ON HOLD (sorry loves)- - - Evelyn Xavier is a winged mutant who just wants to lead a normal, teenage life. But after being asked to join the Avengers, Eve meets a boy from her school who just so happens to also be a part of the Stark Internship Prog...
When I finally reached the school, I was exhausted, yet relieved.
Somehow, the school was in fact, not blown up, and was back in one piece. I was confident with our students and staff's abilities they could easily have put the school back together.
I made a beeline for the basement that led down into Hank's workshop and the underground hangar for the Quinjet.
"Hank!" I called.
"Eve?" He slid out from under the jet. "I thought I told you not to—"
I embraced him tightly, tears forming in my eyes. "I'm gone for two days and the school gets blown up?" I laughed through my crying.
"Eve," Hank said sympathetically.
"We going to fight this guy, or what?" I said, wiping my eyes.
"I don't want you to get hurt," Hank protested. "That's the last thing Charles needs."
"I can handle myself, Hank," I assured him. "Stark gave me this suit to protect me. And this sword," I said, pointing to the sheathed weapon at my side.
"Eve, this is Apocalypse we're talking about. You're not going to defeat him with a sword."
"Hank, please," I began. "I need to do this." I didn't dare to break eye contact.
"Fine," Hank finally decided. "But—"
"Hear me, inhabitants of this world." Charles' voice hit me.
"Charles?" I looked to Hank who was just as confused as I was. The voice was in our heads but Charles was all the way in Cairo.
"This is a message. A message to every man, woman, and mutant. You have lost your way. But I have returned."
"Apocalypse is making Charles speak for him," Hank realized. "He's somehow speaking into the minds of the whole world!"
"This is bad . . ." I mumbled
"The day of reckoning, it is here. All your buildings . . . All your buildings and temples . . . will fall. The dawn of a new era will emerge. For there is nothing you can do . . . This message is for one reason alone: to tell the those with the greatest power."
There was a pause.
My hand rested on the hilt of my sword cautiously.
Charles continued: "Protect those without."
It seemed the speech was over.
"Hank what was that?" four teens rushed in to the hangar.
First to arrive was Peter Maximoff, also know as Quicksilver.
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Jean Gray: the Phoenix.
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Scott Summers: Cyclopes.
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Kurt Wagner: Nightcrawler.
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Followed by Raven, Charles' childhood friend, AKA Mystique.
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I need to get myself a code name, I thought.
"Apocalypse is using Charles to amplify his message," Hank explained. "We gotta go, now."
"When did Eve get here?" Peter asked.
"Couple minutes ago. I'm coming to help," I said. "My brother and Charles are in trouble."
"The Quin's ready, let's go," Hank said, opening the ramp to the jet.
A pit of fear grew in my stomach. As we loaded the Quinjet, I pulled out my phone and quickly sent Peter a text:
On my way to Cairo. Maybe we could go to Homecoming together if I come back?
When you come back* Peter texted quickly. And yea, I'd like that :)
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and leaned into the harness of the jet seat, trying to get my heart to stop pounding.
