Kitty Pryde froze mid-sentence, her grin snapping clean off her face.
"—ohmygosh!" she squeaked, phasing backward through the wall like a startled cat. "I did not mean to see that!"
Marie groaned, cheeks blazing as she covered her face with both hands. "Ah swear… that girl needs t' learn how t' knock!"
I couldn't help a low chuckle. "She didn't even give me a chance to invite her to join us."
Marie shot me a glare, then sighed. "Ah swear, Luke, one day she's gonna phase right into mah fist." She grumbled, raising a fist.
"Alright, alright." I pulled my shorts back up, trying to fit my hardon back inside. I obviously couldn't ask Marie to help out now when she was this flustered. "Actually—we should go to her room. I've got something for both of you anyway. Might as well knock it out at once."
Still blushing and fuming, Marie tugged her gloves back on. We stepped out into the hallway, her boots stomping like she was ready to bull-rush the nearest wall.
A moment later, I knocked on the door next to hers.
It swung open to reveal Kitty—still red as a tomato—attempting to look casual.
"Heeey! Luke, Marie. I was, uh… just getting ready for the mission. Y'know. Not hiding. Or thinking about anything weird." She rambled in one breath, smiling way too hard.
Her skin tight infiltration suit hugged her figure in all the right ways, and she had pulled her long hair into her usual ponytail—cute, practical, very Kitty-like.
"You—!" Marie stepped forward, fists trembling, but I caught her shoulder before she launched.
"Easy, Mar." I smiled. "Why don't we talk inside? I've got something important for both of you."
"N-no thanks!" Kitty's gaze flicked down to the very obvious outline in my beach shorts, her blush intensifying. "I-I'm good out here! Totally good!"
"It's not like that, silly girl," I sighed with a chuckle. "It's mission gear. And you can literally phase out of danger, so relax."
"O-oh." Kitty blinked, processing, then nodded rapidly. "Right! Yes. Mission stuff. Definitely important."
She stepped aside, letting us in—still avoiding eye contact with both of us.
"Hmph. Yer room's just as messy as always," Marie muttered, arms crossing tight. "No wonder ya never stay in here. You're too busy poppin' into everyone else's."
"Heh… maybe I do need to tidy up like a little," Kitty laughed nervously, kicking scattered magazines and clothes under her bed in one swift, guilty motion.
The atmosphere in the room was full of awkwardness—neither of the girls were eager to discuss what had occured—so I opened a small portal and set several gadgets on the desk.
Seeing their curious gazes, I explained to them what all these can do.
"You probably won't need the serum," I explained in a firm voice. "But the NZT-lite pills will help. They'll calm your nerves, sharpen your focus, and keep you alert during your first mission."
Both of them were listening to me seriously.
"I'll check in with the others. Study up, get familiar with everything." I glanced at Marie; she gave a small, understanding nod.
I closed the door behind me and headed for the next room.
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"Okay—this is so cool," Kitty whispered to her reflection, striking a pose with her finger pointed like a spy pistol. "Secret Agent Kitty Pryde… ready for action!"
"Hmph. Childish," Marie muttered as she inspected her own gear carefully.
"Hey! This stuff's new for me," Kitty huffed, lips puffed into a pout. "You probably get fancy tech all the time. Your boyfriend spoils you, right?"
"It's not like that," Marie snapped lightly, arms crossing again. "He just gave me an emergency credit card, is all."
"Ooooh, emergency, huh? What's the limit on it?" Kitty leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Ah'm not tellin' you," Marie said flatly, focusing harder on her gadgets.
"Aww, c'mon! I just wanna know what we could buy with it," Kitty teased.
"We ain't buyin' anything, this is for emergencies," Marie shot back with a sharp hmph.
"Psh, Luke's a billionaire," Kitty murmured. "He wouldn't mind. And after seeing the size of that thing—" her cheeks flared pink, "—I can't even imagine how painful that must've been. You totally deserve, like, compensation."
"It's only painful at the start…" Marie grumbled under her breath.
"What was that? Can't hear you~" Kitty leaned closer, wiggling her brows.
"Ah said focus on the mission," Marie barked, flustered red.
Kitty snorted, finally backing off. "Okay, okay… Agent Grumpy, jeez."
Marie rolled her eyes—hiding her own blush.
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I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and knocked on the door in front of me.
"What the hell d'you want now?" a low voice growled as the door jerked open.
A short, wild-haired woman glared up at me, fists already balled like she was two seconds from carving me apart. Black hair spiked in every direction, blue eyes sharp—and the very tight, form-fitting suit hugged every curve she pretended she didn't have, yellow striping accenting her sexy frame.
My Clairvoyance warned me she could throw a punch at any second, but my eyes still drifted over her hefty breasts.
"Hey!" she snarled, shoulders tensing. "Eyes up, bub."
"Why are you so angry at me, Logan?" I asked, lifting my hands defensively and quietly activating my Angelic Aura. I wasn't interested in tasting adamantium—again.
"Don't play dumb," she snapped, jaw grinding. "I know damn well it was you who egged Jean on about makin' this get-up for me."
"Well, yeah," I admitted with a shrug. "And what's wrong with that? You look great." I gave her a thumbs-up. "Honestly I'm impressed she convinced you to wear it at all."
"Hmph. I don't need no fancy shiny crap," Logan muttered as she stomped back inside. "I look like a damn clown."
"Come on, Logan," I said, stepping in after her. "You can heal but your clothes can't. And your healing factor doesn't take away the pain. So extra protection will only help you."
