Fire & Life Incarnate

Jean Grey // 28 // Secret Mutant She had a galaxy in her eyes, a Universe in her mind.

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These cats have clearly Never Been Fed Ever, just ask them. They are Storving. They are Wasting Away.

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translation, for those wondering:

“Yes, yes, thanks for waiting, thanks for waiting. Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Look out! Look out, look out, look out, look out! Look out, look out! Look out, look out! Look out, look out! Look out, look out, look out! I know, I know! I know, I know, I know, I know, I know! I know, I know, I know, I know! IknowIknowIknowIknowIknowIknow! Stopitstopit! Wait! Wait!”

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IM FUCKING SOBBING THE ONE HANGING OFF THEIR SHIRT LIKE KAJHFDKJSDGHSDJKGHJSLD

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Jean Grey || X-Men: Red #2

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Taking a break from the office, Matt had decided to grab a coffee at the nearby cafe he had taken a liking to over the past few weeks. Honestly, the building Nelson and Murdock firm resided in seemed… suffocating since his parting with Foggy. He did his work at home when he could, but there were times when he needed to deal with clients personally and in a professional area, not at their house or in a coffee place like this one. Today was one of those days.

His hand clutched the cup he had received and he managed a smile at the barista before he was turning. So focused on a police scanner down the street, that he hadn’t noticed someone was directly behind him until he swirled around and his iced coffee collided with them. He dropped the cup out of shock. He hadn’t had an accident like this since he was a kid, still learning how to detect people and determine their locations by their breathing or heartbeat. Luckily, he had an excuse, but it wasn’t one he liked using.

“I’m – My apologies, how clumsy of me,” he was quick to say before he crouched to place his hand on the ground, tapping it against the tile in several places before he finally grabbed the cup to pick it up, noting that one of the baristas seemed to be wrestling with a mop and bucket in the back already. That was one relief. When he stood back up, empty cup in hand, he offered a weak smile in the other’s direction. “I’ll pay for dry cleaning and – Well, I can’t honestly say how sorry I am.”

[xjeangreyx]

Jean normally had better reflexes and might’ve put up a telekinetic shield to stop the ice coffee from staining her pants and shoes, but she was in public, and she knew any show of power would send the muggles running. So she let it happen (and man, was that hard). 

“It’s okay, you can hardly tell,” Jean said. There were worse things to smell like, though she was now very cold. It wasn’t like he had done it on purpose. “They’re black pants.”

She lifted her shoe, then put it back down with a tiny squishing sound as she glanced up, noticing his sunglasses and cane.

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R I S E   O F   T H E   X - M E N

prologue 4:    R I S E   O F   T H E   P H O E N I X

Jean Grey may be one of the most powerful mutants on the planet.

Glad I’m on her good side.

Especially since her bad side has been known to destroy entire planets in a fiery cosmic rage.

If Maximus pushes her too far, he may not have a world left to conquer...

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(Animated) Jean Grey over the years.

We come into the world alone – and we leave the same way… the time we spend in-between… time spent alive, sharing, learning… together… is all that makes life worth living.

[xjeangreyx]

Patchwork | Jean & Steve

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xjeangreyx:

Since there was a wide enough opening, Jean went ahead and drove in. The place looked like something from a horror movie on the inside, especially in the moonlight.

Getting out of the car, Jean left the headlights on to give herself something to see by and grabbed her medkit.

“Alright,” she said with a smile as she let out a breath and motioned toward an old milking stool. 

“How are we doing? Any dizziness?”

Steve blinked against the brightness of the headlights casting their glow over the place. He’d seen many old buildings destroyed by war and some of them looked better than that forgotten barn in the middle of nowhere. There were rusty farming tools sitting on a rotting wooden counter and spider webs stretched out in the corners, but that was their best option.

He sat on the stool and pulled his shirt up to his chest to expose the wound on the side of his stomach, bloodied fabric sliding over his skin. The bleeding had stopped by then but as much as he had advanced healing it wasn’t immediate and it would take longer with the bullet there.

“No, no risk of passing out,” he replied, taking a deep breath. “I can’t see it, but I felt it when I moved.”

[xjeangreyx]

Jean didn’t even bat an eye when she caught side of the blood, instead leaning in a little closer. “Hmm,” she said. It looked like it had a couple of days healing already, but she knew that wasn’t true. She’d been there. Well, after the original shot. It shouldn’t have healed that fast. Crouching down, she opened her bag.

“Okay, I’m going to clean the wound and sterilize the area before I look for the bullet. This will probably sting a little,” she said, wishing she had an X-Ray.

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Jean Grey || X-Men: Red #2

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magical challenge: day one → superpower

telepathy | te·lep·a·thy the supposed communication of thoughts or ideas by means other than the known senses

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Grey Matters | Peter+Jean

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xjeangreyx :

The mugger seemed to trip on something, and Jean, in a full on sprint, tackled the man from behind. If she hadn’t had her entire life in that purse, she might’ve let it go, but there were far too many secrets there for some random mugger to have. 

“HEY!”

It was around this time she became aware of someone’s mind flying right at her above, just as a flash of red and blue sailed overhead, startling her.

Peter twisted at the last second, spotting the woman doing some crazy maneuver and saving herself. Careening from his current descent into a wild spin to the right– crashing him directly into a building. An audible Oof when he bounced off it, leaving a Spider-Man sized dent in the wall, bricks shifting while he fell on top of a dumpster. Rolling off and right next to Jean, a groan coming from beneath the mask, one finger raising up suddenly.

