Cyclops

The Professor used to tell me. The most important part of leading wasn't personality, tactics, or training. It was doing whatever it takes to get your team back alive. Bring them back. Every one of them.

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goldenelixxir‌:

He considered just leaving him be. Younger or not, Josh had no particular reason (or even a desire) to be friendly with Scott. He’d made it too much of a point to keep his distance from the older one. Still, he had a little sympathy. It had to be real fucking weird to get dropped in the world (or however it had happened) where an adult version of yourself had already lived most of a life.

“If you want a history lesson, there’s probably a quicker way than the library.” He took a step closer and pressed his lips together. “Spoiler alert. Most of it sucks.”

Scott was getting used to not knowing who anyone was, but everyone knowing him. They knew what he had done and why he was here. What an odd thing it was to have everyone know you had fucked up so badly, you had to be brought forward in time to stop yourself. 

Scott laid down the picture, turning fully the other. He considered the offer. “I find everyone’s got their own version of history. And they rarely tell me the truth. Still, that’s the same for these books. So, what’s your version? What do you think of me?” 

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“Now, is that any way to speak to your elders?” Bobby replied with a smirk. All his life he’d been the younger one, always a few steps behind trying to catch up, in this one case he was ahead of ‘a’ Scott; it was odd, but a little funny. And it had the potential for all sorts of jokes if the snow fell his way.

Bobby waved away the apology with another smile though it soon faded into nothing when the younger started talking about what they’d done. He held his hand out and a slide of ice lifted the book off the table and over to him before fading out as though it had never been there at all, he was beyond leaving places damp with moisture anymore. The Pheonix Five. He sighed and closed the book before moving over to the table and taking a seat opposite Scott, for all he was a joker he liked to think he had a modicum more of maturity now.  

“No.” he answered, voice utterly serious, “You didn’t. Knowing you like I do you’re already blaming yourself for all of this but, you didn’t do it. The Scott in this timeline, he did. And I did what you’re probably too scared to ask as well. But it wasn’t you, and it wasn’t your Bobby. These are our pasts and they are… difficult.” he finally said gently.

“Maybe to an old friend.” Scott gave a smile that was growing rarer these days. .Of all of them, the older Bobby was the most recognisable, the one who had managed to hold onto something of himself.  

They were even telling themselves the same lies. Scott looked at the man opposite him for a long beat. “And these are our futures. I am responsible because I will do those things. Hank brought us here to stop me. Because he thought... I was so...  gone, that no one else could reach me but myself. What kind of person have I become? Fine, if Bobby doesn’t want to know what happened to his Dad and all the people he’s killed, that’s his choice. But I do. What happened? To everyone? How can everything be so wrong-?”

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It was natural for Selene to feel some sort of draw to the district — if only to set Elixir on edge, but this trip was different. An unusual bundle caught her eye as she slipped out from the shadows that swathed the side of the clinic’s facade. He looked eerily familiar; he shared a face with Cyclops, though it was younger and much more infantile. But, he still held the same weight, the same stress that his older counterpart did. It really wasn’t fair, was it?

She decided to minimize the free flow movement of her hair and opted for a simpler appearance, something less questionable. She didn’t want to scare the boy, now did she? Her presence would certainly be one of concern if anyone knew she was here, so she stuck to the darker parts of the district as she made her way to the younger Summers with pale hands clasped in front of her. Unassuming. Nonthreatening. At least, that was the message that she tried to convey.

Many of the X-Men were not so easily fooled. “Late night, I take it?” Selene asked innocently and her tone considerably more pleasant than how she’d normally address her subordinates at the penitentiary. She had a voice for everyone — it was necessary to achieve her ends.

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He had taken to long walks around the District, to clear his head and to escape from the suffocating atmosphere of the school. He needed a break from the constant hum of psychosis that was brewing in his head, about himself, the future, and worst of all, the godawful inevitability. No matter what he did, Scott would become that man.

The district was teeming with life, and this provided a welcome distraction. The conditions were not great, everywhere and Scott sought out the darker parts. He didn’t want to ignorant of the suffering here when he and his friends were cooped up safe and sound in the new Institute.

