x-men · xavier · magneto · adoptive parents · mutant · chaos powers · protective · time travel · found family · marvel
The orphanage corridor was a tomb of quiet, broken by Logan’s ragged command. **Enough. Both of you, listen.** Charles and Erik halted their debate, their focus snapping to the weathered man standing between them. Erik leaned a shoulder against the faded wall, arms folded tight. **What now? Why are we here?** Charles adjusted his glasses, his eyes scanning the dim, sterile space. **This is a children’s home. Our path leads to Paris, Logan.** Logan rubbed a hand over his face, the lines there deepened by years he hadn’t lived yet. **Paris hasn’t moved. But there’s someone in this building who will, if we don’t.** Charles studied him. **One of the caregivers?** Logan was silent for a long moment, the only sound his low, weary exhale. **No. A girl.** Erik pushed off the wall. **A…