand like a blade even while also carrying a katana, and a girl nearer your own age with stark white hair and seemingly the most power out of the three as she’d flown right towards you throwing lightning bolts from her hands.

You’d had no choice but to split up. Which you were sure was what they’d wanted even as you’d chosen to try and take the white haired girl’s attention. You didn’t really want to find out what would happen if one of those bolts struck you directly, but you could guess you had the best chance of anyone to maybe absorb some of it in your energy form.

You’d immediately powered up, glowing white as she’d chased you around the sky, both of you darting and flying in some kind of bizarre dog fight.

Your heart had been racing though, no amount of training at the mansion could actually prepare you for dueling with someone who actually wished to harm you. Everything to this point had just been about learning to control your powers, maybe even firing an energy blast at a dummy or paper target or two. But you’d never tried to hurt anyone. Not on purpose.

“Why are you helping him!?” You yelled out to her, swerving again as she tried to get close enough to you to land a hit. You generated an orb of light energy from one hand, letting it destabilize before you threw it towards her. It collapsed into itself, exploding to make a shockwave through the air that pushed her back again.

“He’s going to make it so we never have to hide what we are again!” She growled back in frustration, steadying herself in the air before her eyes hazed over into solid white.

You doubted that could be good, and of course it wasn’t as she raised her arms, a tornado like blast of wind then trying to knock you from the sky. You were able to shield yourself somewhat with your force fields, but the barrage of debris and wreckage that came with the winds made it too difficult to keep track of her as she did nearly land a direct lightning strike then.

“You’re wrong!” You yelled back, even as you felt numb and disoriented briefly, like the electricity surge was messing with your own energy. “He’s just using all of you! He only wants slaves, nothing more! And you’re just going to hand us all to him!”

She didn’t answer back after that, but you knew it wasn’t as if you could change anyone’s mind for them. She’d have to live with her own choices, just as you’d have to live with yours.

After a good while of this tit for tat though, you were really trying to take her out of the sky at last, knowing you needed to find and help the others as this had already been going on for far too long. You started trying to get her in the chest with white energy beam after energy beam shooting from your hands. She was fast, but you were able to at least get her in one shoulder at last as she spun with the force, losing altitude quickly with the hit.

Even as she fell, you could see her already correcting course though, trying to take aim at you again as she glared upwards.

But you didn’t get to see what happened next. A three fingered hand grasped your left arm suddenly from thin air, and then you were collapsing onto the floor of the jet you’d come here in.

“Gotcha, time to go!” Kurt spoke quickly as you looked to him in surprise, that strange burning smell hanging in the air briefly that always accompanied his teleporting. It was as instant a feeling as moving with Peter, but thankfully without the subsequent vertigo as you stood quickly, powering down, even as you were already looking around for the speedster.

With relief you did see Jean cradling the Professor’s head as they sat on the floor, Xavier unconscious but still breathing. But you did not see Peter or Raven.

Moira and Hank were already firing up the jet engines and you grabbed hold to the wall as you felt the craft quickly rising. “What about Peter and Raven?” You called out over the noise of the turbines spooling up faster and faster.

“We’ll have to trust them to figure it out, we’ve got to get Charles out of here now!” Hank answered back, leaving no room for debate.

You felt an unease building in your stomach, but it was true that if Apocalypse got Xavier, that Peter, Raven, or anyone else would then no longer matter anyway. At least for now you could hope Peter would just take Raven and run somewhere far from here. Xavier and Jean could use their psychic abilities to find them later and you could reunite.

But a hard thud above you left you all looking upward as the jet rattled.

“What the hell was that!?” Moira called out.

As soon as you saw that pinkish energy blade emerging through the jet’s hull, you had already powered up again, glowing and ready to shield the others as best you could. Apocalypse’s soldiers were proving too difficult to shake.

Yet Jean had other plans, “Everyone, grab onto Kurt!” She yelled.

You didn’t know what altitude you were already at, but you knew it wasn’t a survivable one for the jet itself if it was ditched now. Yet a fight in this close of quarters with all your powers would likely end in the same result. So her choice wasn’t as irrational as it first seemed.

You reached one hand quickly back, firmly grabbing onto Kurt’s shoulder, even as you kept your other hand raised towards where the metal winged mutant and the blade wielding woman were now trying to force their way in through the breach they’d created in the hull.

“I’ve never done it with this many people!” Kurt warned as you all held to him.

“Get us out of here!” Jean commanded, her desperation bringing out a forcefulness you hadn’t yet seen from her.

But Kurt was still straining, the sound of his opening whatever portal he used clearly heard but not bringing you anywhere as he tried several times.

The man with the metal wings jumped down into the cockpit, now just feet away as you realized what you had to do.

“Go without me!” You screamed over the rush of wind now coming through the hull breach. You let go of Kurt, making direct eye contact with Jean.

You could get out on your own. At least you were going to try. It was the only way. Kurt wasn’t able to take you all.

You felt that Jean was listening, that she heard your thoughts and that as difficult as it was, she agreed just as quickly. It was the only way.

“Do it!” She urged Kurt even through the horrified look he gave you both.

“I’m taking it down.” You also heard her voice say in your head almost simultaneously. That briefest warning to ready yourself before she willed the controls to throw the plane into a nosedive and cause Apocalypse’s soldiers to lose their footing.

The last you saw of your other friends was still their shocked and frightened expressions as they disappeared from right in front of you. But this was your only chance as well, propelling yourself as fast you could, right through the fading cloud of gas they left behind and past the now tumbling winged mutant as all your focus went to that small square of sunlight that they’d cut into the hull.

It was your one window of survival. For just the briefest moment, you felt him try to grab hold of your leg as you flew past him. But you kicked him with the other leg as hard as you could manage, breaking free into the open air as the jet plummeted on without you.

Out the corner of your eye you saw the woman had remained on the outside of the jet, but jumped free from it as well. You lost sight of her as you both fell, focusing only on trying to slow your descent to a survivable speed. It was one thing to levitate yourself up from a neutral position, and wholly another to try and control your energy field around yourself enough to reverse the terminal velocity transferred to you from being within a crashing plane.

The ground still came too fast, too hard. You blacked out on impact, laying alone in the dirt as your light energy faded, receding back inside you.

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An unknown time later, something jolted you awake. You could hear screaming as you opened your eyes. You were laying on your side. Everything hurt and you could taste blood in your mouth.

But you were already forcing yourself back up as you swallowed. Disoriented as you were, you still recognized that voice. It was Peter. He was hurt.

You were looking all around you, and it didn’t take long to see the source and reason for the screams.

Not far from you at all, Apocalypse stood in a clearing from all the rubble. Peter right beside him, half crumpled to the ground. One of Peter’s feet was encased in the earth, trapping him there like an animal in a snare. His other leg was clearly broken, twisted at a grossly unnatural angle.

