[REPOST]- FBL- First Meeting, Logan And Xavier’s POV

[REPOST]- FBL- First Meeting, Logan and Xavier’s POV

The X-Men Adults in this Universe are: Beast, Cyclops, Jean, Storm, Colossus, and Young X-Men (still older than Logan) are: Iceman, Angel, and Kitty Pryde. Kurt and Logan are the same age, but Kurt has been at the Institute for around,,,, 3 or four years now.

We’re going to do this in the Angstiest way possible: The Original Canon.

Xavier finds out about a Mutant: Weapon X. Part of a strange project being conducted in Canada. What he doesn’t know until he gets there is that Weapon X is a 16 year old boy.

It goes a little like this:

Charles meets with the Canadian President and military after finding out about a program involving Mutants. Specifically, the experimentation and use of mutants as weapons of war. In exchange for not doing anything… too severe, they have to allow him to offer sanctuary to Weapon X himself. He is ‘invited’ into the facility in Quebec, and waits in the Conference room for the head of the program to arrive with the mutant.

And waits.

And waits.

The sun moves across the sky, beams unfettered by the whisps of clouds tht remain after last week's rain.

…

 He’s debating calling in Scott by the time he hears footsteps outside the room.

Stryker goes white. Still, he’s remarkably composed for someone who has been experimenting on mutants, and is currently being faced with The Representative for Mutants.

“My apologies Professor”, he holds out his hand, “Ha, got a little held up there, but I’m here!” He grins, a wabbly, fluttering thing that turns into a tight lipped smile. ‘Cmon, talk so I can go before the brats' plane arrives.’

Silence.

Stryker puts his hand down, but remains standing, his feelings only only given away by the first beads of sweat dripping down his temple. “Well, ahem, we had some issues getting everything in order, but I am proud to meet you.”

Xavier sighs. “And where-”

The sound of thundering footsteps rapidly approaching. It almost sounds like a stampede. If possible, Stryker’s face goes more white as he whips around to slam the door shut. ‘No-’

He just gets his hand on the handle when it slams open, pushing him into the wall with so much force he topples over.

“Who’s the bigwig you’re talking to without me, old man?!”

… It’s the voice of a young man. A boy.

He’s in a thick suit, similar to Xavier’s X-Men, but more militaristic, with a … a collar. A very thick, seamless metal collar. His hair is plastered to his forehead, like he was just hosed down, with a snarl on his face showing off sharp, animalistic teeth.

The child thinks, ‘Thank fuck I made it.’

Charles feels nausea swirl in his gut, a phantom taste of vomit already in his mouth.

“I am the 'Bigwig’. Wolverine, correct? I am Professor Charles Xavier, at your service.” He smiles genially, hoping to let the boy know that he is safe from these monsters.

Wolverine sneers uncaringly. “Obviously it’s me.” 

He looks at Stryker. “Am I supposed to be impressed by some Professor?”

Stryker finishes straightening his suit and puts a heavy hand on Wolverine’s shoulder. Xavier can see Wolverine tense, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Apparently, the brass is impressed. All I know is that he’s here to make you some sort of offer.” He better not take it if he knows what’s good for him.

Wolverine’s eye’s glint, and he leans closer to the Professor.

“An offer? Okay, what’s your deal?”

One chance Charles. He swallows. “I know of your recent battles. And more, I know of your powers. You, child, are a Mutant. And I have a need of mutants-”

“Hey! I’m not some fucking ki-”

“-I am offering you a chance to become an X-Man!” Then, he speaks directly into Wolverine’s mind. 

‘I am offering you a chance to become free!’

Wolverine pauses. His eyes widen and flick between Stryker and the Professor. He lets out a long, slow breath, sets his jaw and nods.

“What the hell, I’ll do it.” His posture is carefully casual, juxtaposed by Stryker’s meaty hands grabbing his shoulders to spin him around.

“Not so fast! The government has invested a great deal of time and money into i-him” He looks down at the boy, who’s eyes stay locked with Xavier’s.

“If you try walking out on us, I’ll have you locked up!”

“Well this is a free country, isn’t it? Besides, you’re not my legal guardian, the government is, and they said I could!” At this, Wolverine pops his infamous claws. As blood trickles down his knuckles, Stryker’s hand flies to his pocket, and they both freeze. C'mon kid, try it! There’s a reason we put that damn thing on you!

Xavier holds up a finger, and the metaphorical standstill becomes much more real.

“I believe Wolverine has made his choice. I shall take him with me, and any of his belongings will be sent to my school by next week, is that alright with you, Commander?”

Stryker and Wolverine continue there stare-off, before the Colonel grunts out an affirmative. Xavier retracts his powers from their minds. Logan steps back, suddenly looking slightly nervous.

“...Well. You’re going to need this.” Stryker hands Xavier a remote from his pocket. “He’s violent sometimes.” He laughs, loud, chest heaving things

“He’s more of a beast than that blue doctor of yours!” He’s still chuckling to himself when the door closes.

Wolverine doesn’t look at him or at the remote. He breathes, and nods.

“Okay, so how are we leavin’?”

* * * * * * * *

It takes them some time to actually get out of the building. Wolverine stops by his room and fills up a small bag with items, and Charle’s is given a thick folder on information on Wolverines mutations as well as how to 'take care of him’. 

The team is waiting for them to board. Xavier hasn’t told them of his discovery, deciding that instability would be better handled once they’re on the plane and away from humans. What he doesn’t expect, however, is Wolverine's reactions to the team. He stands as far as he can from both Xavier and the team as they make their introductions

Scott reaches out for a handshake, but it hangs in the air awkwardly as Wolverine scowls at it. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he seems to shake himself and reaches forward to give one stiff shake, and then adjusts his stance to face everyone else.

“I’m Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops. And you are…?”

The boy scoffs. “My name is Wolverine. Shouldn’t you know it, since you all came for me?”

Scott grits his teeth, shock-anger-fear flicking through his mind. ’Seriously professor? A kid?!’

Everyone else is worse at hiding their shock. A thunderous crack is heard as lightning strikes near the entrance of the facility, and the room trembles as Jean’s powers begin to make things float.

'Now, X-Men, I know this is a surprise, but please maintain your composure. Although it may not be visible, it appears he is nervous about meeting other mutants for the first time.’

Things settle, and the thunder quiets.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Wolverine, I am Storm, also known as Ororo Munroe. I will be flying us back.” She nods, and heads to the cockpit. 

“I am Colossus, little lad! My real name is Piotr Rasputin!” He steps forward, as though to pull Wolverine to him.

The boy adjusts his stance to be a little further away, and growls, “I am not little! And don’t touch me, fuckwad.”

Colossus coughs awkwardly at the violent response, and then mumbles, “Of-of course. Ah, I believe I shall go see how Storm is doing.”

Charles inclines his head towards Jean, ‘Would you mind looking into his collar? There is no visible seal, and I do not have the knowledge to remove it. You have been spending time with Hank, so I hope you can be of some help.’

'Of course Professor.’

Jean approaches, and gently puts her hand on his bicep. She smiles down at him and says, “I’m sorry about the shaking Wolverine, I tend to have some trouble containing my abilities. My name is Jean Grey. How about you sit in the back with me? I’d like to take a look at that collar, if possible?”

Wolverine looks away, a light pink brushing his cheeks. “Sure. Whatever.”

‘Oh my.’

Scott’s head whips over, and he opens his mouth to say he’ll stay in the back as well, but Xavier steps in. “That sounds great, Jean. Cyclops, let’s go to the front so the plane can take off. I believe it is almost time for dinner.”