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โLeonard Nimoy, who played the most famous TV scientist of all time, Mr. Spock, came from an arts and theater background and in real life is nothing like his character. Yet he told me that because Mr. Spock and โStar Trekโ have inspired so many young viewers to become scientists, researchers who meet him are always desperate to give him lab tours and explain the projects theyโre pursuing in peer-to-peer terms. Mr. Nimoy nods sagely and intones to each one, โWell, it certainly looks like youโre headed in the right direction.โโ
Oh, a human being is seeking a social response? Human being, the social animal wired to make and track social connection? A human desires the vital blood that permitted their species to survive for millennia? The human being who was born completely helpless and primed in every way by nature to seek attention and help from their community?
Wow thatโs crazy. How embarrassing. Humiliating even. Should we isolate them from community? Should we call Wire Mother?
I was gunna put this in the tags but itโs a lot. When i first started going through the process of getting a diagnosis, i was labelled with ODD. I immediately took issue with this, it seemed like an unfair diagnosis based entirely on the session the psychiatrist had with my parents (which mostly consisted of โmy child is being really difficult on purposeโ), and Hoo Boy when i tell you ODD immediately strips you of your ability to call out anyone on anything, that would be an understatement. I couldnโt even disagree or bring up my concerns about the validity of MY OWN DIAGNOSIS without it being labelled as oppositional defiance. Whenever i displayed any negative emotion the โtreatmentsโ did so much more harm than good. When you label someone as โdefiantโ (ugh), when that word is put on their medical record, that person is never allowed to complain about anything again. Knowing that POC are disproportionately affected with this diagnosis makes me feel sick, i can only imagine whatโs being swept under the rug as someone just being โdefiant to authorityโ, not even just in the medical field but as justification for police brutality and mass incarceration. When i say medical racism kills people, this is what i mean.
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Summary:ย The others are told about your past. You aren't doing well.
Warning(s):ย time skips, mental health, trauma triggers, childhood trauma, past abuse, injury
Notes:ย Hopefully this makes sense! Please keep sharing your thoughts and feelings! Feel free to share hopes, ideas, etc!
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YEARS AGOโฆ
You were eight when your mutation quietly began to show itself. Flowers in the yard bloomed out of season. The dead fern your mother refused to throw away turned green suddenly after you poked at it. The grass in the backyard bent towards your feet when you walked barefoot. You thought it was normalโ didn't question it. Your mother called it unnatural and your father said it was attention-seeking. Kids on the playground laughed until they saw vines curled around your wrist like bracelets you hadnโt put on yourself. After that, they didnโt laugh anymore. They avoided you.
Your parents created rules. No going outside barefoot. No staying in the yard too long. No talking to the plants. No talking to anyone about your โweird plant thingโ. But the first one rule was: donโt embarrass the family. They hid you like an impossible stain.ย
Your powers didnโt disappear thoughโ they simply grew stronger the more you tried to suppress them. Leaves sprouted in the cracks on the walls when you cried. Roots pushed through the soil and cement when you felt angry. So your father punished you every time something grew where it shouldnโt. He believed that discipline would fix you. You used to argue and beg. You used to say โI canโt control itโ and โplease stopโ and โIโm tryingโ. But every word made things worse.ย
With every shake in your voice, the plants reacted out. Vines grew and rattled the windows. The soil shifted the earth under the house. Your family blamed you for the chaos. They believed that you were doing it all on purpose.ย
One night, during a fight that started over something extremely stupid and small, you screamed. Not just yelled. You screamed from somewhere deep enough to crack. Nature responded. Branches burst through the roof, roots split the tile floors, and thorns snapped outward like teeth. And your mother got hurt. It wasnโt enough to kill, but enough for them to look at you differently. Like you were something dangerous.ย
After that night, your father grabbed you by the throat whenever you tried to speak during arguments, squeezing hard enough that pain shot through you.ย
โQuiet,โ he would demand. โRemember what happens when you open your mouth.โ
You didnโt learn quickly though. You still screamed and cried too much and too loud. So much so that your voice grew raw and unreliableโ sometimes nothing came out but air. Sometimes, words scrapped like broken glass. So eventually you stopped trying. Silence felt safer and meant no one got hurt.