You felt a foreign rage beginning to burn up inside you, but before you could even physically react you saw the woman with the katana again. Nowhere in your mind did you take any time to consider how she would look so clean and uninjured having just come from the same circumstances as you of barely escaping the crashing jet.

All you saw was her walking towards her master, sword at the ready to finish Peter.

“Stop, (Y/N)!”

Charles screaming inside your head was the only thing that kept you from revealing yourself at that moment.

“It’s Raven! I’m telling you, it’s Raven!” Even Charles was struggling to break through your flaring emotions, as he repeated himself desperately. “He’ll kill you, (Y/N)! Stay in place, I beg you!”

The Professor had never spoken to you in such a way before. You gripped onto the broken wall in front of you, still only just obscured from their view as you saw Apocalypse grab Peter by the hair, jerking the young man’s head back roughly to expose his throat to the woman.

“It’s Raven, please trust her!” Charles did not let go. You could feel him actually starting to control you even, something he had absolutely never done before, though your emotions were exploding like they also never had. He didn’t want you to make a life ending mistake.

“(Y/N), please.” He called again and you realized you were being held in place, unable to move out any further. You were forced to only watch as the woman raised her blade, Peter wincing in fear and pain beneath her as she swung it.

But it was only Apocalypse’s throat that ripped open. Yet even in your surprise, any sense of victory was still non existent. No blood poured from the wound, and it healed completely within moments as he only grabbed his supposed traitor by the neck, holding her up immediately.

Raven’s feet hung in the air while she choked, her blue skin and true appearance quickly returning as she could no longer control her disguise as Apocalypse strangled her.

And it was only then that you felt Xavier letting go of you, in his own shock as Apocalypse tried to bait him out.

“Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings!” Apocalypse challenged aloud, still dangling the now helpless Raven while Peter stayed trapped at their feet. “Give your life for theirs!”

He was going to kill her right in front of you. You powered up, knowing there was no other choice. You had to-

“No. I’m still connected to him. Let me get in his head, (Y/N), then you can go to them.” The professor spoke quickly, yet with a touch of new resolve.

“Charles! Will you do nothing?” The false god continued to bellow.

This time you listened without being forced to. You did see Apocalypse pause as if Xavier was indeed making contact. It was still an agonizing wait, but when he finally let go of Raven, you allowed yourself some shred of hope. You’d never seen anyone be able to overpower the Professor mentally, once he was fully in.

But that hope was also short lived as just moments later Apocalypse raised his hand abruptly. At will he dissolved the outer wall of a nearby building. You could see Scott and Hank then exposed, themselves just as surprised and staring out. But you knew it could only mean that Apocalypse had used Xavier’s connection against him just that quickly to root out his hiding place.

This could be the end then. You resigned yourself that the only choice was to die fighting if that is what it had to be. But you weren’t as alone as you thought.

As Apocalypse had left Peter and Raven behind, now striding confidently to his prize, two massive steel beams suddenly shot into his path. They buried themselves into the ground, crossing into an X to block him.

You looked back into the sky, glad in this single moment that you had been right about at least one thing. Magneto wouldn’t give Xavier up in the end. Not without bloodshed anyway.

“You betray me?” Apocalypse asked, already turning to deal with Erik instead.

“No. I betrayed them.” Magneto unleashed hell then, every bit of metal he could pull shooting towards Apocalypse in an unending assault as the other raised a shield that incinerated each and every piece as it hit. But doing so clearly taxed him, allowing the perfect moment for the rest of you to join the battlefield.

You got to Peter almost simultaneously as Hank got to Raven. You and Beast were clearly in the same mindset of getting the injured out of the immediate firefight before you would join in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, the Professor froze me,” You spoke in quick apology to Peter, using a small energy blast to break up the earth that had been hardened around his trapped foot. Once cracked, you broke the rest of it free just with your fingers.

He was obviously surprised, grateful, and maybe even confused all at once as you gently lifted him with the help of your powers. You wrapped his arm around your shoulders, trying to mind his broken leg as you helped support him while gliding over to a safer spot some distance away.

“Stay here.” You spoke, sitting him down so his back was against a mostly still standing wall to shelter them.

Hank was sitting Raven down in the same manner beside him as Peter suddenly spoke up to you. “Wait.”

You were still crouched in front of him, you’d been about to stand back up when his hand went around the back of your neck and pulled you in closer.

Before you could register anything else, you felt his lips press against yours. It was a bit harsh, desperate even, and then it was over just as fast as you pulled back in surprise.

“In case we don’t ever get to make it to that arcade,” he responded to your shocked expression that was still evident even in your energy form like this.

You took a breath, now was not the time for verbalizing any of this. But you wanted to show you agreed with the sentiment. You leaned back in, kissing him yourself for one longer moment, one hand gently cupping the side of his face before you stood back up. He allowed the contact readily and you could only wonder what it felt like to him when you were enveloped in light like this.

Hank and Raven just gave you both the most confused of looks, but nothing was said as you and Beast had then rushed back off to throw yourselves into the fight.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

[justfandomwritings]

Like a Human (Erik Lensherr - Part One)

Pairing: Magneto/Erik Lensherr x Mutant!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none yet.... spoilers maybe? Do you have to warn for spoilers for movies that are old? This takes place entirely inside Days of Future Past

Summary: “Our roles are nothing more than how the times choose to cast us.” -Magneto

Notes: The summary is just an epigraph of a Magneto comics quote, but it does more to explain the inspiration of this fic than a proper summary would. This one goes out to some of the 38 Magneto fic requests I got when I put up a post asking for some.

Charles had wanted to go himself.

Charles knew the world Logan was going back to. He knew what he himself was going through, where Erik was, how Mystique thought. Had Charles gone, he needn’t worry about Logan convincing him of the future, pulling him from his despair, reuniting him with his abilities. Had Charles gone, he would have been in control of his own body. Breaking Erik out and stopping Mystique would have been far easier. 

It was with a heavy heart he admitted that Logan was best suited for the task at hand. The task before Logan was more monumental than he knew. 

The three of them, Charles, Erik, Logan, they were all very different men at the time.

There was no telling where Logan would wake up, what situation he was in, how far he would have to travel. He was no one to Charles, and Charles may as well have been no one to him. Logan would have to convince a total stranger he was time travelling to save the universe. Not to mention if the link broke too soon, they would be throwing a wild, unpredictable man into the heart of the action and could leave the situation far worse than they’d found it.

Charles was without his abilities, and he was a long way from getting them back. He was weak, depressed, and alone; even with Hank around, he was alone. He would need to be rescued from the brink in a way Charles wasn’t sure Logan would be capable of, not because Charles doubted Logan but because he doubted himself. Logan would turn up on his doorstep, and Charles wouldn’t know if he was lying or not. Charles would need to be convinced of everything, and even if Logan managed that Charles would be of almost no help whatsoever unless he stopped his treatment months before he ever had in this timeline. 

