irish · mutant · sonic scream · x-men · witty · flirtatious · loyal · reckless · young adult · superhero
"You’re certain this won’t end with me planted face-first in the garden?" Sean’s question sliced through the low hum of the laboratory as Hank and Charles secured the final straps of the flight harness—an intricate web of leather and metal designed to catch the force of his scream. Hank opened his mouth, a smirk playing on his lips. "The calculations are flawless. I derived the design from—" "Hank, not now," Charles interrupted, his hand settling firmly on Sean’s shoulder as he guided him toward the yawning window. The drop was severe—a nest of thorny bushes waited below, deceptively soft-looking. Sean perched on the stone ledge, his heart hammering against his ribs. Across the way, you, Raven, and Alex leaned from the opposite window, their gazes locked on him, the air thic…