‘There were better ways to do this.’ Ororo thinks, her blue eyes glaring pointedly at Xavier.
‘How was I supposed to know they didn’t know about each other?’ Charles has to restrain himself from scoffing, but Ororo can hear a small breath of air escape his lips.
‘You could’ve read the files I gave you, for one.’
‘What’s going on?’ Piotr glances back and forth, from the center of the room back to his teammates. ‘Am I missing something here?’
Ororo doesn’t say anything instead she glances at the man and the women in the center of the room, who are staring at each other in silent shock.
The woman, Jeanne-Marie Beaubier, was Piotr’s recruit. Charles had found her using Cerebro and sent Colossus to convince her to enlist in the X-Men. He had reportedly found her battling a group of thugs in an alleyway in Quebec. Persuading her was not much of a challenge.
The man, Jean-Paul Beaubier (née Martin), presented much more difficulties. Ororo wanted to give up within the first five minutes of meeting the man.
‘Now, Storm, it is of the utmost importance you convince Mr. Martin to join.’ Charles’ voice squiggled around in her brain, with the same welcome she would wish on a tapeworm.
‘I’m aware of that you need new X-Men, Professor.’ Ororo gave an internal sigh. ‘What I do not understand is why you need him.’
Jean-Paul Martin, a champion skier, also from Quebec. According to Cerebro he had the mutant abilities of superspeed, flight, light generation, and elf ears for some reason. Whether he was aware of his powers, Ororo wasn’t sure.
What she was sure of was the fact that she did not want to be on a team with this man.
The feeling was mutual.
So far Jean-Paul had insisted on having them leave the airport. He also got very disappointed when he requested they speak in French and Ororo told him it was not one of the many languages she spoke. On top of that he also insulted Ororo’s shoes, a pair of boots of which she was rather proud of.
“Mademoiselle Munroe,” He said as he slurped down the hot chocolate he had ordered. “Something tells me you aren’t here to discuss deal.”
The two of them were sitting outside a stylish café in Montreal. Ororo had cornered him as he was returning from a trip to Switzerland. She claimed to be a representative visiting Canada to offer him a deal. She might have let him believe it was for a partnership for some athletic wear brand.
“Not the kind you’re think of.” Ororo said.
“Alright.” Jean-Paul set his drink down and got up from his chair.
“Where are you going?” Ororo asked.
“Away.” Jean-Paul fiddled with his wallet and set down two ten-dollar notes onto the table. “You might be in the business of wasting other people’s time, Mademoiselle, but you’ll find that I consider my time to be very precious.”
Jean-Paul began to march towards the door and Ororo leaned back in her chair.
‘Oh well…’ She thought.
‘You didn’t even give him the pitch!’ Charles groaned.
‘With all due respect Professor, I don’t think that would have changed his mind.’
‘Go out there and get him.’
‘Fine!’
Ororo placed her own tip for the waiter on the table before heading out. Jean-Paul, thankfully, had only started opening his car door when she stepped outside.
“What do you want?” He hissed, as he swept a pile of snow off of the door’s handle.
“I want to discuss our deal.”
“We have no deal.” Jean-Paul forced his car door open. “I thought I made myself very clear on that.”
He slid into his car door and gave Ororo a flippant wave goodbye. “Have a nice day, mademoiselle. May we never see each other again.”
It took everything in Ororo not to roll her eyes. She would give Jean-Paul her pitch and hopefully he would say no clearly enough that Charles would get the hint, and she could go back to New York.
“Mr. Martin, I represent Professor Charles Xavier and his school for gifted youngsters in New York. I came here today to ask you…”
Jean-Paul slammed the car door shut and began to back out. Ororo shrugged her shoulders and began to turn around.
‘Storm, you need to stop him from leaving.’
‘Charles, he said no. Let it go please.’
‘I don’t care what you have to do. Flood the street, start a blizzard-’
‘You cannot be serious right now, he said…’
‘Just do it!’
‘Fine.’ Ororo thought.
Although skilled at her craft, it took a lot of effort for Ororo to summon her powers. The smallest of drizzles, the softest gust of wind, the teensiest ray of sun was the result of difficult concentration.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, as she felt the elements around her fall under her command. The water vapor that muddle the sky fell heavily on her shoulders, the cold air whirled around her, and the snow on the ground seeped into her soul.
