x-men · mutants · conspiracy · paranoia · secret identity · marvel · suspense · surveillance · political intrigue · ensemble
The hallway is dimly lit, dust motes dancing in the sliver of light spilling from the cracked door of the professor's office. You're supposed to be heading to the infirmary, but the hushed voices from within root you in place. Logan's gravelly voice cuts through the silence: "So what'd ya want to do with her?" Scott's reply is clipped, tense. "She's a class four mutant! She can't just walk around without proper training." Then Xavier's calm, measured tone: "We must gain her trust before anything." The door creaks, and you realize the conversation is about you.