They called your quietness an improvement. That you were finally learning. Your mother praised you when you didnโt speak for days and your father stopped yelling as much once you became easier to ignore.ย
The plants didnโt stop listening to you thoughโ your powers actually grew but you were somehow able to control them better. Your parents enrolled you in a school that would teach your sign language so that you had a way of communicating, but never learned it themselves.
You ended up leaving home in your teenage years. There was no screaming or a dramatic exit. Just a backpack, bare feet, and the plants guiding you.
~~~
PRESENT DAY
You were still trembling when Scott set you down in your bed. Jean was there, trying to tuck you in and soothe you with her presence. Tears were still streaming from your eyes and your hands were tucked close to your chest. Jean sat on the edge of the bed.
โY/N, can I help you?โ She asked softly. โI promise I wonโt probe. I just want to calm whateverโs happening in your mind.โ
After a moment, you barely nodded. Jean took a breath, lifted a hand over your head, and closed her eyes. As soon as she entered, she gasped.
โJean?โ Scott questioned.
โI knew her past was cruel,โ she whispered. โI just didnโt know how cruel.โ
โWhat do you mean?โ
โHer parents, theyโโ
You gripped her arm tightly, shaking your head.
โIโm sorry. I overstepped. Iโll stopโฆ Do you need anything?โ
You shook your head, curling up on yourself more.
โWeโll stick nearby in case.โ
Jean and Scott left. You closed your eyes, flinching at the memories of your dad grabbing your wrists and yelling at you about your mutation. You knew you werenโt going to get much rest the next few days.
~~~
Logan had destroyed four punching bags so far and was working on his fifth. The first few, he destroyed just with his fists but now his claws were out and working through the bags quickly. Charles rolled into the room, staying near the doorway to prevent an accident.ย
โLeave me alone, Chuck,โ Logan grumbled as he finished off the fifth punching bag. โIโm not in the mood.โ
โI understand why,โ Charles stated as he moved closer. โBut, we still in to talk.โ
โI already hate myself for what I did, okay? I shouldnโt have grabbed her like that. I know.โ
โThis is more than that.โ Charles sighed. โI spoke to Y/N.โ
โIโm sure she hates me.โ
โShe wants everyone to know the truth. She just doesnโt have the strength to tell it herself.โ
Logan looked over at Charles. โIs she okay?โ
โShe will be. Come. Everyone is gathering in my office.โ
~~~
Charles sat behind his desk, a file sitting in front of him. Logan was leaned up against the wall by the window with Jean, Ororo, Scott, and Hank sitting in various chairs in front of the desk. The office door was shut, making it clear this was a conversation that did not leave this room. Charles explained your pastโ as best as he could.
โHonestly, Y/N has surprised me with how she has rebounded after the events with Eli,โ Charles stated after he finished explaining. โI had been afraid that what had happened with Eli would have drudged up old problems. And perhaps it did, just not as bad as it could have been. I do credit that to you, Logan.โ
Logan scoffed. โWell, donโt. I ruined it.โ
โI know that Y/N may close you off now. Perhaps even all of us. But we still need to show her that we are here for her. Her trauma doesnโt change how much we care and that sheโs an important part of our lives.โ
โIf you pull away too, Logan, it will only make things worse,โ Jean said.
Logan glared out the window, knowing that they were right.
โWe will give her today,โ said Charles. โBut tomorrow, she needs people. And all of us will be there for her.โ
~~~
To everyoneโs surprise, you were up and teaching the next day. Like nothing had happened. The others checked in on you while Logan watched from afar. You went about your normal scheduleโ teaching classes, helping students study, tending to plants, going to therapy.
