Ok before you start this chapter. From what i remembered, anything percieved as a threat by Mahoraga, when used to attack him would be adapted...i just feel like dropping this Information specifically for this chapter and oh yes, they'll be a genderbend.
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Among the whole Marvel Universe, Xavier ranked near the top of the humans Mark knew he needed to be wary about.
While Mark wasn't a die-hard Marvel fan and didn't know every detail, he still recognized the old man in the wheelchair.
'Hopefully he doesn't scan our minds,' Mark prayed internally.
"A school for special people?" Wanda repeated, watching as Xavier nodded.
"Yes, people like us. There, you and your brother can learn how to better control your powers."
"Brother?" Wanda muttered, then shook her head firmly. "Mark isn't my brother."
"He isn't talking about Mark, sis," Pietro said with a smug smile, his chin lifted slightly. "He's talking about me. When you guys went out, a group of soldiers attacked the settlement. I awakened my ability right as I was about to get shot and brought all of them down."
"You did?" Wanda looked at her brother in surprise.
"Of course I did. I'm the best, after all," Pietro answered.
"So, what do you say?" Xavier asked, but the two siblings turned toward Mark. Xavier instantly detected a single clear emotion from the pair: dependence.
'Interesting.' Xavier turned his attention to the boy. "You must be Mark. I've heard a lot about you from Pietro. Would you be interested in joining my school?"
As he spoke, Xavier naturally allowed his telepathy to brush against Mark's mind. It wasn't strong enough to probe deep thoughts or memories—only raw emotions. But the instant his telepathy made contact with Mark's mind...
*Click!*
The illusory eight-handled wheel appeared behind Mark's head. It rotated once.
Because Mahoraga's adaptation triggers whenever any phenomenon is perceived as a potential threat—even a light mental probe—the wheel reacted instantly.
Magneto's body tensed as he took a step forward, but Xavier looked back at his friend, shaking his head gently. Xavier then turned back to Mark, his eyes filled with intrigue and surprise.
His probing had been completely blocked.
Mark was just as surprised as Xavier. He hadn't learned how to summon the wheel at will yet; it usually only appeared when he actively adapted to something. Currently, he didn't feel like he was tanking any direct physical attacks...
'Wait. Did he try to read my mind, and I adapted to his telepathy...?' Mark thought, a mix of shock and glee washing over him.
If he could adapt to Xavier's telepathy, it meant he no longer needed to fear the telepath's power. He could tag along and leave this country behind without constant worry.
Mark looked at Xavier directly. "Are you kidnappers?"
"..."
Xavier chuckled and shook his head. "If we were kidnappers, we wouldn't tell you, right?"
"That's true," Mark nodded. "So where do we sign to register?"
"You seem quite trusting..." Magneto remarked, his eyes squinted.
"Well, I don't have much of a choice. I want to get out of this place," Mark replied plainly.
"We currently do not have any paperwork here, but it does not matter," Xavier smiled warmly. "With your agreement, you are now a student of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."
He then turned back to the twins.
"If Mark bro is going, I don't see why I'd stay behind," Pietro said.
"If you can help me control this power to properly protect those I care about, I will also join," Wanda added.
"That is wonderful to hear. But we still have to wait for the others to return, to see if they would also be interested in joining," Xavier said.
The group waited for half an hour before Viktor and the others arrived. Surprisingly, even after Mark disclosed how large the organization was that they had just defeated—and warned that they might return with even greater force—Viktor and his group refused the offer.
"We can't leave this country and its people behind to suffer. We must bring down the leeches sucking the vitality out of this land," Viktor said stoically.
Xavier nodded reassuringly. "I understand. I wish you the best of luck, then."
With four kids now accompanying them, Xavier and Magneto boarded Xavier's private jet and left the country behind.
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New York, Westchester.
The sleek black jet finally came to a stop above a large grassy expanse. It hovered in the air for a few seconds before descending slowly to land.
Xavier, Magneto, and the kids stepped out of the aircraft to find a blue-furred man standing there with a welcoming smile.
"Welcome to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."
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The days following their enrollment into the mutant school passed quickly for Mark.
His routine was almost monotonous: training. Endless training in ki control and pushing his adaptation limits.
Eight years went by.
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Morning.
The morning sun was already scorching hot, its bright rays falling across the sleeping form of Mark. The room was peaceful and quiet.
*Bang!*
Suddenly, the door was swung wide open as Pietro burst inside.
"Wake up, Mark! It's a brand new day!" he shouted, only to be nudged hard in the ribs by Wanda, who shoved him aside.
"Pietro! Shouting like that to wake him up will give him a heart attack," Wanda said exasperatedly.
"So? He's practically immortal. Give him a few more seconds and he'll be bouncing around once more," Pietro said with a shrug, earning a glare from Wanda.
"Pietro... what's with you yelling early in the morning?" Mark groaned, sitting upright on his bed. He turned toward the two of them and froze. "Pietro, there's something wrong with your smile. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
"It's all in your imagination, bro," Pietro said, walking over to throw an arm around Mark's shoulders. "Come on, get dressed... We're sneaking out."
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