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Head Canon

The Winter Soldier was sent to kill Charles Xavier at one point or another. Most likely shortly after the events at the White House in DOFP. But Charles being Charles managed to get inside his head which is what led to The Winter Soldier's Rogue State in 1973.

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A dash of purple mixed with blue swirled open, revealing an alley. This was the only way the bunny-eared girl could use her power without being noticed, except for the occasional drunk homeless person. The portal was supposed to take her only a few miles away, but instead, once she stepped through it, dropped her in the middle of an unknown hallway from the ceiling. She laid there on the carpet, trying to get her bearings.

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The Science of Magic--((closed RP)) (xcharlesrp)

Magic had always been a part of who he was, from his earliest memories forward he'd been smaller and lighter built then the other children his age in Asgard. His father overly protective because sometimes it got to hot for him and he needed to be taken to the healers. He remembered trying to follow Thor onto the training grounds and being told to go back to go home. He remembers Fandrel's rude words even when the blond boy had been no taller then him and smaller then him. But he was the youngest Prince and Fandrel wasn't so to run him back to his other's skirts was expected and accepted. He remembers hiding in corners of the palace and crying because he could not, would not be accepted by the other's of his age because he was small, and sickly. He remembers his mother coming to him, and telling him he wasn't weak, that he need just find his gift elsewhere. He remembers her taking his hand and guiding him to her chambers, and teaching him to cook. He remembers arguing with her that cooking was woman's work. He knows the stern look she gives him does not mean she's angry, but that she wants him to look, listen and learn, the cooking moves on to reading the stars and from there the art of manipulating the world around him. He learns fast and soon is using his magic against the other boys, tricking them. He knows that his Magic is all he has left of his mother, its something not even Thor has, because despite Thor being able to explain that all Magic is, is Science and the understanding of simple elements. But, the Magic is his and not Thor's and he has sense he death clung to his Magic like a security blanket.

His Magic is not like the mutation the children of Charles school, he was not born with it like a ticking Time bomb beneath his skin, he learned it, was taught it and mastered it. So when he wakes that morning and see's a blue hand instead of his normal pale, his heart drops, not from the site of his true skin, but at the fact that when he reaches there is nothing. The elements ignore him, they refuses to acknowledge his attempts at manipulating them around him. He leaves his bed and enters the small bathroom, and stares in horror and bright red eyes, and blue skin with lines decorating it. He feels ill, he feels terror. He clenches one clawed hand and punches the mirror hard the shattering glass loud, even as it erases one image and becomes millions of monsters starring back at him. "No....no...this is not happening," He whispers trembling.

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Firefly in Winter ((closed)) ((xcharlesrp))

He'd been here now almost 2 weeks, he never stayed anywhere this long, and yet here he was now, still here still surviving, still clinging to a past where his life had, had some semblance of normalcy. Before Magneto, before the Labs, before Victor. Things had changed of course they had, sure Bobby, Kitty and Marie were happy to have him back, and he'd spend time with them almost everyday, feeling whole, feeling complete again, his mind not slipping as much during the day into the past, because his past was now his present and his brain was content with that. But, he was pretty sure it wasn't those three that was keeping him here.

No, that was Charles, his one time teacher, turned he's not even sure what to think of the older man now. Most nights he woke up drenched in sweat his room, at least 50 degree's warmer then the rest of the house. He'd shower then go in search of the older man, finding him in his study, or the library, on a few occasions in his room. But, nothing like the night he'd had the Panic attack in front of the older man had ever happened again. Most night's he'd just curl up on the couch, or a chair and just fall back asleep, sleeping better when he was near the older man, then he did when he was alone. It was weird, awkward even, but he felt safe and comforted when ever he was near the older man. He almost wanted to say it was the same feeling he had with Victor, but...it wasn't so one sided....it was nice. John was currently outside though, his eyes focusing on the small ball of flame he has hovering just above the grass, trying to change its shape, his brow is furrowed, as he manipulates the ball into the shape of a rose, and then into several small bugs, that he slowly begins to let wink in and out of existence, reminding him of the fireflies he used to chase in the summer.

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"I know, I know, I shouldn't be smoking inside..."

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Operation Oscorp(Take Two)

Peter looked around. He shifted on his feet and narrowed his eyes. 'I have an idea,' he thought. Peter put his thumb up to his lip and rubbed it gently. 'If it's accessible from outside, I can just....well, you know.' The idea was risky, but then again, this entire mission was risky. He could quite possibly just slip in from the outside of the building. It seemed simple for now, but knowing Oscorp, it wouldn't be.

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Demetri kept looking around. He felt like someone was following him, almost like someone else was in his head. He stopped at a coffee shop, hoping the feeling would go away. He ordered a simple french vanilla latte with soy, and sat at a small table, looking out as it started to sprinkle rain along the streets.

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