PROUD MUTANT.

You Are an WARRIOR Soul

You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating. You don't give up. You're committed and brave. Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle. Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog. You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods. You also value honesty and fairness a great deal. You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding. You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.

MOST COMPATIBLE WITH:                 Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

   He doesn’t make a comment about dragging people down – he believed in the accords and the idea of heroes being held accountable for their decisions. There had been too much destruction … but her comparison made him feel a little sick. They weren’t the same thing … right? So , instead of making a comment, he quietly listened to her talk as he tosses his bag onto the bed – thankfully there wasn’t anything fragile in there.

“ – not all humans are like that? There’s a lot of good people – people that just want to help and be there. ” He feels weird talking about humans – people like him – in that way. A lot of nights, he sat wondering if he was like her – like the other mutants in the X-Men. Wondered if he was really on the right team, considering there was nobody really like him on the Avengers team.

But there was nobody like him on the X-Men team. The talks about the x-gene always came to mind and he didn’t know if he held it. If he did, would people view him differently. There’s plenty of mutant haters out there. He just doesn’t understand how there could be people out there that really hated people that were different than them.

It was sick …

Taking a seat on his bed, he returned his full attention back to her. A slight blush covered his cheeks , eyes locking with her bright ones. “ I guess so. Everything that happened in Europe … ”

He doesn’t want to talk about it – there was too many bad memories that were connected to that trip. While there was a lot of cool things, he also had to fight for his life. And his whole identity was ruined by one man in a fishbowl.

“ I’m not dead. I’m … just trying to get by, you know? How you usually do when your life was ruined. ” A slight shrug, trying to be more casual about the topic. He didn’t need her to view her like a weakling. He could already feel her gaze piercing his skin. She always made his nerves go on overdrive.

——— MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE SHE’S BEEN BURNED BEFORE but she can’t help to swallow down the scoff that is making it’s way through her throat now. humans were the true issue with this world now --their narrow minded view on the world had destroyed them more than once and she’d been alive to see it. though as much as she wants to say it, mystique isn’t known for her even temper after all, she doesn’t. there is a odd melancholy air from him now that she doesn’t want to deepen -- because she knows what it feels like to be misplaced, to be lost and wandering and not know where you belong or if there is anyone else out there like you. 

            even now she doesn’t feel as if she belongs here with the others. she cannot swallow the sight of herself, she isn’t overtly flashy or loud. she is not a hero, not a good guy -- she is a terrible, vindictive soul that is flame haired and yellow eyed. perhaps her outside reflects the soul within her, wouldn’t that be poetic justice? “you don’t have to talk about it, no one is forcing you too.” it comes across harsh but she certainly doesn’t mean it that way --rather it is her own, vague way of telling him it’s fine. she knows what has happened to him and that alone is why she pulls the chair out from under the desk so that she can rest her tall frame within the confines of it. 

            she isn’t good at comforting anyone. her love is violent and questionable and dark but she wonders if she can taper down those urges for something softer? he seems breakable and fragile to her right now, as if the wrong move would see him crumble into dust and nothingness. “your life hasn’t been ruined, peter.” it’s the first time she has spoken his name and she crosses her legs across the knees, leaning back against the chair and casually pushing herself from side to side. she lolls her head back against the edge of the chair in a surprisingly normal gesture, taking piercing eyes away from him. “being good is to make sacrifices, isn’t it? to do what you love means to be prepared for the consequences.” 

   Coming to his room after his nightly patrol meant relaxing and watching some Clone Wars as he passed the time before passing out. It was definitely not for seeing a strange woman in his bedroom – Mystique, to be more exact. He didn’t know much about her – but he did know that it wasn’t normal for her to just barge into bedrooms uninvited. There had to be some reason why she was here, right?

Or maybe she was just stalking him? Yeah, not likely, Parker. You’re the blandest hero on the Avengers team. As far as he knew, he wasn’t as cool as literal gods or supersoldiers.

