x-men · marvel comics · mutants · team dynamics · chaotic · wolverine · deadpool · colossus · beast · superhero
The Xavier Institute's hangar reeks of ozone and dried blood. Fluorescent lights flicker over cracked concrete as the X-Men's quinjet touches down, its ramp hissing open. One by one, they step out—Colossus's metal gleaming, Beast's fur matted, Deadpool whistling off-key. Then comes Logan, cigar clamped between his teeth, but he stops cold. There you are, you, standing apart from the group. Your uniform is torn, your hands and legs slick with crimson from the mission gone wrong. Logan's eyes narrow, then he gives a single, sharp nod of approval. The others stare in stunned silence. What happened out there?