The elegant voice drew him away from his thoughts. Red eyes fell on a slender woman with jet black hair, impeccable posture. Not someone who fit into this neighbourhood. “No later than usual. And yourself?” he gave a polite smile. “ I’m… going for a walk. Are you lost.. Can I help you with something?”

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coldfrcnt‌:

Bobby sighed softly and lightly patted on the table, as if to apologize to it. Scott seemed to be one of the only people that truly got Bobby – one of the few people that could understand where he was coming from after being disowned by his family, after finally opening up about his sexuality, and probably the only person that could tolerate his incessant need to make light of situations or be the ‘funny one’. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Bobby admitted with another sigh. “Jean probably just sticks around us because she’s been in our heads without us knowing and knows how screwed up we are.” He chuckled, “And Warren, well, most people saw him as the ‘rich boy’ type.” He shrugged. When Scott mentioned he was reading on ‘them’, Bobby frowned once more. “Dude… what have I told you? Coop yourself up in that library reading about us and you’re going to drive yourself insane with our future history…” Bobby tried to reason; though he couldn’t imagine being in Scott’s shoes – younger or older. After all, he’d purposefully forced himself not to dig too deeply into his future self. He figured, whatever was important enough, his older self would tell him — right? He had always hoped that was the case.

“Besides,” Bobby shifted in his seat, “We aren’t in that timeline anymore, right? So whatever your future self did, you aren’t bound to do anymore – at least, that’s what I think.”

“It was just the five of us for so long, every day cooped up together in the school with Chuck. We didn’t really have a choice.” he smiled fondly. 

Bobby was right about the insane part so far. “I have to know, Bobby. I can’t hide from this. The whole reason we were brought here was to stop me. How can I do that without knowing what I’ve done?” he dropped his breath, “There has to be some way to stop this. I won’t accept that I’ll be that man.” Scott glanced at Bobby, trying to decipher if the other really believed what he was saying. “You know that’s not true.” he stated, matter of fact. “Hank told us as much. We become them. We’re all responsible for everything they’ve done. There’s no point deluding yourself Bobby.” 

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goldenelixxir‌:

Josh spent as little time at the school as he could possibly get away with, which until recently had been practically none. Emma had offered to let him handpick a few people to help with the clinic, though, and that meant dealing with all the rest long enough to see that part through. So he’d been wandering, waiting for classes for the day to end and trying not to think of the last time he’d been one of their students.

The universe, as always, had other plans. As he ducked into the library he caught sight of a figure that was simultaneously too familiar but not at all. That precise version of Scott Summers belonged to a picture he’d seen dozens of times at the old Westchester school, and it was not the one he knew. He’d seen Bobby around. It wasn’t hard to do the math.

He got just close enough to steal a glance at what he was looking at. “Just a little light reading?”

Scott was very still, staring at a picture of a woman who looked like Jean Grey, cradling a child. The baby looked to be barely a few months old. The photo captured a sleepy expression on his face as he turned toward mother with mother staring warmly at child. The caption read ‘Madelyn Pryor-Summers and Nathan Summers’. 

He didn’t turn when he heard the voice of the other, still staring at the picture. “Something like that.” 

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elsawiththegoodhair‌:

There were some things that a person was just better off not knowing, especially when it would do them no good.

He hadn’t thought about it much but it was true. Hell, he’d rather Baby Him didn’t find out he got infected with a Death Seed, frozen the planet and killed so many people in the process that he still woke up in a sweat having to swallow his own screams.

No. Even if they’d been denied it, maybe these versions of them could just be kids for a little longer. God he knew Scott had been through enough, they all had. So, he’d inquired a little and (unsurprisingly) found out the baby version of his best friend was reading up on some very heavy things in the library. He hadn’t really seen much of the little leader yet, so he spent a few moments in the doorway of the library just looking at him, having to repress a smirk, he looked so young! When he’d first seen himself he’d been freaked out, but little Scott was adorable!