He rushes to catch the figure before she drops it on the ground, holding the little Iron Man close to his chest, confusion clearly written all across his features. Did she really only come in here to question her choices of heroes?

A Captain America guy? No way.

“ – u-uh, I mean, I like him! He’s awesome! But it’s kind of hard to look at him the same way when you faced against him and a bunch of other rogue heroes… ”

But who was he kidding? He was still a big fan. He just didn’t hold the same place as Tony did. Mr.Stark … meant a lot to him.

“ I – uh – Mr.Stark saved me once. When I was little. He’s … kind of become my biggest hero. ” Eyes look down, locking with the lifeless eyes of the masked doll. He had got the doll on the same night – that night at the Stark Expo. It held a special place in his heart. It wasn’t meant to be just thrown around.

“ Um, ma’am, why exactly are you here? I mean, it’s lovely to see you, but … you aren’t supposed to be in my room. How did you get in here? Does my aunt know you’re in here? ”

——— SO HE WAS A FANBOY. in retrospect, it’s not a surprising revelation for the centuries old mutant standing in the middle of his bedroom now.  he is young and doesn’t everyone need someone to look up too? it’s not his fault that his taste is incredibly off, now is it? perhaps if she were just a bit more of an awful person she might say more, do more to discourage him and his dreams...but the one thing about mystique that she could not deny was her need to cultivate those who were younger...those who didn’t know better. those who didn’t know the things that she did -- centuries moved slowly now for her when the same things happened at the stupidity of both humans and mutants alike. 

            still his words about steve causes her to snort a little and roll her eyes, turning smoothly on her heel to go back to inspecting the desk she’d been rifling through just before he turned up. “when you’re older you will realize that people have a reason for everything. those accords are just the same as the anti-mutant sentiment....all of it aims to drag us down because they cannot begin to understand us.” there is a tinge of bitterness in her tone as she picks up a notebook and carefully flips through it. ah, school. she doesn’t know much about it anymore and the few times she’d been sent to infiltrate the throws of teenagers had sent her overboard. “humans will never understand you, they will never like you because you are not like them....but they will come to you when there is nothing else to do and demand your support anyway....” 

            there is not a moment where she thought that she might defend another hero --what were they to her? pains in the asses? perhaps thats the most apt description she can think of right now. she is only here now working for someone who considers themselves righteous because he’d stopped her execution at the hands of anti-mutant government officials. lucky her. “I guess it’s fine if it gives you something to believe in.” even if she thinks that his fundamental mentality is incredibly wrong in every single way. let the boy dream, life will show him the realities eventually. 

DARK / VIOLENT STARTERS MEME { CURRENTLY ACCEPTING }

17. stop screaming!

——— IT IS NOT A SOUND THAT IS TERRIFYING BY ANY MEANS. yet the sound of his shout is akin to the sound of nails dragging arduously down a chalkboard. perhaps the sight of a random, blonde woman with crystalline blue eyes is more shocking to someone who is not expecting it --especially when she’s carefully looking over the articles in his room with varied levels of interest. currently she’s got her hands on this little figurine of iron man and there is a disgust on her face that is nearly palpable. he’s got quite the obsession with the billionaire, doesn’t he? is it the situation in which he lives? does he want to be like tony stark? it’s a quaint idea and she slowly, slowly turns to look at him. 

            what was once a blonde, blue eyed woman in her twenties is a baby faced woman with vivid blue skin and nearly glowing yellow orbs. “stop screaming.” it is phrased a demand rather than a question and the mutant holds the figure out to him as if she might drop it in his hands. “I’d figured you would have better taste than that, peter.” it’s clear she’d indicating the figure of the man between her fingers that she’s holding dangerously loose now as she waits for him to grab it from her. “I pegged you for a captain america guy....though the avengers are quite overrated in my opinion.” then again, who wasn’t to the red haired woman?