Logan was glad to be away from the mess. He was, for once in the longest time, happy and was able to find the peace that he needed. He rode his bike upstate on the open road until he came to his small and familiar neck of the woods where his small little cabin hid away behind thick foliage and small lake ( Read more... )

Unlike his counterpart, Rogue, Gambit had gone without a lot of fuss. He was smart, smart enough to know when it was time to fight and when it was time to play nice ( Read more... )

The time for talking was over. Xavier tried that, it got him nothing; worse then nothing. His school was ruined, the children were in danger, and he was beginning to question his entire code of ethics. Just thinking about this meeting would compromise his morals, but Xavier reasoned it was time to take a different approach. He knew in ( Read more... )

Mandatory council in the war room had commenced, Charles did not smile, or express in anyway for that matter. “I do not need to remind any of you that this is not a time to be acting flippant, the children need us. “ He paused for a moment, then added, “We are all exhausted, angry…our nerves red and raw, but yet I remain determined. Determined ( Read more... )

There had been so much destruction that Ororo hadn’t even known where to start and she’d attempted to retreat into her greenhouse only to find it destroyed. Blue eyes slid over the mangled mass of metal and glass and her heart felt heavy in her chest ( Read more... )

With the wind at her back Ms. Marvel flew with ease from the city to Westchester, with one thing on her mind: her mission. It was the last fail safe in the government's plan to initiate registration. Her orders were given, the specifics were classified and depending on the outcome two planned spin stories were already being fabricated: the general ( Read more... )

In spite of the fact that he was drained, both physically and mentally, Charles Xavier knew that his job was far from over. There was still so much that needed to be done, and, as headmaster and founder of the school, it was his job to do it. The attack had managed to do one thing to him: it had managed to put a chink in the armor that was his ( Read more... )

Maybe it was selfish of him. Yeah, it probably was. And there was a part of him that understood how selfish it was, and that part of him felt badly about it. But the other part of him? The bigger part of him? The bigger part of him really did not give a damn about the way that it felt. It was what he needed. Nobody was getting hurt. All the hurting ( Read more... )

Jean lived in the medlabs because it was easier for her than trying to live up there. There was a simple room with a simple cot and the hum of medical equipment. Scott might have been hurt by that decision, she wasn't sure, but Jean was insistent. It was the best course of action if she was to stay under this roof, no matter how bad of an idea it ( Read more... )

( Private encoded message to Mystique )