And Erik? Erik was miles away from Charles. He wasn’t just miles underground; they were miles apart emotionally. They blamed each other, hated each other. 

It had taken a miracle to get them speaking again. 

A miracle with a name.

“You’ll need help,” Charles voiced the thought before he could stop himself. “You can’t do this alone.”

Kitty sat up in her seat, back rigid as a board. “Charles,” her tone was warning again, “I can’t send you back. Even if I could send two people…”

“You won’t need to.” 

Charles wheeled his chair around to face the corner. Bedecked in all but his helmet, Magneto sat on the sill of one of the window, looking out into the blizzard without really seeing anything past the glass. “Erik,” Charles called to his friend.

Magneto didn’t turn at the name. He didn’t break the glaze that seemed to have washed over his face. Wherever he was, it wasn’t in the room. 

“June 1973.” 

The rest of the room was silent. They’d been bustling around. Iceman had been barricading the other entrances for what good it would do. Storm had been agitating the sky, bringing in mountains of snow for some kind of cover from the approaching army. Warpath sat at the doors, watching for anything that might be coming, and Kitty and Bishop had been explaining the process to an unflappable Wolverine. 

There was something about the way Charles spoke. Whenever he opened his mouth, they all stopped to listen. His words were for Magneto, but for some reason everyone felt the need to hear them.

Magneto turned his head, meeting Charles’s gaze. They sat like that for a moment, watching each other. Those who didn’t know them, would be forgiven for thinking that was all they were doing, but the subtle nods and gentle shakes of Charles’s head told the rest of the room that they were talking amongst themselves. 

Whatever they were discussing, it seemed to be frustrating the older mutant. Magneto’s face contorted in further discomfort at every hint of movement Charles made. They spoke without words, and Magneto clearly didn’t like where the conversation was heading.

Only Magneto seemed to know what Charles meant by telling Kitty, ‘You won’t need to.’ All the rest were baffled, not only at what Charles could be implying but at how Magneto had understood it instantly from nothing. 

They argued in silence, and it was unmistakably an argument. Magneto was more on edge with every moment that Charles stared. 

“She could help, Erik.” Charles pleaded quietly. “June 1973.”

There was another long pause as the men squared off, the other occupants waiting to see whose will would bend first. 

Magneto sighed and pushed to his feet. It seemed a sign of resignation. The desperation still touched his brow, but he was done debating. 

“After you find me,” Magneto addressed Wolverine, even though he still faced Charles, “Stop in London, on your way to Mystique.” 

“What’s in London?” Wolverine asked.

“A girl.” 

Not a very helpful explanation. There were many girls in London; Logan would even wager there were many mutant girls in London. “How will I find her?”

“You won’t.” Charles rolled back to Logan’s side with a sad smile. “She’ll find you.” 

“Why does he need her?” The question came from Kitty. It was probably one Logan should have asked, but in truth it hadn’t occurred to him. 

Magneto walked over and shared a long side-eyed look with Charles, as if they hadn’t whispered in front everyone enough that night.

Charles answered, hedging on how to explain without giving Logan too much. “She may well be one of the greatest mutants to ever live. If you find her, she could save you all.”  

Magneto’s lips twitched up, only slightly, into a sneer. “She’s more than that,” he argued before turning to Logan. “She’s my wife, or at least she will be.” 

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“Are you Logan?” 

The man came running up to their group while they exited the plane. 

Logan paused on the steps as the man approached Hank at the bottom of the stairs. 

Hank glanced back up the steps towards the rest of the group, clearly pleading for help, for how to respond.

“I’m Logan,” Logan pushed by Magneto and made his way down to join the worried Hank.

“Of course you are. I should’ve known.” 

The frazzled young man, clad in a jacket that labelled him ‘landing crew’, was clearly flustered. He fumbled around, patting over his chest and down to the pockets of his jeans. 

“Here,” He tucked two fingers into his back pocket and produced a piece of paper. “She told me to give you this message.”

“She?” Logan snatched the paper from the man’s hand and unfolded it quickly.

‘It’s rude to yank things from another person’s hand, Logan. Do apologize to Tim, but make it quick. You need to meet me at the address on the back as soon as you can.” 

“How did she…” Logan froze. He read the words twice, mumbling them under his breath to make sure he got them right. “I-I’m sorry,” Logan half-heartedly said to the man, side stepping past him onto the tarmac, “but we have to go.”

“Yes, she said that too,” The younger man pointed into the distance where a black van was speeding off the road towards their chosen hangar. “That’s for you.” 

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The van pulled to a stop in front of a block apartments not far from the airport.

“Third floor,” The driver didn’t bother to turn around but instead pointed up at the building just behind his parking spot. 

“Do we even know who this woman is?” Magneto growled as he slipped out of the car.

Logan eyed the peeling yellow facade of the apartment complex. He stuffed his hands into his pockets to hide the claws that were slowly beginning to push out of his skin. “I think I have an idea,” or at least he had the start of one, and it was not at all an idea he liked.

Charles, Hank, and Magneto filed along after Logan through a heavy metal door, which the metal wielder pulled closed behind the group.

They slogged up to the third floor where Logan glanced down at the paper the airport employee had handed him. “317.” 

“This way,” Charles pointed out a sign and headed off away from the landing. 

Apartment 317 was six doors down on the left. It was the only number placard that hadn’t been defaced with some form of graffiti or stolen all together. The otherwise dingy hallway was slightly brighter in front of the door, underneath the only bulb that was actually shining as opposed to flickering out its last burst light. 

This was the sort of place Logan was used to before he met Charles Xavier. Shady tennants, dirty floors, questionable facilities. This was the sort of place most mutants were used to outside of the school. Even, apparently, the incredibly powerful ones.

Charles lifted his hand, but before he could knock a voice inside shouted, “It’s open!” He hesitated for a moment before he tested the knob.

The door swung wide on an incredibly bare apartment that looked just as old and lackluster as the hall outside, albeit far cleaner. 

There was nothing more to the room than an oversized couch shoved against the opposite side of the room and two doorways, both open, on the right-hand wall.

The old wooden floorboards squeaked in protest when the men stepped over them to enter the living room. 

“In here,” A voice called from one of the open doors.

Logan caught Charles by the shoulder as he made for the voice. “Behind me,” Logan whispered, stepping ahead of his would-be mentor.

Logan led Magneto followed by Hank and Charles into the room from which the voice had come. 

Instantly, the smell of food overwhelmed them.

The kitchen was similarly bare to the living room. A stove, an oven, a fridge, and a hodgepodge of mismatched counters took up most of the tiny room. There was only just enough space for the rickety round table and the five chairs shoved under its lip. A door against the back wall, no doubt, couldn’t be opened without entirely removing the nearest seat from the room.

In amongst the shabby appliances was the back of a young woman. She moved busily between two burners on the stove and the plates and utensils cluttering the table. As they entered, she turned and deposited a healthy portion of eggs on each of the four plates. 

