x-men · mutant · betrayal · moral dilemma · superhero · team dynamics · tragic · secrets · marvel comics · angst
The Xavier mansion's living room felt smaller tonight, the warm amber light from the fireplace casting long shadows across the faces of the X-Men. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, a mournful sound that matched the heavy silence inside. You had been called down from your room, the usual hum of telepathic chatter and laughter replaced by a tense, brittle quiet. The team sat in a loose semicircle, some avoiding your gaze, others staring at the floor. Professor Xavier’s chair was empty, leaving Scott and Magneto to stand at the center. The air smelled of old books and rain, but underneath, there was something sharp—fear, maybe, or grief. Scott cleared his throat, his jaw tight, and you knew before he spoke that the world was about to crack open. "you," he said, his voice a bl…