Your therapy session was rough, but you were honest with your therapist about what happened with Logan, your past, and even more about what happened with Eli. They were proud of you for being so honest and didnโt assign any tasks between sessions besides keeping to your routine. Though, when your therapist mentioned working towards forgiving Logan, you shut them down.
That night, Logan found you in the greenhouse. He stood in the doorway, hands stuffed in his jean pockets. The plants nearby rustled in warning, telling him all he needed to know.
โI, uh, just came by to check on you,โ he said quietly.ย
You ignored him, continuing to plant seedlings into pots for your students to try to grow themselves.ย
Logan took a step in, only for a line of Venus flytraps to grow and snap at him. He put his hands up and stepped back. โOkay. Message received.โ He glanced around to see how more of the plants were reacting. All the sameโ anger towards him. โI wonโt come in, but I need you to listenโฆโ He paused, taking a deep breath. โI will never forgive myself for laying my hands on you like that. Iโ I knew better and yet still did.โ
Much to Loganโs surprise, you turned around and signed, โI donโt need your apology. I need you to leave me alone.โ
โPetalsโโ
You shook your head furiously, clapping your hands before signing, โNO! My name isnโt Petals. My name isnโt Mute. My name is Y/N. And if you canโt respect that or my need for space, you will regret it.โ
โY/N, just listen to me. Iโm sorry. Iโm so sorry.โ
โI trusted you!โ A few tears betrayed you and slipped down your cheeks. โEven after all the mean comments and the awful nickname and the disrespect. You got me to trust you. You saved me but then you turned out to be just like him!โ
โI am nothing like that bastard!โ
โYou are like all the cruel men in my life. My father, my uncles, Eli. You just happen to be one I canโt get rid of for some reason!โ
โYou want to be rid of me? Fine! You got it! I never wanted to be near you in the first place!โ
Logan spun on his heal and slammed the door closed before storming off. One of your hands flew to your mouth as you began to sob and collapsed onto your knees. Vines snaked their way to you, wrapping around your midsection, wrists, and ankles in comfort.
~~~
Weeks passed. You continued to teach, help out, go to therapy, and ignore Logan at all costs. Your therapist wasnโt happy with you ignoring Logan, but chose to focus on other things during your sessions for now. Logan though was avoiding you just as much. That should have made things easier, but it didnโt.ย
Unfortunately, that absence had weight. You felt it in the hallways and the courtyard. You felt it in the greenhouse and during your lonely trips to the nursery. Logan felt it in the training room and in moments when he didnโt know what to do with his hands. He caught himself too often passing by the greenhouse. A few of the plants outside would lean towards him, almost like they missed him. He would have to clench his fists to make sure that he did not reach out and touch them.
One afternoon, while helping a younger student repot a struggling fern, your hands trembled. The soil slipped between your fingers and the fern wilted instantly.
โMissโฆ?โ The student asked hesitantly.
You forced a smile and gently coaxed life back into the plant with a careful touch. Your therapist had warned you about your emotions leaking into your powers. They had warned you that avoidance wasnโt healingโ just pressure building under the surface and eventually it would need somewhere to go.
~~~
Later that evening, you found yourself sitting alone in the greenhouse long after sunset. That wasnโt uncommon. But what was, was the silence that pressed around you. You pulled your knees to your chest as you thought how you used to be able to sit here in silence and feel completely content. Now, itโs like the silence is screaming.ย
Footsteps neared the greenhouse door. You didnโt have to look to see who it was. Loganโs steps were always clear. The plants stiffened before he sat down on the other side and leaned back against it. He knew you were in there, but didnโt speak up for a few moments.ย
โNot here to talk,โ he grumbled. โJustโฆ needed to sit somewhere.โ
Your hands clenched as they kept your legs close to your chest. The urge to get the plants to scare him off faded as the plants near you wilted slightly.
โIโve been keeping my distance,โ he added after a few minutes. Almost too softly to hear. โLike you asked.โ
You rested your head on your knees and closed your eyes.