Her eyes didn’t even look up at their approach. It wasn’t like she could’ve missed them. The floor groaned and creaked with every move made by any of the men, a built in alarm against intruders if there ever was one.

“That really wasn’t necessary Logan,” The woman didn’t bother to check who was in the doorway and continued cooking. “I don’t bare Charles any ill will.”

Seeing there wasn’t an immediate or hostile threat, Charles took an uncertain step around his new found bodyguard and asked, rather skeptically, “Then do you mind telling us what we’re doing here?”

“Well,” The woman picked up a pan and began dispensing bacon onto three of the plates, “You’re in London because Charlie wanted Logan to come and find me, and Erik told him where to look.” She dropped the empty pan back on the stove. “And you’re in my apartment,” speaking absently, she fiddled with the knobs to turn off the burner, “because I know none of you have eaten since you broke Erik here out of his cell.” 

The woman in question wiped her hands clean on a dish rag before finally turning to properly face the group of men for the first time.

She was pretty. Most people would even call her beautiful. Though, she was by no means otherworldly as Logan had been expecting; there was nothing about her appearance that conveyed to him that she was a mutant of any real power. 

Logan wasn’t particularly enchanted by her voice or drawn in by any of her features. Sure, she had a kind smile and an even complexion, lips colored a shade of red that could go from sophisticated to sinful in a heartbeat. But she was just a woman, a beautiful young woman, a seemingly normal one at that. She looked human.

“Telepath?” Charles asked, moving cautiously towards the nearest chair. “How else could you know where we just came from?”

The woman laughed, though it wasn’t a very hearty sound. It tinkled half-heartedly then died in the air. “If I was a telepath, I would’ve had to read your mind across the Atlantic for Tim to be waiting for your plane to land.” 

“Then what are you?” Hank asked.

He and Erik both moved to join Charles at the table. Their steps were both slow, cautious. Neither of them trusted this woman, and while Hank’s expression seemed worried and concerned, Erik’s was deadly.

“A mutant, like all of you.” She chirped. 

“And do you have a name?” Erik stood behind the seat he’d claimed. 

Something told Logan he was waiting for everyone else to sit down, waiting for everyone to be well within range of the metal knives their host had placed on the table. 

“(Y/n),” The woman slumped into the chair without a plate in front of it and motioned to the empty chair. “Do join us Logan. You’re not actually worried about me killing you. We both know poison couldn’t do the trick.”

“No,” Logan agreed, taking one deliberate step after another, “But I’m pretty sure you can.” 

A smirk tugged the edge of (Y/n)’s lip, but it was gone as quick as it appeared, and Logan took his seat. 

“Bold assumption,” She mused, “Would it settle you at all to know I have no intention of hurting any of you?” 

“No, not even if I believed you.”

“Fair enough,” She shrugged.

With the rest of the table occupied, Erik took the final chair at the woman’s side and an uncomfortable silence settled over them.

No one made a move to eat, and no one seemed to know what to say to fill the silence.

No one except (Y/n), perhaps. She lounged comfortably in her chair, pushing it up on the back two legs. There was a content grin on her face, and she was inspecting her nails with a deep interest that Logan was fairly sure was fake. Something in her expression told Logan that she was amused by all of this. A glint in her eyes as they scanned over her fingers, an arch of her brow. 

Over the years, Logan had, out of necessity, gotten good at reading people, and he didn’t need any powers to do it. She was enjoying this, he could tell. How uncomfortable she made Erik and Charles, she was revelling in it. 

“I know who you are.” Logan pressed her. They didn’t have the time for these games, or at least he didn’t think they did.

Her eyes flitted up to him quickly. “Well obviously,” she hummed, “you wouldn’t be here if they didn’t send you.” 

Logan leaned in, hovering over his plate on the table, as if getting closer would help get his point across. “I know who you are, what you did. Erik told me everything.” 

There was a loud bang as the front two legs of her chair came crashing to the floor. Even as she brought herself crashing back to earth, (Y/n)’s expression didn’t change. Her features froze as they were before. The life didn’t leave her eyes, but it seemed, for a moment, to pause its merriment. 

“Then he really must be in dire straits.” Her tone had cooled off, slipped into an emotionless droan of words. 

“Would you mind,” Charles cut in, “explaining it to the rest of us?”

(Y/n) trailed her eyes over Charles, “It’s sad you have to ask.” (Y/n) let her sentence hang in the air with genuine grief before she pushed to her feet.

Charles, likewise, looked down, pained.  

“Eat while I talk. This will take some time, and we don’t want to waste a moment.”

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(Y/n) returned to the table with a paper and pen and set it out before the men who were hesitantly chewing down breakfast. 

“So,” She drew two parallel lines coming up from the bottom of the paper, “Think of time as a road, and we, the universe, are a car.” A boxlike shape joined her sketch between the lines. “The road is one way, and while we’re on it, we have to be moving forward.”

As she talked, (Y/n) began to add roads, branches coming off every inch on both sides of her original path. “Everyone, young and old, is inside the car and has a hand on the wheel.” Some took steep angles away from her first road; others ran virtually parallel to it; others still branched off from the branches she was adding. She was, slowly but surely, making a web of lines across the page. “And every time any of us make a decision, we turn the wheel.” 

She traced an arrow from the car up one of the roads running parallel to it. “Most decisions have little effect on the world beyond the person who’s made them. We’re so close to where we were before that when we look out the window the scenery and direction haven’t changed, and none of us can tell the difference.”

(Y/n) continued  arrow, this time following a branch off the parallel that took a far steeper angle. “Other decisions, turns of the wheel, change the world so emphatically that everyone feels the effects, and our course is forever altered.”

(Y/n) went back to doodling in lines, slowly filling up the bottom of the page as she carried on. “Every turn off the first road is a decision someone made, and every decision someone makes results in a turn. The only question is how drastically it removes us from where we began.”

Ceasing her doodles for a moment, (Y/n) drew their attention by circling three times around a section of road she had just added, two parallel roads in the bottom corner, both taking a sharp curve away and off the edge of the page. 

“There are, however, some things that are beyond decision. Bends in the road, as it were. Things that, by virtue of being on the road we are on, will happen; things no one decided and no decision can avoid. Call it karma or fate, whatever suits you, but they’re there. Some of them are small, only happening on a few paths we create. Others are so colossal,” (Y/n) vigorously shaded in a strip of paper an inch above the end of her highest road, “that by virtue of moving forward in time, we will encounter them, and they will happen. The difference between a bend around a hill, only taken by roads that come at it from a certain angle, or the inevitable need of a bridge crossing over a river.” 

(Y/n) drew in a road, a bridge presumably, going over the shaded strip and continuing up to the end of the page. 

Her pen ran off the top of the page, and with it she went silent, and a long moment passed as she stared at it, unseeing.

She hadn’t looked up or ceased once during her entire explanation, not as they ate, not even when Hank let out an audible huff.

