I Became Her Boyfriend?

"I... I did it for your own good. Back then, your mind couldn't bear the immense power inside your body." Charles shook his head in grief.

Jean stared coldly at the bald old man with his sorrowful expression. She said nothing, but a few words could not erase the decades of suffering she had endured in the dark.

She would make that damned bald man feel her pain, and she would do it by killing the people he cared about most.

Just then, Iceman Bobby charged at her.

His body changed rapidly. His skin turned to ice crystals, then his muscles, and even his blood.

With his power unleashed, he became a man of ice and tried to suppress Jean's telekinesis with temperatures approaching absolute zero.

He pressed both hands to the ground. Ice spread across it toward Jean like a silver-white snake.

Jean glanced at him. That was all it took. The ice stopped less than half a meter from her toes, then began to dissolve. It was not being heated. It was being broken down.

The hydrogen bonds between the water molecules were forcibly severed. The ice turned from solid to liquid, from liquid to gas, and from gas to hydrogen and oxygen atoms.

The Phoenix Force gave Jean subatomic-level control. Against her, Iceman's fearsome freezing ability might as well have been a child's trick.

Iceman knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. His power had been overcome—not by stronger ice, but by being erased at the microscopic level.

"Enough, Jean, enough!" Charles's voice cracked. The old man who had never cried in front of his students finally lost control.

"Scott is dead. Hank is dead. You've crippled Ororo too. How many more people do you have to kill before you're satisfied?!"

Jean tilted her head and looked