He continued, words slow, careful. โDoesnโt mean I donโtโฆ miss beinโ around you.โ
The plants shifted uneasily through the greenhouse.
You signed, even though you knew he couldnโt see, โI miss it too.โ The admission stayed trapped between your hands and your heart.
Outside, Logan exhaled deeply. โIโm not asking you to forgive me. Not yetโฆ Not everโฆ Just wanted you to know Iโm tryinโ.โ
~~~
You ended up falling asleep in the greenhouse that night. The next morning, you found a pair of freshly sharpened pruning shearsโ your favorite brandโ cleaned and oiled. Simply an offering without expectation. You stared at them for a long time before picking them up and putting them with your tools.
As you went throughout your day, you kept thinking about Logan and the shears. You wish you had the ability to forgive so easily. But forgiveness terrified you because what if you were hurt again? What if it was worse next time? And that wasnโt just about Loganโ forgiving anyone. Your therpist knew this was a problem without you even talking about it and was slowly weaving it into conversations. You let it happened but didnโt do anything about it outside sessions.ย
Logan gave you space still, but was really struggling himself with it. In the almost year since you arrived at the mansion, you had changed from his least favorite person to someone he needed to be around constantly. Someone he cared deeply for. So Logan trained harder, stayed out on longer patrols, and began taking missions by himself. He picked fights with weights and punching bags. Anything to keep from walking towards the greenhouse out of habit.
You caught glimpses of Logan still. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes. The way his shoulders stayed tight even when someone pulled a laugh from him. The faint metallic scent of healing wounds when he walked past you. The plants noticed too. They leaned towards him, constantly. Like they were no longer hostile towards him and missed him dearly. It irritated you a bit more than it should have.
Logan found himself in the trees by the mansion often now. He would sit against a large tree trunk and close his eyes. Roots shifted beneath him and the grass leaned closer, brushing against him. It was the closest thing to being in the greenhouse with you. And he was secretly grateful that the plants werenโt being hostile towards him.
Days later, you stumbled past a training session. You hadnโt planned on being there. But you couldnโt help but stop and watch the students trainingโ being directed by Logan. He stood in the center of the room, running a defensive drill. He noticed you immediately, eyes flicking towards where you were standing.
The incident happened fast. One of the students lost their footing during a sparring move and stumbled backward directly towards you. Instinct kicked in and vines shot from the ground to catch them before they hit the ground. But the sudden movement startled another student, who collided into you from the side. Your balance slipped and suddenly, strong hands grabbed your waist. Loganโs hands.ย
The world seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second. Your body reacted before your mind didโ breath catching, muscles locking, heart slamming against your ribs. His grip tightened just enough to steady you, claws barely extended from reflex before he forced them back.ย
Logan went very still when his brain finally pieced together that his hands were on you and weeks of distance shattered in a single moment. Ever so carefully, he released you, like you might break if he moved too quickly.
โSorry,โ he muttered.
You nodded quickly, stepping back. You needed space because the touch hadnโt been violent or controlling, just steadying and safe. And that realization scared you right now more than anything. Like maybe, Logan could be forgiven. Your feelings for him burst inside of you from where they had been buried for weeks now. You quickly shook your head and rushed to the greenhouse to hide. Logan stood in his spot and watched as you disappeared, knowing that you werenโt okay.
~~~
A few more days passed. Your therapist had expressed concerns about a breakdown on the horizon if you didnโt begin working on things truly. Sessions werenโt enough, you needed to make more changes outside of them. But you repeatedly told your therapist, your friends, and yourself that you were fine.ย
It was a stormy, late evening when it finally broke. You were repotting and pruning alone in the greenhouse and rearranging trays that didnโt need to be rearranged. Your movements became sharper, faster, until soil scattered across the floor. Then a vine snapped at you and the sound echoed louder than it should have. Your breath hitched and memories crashed in. Your parents. Eli. Loganโs hands grabbing your wrists. Every moment where trust had turned into pain. You tried to shove them down, but failed.