The back tires of Jean-Paul’s car froze instantaneously. Halting the car in the middle of the street.
Jean-Paul swore as the drivers behind him lay on their horns, he jiggled his arm gesturing for them to drive around him.
He groaned as he saw the chunks of ice that kept his wheels frozen to the ground and muttered something under his breath as Ororo made her way over.
“I thought we agreed to go our separate ways.” Jean-Paul angrily shoved his hands into the pocket of his coat.
Ororo took a deep breath. She felt sorry for this man. As sorry as she could anyway, as Charles told her what to say next.
“I know your secret.”
Jean-Paul’s mouth popped open slightly. Terror widening his eyes and bleaching his skin white, before he took a deep breath and quickly fixed his face.
He closed his mouth and applied a smirk.
“Which one?”
With the knowledge of the Xavier’s School, along with the fact that Charles, as well as Ororo, knew of Jean-Paul’s habit of employing his abilities to win skiing competitions. She and Jean-Paul took a walk around the block. Stopping at a phone booth for Jean-Paul to call a tow truck.
“So,” Jean-Paul said as he hung up the phone. “What happens if I don’t join your little club?”
“You don’t join.” Ororo said. “I go back home and we find some other mutant to take your place.”
“That’s it?” Jean-Paul asked. “You don’t make a stop at the Daily Mail to reveal to them my secret?”
“No.” Ororo said. “Of course not.”
She might disagree with Jean-Paul’s methods, but that was no reason to expose the man to the whole world. Even if Charles instructed her to do it, Ororo wouldn’t.
She was many things.
A weather goddess, former thief, an X-Man…so on and so forth, but above all that Orro was a woman of principles.
“Thank you for your time.” She offered her hand to Jean-Paul and he shook it.
“You know I’m not going to join you, right?” He asked.
“I know.” Orro said. “But just in case…”
She pulled a card out of her pocket.
In black font it showed an X surrounded by a circle, underneath that the words: Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was printed in neat script. Along with the address and number for the school.
Jean-Paul took it and shoved it in his pocket. “I’m billing your people for the damages to my car.”
“If you must.” Ororo was quick to hid her smile. “Good night, Mr. Martin.”
“It’s Beaubier actually.” He told her. “Martin…Martin is false name; I’ve donned for quit too long.”
“Good night, Mr. Beaubier.” Ororo corrects herself and begins to walk away.
“Good night!”
Ororo hadn’t thought that Jean-Paul would try to contact the school. Much less actually show up. However he was there now, meeting Jeanne-Marie along with the rest of them.
Ororo had been aware that Jean-Paul and Jeanne-Marie were twins. She had done some research into the Beaubier girl’s background while Piotr went to recruit her.
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier and Jean-Paul Beaubier were born in Quebec, to two happy parents. However the Beaubier parents both died in a car accident, leaving their infant children to the Martins. However the Martins only had enough resources to take in one child. They chose Jean-Paul and sent Jeanne-Marie to Madame DuPont’s. A government sponsored girls’ school. Apparently neither the teachers of Madame DuPont’s, the Martins, nor the foster agency had made either of the Beaubier siblings aware of the others existence.
Neither had Charles for that matter.
“It’s like looking into a strange, distorted mirror.” Jean-Paul mused.
“Funny…” Jeanne-Marie said. “I was about to say the same thing.”
The twins circled each other, eyeing the other curiously.
They had the same blue eyes, same curved ears, and same black hair with white streaks.
Mirror images in every way except one.
“Jean-Paul,” Ororo walked over to them. “What are you doing here?”
The speedster finally took his eyes off his sister and turned to her. “I came to deliver the mechanic bills.” Jean-Paul told her. Ororo’s eyes glanced at the envelope he held in his hand. “I figured it be faster to bring them myself than have them sent by mail.”
He walked over to Charles who was in between Piotr and a small cat. Their youngest recruit, Sharon Smith, also known as Catseye. A teenage girl, whose parents Charles managed to convince to let her enroll at the school.
“Are you Professor Xavier?” Jean-Paul asked.
“Indeed, I am.” Charles held out his hand for Jean-Paul to shake it but found the envelope being thrust into his hand instead.
