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[metal-and-magnetism]

And I'll Tell You All About It When I See You Again II Xavier and Lehnsherr

Erik had kept his distance from Charles' mansions since arriving in New York. He'd settled down in an apartment not too far away, though. He was close enough that the two of them could hold a conversation without the aid of Cerebro. Erik often found himself reminiscing about the past, when he was young and so full of rage, and how Charles had managed to calm the storm within him. He laughed at himself during those times. What a sad old man he'd become.

He lounged about on the sofa, hardly paying any attention to the news that played on the television. It showed another heroic display from the X-Men. He scoffed and sipped at the glass of scotch in his hand. "They still believe peacekeeping will get rid of their hatred. How naive are those students in your school, Charles?" Erik knew he wasn't really alone. His dear friend always liked to keep an eye on him. Whether that was to see if Erik would slip into old habits or if he truly cared about the man himself remained to be seen.

He glanced over to an old photograph that hung framed on the wall. It was of himself and Charles, lounging about in the mansion when they were still young. They were smiling. There was more reason for Erik to smile back then. When had it all changed?

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Career Counseling II Professor X and Jubilee

Jubilee sat in a chair outside the Professor's office and tried to push away the feeling at she was in trouble. To be fair, most of the time she was there because she was in some kind of trouble. But that had been happening less and less lately. She was nineteen now. A graduate of the Xavier school. Attending college on scholarship and volunteering at a clinic in the city that helped people who's powers had just manifested. Everyone was proud of her, but they kept asking what she wanted to do next, what kind of degree she wanted, what sort of career, would she move out of the mansion or stay? They had so many questions and she didn't know how to tell them that she didn't have any more answers than they did. She was happy with what she had now, but she also knew it couldn't go on forever, that she would have to make some kind of decision. That's why she was here today, to talk with the professor about her options and hopefully find some direction. She sighed to herself and tried to shake off the feeling of being lost. She had plenty of time to make a decision, and if anyone could help, it was the Professor, he always knew them better than they knew themselves.

[walkedthroughworse]

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[im-the-best-at-what-i-do]

Cheers || Charles & Logan

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“I could die trying, Logan,” He asserted, taking a slow drink. “They’re just children, they shouldn’t endure the hate the world is capable of,” He circled his drink the the glass, the amber liquor slowly swirling, like a small hurricane. “Not at their age.”

The halls of the school had once, a long time agi, been filled with bad memories that all of his students have now replaced with warm, happy ones. Along with his fellow staff, they had created a safe haven for them.

He doesn’t wish for any of it to change.

“What’s your plan?” Charles asked, knowing Logan like the back of his hand. He knew that Logan wouldn’t stay for long, coming on and around the school whenever he pleased. To which he was always welcomed. The students loved seeing him, and it made Charles happy to have his acquaintance around. “What’s in your future?”

Laughter drifted up from the courtyard.

Shouldn’t and won’t weren’t the same. He didn’t want the kids hurt any more than Chuck did, but he’s not about to lie to ‘em. They shouldn’t be involved, no, but it mightn’t be a choice they got to make. Charles was workin’ for that ‘peaceful coexistence,’ that world without fear for mutants and humans alike. But things like that didn’t come free. Logan’d been around enough to know. Never been a peace that didn’t have a war before it.

“I’m not sayin’ they should. Just that they might have to.” Yeah, they were safe here. For now. But they were kids. They’re goin’ want to go out. Go home for the weekend. Safe haven’s only as good as the walls around it.

Logan ducked his head at the thought of his own plans. Chuck knew him too well. But whatever he might’ve said was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Excuse me, Professor, but there’s something on the television I think you should see.”

[hawkeye616]

Can’t Keep You Off My Mind (Clint and Professor X)

Clint really hated this, especially because it was pointless. It started as a S.H.I.E.L.D. mandate, he needed to get checked out by a telepath once every six months to make sure he was completely free of Loki’s influence. Clint had agreed, not out of any desire to have another person poking around in his brain, but because he wasn’t in a good place at the time and didn’t care about much besides getting back into the field and having work to distract him. Four visits to the shining halls of the school out in Westchester before S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and this would be his fourth since. The professor kept insisting that he come back in another six months and as much as Clint hated the invasion of it, he did what he was told.

It helped that the professors mind was everything Loki’s hadn’t been. A cool, still pond to Loki’s raging blizzard. Unfortunately less unpleasant didn’t translate to more welcome and Clint paced outside the door to the professors office, putting off the inevitable of going inside.

[soviet-legacy]

A Spy’s House Call ll Romanoff & Xavier

She made an appointment. How ironic it was that Natasha Romanoff made an appointment.

The dark Corvette Stingray came to a slowed and silent stop in front of the large mansion. The extravagant choice of vehicle seemed fitting in the light of the X-Masion - when there was no reason to hide in the shadows, it did not hurt to treat herself once in a while. The extravagance almost reached the level of Stark, but with far classier tastes. That, she would appreciate. The only thing she did not appreciate was the entire mission in itself.

At this point, it could not even be called a mission. More like a house call. “Bozhe moi,” The shaded sunglasses was taken off and placed onto the seat of the car with the faint slam of the car door followed by the beep of the lock.

Professor Charles Xavier. She knew all about him, but how little that information proved to be in the light of a man with levels of complexity. Professor, mutant, activist, there were so many layers over just one man. Back in the days, that meant trouble. Nowadays, Natasha actively stayed away from people as such. Which made this visit even stranger.

As strange as it might be, her steps were steady and with the woman held the professional grace and formality laced with hints of amiable tranquility. To those that did not know the spy, her very demeanor stripped away the defenses of both the body and the mind. To those that did - which proved to be an awfully large amount nowadays - it was the dangerous mask of the famous Black Widow. Today though, she was not that, but instead, Natasha Romanoff. What the professor might see her as, that would too be up to her.

The door bell rang with a crisp sound for once, and then she waited.