The first surge was subtle. Roots pushed up against the floor with a low crack. You shook your head and panic begin to bloom. You tried grounding techniques your therapist had taught you. But every one of them failed. Vines then burst upward along the walls, twisting violently. The greenhouse glass rattled as leaves lashed through the air. Your control slipped completely.
Logan was pacing the other side of the mansion grounds when he felt the second surge. He had turned to face the greenhouse just as the vines shattered the glass from the inside.
โShit!โ He exclaimed as he ran.
Inside, you dropped to your knees, hands clutching your head. The plants werenโt attacking. They were reacting, mirroring your internal chaos. Thorns grew along stems that had never borne them before. Massive roots split tiles and flowers opened and closed rapidly like panicked breathing. You tried to pull the power back, but it simply slipped through your fingers like sand.
Logan burst through the door despite the warning rustle from the plants. โY/N!โ He shouted.
Vines snapped towards Loganโ not attacking, but blocking his path. He somehow remembered that if he hurt them, it hurt you. So he forced his way through the vines, trying not to damage them. Logan could finally see you, curled inward and shaking on the ground.ย
โPetalsโ Y/N!โ He finally got to your side, falling to his knees. His hands hovered over you, not knowing what to do. โLook at me.โ
You shook your head.
โLook at me, sweetheart,โ Logan tried again.
This time you tried, you really did. But everything felt too loud and sharp and a lot. Logan hesitated for only half a second before he placed his hand on you.ย
โYouโre okay,โ he told you. โYouโre safe. Youโre not alone.โ
For a moment, the storm inside you paused. The vines slowed, leaves settled, and your breathing staggered towards something closer to steady. Then there was the sound of people running towards the greenhouse.
โY/N!โ Ororo shouted. โLogan? Are you in there? We felt the disturbanceโโ
Your head snapped towards the door and panic surged again. You didnโt want to be seen like thisโ not again. Not this weak. Vines shot towards the doors and broken windows, blocking anyone from entering.
โHey, easy,โ Logan said quietly.
You shook your head violently, trying to move away from him. You somehow got to your feet, unsteadily so. You stumbled backward into a workbench, hands searching blindly for something to anchor yourself. Your fingers closed around metalโ the pruning shears. You clutched them tightly, grounding yourself using them.ย
Loganโs eyes flicked down immediately. โCareful,โ he warned softly.
Too late. Your hands were shaking too badly. The shears slipped and a sharp sting flashed across your palm. For a second you didnโt even register itโ just warmth, sudden and wet. Then blood dripped onto the spilled soil on the floor. The plants recoiled sharply, reacting to your injury like a collective gasp. Loganโs entire posture changed instantly.
โJesusโ Y/N!โ
Logan closed the distance before thinking, grabbing your wrist carefully but firmly. Red spread across your hand. Seeing you bleeding wrecked him.
โWhat were you thinking?โ He muttered, voice straining against the panic. โYouโre hurtโโ
You tried to pull away, shame flooding you.
โLogan,โ Jean called from outside. โWhatโs happening in there?โ
Your breathing turned ragged again. The plants responded instantlyโ leaves trembling, vines tightening around your ankles. Logan noticed. He loosened his grip on your wrist slightly.
โHey,โ he said softly, trying to meet your gaze. โLook at me.โ
You shook your head, tears blurring your vision. Your free hand rose to push him away, but didnโt have the strength to.
โLogan?โ Jean tried again.
Loganโs thumb brushed lightly against your wrist, grounding you. โNo oneโs cominโ in unless you want โem to,โ he told you. โIโll make sure of it.โ
โLogan?โ Ororo tried this time.
He didnโt look away from you. โSheโs safe!โ He called back. โGive us a minute.โ
Your eyes fell to your wounded palm, staring at the blood like it didnโt belong to you. Logan moved slowly, gently guiding you toward a nearby stool.ย
โYou scared me,โ he admitted quietly, almost under his breath.