Her room was… a disaster zone. Empty beer bottles and cans piled in corners, scattered clothes including shirts, bras and panties, motorcycle magazines drooping from a toppled stack, everything was a mess.
Logan flopped onto her bed with a scowl. "Those words sound real familiar. Lemme guess—you fed 'em to Jean too, just to corner me into this."
"It's still true," I replied calmly. With a gesture, I used Psychokinesis to levitate the bottles and cans into a small portal leading to a dumpster outside.
"You should really clean this place," I sighed, cracking open a window. "With senses like yours, I'm surprised you can even breathe in here."
"Tch. I didn't ask for a maid." Logan snorted, crossing her arms. "Just tell me why you came here, bub." She looked away like she was already annoyed.
"What? Can't I just come hang out with you?" I asked with an easy smile.
Logan shot me a look like she was about two seconds from punching me.
"Alright, alright. I did have something to give you." I held up my hands in surrender. "Some new gadgets. You don't have to use them—just figured they might come in handy." I opened a small portal and handed the devices over.
Snikt. Snikt.
"These are all the gadgets I'll ever need," Logan said dryly as her claws slid out with a metallic hiss.
Good thing I had told Jean to leave openings around the knuckles on the suit; I knew that Logan would never wait long before popping those claws.
"Yes, I know," I said, sighing. "Still, take a look. They each have different utility." I explained the functions, warning her specifically to avoid the pill and serum unless it was an absolute emergency. "Someone with hypersensitive senses like you will not enjoy that power-up."
"You keep makin' all kinds of weird crap," Logan muttered, eyeing the pile before picking up the focus device with mild curiosity.
"There was one more thing…" I sat down in front of her. "Has Professor Charles helped you recover any more memories yet?"
"Yeah… but it's just pieces. Flashes." Logan rubbed her temples, jaw tightening. "And the pain and anger that comes with 'em…" She exhaled through her nose. "Chuck says it's normal. Says it'll take time." Her blue eyes locked on mine, sharp and suspicious. "Luke… you think he's lyin' to me?"
"You mean, he has seen everything in your memories and just isn't telling you?" I asked, brow raised.
"I've had that feelin'. You got those mind powers too, right?" Logan leaned forward, voice low. "If you wanted… you could look in my head. See for yourself. Yeah?"
Her claws clicked back into place with a metallic whisper as the room fell quiet.
"I do have Telepathy… but it's nowhere near the Professor's," I admitted with a sigh. "And I almost never use it. I hate the idea of someone poking around in my head, hearing things I never meant to share. So I follow the same rule. I don't invade anyone's thoughts unless it's absolutely necessary."
"But that's not the same thing here, Luke!" Logan snapped, smacking her thigh in anger. "I—I don't even know my past… I don't know where I came from, or where my home is." Her voice wavered, rough edges cracking. "That crazy woman with powers like mine called me her sister… and I don't even remember her." She swallowed. "I can't keep livin' like this. I want to know, Luke… I need to."
I had never seen Logan this vulnerable.
In fact I had never even suggested digging into her memories before — because I didn't know if it was wise. Her origins in the X-Men media were soaked in blood, rage and cruelty; I had no reason to think her past here would be kinder.
Carefully, I reached for her gloved hands.
"I don't know if my Telepathy can help," I said softly, meeting her eyes. "But I'll try—whatever's in my power. And if it's not enough, I'll make the Professor dig deeper. I promise." I squeezed gently. "But only after we finish this rescue mission. There can be no distractions now."
"…Alright." She nodded slowly, jaw tightening. "Reasonable."
A beat passed—then her nose scrunched.
"And I've been tryin' to ignore it, but if you stay hard while touchin' me, bub, I'll cut it off." Her tone dropped like a loaded threat.
My smile froze. I jerked my hands back quickly.
"S-Sorry! It's just—uhh—hard to get it down." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. "Also, in my defense, that tight suit is not helping."
Logan's eyes narrowed into murder.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out."
"Alright, I'm going—I'm going." I shot to my feet, hands up. "Just don't forget the new bracelet. Even if you ditch the other gadgets, please keep that on. You'll thank me someday." I smirked.
"Hmph... And you—draggin' all these kids along? Don't you dare expect me to babysit." She crossed her arms, scowl deepening. "If something happens, that's on your hands, not mine, bub."
"Oh please. You say that, but you're totally worried," I countered. "Besides, they're powerful mutants. You trained them. Have some faith—they'll surely surprise you."
I took one last appreciative look at her breasts before slipping out the door.
"Fucking horny kid," Logan muttered under her breath, rubbing the dog tag at her throat.
"Phew… that was close." I patted my chest once I was safely in the hall, finally switching off my Angelic Aura. "I have zero doubt she would actually cut it off, if I had irritated her more. On that note I should've never told her about my regeneration powers…"
Sure, my healing factor wasn't anywhere near Logan's, but once she learned I could walk off near-fatal injuries, she pushed our Danger Room spars into actual danger. Not that I minded—going toe-to-toe with her pushed my super-soldier body to its limits, and there was something… thrilling about it.
And maybe — just maybe — if I can actually take her down in hand-to-hand one day, I'll have the nerve to ask her out without getting skewered.
In fact I am pretty sure Logan knew about my intentions the second we first met; she has just been pretending not to notice.
Maybe once she uncovers her past, she will be more open to the idea. Or maybe remembering everything will push her even further away from me.
Sigh. Still… I can't refuse to help her.
But I definitely need to talk to the Professor first to see what he knows. Speaking of which—why the hell is it taking him so long to pinpoint one of those locations with Cerebro?
Did the baldy fall asleep… or is he slacking?
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