“That is the invoice from the towing company and the mechanic.” Jean-Paul finished. “I except you’ll compensate me accordingly.”
Charles blinked slowly, before letting out a loud cough. “Umm…of course.”
“Excellent!” Jean-Paul declared, he then made his way back to Jeanne-Marie. “Now Mademoiselle, who exactly are you supposed to be?”
“Jeanne-Marie Beaubier.” Her brow furrowed as she spat out. “Who, may I ask, are you?”
“Jean-Paul Beaubier.” He stated with equal ferocity.
Charles cleared his throat and rolled over to the two of them. “Right, now there is an explanation for this if you’ll allow me…”
Ororo could feel Ororo pulling the thoughts from her head. Charles recited the information listed on the twins’ birth certificates, statements from the adoption agency, and records found at Madame DuPont’s.
“Congratulations on finding each other.” Charles concluded. “I trust you’ll find each other a welcome addition to your lives.”
Jean-Paul and Jeanne-Marie stared at each other. Carefully observing each other’s reactions, as Charles carefully rolled back.
Catseye shifted into her human form. Dark fur purple shifting into pale lavender curls and pale skin. Her yellow eyes dimming purple. The only feature of her previous formed she retained was a long lavender tail.
“Do you think he’ll stay?” She whispered to Ororo.
“I’m not sure.” Ororo whispered back. “You’ll find, Catseye, that siblinghood isn’t built off blood alone.”
Jeanne-Marie was the first to extend her hand. “So brother, what do you say?” She asked. “Will you be joining the X-Men? I imagine it’ll be easier for us to catch up if we are living in the same place.”
Jean-Paul stared at the rest of the X-Men. His eyes glazing over Piotr, Charles, Catseye, before finally catching Ororo’s gaze.
She stared back.
Jean-Paul finally turned back to Jeanne-Marie and slowly took her hand. “I suppose, it would be beneficial if I joined the X-Men.” He said. “If only for us to get to know each other better. Besides…” He glanced at the ensemble on the other side of the room. “It seems you need all the help you can get.”
“Wonderful.” Charles clapped his hands slowly and then wheeled himself over to the pair. He offered his hand to Jean-Paul, who gently took it. “Welcome to the X-Men, Northstar.”
Ororo smiled.
In spite of the hurdles the X-Men had faced in the past. The resignation of Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Iceman, and Beast. She had a feeling this would all turn out well.
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And then they all die, because that's what happens in the comic.
They go on their first mission and they die.
Marvel are cowards to constantly make fem version of male characters boring (they make fem characters themselves boring looking andni wanna fight them)
Headcanons for when Colossus and Nightcrawler both have a crush on the reader???
Colossus x Crush!Reader x Nightcrawler
(I didn't write this with any yandere behavior because it wasn't specified. If you want it written as yandere, then please send in another request when they open up again!)💚
Piotr and Kurt are both quite similar personalitywise but some thing do vary. Piotr is shy and prefers to not be the center of attention or have any attention directed toward him in any way. While Kurt is happy-go-lucky and makes friends with everyone. Both Piotr and Kurt are very sweet and caring individuals. They're both optimistic and forgiving people.
Kurt would be more open about his advances towards you than his more modest counterpart. Piotr would be much more quiet and discreet about his advances.
Piotr would probably even put his affection and interest into you aside for Kurt to be with you, that's just the kind of person Piotr is. He would hold some sort of guilt if he'd "taken" you from Kurt, even though neither of them were with you prior so you're technically free game.
Kurt would probably catch on to the both of them both vying for your attention first. And he would be very playful about it. Making fun little comments and jabs directed to Piotr.
I don't think either of them would be hostile or terrible toward each other (unlike if they were yandere). I think they'd keep it pretty respectable. I also don't see them fighting much, if at all.
Kurt's probably the one who would mention a poly relationship but that's up to you. Piotr would blush at the mere thought of it and Kurt would tease him about endlessly.
Overall they're very respectful towards each other and the other's respective crush on you. They wouldn't really get in each other's way or anything like sabotaging the other. It's more of a "best man wins" sort of thing. But I wouldn't doubt that Piotr would drop out of this figurative "fight" for your attention and or love. In the end it's down to you for who you want to be with.