The plants around you softened slightly, lowering their defenses. But your heart still racedโ caught between the instinct to run and the terrifying comfort of staying right where you were. Logan reached for a nearby cloth, dampening it under the sink with practiced efficiency. When he returned, he crouched in front of you instead of standing over you.
โGotta clean you up,โ he said softly, eyes flicking up to yours briefly. โOkay?โ
You wanted to pull away. To hide everythingโ your injury, your shaking, yourself. But exhaustion pressed heavier and you barely gave him a nod. The first touch of the damp cloth against your palm made you flinch despite yourself.
Logan immediately paused. โSorry.โ
You shook your head quickly, signaling he could continue. He worked slowly and methodicallyโ cleaning away the blood with careful precision. His fingers were rough, calloused, but impossibly gentle. Every movement he made was deliberate, not to scare you or hurt you more. The greenhouse felt quieter now. The plants around you swayed softly.ย
Up close, you could see the tension in Loganโs jaw and the tightness around his eyes. He wasnโt just focused. He was worried. Your chest tightened.ย
โYou gotta stop doing this,โ he said quietly after a moment. โNot the cut. I know that was an accidentโฆ I just meanโฆ holdinโ everything until it tears you apart.โ
Your breath hitched and you looked away. The plants rusted uneasily. Logan wrapped the gauze carefully around your palm, movements slow enough that you could pull away at any time.
โYou donโt have to talk to meโฆ just donโt pretend youโre okay when youโre not.โ
Your fingers curled slightly as he secured the bandage. The closeness made your heartbeat louder. Your eyes fell to his hands and the way they trembled almost imperceptibly when he finished tying the wraps. That made you sad, Logan didnโt shake. Not unless something really mattered. He stayed crouched there even after he finished. Neither of you moved. The space between you felt chargedโ thick when months of tension and everything unsaid.ย
โYou knowโฆ Iโm not okay either,โ he admitted quietly.
Without thinking, your uninjured hand moved. Your fingers caught the fabric of his shirt lightly. Logan froze, breath catching. He didnโt move closer or take advantage. He just stayed there. But even that felt dangerously intimate. Your eyes held his. Then, after a moment, he shifted closerโ barely.ย
Your knees brushed his and your breath caught sharply, though you didnโt pull away. Loganโs hands hovered near your waist, hesitating in midair. You leaned forward, just enough to close the space. His hand settled lightly against your side. Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it might shake the room. His eyes softened, searching your face for a sign of anythingโ hesitation, confirmation. There was fear and something deeper underneath.
Both of you leaned closer, breath mingling. Close enough now that you could feel the warmth of it against your skin. You swallowed hard before your lips parted slightly. Logan leaned in slowly, like he was approaching something sacred. And to him, he was. Your eyes fluttered halfway closed.
Everything narrowed down to the space between you. The quiet promise of closeness, comfort, and something neither of you dared to name yet. Or even really admit to yourselves. And then, the greenhouse doors burst open.
โOkay! What the hellโโ Rogueโs voice cut through the moment like lightning.ย
You jerked back instantly. Logan growled, eyes snapping towards the greenhouse door. Rogue stood in the doorway, hand sup defensively, clearly not expecting what sheโd walked into. Behind her, Scott, Jean, and Ororo hovered.
โOh, uh, bad timing?โ Rogue muttered, glancing between you both knowingly.
You pull your hand away from Loganโs shirt and stood up before retreating a step. The plants reacted to your spike of emotionโ shifting protectively around you. Logan stood slowly, jaw tightening, frustration flickering across his face.
Scott stepped forward, expression serious. โIs everything okay in here?โ
You nodded. You tried to sign but grimaced as you remembered your injury.
โEverythingโs been handled,โ Logan stated quickly. โWeโre good here.โ
โYou sure?โ Jean asked, looking between you both and your injured hand.
You nodded again before turning around and slipping out the other door.