“This is an interesting theory of time, but what does it have to do with why the future sent us here?” Hank pressed. There was a subtle inflection to the way he said the word theory. He was far too kind to call anyone wrong to their face, but Hank was a scientist in heart and in mind. He didn’t generally stand for rambling misinformation. 

(Y/n) returned his expectant look with an equally expectant smile, as if she’d already known the answer to his question before he even thought to ask it. “Darling, I’m the map.”

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The girl who fell between two worlds 6/? {Avengers x Reader.}

summary: my guess is as good as yours.

warning: angst, fluff? mentions of drowning, blood, yelling, cringe af, save yourselves, I reached 100 blocks! whoo! I’ve wanted to ask if "Loki" or "Peter for y/n's love interest?

you thought you knew?

you knew what pain is? drowning? blood? pain?

no you didn’t.

and you’ll feel it now.

y/n opened her eyes to be blinded by the sun, she used her hands to shield her eyes away and sat up, no one was there, it was just her room, she looked at her stomach and saw no wounds, or sign of blood. she sighed and sat up.

it was just a dream.

“Y/N! A FRIEND OF YOURS IS HERE AND I’M OFF TO WORK!” her mom called out.Friend?

“coming mom!” she yelled back and stood up, she wrapped her blanket around her as she walked down the stairs, when she reached down,she was surprised to see her dad in a good mood. But that boy beside him, she didn’t know her, but she immediately made eye contact.

“hey y/n, you said we were going do the project today..you know, because it’s due tomorrow?”  The boy thought she forgot.. judging by the blanket that was wrapped around her.

“I’m..Not sure we were given some projects.” 

“Yes we were, talking on the phone last night..” The guy seemed pretty serious so,she nodded her head yes.

“oh yeah.. I’m sorry I forgot.” She laughed nervously, “Let’s go get the things upstairs?” She asked and he followed her upstairs.

when they reached her room, y/n closed the door shut and looked at him sharply, “Who are you and what do you want?” 

“I’m here to give you an option.” he smiles 

“Here or there y/n.. it’s easy.”  he shrugged, Y/n gave him a knowing look.

“but you are slowly dying there, if you go back there you might not make it still..” He looked at her waiting for an answer, 

“But what really is the dream?” y/n asked.

“I can’t tell you that.” he sighed. “this is getting dramatic they said it won’t get too dramatic..” he mumbled to himself.

“who?” 

“the one’s who brought you here of course. Now, choose.” A minute later, she did.

-

she heard beeping sounds but her eyes remained closed, The room was cold, she felt it, and the bed was familiar.

“Tony, she’ll wake up. soon.” It was Bruce, she smiled in her mind.

“I know, It’s just.. it’s been two months.” She heard her dad sigh, “I know we’re ‘gonna have to let her rest soon.” his voice broke in the end, and y/n felt her heart break as a tear escaped her eye. 

“she can hear you tony.” she felt a hand wipe the tear away from her left cheek, “Tell her nice things.” a much womanly voice spoke, maybe it was Pepper, because she had the most comforting voice y/n ever heard.

“I sued the the ones who bullied you.” Tony said, holding her hand.

“her heart rate is getting faster.” Bruce informed, and Tony chuckled.

“That’s my girl.”

It’s been days and everyday was the same, darkness, she hears a couple of times that you’re getting better.

“Wake up, y/n, peter misses you.” 

“Hey!I miss you too.” It the Asgardian brothers.

“And me too!” Thor said loudly.

It went on and on, y/n listened to their stories, them begging for her to wake up, but she simply cant even if she wanted to.

“well.. we’re going now...” They left but Loki stayed.

“Is it just darkness? I know you don’t like getting bored..” she felt Loki touch her forehead.

“Hello.” Loki smiled at her, and she smiled back.

“Loki, Oh how I’ve missed talking to someone.” she looked around and she was still in a bed.

“Well, you’re welcome, I bet it’s more depressing here than in a cell.” 

“It is!” she groaned , she wondered how Loki appeared clearly in her eyes.. well mind, Even in a dark place. “My eyes feel so dry, and All i can do is listen to you.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come soon enough.” He said sighing to himself.

“It’s fine, I’m just happy I’m talking to someo--” they were cut off by someone outside and Loki disappearing, Y/n was yet again left alone in her thought and darkness, she listened.

“Loki, what are you doing here? your brother’s looking for you.” y/n realized it was Natasha.

“I was just speaking to y/n.. I’ll be leaving.” she heard him stand up, as the chair’s feet rubbed on the floor making an unpleasant sound, she felt the bed dip, Loki leaned in, “see you soon love.”

The door opened and closed shut, “Y/n’s got a boyfriend” Natasha sang, Y/n loved listening to her since she talked to her like she was awake.

“Thor prepared Pop Tarts for you when they came here from Asgard, he was so gloomy when he heard about your condition.” Natasha said sadly, she remembered the happy look on the god’s face slowly disappearing

“Tony and Bruce fought, had to calm down the bug guy, Bruce though about injecting super serum on you but Tony said it was too dangerous, Then Bruce brought up unplugging the machine.” moments later she chuckled, “After that they apologized to each other because Pepper yelled at them for acting like kids. Strange’s here also, Bucky was so mad because he thought everyone was gathering around like-- like it was your funeral.”

“Wake up soon too.” It was the first time y/n heard those from her, “Everyone misses you.” 

and then suddenly, it was a flat line, Even y/n was surprised she was doing better and she dies for no reason?Natasha shouted for the others, y/n felt her soul slowly dripping away.

“did I do something wrong?”  Natasha’s voice broke, y/n felt numb, Tony and Bruce did everything until her heart starts beating again.

"She's back." And that y/n did, heart heart started beating again and she took a deep breath, Her eyes opened slightly and then looked around.

"Welcome back kid." Bucky hugged her but she didn't do the same.

"Who are you?" Her voice was low and came out in a whisper, Their faces fell and paled.

"Who-- Who am I?" Everyone could clearly see Bucky's heart breaking into a million pieces, Y/n just knew Bucky for three years but In those three years they helped each other through little problems, and that made them closer.

"y/n what year is it?" Tony asked her.

"2016. Dad? What's happening?" Y/n looked around hoping for a clear answer.

"It's 2019 love." Loki answered and her eyes widened.

"W-Why are you here?" A pained expression took over The Trickster's face, Y/n was always the one who accepted him, Him made him feel comfortable.

"He changed, Y/n in fact you're best friends.." Thor said, It was almost too much for her to take in but she nodded, Listening to their explanation carefully.

"Why can't I remember anything?" She mumbled.

"We'll figure it out, We'll tell you all the stories. Just rest for now okay?" Steve says, He figured it would put her in too much pressure if they told her everything immediately, She didn't even know about her powers.

"Okay." She kept her eyes on Loki and Bucky. Just before they were about to leave, Peter burst inside the door.

"Mr. Stark, How's y/--" Peter was cut off when he saw y/n awake,."You're awake." he grinned at her.