He raised a finger slightly and the book Scott was reading froze over in an instant. “I think you’ve been cooped up for long enough young man, come into the light, let Uncle Bobert give you a tour of your new digs.”

“Not now, Bobby-” Scott snapped, terse as the the page he was reading - details of the miracles and sins of the Phoenix Five- reign froze over. It was only when he heard the voice of the man beside him, Uncle Bobert, that Scott turned, and was confronted with the older version of his Bobby. 

Goddamn, this was some uncanny valley weirdness. “Sorry, I-” Scott trailed off, trying to clear his head of the history he’d been be embroiled in, trying to see the actual person standing in front of him instead a warped version of his friend. Only, he’d read about this Bobby, how he had unlocked his Omega-level potential, and what he had almost done with it. Familiar, gentle Bobby - and all that death on his hands. 

Scott stilled his tongue, not trusting himself to speak. Perhaps new-old-Bobby was right. It was too much. Only when he turned to Bobby, he didn’t smile or move, could barely look at him in the eyes. “Is it all true? I killed Charles and everyone dies and you-” Behind the visor, red eyes slipped shut. “Just be honest with me. Please.” 

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Permanent startercall - bonus points if you’ve got ideas already

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@coldfrcnt​

“Sorry buddy, seems like you’re still as uncool in the future as you were back home.” 

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Jeannie, Warren, Jeannie again, Charles - by his own hand, Kurt, Jamie... The list went on. 

Scott had been warned about spoilers. Time travel was tricky enough, adding a history lesson of the future to that mix only made for disaster.  There were some things better left to the imagination, or so they said. Better the kid stay ignorant. 

Of course, when your face was plastered over the News and people still cursed you in the streets, one got a little curious. And Scott was never one for idleness in any case. The libraries at the new Institute were surprisingly comprehensive. Scott had made a home there, for the past few days, reading each excruciating detail.  It had been naive of him to assume the spoilers would be on topics like his kid’s names or, the girl he would end up marrying. Not the list of friends he would have to bury, the father he would end up murdering or the wars he, Scott, would wage. 

Feeling his heart harden with each word, Scott turned to the next news article. The future was devastating. Pure and simple. He didn’t notice as someone stepped into the room. 

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[inadequeer]

CYCLOPS  ( SCOTT SUMMERS )

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adjusting back into living in a normal setting was strange for rogue, the last couple of months, years too actually were anything but normal for her. now back at a school, living in a nice dorm with food readily available, it was kinda strange and foreign to her - almost as if she didn’t deserve it. gloved hands fingered the belt loops of her faux leather black skirt as she made her way to the kitchen, she was craving ice cream - mint chocolate chip to be exact. a shoulder quickly connected to hers and pushed her to the side, almost into the wall. “ hey what the hell ? can you watch where you’re going? “ pointed words left her lips as she bitterly addressed the person who had knocked her off balance. 

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“Hot pan. Hot pan.” Scott chanted at her. A tray with a whole roasted chicken and vegetables held in gloved hands as he manoeuvred around her.  Donning an apron and X-men branded oven mitts, he looked every bit the annoyed chef. A chastising look shot at her once he set the tray down. “Anna. Quit strutting around like you owe the place already.” he huffed. “And go get Bobby dinner’s almost served. Then grab some napkins and go set the table. Oh, and bring that plate of potatoes while you’re at it. Don’t think just because it’s your welcome dinner you get to slack off.” 

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Astonishing X-Men (2004) #12

[jermaine-mcqueen]

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propose tommy for a one night stand

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Send a dick pic to the group chat

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Dare: Sing 'let it go' everytime you see Bobby or Emma.

“Bless you stranger.” 

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonightNot a footprint to be seenA kingdom of isolationAnd it looks like you’re the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm insideCouldn't keep it in, heaven knows you've triedDon't let them in, don't let them seeBe the good girl you always have to beConceal, don't feel, don't let them knowWell, now they knooooowww “

“LET IT GOOOOOOOOOOO. LET IT GOOOOOOOOOO!”

@icyblasts​ @quexnside