Raven: you and rogers
Rhodey: *look at her* what?
Raven: *look at kurt* I wasn't excepting to see him, my child again. The purple haze of smoke
Rhodey: we call it bamfs, it sounds like it
Meeting one of the mothers of their son was jarring for rhodey. He knew kurt had biological parents. He knows the world is full of unsuspecting surprises, and this is just another.
Raven Darkholme. A blue devil of a woman. A shifter of all things. Rhodey can't judge, even when he heard the name and heard it from a voice that called themselves Xavier.
Which, rhodey looked up Xavier finding his school. And, that will be something to bring up when the kids get older.
Even then, raven sat in the compound after taking the form of another. Seamless even. Sitting down watching kurt play with his cousin and family friends.
"You gotta meet steve."
"Then I would have to find destiny," as bitter and as fond, rhodey doesn't want to know what kind of estrangement that is.
He watched the blue skinned woman with glowing almost pale yellow eyes. He listened to her surprise gasp. Peeking down, he can see rogue, Anna, appearing like kurt, gracing a finger to ultron, and hitting a target. A practice round.
"You found her as well?"
"Who? Anna?"
"Yes..." raven stepped back, "is she you-"
"No, James Buchanan Barnes and Anthony Edward Stark are raising her alongside Uliss."
He watched and study, waiting to see her react, then a surprising, change from dull to shining confidence, "you have crumble some of her visions. I've never seen that. Yet, he gets a chance. She does too. I'll be back do let, stark and the soldier know."
It's a whiplash. It's like dealing with tony when a burst of inspiration tackles him. He watched in amazement as she changed back to the guard she obtained. He watched as her entire form become new.
"Also, Mr. Rhodes, you and stark have similar taste." It was a strong deep laugh, but the echos of her real voice shimmered through.
Feel his cheeks warm, rhodes rubbed at his face, "do try to come again, ill be letting steve, and them know."
Her body stopped, head turning back over the shoulder, "you trust the way he trust," shoulders drooping, "ill send a message, but if there is hostility, I will not hesitate."
Wouldn't that be a house on fire. He watched as he gave his word for the next meeting, visit to be peaceful like this. The air heavy with caution, there was a thin line of trust.
Pressing on his watch, he listened to his best friend and little brother voice, "well, I think dinner might be the easiest way."
"Yeah, you know she knows."
"Yeah. Or she didn't and she threw it out there."
"Tones, either way, let ensure we keep a tentative friend." Besides, she is Kurt's mother.