"And who are you?" Y/n tilted her head, Peter was also confused.

"We've been best friends since your Dad found out about me? Or do you have amnesia?" Peter laughed slightly, But he saw the look on everyone's face.

"....I think I'll come back later." Peter shut the door closed, And Y/n felt bad, she was making everyone feel sad.

"I'm...Sorry." she apologized but Steve just smiled at her and shook his head.

"It's fine. Go rest."

-

Y/n couldn't sleep, She was sleeping for a long time, She just stared at the TV, Not bothering to turn it on, What was happening?

She looked at the table beside her and there a phone rested, And there was a paper underneath it.

Professor Charles Xavier.

Y/N dialed the phone and waited as it ringed. Finally an elderly man answered.

"Hello? Is this Professor Charles Xavier?"

"Yes. Y/N?"

"Uhm, It's me.. But I don't remember you?--" She was about to explain when she was cut off.

"Tsk, Yes I know what happened, Is there any way I can help?"

"...can you help me remember?"

-

Y/n Escaped from her room with the Help of FRIDAY, she was on her way to the School when she heard her phone ring.

"Dad"

She answered but pulled the phone away from her ear, She could still hear his voice.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm on my way to the Xavier School, They're going to help me remember." She ended the call before Tony could reply.

The car came to a stop in front of a Mansion, She payed the driver and want out of the car.

The professor was waiting for her outside, She greeted him and they went inside to talk, Y/n knew the place was familiar, Everything was familiar for her.

"What do you want to know?" He asked her.

"Everything I forgot."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Of course she wasn't, She didn't even know this man and yet she was too desperate to say no. Then, Her mind went to another place, She saw a man with beautiful eyes approaching her, "Hello, I am Charles Xavier, And.. We're here to--"

"I know recruit me, I also know about the mutant thingy you know, where's your friend?" She asked, Charles knew that she was talking about Erik.

"He went to get some drinks..What is your powers?" Charles asked her.

"I don't know, I made the ground shake a couple of times when I get mad...I think. I'm not even from this world. Read my mind if you don't believe me." She smiled politely at him.

"No that would be too rude." He took a seat in front of her, And the memories went on and on until they reached A very sad one, It was Charles Laying down, on the sand of Cuba. Her blaming herself, And Then She was put back to her crappy life with her crappy family, until She woke up in the Avengers Tower, She remembered Loki, Bucky, And peter. she remembered her whole life from both worlds, After everything, She was put back to reality.

"Was that enough?"

"more than enough." she whispered.

So, Next chapter is last chapter PLEASE let me know what you think and.. LOKI OR PETER AS Y/N'S LOVE INTEREST?my friend wanted me to give her/you one so...Choose?

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Fire and Ice- Chapter One

Summary- You were one of the three founders of the X-men, but you’ve had enough of the world and after Charles dies you, Wade Wilson and Logan move to an isolated cabin in the forest. Because of the lack of leadership the X-men dissolve and go their seprate ways. One day the man you blame for a lot of you issues-Fury shows up at your door with the Avengers and Loki, he tells you that the world is coming to an end and it’s time to get the band back together.

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Message- Here’s the first chapter. Sorry if it sucks!!

Warnings- Drug use and mentions of torture-not in this chapter. 

Word Count- 1076

“We’re screwed!” Tony yells. “This Thanos guy is going to kill everyone! There’s no way we can take him down! Even with the help from the Guardians of the Galaxy! We need more people to fight!”

“I know a few people.” Fury says.

“We need an army, not a few people.” Steve says.

“These few people might be able to get you an army and even if they can’t they are basically unstoppable, they might be what we need to win this fight.” Fury says as he moves to pilot the plane.

“How could a few humans be powerful enough to win us this fight?” Loki whispers curiously.

“They aren’t human, they’re mutants.” Fury says

“What’s a mutant?” Spiderman asks.

“The next step in human evolution. They have an x-gene, often it’s dormant until puberty and when it is activated, the person gains an ability. It’s pretty rare, there are only about 1,000 mutants total around the world at any given moment.”

“Why does everyone not know about them?” Wanda asks.

“They’re good at policing themselves. They used to have a school where they would bring young mutants too, to teach them control. But it closed down a while ago, after a couple of unfortunate incidents. Incidents I helped cover up.” Fury answered. They asked a few more questions about mutants but eventually they landed in a clearing by a Lake. There was a small cabin near it. “This might get ugly.” Fury says as they all walk towards the cabin.

“Why, I thought you said you cleaned up some incidents for them.” Steve asks

“Yeah, and they don’t like how I cleaned up the last one.” Fury says as he stops at the front door. He takes a deep breath and then knocks. A minute later a man clad in a red and black mask and uniform answers the door.

“Well, well, well, have you come to die, Fury? Because that’s the only logical explanation for you coming here. I’m pretty sure Y/N, Logan and I promised you that the next time we saw you we would burn you to a crisp and then slice and dice you. But I’m feeling full of rage, so maybe we’ll start with the slicing and save the burning and dicing for later.” Wade says. Fury makes a face but he continues to stand his ground.

“Wade, who’s at the door?” You yell.

“Fury.” Wade yells back.

“Did you threaten him?” Logan yells.

“Ya, he didn’t run away screaming so it must be important.” Wade called back.

“Let us in Wilson, we have a lot to discuss.” Fury demands.

“Wait, is your name Wade or Wilson?” Steve asks.

“Wade Wilson, at your service.” He says as he takes a dramatic bow.

“Why are you wearing a mask if you are telling us your name?” Spiderman asks.

“That’s none of your business.” You say as you walk into the room. You were wearing one of Wade’s oversized shirts and a pair of shorts. “Now why the fuck are you here Fury? Last I checked you agreed that if we all scattered, you would leave us all alone.”

“Thanos is coming.” Fury says “He’s going to kill everyone to get the infinity stones.”

“That’s not the only reason he’s coming. He wants to get Deaths attention.” You whisper looking at Wade.

“I need to go see her, get some answers.” Wade murmurs.

“The three of us will go together, if you go alone there’s no guarantee she’ll give you back.” You say back.

“Who’s her?” Steve asks.

“Death.” You and Wade answer at the same time. You turn to Fury.

“Is that why you’re here? To have us get answers?”

“One of them, the other is I need you to call some of your old students. I need an army to fight what’s coming.” Fury says.

“They won’t be your army, Fury. They will be my team, as always. We will not answer to you, not after what you did.”

“He belongs in prison, you know that.” Fury says back.

“You’re right he does, but we’ll need him in this fight. If you want to win.” Logan says coming to stand behind you. Fury nods.

“Alright, but I want some of the others as well, I know that you know where a lot of them are.” Fury says.

