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Two words. X-men reunion.
I need to see Scott get absolutely dog piled by everyone and the reunion between him and Jean and the emotions that comes with.
Have a good day/night/whatever and HYDRATE!!!
Marvel Rivals SelfโAware AU: Reunion-Xย
The battlefield was a disaster.
Though the Presence had once again selected an all-mutant team, they were being utterly pummeled. The enemy had them pushed all the way back to a corner before they had managed to capture a single objective.
Explosions rocked the ruined streets. Beams, bullets, lightning, portals, and psychic energy collided into a dazzling storm of destruction that left barely any room to breathe.
"W-Where in the world is Rogue?!" Emma barked, gritting her teeth as she struggled to maintain a massive psychic shield over the remaining X-Men. The effort was becoming increasingly difficultโnot only because of the relentless barrage from the enemy team, but also because of her rapidly rising frustration.
"She's down! And so is Gambit!" Jean cried as she soared overhead, scanning the battlefield with horrified eyes.
Below her, the defeated mutants lay scattered across the ground.
Rogue's body had crumpled awkwardly against a broken wall while Gambit was sprawled face-first in a crater, his limbs twisted into uncomfortable angles like discarded dolls.
A sight that had become disturbingly common ever since the start of the Timestream Entanglement, yet one that still sent chills down their spines.
Not because death lasted anymoreโit rarely did. But because every defeat meant the Presence was losing.
And that almost never happened.
"As if this couldn't get any worse!" Logan growled, lunging at an enemy with claws extended.
His adamantium claws carved through empty air.
"...Seriously?" Logan deadpanned.
Then they counterattacked.
Apparently, the X-Men weren't the only ones who had completely lost their patience.
High above the battlefield, the Presence's increasingly frantic voice echoed through the sky.
"No! No! No!"ย you cried in utter disbelief.ย "I've done thirty thousand healing with Gambit, and we're still only five minutes into the match! How am I getting clapped this hard?!"
The mutants could practically hear you pulling at your own hair.
"That's what I'm asking myself..." Magik muttered somewhere amidst the chaos as she kicked an enemy through one of her stepping discs.
A long, exhausted groan rolled across the battlefield. Even without seeing you, everyone instinctively knew you were leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling in complete disbelief.
"...Okay. That's it. I'm switching classes."
"Switching?!" she snapped. "We're being utterly humiliated out here! We doย notย have time for experimentation!"
"But perhaps," Ororo replied with perfect composure as lightning erupted from her fingertips, "a change is precisely what we require if we wish to turn the tide."
Emma hated how reasonable that sounded.
"...Fine," she muttered. "But whoever this mysterious hero is had better be worth the wait."
Then Gambit's unconscious body shimmered. Golden motes danced across his form before his body dissolved into light.
The light grew brighter. And then...
A powerful, familiar voice rang across the battlefield.
Every mutant's eyes widened.
A massive crimson optic blast tore across the battlefield, slamming into the enemy team and sending them flying in every direction. The shockwave alone forced everyone to shield their eyes.
"...Is that...?" Jean whispered.
Standing where Gambit had been only moments before was a man every X-Man knew by heart.
Ruby quartz visor gleaming beneath the sunlight.
Perfect military posture.
The man who had mysteriously disappeared since the Timestream Entanglement had begun had finally returned, now under the guidance of the Presence.
Scott adjusted one of his gloves before smiling with effortless confidence.
"Sorry for the wait, team." He shrugged. "I needed a trim."
The battlefield might as well have ceased to exist as every single X-Man abandoned what they were doing and immediately dog-piled their long-lost leader.
"Whoaโhey!" Scott laughed breathlessly as half his team nearly tackled him to the ground. "Easy! Easy!"
"My darling," Emma purred, somehow squeezing through everyone else to cup Scott's face and kissing both of his cheeks, "It is positively delightful to finallyโ"
"Scott!" Magik unceremoniously shoved Emma aside.
The White Queen let out the most offended gasp imaginable.
"ะฑัะฐั!" Magik wrapped both arms around Scott with surprising strength. "I missed you."
Scott smiled warmly as he returned the hug.
"I missed you too, Illyana." He gently patted her back. "How have you been?"
Scott snorted. May Illyana Rasputin never change.
"Sure took your sweet time showing your face again, Summers," Logan grunted as he stepped forward.
Despite his gruff tone, he couldn't quite hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Logan." Scott gave him a respectful nod. "I trust everything stayed in one piece while I was gone?"
"You know me, Slim." Logan waved a dismissive hand. "I'm the best at what I do."
Scott chuckled. "I never doubted it."
Then Ororo approached. Graceful. Regal. Completely composed, as always.
"It is good to see you in good health once again, my friend."
Scott's smile softened. "It's good to be back, Storm."
His expression immediately melted into one of relief.
"JeaโOOF!"ย Scott staggered backward as a redheaded missile collided directly with his chest.
Jean wrapped both arms around him with enough force to nearly knock the wind out of him and buried her face into his shoulder.
"You're back..." she whispered, then her voice cracked. "You're actually back..."
Scott's expression became impossibly gentle.
One hand rested against the small of her back while the other stroked her hair. "I'm sorry."
Jean looked up at him with watery eyes. "I was so worried..."
"I know." His thumb carefully brushed away a tear. "But even while I was gone, I could still feel you reaching for me through our psychic bond. I heard every call. And I never stopped thinking about you."
Jean laughed through her tears before pulling him into another hug.
Scott looked over her shoulder.
Emma. Logan. Ororo. Illyana. Jean.
His X-Men. His friends. His family.
For someone like Scott Summers, who had spent much of his life believing he was easier to respect than to love, seeing every one of them so genuinely overjoyed by his return stirred something deep inside him.
He hadn't realized how much he'd needed this.
"It's good to be back..." he murmured softly. "...I missed all of you."
A strange tug suddenly pulled at the back of his mind.
"Okay, I'm back with the chips."ย Your voice echoed overhead. A loud, unmistakable crunch followed.ย "Alright,ย let's finish this!"
Reality lurched. Only then did the X-Men realize the battlefield had somehow been frozen during their reunion.
Time resumed all at once. Gunfire. Explosions. Shouting.
Scott turned toward his team with the same confident grin that had inspired mutants for years.
"You heard them." He lowered his visor. "Who's ready to win this fight?"
The X-Men answered with determined smiles.
"Oh, nowย that'sย the Scott I know," Logan grinned.
Lightning crackled around Ororo. Magik's Soulsword ignited. Jean's psychic aura flared.
Emma smirked. "About time."
Then the X-Men charged together.
"We're back~" Several feet away, Gambit suddenly popped back into existence beside Rogue, dramatically flourishing his staff as if nothing had happened.
"So..." he asked casually, "...what'd we miss?"
The pair looked toward the battlefield.
Emma was dropping enemies with devastating psychic assaults. Logan carved through opponents like a whirlwind. Storm filled the sky with thunderclouds. Magik bounced enemies through portals. Jean looked dangerously close to embracing the Phoenix.
And leading the charge...
Issuing commands. Blasting enemies across the map. Making impossible pushes suddenly look effortless.
Remy let out a low whistle.
"Well now..." A grin spread across his face. "'Bout time da boss showed up."
Rogue cracked her knuckles. "Why should they have all tha' fun, sugah?"
Remy twirled his bo staff onto his shoulder.
"You're right, chรจre." His eyes gleamed with excitement. "Let's show 'em how it's done."
Together, the Southern duo charged back into the fray.
And for the first time all match, the enemy team was the one being pushed back.
