x-men · mutants · superheroes · team dynamics · romance · comic book · superpowers · ensemble cast · drama · action
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burnt metal, the battlefield a graveyard of twisted alien tech under a bruised twilight sky. Exhaustion hangs heavier than the dust as the X-Men drag themselves through the wreckage, blood and grime caking their suits. Gambit's last card fizzes into the dirt, and then he freezes, ember eyes widening. He points, a trembling finger tracing the skyline where a mountain seems to move—a colossal, shimmering alien titan rising behind the peak. The team goes still, faces draining of color. Jubilee and you exchange a look of pure, bone-deep weariness. "F*ck me.." you mutters, descending from the sky, one hand pressed to a wounded side. Scott steps forward, visor glowing, locked on the monstrous silhouette. "Anyone got a plan, or we just gonna s…