“I will get you X-men, I will not call on any of the regular students.” You say and Fury nods. “We are going to have to split up. Logan, go get Warren and Kurt. Wade, get Piotr, Bobby and Kitty. I’m going to get Beast and Storm.” Then you look over at the Avengers seeing if any of them will be able to help. That’s when you notice the Black Panther quietly observing the whole interaction. “You.” You say as you point at him. “Can you get me into the White House? I need to speak to the Secretary of State.” He nods and moves away to make a call. “I don’t know how many of them will agree to do this. Most of them are still recovering from what happened with Jean.”

“You trained good soldiers, they’ll do what needs to be done to save the world.” Fury says back.

“They were never soldiers to me. That was Charles and Erik, they were the ones that trained them to be soldiers in a pointless war, I just wanted to help the children learn to control their abilities.” You murmur.

“You could have made it a normal school after Charles died.” Fury says

“You made us close it before I got the chance.” You say before turning away from Fury “Wade, go pack some ammo and pain pills, I have a feeling we will be needing both.”

“Got it, Inferno.” You roll your eyes at the use of your code name. After you guys pack to leave, you spilt into three groups. You were going with Thor, Loki, Bruce, Wanda, and T’Challa. Wade was taking Fury, Tony, Spiderman, Rhodey and Vision with him and Logan was taking Steve, Sam, Bucky and Natasha. You had plans to meet back up in two days at the Avengers compound, where the three of you will travel to Deaths realm to get answers.

“So why do you need to have a meeting with Secretary McCoy?” T’Challa asks as you guys take off for Washington.

“You’ll see when we get there.” You say as you smile at him.

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Man City were unlucky vs. Spurs but don’t blame VAR. Plus: Bayern getting a good deal with Coutinho?

Gab Marcotti is here to recap a busy, dramatic weekend in soccer. Welcome to Monday Musings.

Jump to: Man City vs. Spurs | Breaking down Coutinho to Bayern | Man United’s Alexis problem | Bale dazzles for Real | Arsenal got a gem in Ceballos | Balotelli returns home | Lampard and Chelsea so far | Dortmund look good | Joao Felix is a gem | PSG in chaos? | And finally…

Were Man City unlucky vs. Tottenham?

It may have been overshadowed by the late disallowed goal, but Manchester City’s performance against Tottenham was about as comprehensive a drubbing as you’ll see between two top six clubs. Realistically, the fact that City are already at last season’s levels — and that includes Kevin De Bruyne, who seems to have put injuries behind him and has returned to his 2017-18 self — will matter far more in the long run than the two points dropped, unlucky as they were to draw 2-2. (As you’ll recall, Man City were one of the unluckier teams last season despite winning a second straight league title.)

As for Tottenham, it’s hard not to be disappointed by what you saw. The midfield trio of Moussa Sissoko, Harry Winks and Tanguy Ndombele were a revolving door for much of the game, but that had plenty to do with the lack of help they got from the attacking midfielders and the fire-fighting they had to do on the flanks, where Danny Rose and Kyle Walker-Peters had rough days.

The absence of Dele Alli, Son Heung-Min and Jan Vertonghen (the latter started on the bench and stayed there) didn’t help, but it felt like a systemic failure. And that’s very unlike Pochettino.

OK, I got two paragraphs in without bringing up VAR, seem so let’s get this done.

Erik Lamela pulling down Rodri certainly looked like a penalty on television and, at the very least, it seems like something referee Michael Oliver might have wanted to review. There are two points to make here. The first is that we simply don’t know why it wasn’t subject to an on-field review. VAR may have alerted Oliver, who told them he didn’t want to review it because he had seen it and was happy with his on-pitch decision (unlikely). Or VAR may have decided not to alert him, particularly since it didn’t meet the Premier League’s stated goal of having a “high bar” for on-field reviews so they could be few and far between (quite possible).

There’s a quick and easy fix for that: better communication. I’ve likely mentioned this before but at a minimum, in real time, it makes sense to brief the media on why a decision was (or was not) taken.

Man City were frustrated by Saturday’s dramatic draw that could be one of the most lop-sided games in terms of performances all season.

The other point is that the second explanation — that it doesn’t meet “the high bar for VAR” standards — is, frankly, problematic. Whether you thought it was a penalty or not, something like that should be the referee’s call: set the bar any higher and you might as well not have on-field reviews.

– Ogden: Guardiola, Man City frustrated by VAR – Luck Index 2019: Man City unlucky – Football’s new laws: What to know about updated rules

As for the disallowed Gabriel Jesus goal, it’s not a VAR issue: it’s all about the changes to the Laws of the Game, much like Leander Dendoncker‘s disallowed goal last week for Wolves. As of June 1, the laws state that a handball, even if accidental, that leads to a goal invalidates the goal. The standard reaction was that — to paraphrase Charles Dickens — “the Law is an ass.” Undoubtedly it could be better written but the reason it was brought in was because of the belief in the principle that gaining an advantage from handling, even if accidental, was anathema to the game.

As I see it, this was a decision for a pre-VAR world. Without VAR, it makes sense to spare the referee the task of determining intent in what is often bound to be quick, pinball deflections. With VAR, common sense should rule. That said, let’s not forget that 99 percent of football matches are played without VAR, and IFAB’s job is to legislate for the game as a whole, not just big leagues who can afford VAR.

Maybe this is one situation where you can revisit the law, allowing those leagues with VAR to make their own decision on whether a handball that leads to a goal is accidental or not.

Ultimately, the Law itself makes sense in real time, but less so with the benefit of replay.

Breaking down Coutinho’s loan to Bayern Munich

Who got the better deal from Philippe Coutinho‘s loan move from Barcelona to Bayern Munich? Certainly Barca. Whether Bayern benefit from it too remains to be seen.

The Catalans get his wages of roughly $25 million off their books for a season and that already is an achievement. Coutinho was in the category of players who, due to the size of their contract, could only play for a very small number of clubs. They placed him at one of those who could afford him and, as a bonus, he’s in a shop window. Doing well at Bayern isn’t like doing well in China or the Gulf. People will notice. So even if Bayern don’t make the loan permanent, Barca will have options in terms of suitors next summer if he performs well in the Bundesliga this season.

From Bayern’s perspective, it’s a tougher call. The wage plus loan fee ($35m to cover both) is massive for a one-year rental. Sure, they got themselves an option to buy for $135m, but next summer Coutinho will be 28 and at that age, that’s still an arm and a leg for anyone not named Lionel or Cristiano.

It feels a little bit like the James Rodriguez deal all over again, minus Carlo Ancelotti, and there’s now a question over where to play him. Stick him in the No.10 hole — his best position — and you need to shift Thomas Mueller wide, which isn’t ideal). Play a 4-1-4-1 and you either have no defensive midfielder (because Thiago is sitting in front of the back four) or no Thiago (which isn’t good either). Play him wide and you lose one of your wingers.

Coutinho adds quality, sure, and he’s no doubt hungry and motivated. But then so was James, supposedly. The best-case scenario for Bayern is that Coutinho has a great season, fits Munich like a glove and they negotiate a deep discount on the $135m option. Right now, though, that feels like a long shot.