Logan sighed, handing running down his face. โJustโฆ let me handle her, okay?โ He looked around the greenhouse. โIf we could get people to help put this place back together, thatโd be great.โ
Then Logan began cleaning up, mind caught up with what almost happened and how you were probably going to make him pay for it later.
Song dedication: The Scythe - The Last Dinner Party
Phew, a lot of blood, sweat, and tears was put into this one :,) So, a while back I heard about what happens to our beloved Illyana in Age of Revolution and I went off the prompt that she lost her life in combat. I havenโt had time to read the recent comics so Iโm not aware of the details but this is what my sleep deprived mind conjured up ๐
Ok this is interesting. Thank you tags for alerting me to this backup story in Weapon C: First Class #1
We knew that Xavier had approached Vic to join up before Logan, but really dude? You opened pretty good, asserting that heโs not a monster just because heโs different butโฆyou then told him heโs your second choice because the guy he hates most is your first? And youโre surprised he was angry about that?? Then you lecture him (pointlessly because you state he wonโt remember this) about how he is actually a monster because he holds grudges against people he feels wronged him???
Xavier, youโve always sucked. Youโve always written Victor off as useless, havenโt you. Yeah the HoX stuff is terrible, but Iโm starting to think you did purposely screw him over just to make yourself look better. Uhg.
He was even receptive at first because you were treating him like a person. You really done goofed dude.
Thats pretty much it! I mean in HoX Victor kills a human, but a baddie.
But then:
In Hellions, two of Marvel's most devious mutants broke one of the founding laws of Krakoa, and the X-Men might not have a clue.
It seems that Victor has always and is always, abused and mistreated by xavier and his x-men, yet they still see themselves as 'the good guys' and feel justified to treat sabretooth like crap because hes a 'villian'.
Like, in one issue Victor was struggling with uncontrollable bloodlust and he WENT to the xmen for HELP! know what they did?
They chained him up.
Yep, they chained him. Victor Creed who was abused as a kid who was chained in his father basement. And the xmen decide thats the best thing to do now, chain him!
And then Xavier invades his mind without consent, and goes walking through victors mind and basically trashes him and his memories and is fucking cruel in his judgement of him.
And then there is another time where wolverine lobotomises sabretooth and what do xavier and his xmen do? They put him in a holograph room and make it resemble a jungle for victor to roam around in like an animal. And they see him as an animal. They also allow a young student in to 'feed him', and she gives victor a bowl of milk to lap up. And when victor finally heals from his wounds hes PISSED AS HELL!! and rightly so, and he attacks the kid and the xmen. But, can you actually blame him at this point! Would they have done this to any other person?! Hell no! They would've been treated as a person, with dignity.
But not sabretooth. Because to them, hes not a person, hes an animal. One that logan says, should be put down.
In conclusion: Fuck xavier, Fuck the xmen and fuck all their double standards.
We see Victor after the Inversion which gives him a chance to experience who he can be and what he can achieve, when he and others give him a chance and treat him as an actual person.
This is one prime example:
Sabretooth has been the first damn person to help Omega Red with the problems of his forced mutation that are killing him. The xmen in the past kept a crucial drug device that helped OR manage a detrimental aspect of his mutation that makes him sick. OR whole arc in the comics has been about finding that particular device, but the xmen being the dicks they are, have fought to keep it from him because otherwise he would be 'too strong'.
Sabes is the only one to actually help him get well. And to treat him as a person with respect and dignity. And they form a strong friendship where OR becomes very loyal to Sabes and looks to him for guidance. And during this comic run in 2017 (weapon x) we see who OR can be too. And that he just needed someone to guide and support him to be the best version of himself. And hes damn soft and loveable with his pet Tiger that hes very protective of.
Not to mention, sabretooth inverted or not, has always cared about his son. A son he didnt know he had till said son was an adult. And angry anti mutant because his mother abandoned him for being human. Said mother being mystique.
But then you have Wolverine, who has killed his son on more than one occassion, is still regarded as being a 'better person' than sabretooth.
So, for the bonus content: Fuck Wolverine! And his hypocrisy!
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