Xmen: First Class (Reader Insert)

Training

"Is it okay if I rip the sleeves? I feel too covered." Alex held up the gray hoodie to [Y/N] also holding up one of the long sleeves.

"Yeah, sure." Alex smiled then took a scissor and started cutting off the sleeves. Once he did finish, he took off his tshirt making [Y/N] blush but he looked away to hide it, and to not stare.

"How'd I look." Alex held his two arms, showing off his modified training gear. The other male looked at him and he looked very very handsome, he thought. His biceps is showing through the sleeveless hoodie. He did looked handsome.

"You look good. That looks good on you." He breathed out, not to be conspicious. Alex smiled brightly at him.

"How about you?"

[Y/N] only wore the gray sweatpants with sneakers and a blue tank top, he was not on field training today.

"Only this, I'm not going out to train. I have a room where I can safely use my powers." Alex nodded in understanding.

"You look good too."

*****

[Y/N] and Alex parted ways when Charles came to see the blonde. They were gonna train in the nuclear bunker Charles' father built. And [Y/N] is alone in his own traning room. It was built with metal walls but it was covered in the same paint as the other room, so it looks like a normal room from once perspective.

He gently tapped his tuning fork to a table and absorbed it's sound vibrations.

He lifted his hand making a dart float, he swiftly opened his hands then the dart shot in an incredible speed. He sighed when he did not hit the target. He was doing this for over 3 hours, notable with some of the objects flung all over the room. And some darts are stuck around the targets.

He was about to hit the tuning fork again, but he was taken back when it flew out of his hand and it headed for the door very quickly.

He turned revealing Erik in the same gray training suit, who used his power to snatch the metal fork out of [Y/N]'s grip.

"Seriously?" He questioned the man leaning by the door frame.

"You limit yourself with this? I saw you lift me and Charles the night you rescued me. But now you're struggling to shoot dart with your mind." Erik deduced while looking at the tuning fork

"Well, first; I was in shock and in need to save my brother who was in danger saving a stranger. And secondly, I used the sound of the waves as source. That's why I was able to carry both of you." Erik studied his statement.

"So the waves produced stronger sounds than this tuning fork's?" The older man asked, gaining a nod from [Y/N].

"And also the sound is consistent, it supplied me more than enough energy to be able to lift you two up." He continued. The man walked up to him.

"So you're saying the louder or the longer a sound is, the stronger the energy you'll be able to convert it with?" He asked carefully.

"Yes, if you put it that way." Erik nodded in understanding, then ha passed [Y/N] crossing the room.

"What are you doing?" He asked slowly. Erik turned to him with two metal pipes.

"Are you gonna bash me with those?!" Erik laughed at his frantic question.

"No, I'm not that evil [Y/N]. I will, however bash them together and you will try to absorb the sound."

[Y/N] looked puzzled, but it hit him.

"Do you want me to blow this place up?" He asked, almost shouting. Erik's amused look is unbreakable.

"No, but I want you to hit that target. Just trust me on this." He offered.

"Yeah, trust you. That sounds like a great idea." [Y/N] shot sarcastically.

"Come on. Please, just atleast trust me." He was now almost pleading.

"Ugh, fine." He huffed, Erik smiled at him. 'This is going to go well' he thought.

"Ok, so I'm gonna hit these together and you do your thing." Erik standed behind him. And [Y/N] readied himself.

Clank!

[Y/N] winced at the sound then turned to Erik at his back. "A little warning first?" He requested quietly.

"Yeah, right. Sorry." He apologized then they returned to their original positions.

"Ok. You ready?"

"Yep."

Clank!

The sound rang through [Y/N]'s ears, he felt it vibrate through his head then he felt it travel to every corner of his body. It felt like a rush. Everytime he absorbs a sound like this, it energizes him.

His [E/C] irises shone a bright white color for a moment.

"You got that?" Erik asked from behind him.

"Yeah." [Y/N] nodded to the man behind him.

"Now hit that target." He pointed to the dart target across the room.

He extended his arm to lift a dart, very effortlessly too. He was charging the dart mid-air but it was covered in a white light. He swiftly opened his hand to shoot the dart, it hit the target but as soon at it does hit the bullseye, the traget blew up. But surprisingly the explosion was not enough to affect or reach the two of them.

"See?" Erik is wearing a smug expression that [Y/N] really wants to smack out of his face, but he was right he had to admit it.

"Yeah, thanks." He approached him tapping his shoulder, but as soon as his hand made contact with him a white streak of energy seemed to travel across Erik's body.

Making him gasp. "Erik? Oh my gosh, I'm sorry." He approached Erik afraid of touching him again.

Next thing they knew a bunch of metallic objects flew across the room. It circled them like a tornado of metal objects. And it all fell in unison after Erik seemed to gain awareness.

"What was that?" Erik exhaled. "I felt so powerful, like a surge of energy travelled through me." He said while breathing out.

"I don't know, this kind of happened only once. With Charles, I guess if I absorb too much then touched someone that happens." [Y/N] explained, guilty that he can't seem to control his extra abilities.

"It's no trouble, I could see though that you need more training." Erik was able to gain his composture back.

*****

It was about past noon now, [Y/N] is laying on his room and thinking about what happend earlier. He was going to tell this to Charles soon though. He huffed again and wondered how Alex's training is going.

Then not a moment later Alex came angrily through the door. He stormed through the room and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Hey. Everything alright?" [Y/N] asked carefully, now sitting on the edge of the bed to face Alex.

"Yeah, it's just. Charles made me use my powers on a bunker but I ended up setting the place on fire. Then he yells at me for doing so." He angrily tells him.

"I'm not the one who asked to be out of prison." Alex muttered to himself almost quietly, but [Y/N] seemed to catch up on this.

"Hey, hey." He quietly comforted Alex and sat beside him.

"I would've asked for you to get out of prison. I am happy that you're here. What happened was an accident, I'm sure you did not meant to set fire to the bunker. Charles was being an old fart."

The blonde looked up to him, with soft eyes.

"Did you... meant that?" Alex quietly asked [Y/N], confused that someone is glad that he is here, but at the same time very happy.

"That Charles was an old fart? Uh yeah." [Y/N] laughed hoping to cheer the other male up, Alex smiled at him. Disappointment on his features.

"Oh, I though-"

"Yes. I meant that. I am happy you're here, sorry I was just joking earlier." [Y/N] mentally slapped himself for the joke.

Alex smiled at him and he shares the compassion.