#thephoenixrising

there was a man behind wilson fisk when he announced his mayorship campaign. it was never a good thing to be wilson fisk’s ally because that meant the other guy was just as big of a criminal as fisk was. so he stared at the man on the television screen, hoping to extrapolate anything and what he got was already giving him a headache before he input his data on the flash drive. the young atlas agent was hoping to give it to someone above his pay grade but hasn’t met anyone so far. at least until he turned a corner in the compound and saw the mutant, his eyes lighting up before running to jean grey. “miss grey!” he called out and stopped in front of her. “so i don’t know where anyone else is but i’m glad to see you. i may have found out something about roman sionis.”

“no surprises, miss grey.” because he really wasn’t trying to pull anything on jean grey. that, and harry was too busy keeping things in order in his life to pull anything on anyone when he was just harry osborn, not hobgoblin. he set down the flash drive in front of her before picking up his coffee. “i’m sorry to have to make you a messenger but could you please pass this on to doctor mccoy? it’s not much but it could probably help his research.” harry knew it was better than nothing but it was still frustrating not to have everything on hand—especially since the flash drive contained his observations of the new people that were not avengers or charles xavier’s brand of mutants.

Thor strolled through the lobby of the Gotham building. It was odd, he’d become accustomed to the staring, but no one in Gotham saw him as Thor. They saw him as the six foot six man with an axe and a beautiful blue eye. Mostly, they noticed the axe. He smiled at another man who was waiting for the elevator and the adult visibly paled and made a dash for the stairs.

“I’m going to…” he said to the woman beside him as he slowly removed the axe and leaned it against the wall.

The elevator pinged and Thor stepped aside to allow her first entry to the metal box and followed her in.

“We’re going to the same floor.”

The moment the words were out of his mouth, he remembered one of the social rules Darcy had taught him. Only crazy freaks talk in elevators. He closed his mouth and tried to look away from her only to realize the doors were shined to a mirror finish. It felt rude to not keep talking now.

“You have a phone,” he pointed to the one she was holding. “I too have a phone.”

Kurt knew that he took a much faster route straight to the school, so he wasn’t surprised when he beat Jean by as much as he did. He was still glad to see her in the hallways when she arrived. 

“Jean!” Kurt gave her a warm hug and offered to help her with anything she had to carry. “I think everyone is free and back here. You know what that means!?” he asked, hoping she’d remember the party they’d discussed close to when he first arrived in the stone.

“I drew up several plans and I think we will have to ask Ororo to help us if we want to have any of this be an outdoor event, but I think it will be a lot of fun,” he told her excitedly. He’d started writing things last night and in his haste and enthusiasm ended up rewriting his notes in English so that Jean could actually read them. 

 “If you don’t want a hot piece of metal straight through your heart,” Dark irises stick like glue to the floor but she senses the other person very very clearly. Her knuckles crack--fingers swipe in a waving gesture, playing with existing metal that flew right into her hands. Hostile. Defensive... label her up. The world was a very cruel place and if she was forced to live in it with the gift she was provided-- she was going to love every tiny little piece of that sweet power. 

Bronze tinted lips, mould a cheshire grin; fangs and all. Small shards of metal compost fly around her fingers like reading an old book-- memorized and something already known. Eyes glower beneath dark lashes as she watches. “Give me a reason--and maybe, just maybe... I’ll reconsider these opportunities of slow, agonizing death playing like an old movie in my mind.. how should I even, trust you??.”

it’s a good thing that he managed to convince stephen to conjure him up some new clothes, because he really can’t deal with being around all these x-kids partially naked. it’s weird, and they’re already going through enough shit without having to see his mostly-naked body. that stuff’s reserved for the adults, because it’s fun to traumatise adults with his nudity.

he drops down into a seated position next to jean, bringing his legs in so that he’s sitting cross-legged next to her, before leaning in just a little so that he can speak to her in a hushed whisper.