Would Man United be foolish to let Alexis leave?

Whether Alexis Sanchez‘s proposed loan move to Inter makes sense is pretty much down to the numbers.

If, as has been reported in Italy, Inter can get him for a minimal fee (less than $3m, plus an option to buy at around $15m) while also getting Manchester United to pay half his wages (which, lest we forget, are the highest in the Premier League, somewhere between $22m to $31m, depending who you believe) then it might make sense for the Milanese club as a short-term fix with a high upside. If they’re just indulging in wishful thinking, Inter may want to pump the brakes.

Less clear is how it makes sense from United’s perspective. This is one club where shaving a chunk off the wage bill really doesn’t make much difference. In addition, while Sanchez may not have covered himself in glory at Old Trafford over the past 18 months — he has scored three more league goals than the club’s executive vice-chairman, Ed Woodward — he’s still a live body who plays up front (and looked really sharp in the Copa America). I already thought United were short-handed after the sale of Romelu Lukaku they’ll be even thinner with the Chile international gone, when Tahith Chong and Mason Greenwood really do become the only options beyond Anthony Martial and Marcus Rashford.

Beyond that, you rather feel both these clubs are guilty of a lack of clear thinking. It wasn’t a mystery that Sanchez wasn’t working out at Old Trafford, that Antonio Conte wanted a striker and the two clubs have been talking all summer over Romelu Lukaku, so why was it left until now to attempt the deal? Shifting Sanchez sooner would also have benefited United, giving them time to sign another forward.

(And no, don’t drink the Greenwood-and-Chong-all-along Kool-Aid. If that really was the plan, they wouldn’t have pursued Mario Mandzukic.)

Zidane trusts Bale in Real’s opener… and it pays off

The curious thing about Real Madrid’s 3-1 opening day win at Celta Vigo was how familiar it was. Seven of Zinedine Zidane‘s starters were around for the 2015-16 Champions League final, his first. (It would have been eight, but for the fact that Dani Carvajal was injured.) That number included Gareth Bale and it didn’t need to: even with Eden Hazard absent due to injury, Zidane had plenty of choices, from Isco to James Rodriguez and from Luka Jovic to Lucas Vazquez).

What does it mean? Simply that both are professionals. Zidane would probably still prefer Bale (and his wages) were elsewhere, but as long as Bale is around, why not use him? And from Bale’s perspective, he does what he’s paid to do. I’m not sure there’s much more to read into it than that and, as Zidane himself said, with the market closed in England and closing elsewhere, it looks as if he’s sticking around.

As for events on the pitch, Real Madrid were efficient and let their experience guide them through, even after Luka Modric‘s rather harsh red early in the second half. Some awful finishing from Celta didn’t hurt either. This likely won’t be the Madrid side we’ll see later on in the season but for now, they reminded us that they’re a unit who know how to win and still have far more quality than all but a handful of sides. That will do.

Ceballos already stands out for Arsenal

It will be curious to see what Unai Emery’s long-term plan for Arsenal might be, once Nicolas Pepe finds his feet and the likes of Henrikh Mkhitaryan and Mesut Ozil are consistently available. For now, he’s getting results with Joe Willock and Reiss Nelson, which is further evidence that sometimes pay stub and pedigree matter less than system, enthusiasm and application.

Still, the star of the win over Burnley was Dani Ceballos, whose passing, awareness and personality more than moved the needle. Apart from four or five positions, it’s hard to nail down what Arsenal’s Best XI is when everyone is available. But what’s obvious already is that Ceballos needs to be a cast-iron starter, whatever the formation, whatever the mix.

“SuperMario” returns to Italy

Mario Balotelli is going back to Serie A after three productive seasons in Ligue 1. How will he fare?

No, Mario Balotelli won’t be joining “Gabigol” at Flamengo. Instead he’s going home, to his native Brescia, newly promoted to Serie A. Most have given up any attempt at psychoanalysis when it comes to “Super Mario” but on paper, you’d assume that being back in his home town will help him.

Balotelli says he hopes to convince Roberto Mancini to give him a place in the Euro 2020 squad and that wouldn’t have happened if he’d gone to Brazil. He turned 29 this month (boy, that snuck up on you, didn’t it?) and if he were a cat, he’d only have a couple of lives left. Three years in France yielded 51 goals in 88 appearances, which isn’t a bad return, but the bar, for him, is as high as it has ever been. And you can see why.

Lampard’s Chelsea still taking shape

Last season, the pundits and talking heads attacked Maurizio Sarri every which way for playing Jorginho in front of the back four and N’Golo Kante a little further forward, and to the side, of a midfield three. Surely that would all change with a sensible manager like Frank Lampard in charge?

Nope.

While Lampard has changed a few things, like making Jorginho less of a basketball style “point guard” through whom everything must run, he’s still the deep-lying playmaker. And Kante is still the pressing machine, free to wreak havoc with runs into the box when the opportunity presents itself.

Credit to Lampard for not throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Now, he just needs to get his team to play for a full 90 minutes. As good as Chelsea were in the first half-hour, they feel away badly after the break against Leicester and could easily have lost the match before settling for a 1-1 draw.

Dortmund show why they’re a title contender

Expectations are high in Dortmund after a big spending (by Bundesliga standards) summer that saw them add four legitimate starters in Mats Hummels, Nico Schulz, Thorgan Hazard and Julian Brandt. All but Brandt started (he came on at the end) in the 5-1 drubbing of Augsburg and, after they gave up the opener, it was about as one-sided as the score suggests.

Borussia Dortmund are deep and they have options in almost every area of the pitch. For the first time in a while, the Bundesliga is far from a foregone conclusion.

Joao Felix is a gem

Atletico Madrid’s season began with three points and a 1-0 win over Getafe, but Joao Felix overshadowed matters with this absurd run, reminiscent of Cristiano Ronaldo in his early 20s.

Conventional wisdom suggested the $135m fee paid for a guy with less than 40 professional games under his belt was excessive. But if he keeps this up, he’ll prove that conventional wisdom — to paraphrase Dickens a second time — is also an ass.

PSG’s season is off to a horrid start

As if the mood at Paris Saint-Germain wasn’t grim enough, they fell away to Rennes on Sunday night and the Neymar saga is no closer to a conclusion. And despite some late chances, they fully deserved their 3-1 defeat against a side that started 16-year-old Eduardo Camavinga (you may want to remember the name) in the middle of the park.

Neymar and Presnel Kimpembe aside, this wasn’t too far off full-strength PSG either. So while Thomas Tuchel has a point when he says that if Neymar leaves they need more signings, it’s also not much of an excuse for what happened Sunday night.

And finally…

Bas Dost is strongly rumoured to be on his way from Sporting Lisbon to Eintracht Frankfurt. Are you excited? I know I am.

This concludes the latest edition of #BasDostWatch.

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