“Stop in the name of-” oh god, my ribs… “-the law!” he shouted, but noticed the redhead had subdued the suspect. Getting to his feet, carefully, he clutched his side the shutters on his lenses flickering from all the twitching. “Oh hey, nice job. Superhero/Civilian team up, up top!” he raised a hand for a high-five.

[xjeangreyx]

Jean blinked, a half concerned and half-surprised look on her face as she gave him the high five. Spider-Man. The Spider-Man from the news. He did not quite sound like a man, more like a teenager. Or at least a young college student.

The mugger was practically seeing little birdies, and Jean offered Spider-Man a hand up.

“Um...thanks for the--effort?” she offered helpfully. She wasn’t going to really mention she wasn’t exactly a civilian. He didn’t need to know that.

[xjeangreyx]

Patchwork | Jean & Steve

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xjeangreyx:

Jean followed, keeping a close eye on Steve to make sure he wasn’t about to collapse. It was enough of a risk to make it to this barn he was talking about.

She smiled. “I take things on a case by case basis,” she said, surveying the area to make sure no one else was around, both visually and mentally as they walked.

“In this case? Yes,” she said. She nodded toward a nondescript, white Sonata close by.

“My car’s right here. Obviously I hadn’t planned on running into vigilantes today, otherwise I might’ve been a bit more stealthy,” she said with a light grin.

“I’m glad you decided to take my case then,” Steve said with a smile. He was more curious than suspicious to know who Jean was and what she was doing there, knowing that if she happened to be against him she would have taken advantage of the fact that he was hurt.

“It could be an ice cream van with music on and I’d still be thankful for it.” He shrugged, flashing her another brief smile. “Okay, follow me, we’ll get there soon.”

He made sure not to need any help as he climbed onto the bike and started it, looking over his shoulder to check if she would follow in her car. As he’d promised, it was a quick drive about two miles down the road and he jumped off of his motorcycle once they were close to lead it into the barn.

[xjeangreyx]

Since there was a wide enough opening, Jean went ahead and drove in. The place looked like something from a horror movie on the inside, especially in the moonlight.

Getting out of the car, Jean left the headlights on to give herself something to see by and grabbed her medkit.

“Alright,” she said with a smile as she let out a breath and motioned toward an old milking stool. 

“How are we doing? Any dizziness?”

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I’m in love with this

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Moodboard: Being An X-Men

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Patchwork | Jean & Steve

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xjeangreyx:

Jean nodded calmly. (Un)fortunately, she’d been in enough of these situations not to panic.

“Have a seat? Don’t want to aggravate the wound. I can finish up with these two, and then we can go. I have a medkit in my car,” she said, her boots crunching across broken glass as she made her way over. She’d gotten into the habit of always carrying a medkit with her.

Grabbing the rope, she made quick work of tying the other guy to the bottom of one of the bolted down stools by both his wrists and ankles, then crossed over to double check the work on the other guy but found him to be pretty well bound.

“Okay, so…are you okay to drive and I can follow you, or should I move your car somewhere safe and we can take mine?”

Steve looked down at the ropes and then back at Jean. She seemed to know what she was doing, although he didn’t know why, and so he let her finish up the job. He couldn’t avoid helping a bit as well, disassembling their guns as he sat by the counter. The pain wasn’t so bad if he managed to be still and didn’t do any hasty movements on his right side.

“Motorcycle. And yeah, shouldn’t be difficult, it’s close to here,” he said as he stood up. “There’s this too.” He showed the phone he’d gotten from the first attacker’s bag. It was safer to use their phone than his own and he put it down after making a quick call to alert the police.

“Do you have a habit of helping vigilantes when they’re getting their ass kicked?” He asked conversationally as he walked out into the crispy night air, his bike hidden outside the road.

[xjeangreyx]

Jean followed, keeping a close eye on Steve to make sure he wasn’t about to collapse. It was enough of a risk to make it to this barn he was talking about.

She smiled. “I take things on a case by case basis,” she said, surveying the area to make sure no one else was around, both visually and mentally as they walked.

“In this case? Yes,” she said. She nodded toward a nondescript, white Sonata close by.

“My car’s right here. Obviously I hadn’t planned on running into vigilantes today, otherwise I might’ve been a bit more stealthy,” she said with a light grin.

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Grey Matters | Peter+Jean

@xjeangreyx

It had been an eventful night.

A basic patrol turned into a brief run-in with those Enforcer guys (the ones he and Captain America himself put away) who Peter though were arrested but apparently had enough cash to post bail- Super Villain levels of Bail- and continue running amok with their discount Iron Man tech. Not only did the three disruptions use those fancy (though not as fancy as Mr. Stark’s) gadgets to keep Peter at bay, they actually managed to escape yet again. 

He could never live this down.

Swinging past a known back alley which was a prime target for criminal behavior, the young man clad in his blue and red pajamas soared by, not paying much mind to the street below. That’s when he heard it, a confrontation, looking down, he saw the purse snatcher tugging away just in time- nabbed bag raised high above his thieving head. 

Peter muttered a thank you to whatever being allowed for moments like this. Redemption, oh so sweet, he thought to himself, readjusting the course of his web to change the trajectory of his velocity towards the mugger. “Didn’t your mother ever tell ya? Stealing is wrong–”

And then it happened…

[xjeangreyx]

The mugger seemed to trip on something, and Jean, in a full on sprint, tackled the man from behind. If she hadn’t had her entire life in that purse, she might’ve let it go, but there were far too many secrets there for some random mugger to have. 

“HEY!”

It was around this time she became aware of someone’s mind flying right at her above, just as a flash of red and blue sailed overhead, startling her.

[chiantichiara]