Everyone settled into the living room. Nearly all the X-Men were here, while the television continued replaying the press conference. No one looked particularly pleased.
Wolverine and Cyclops were both straightening their clothes. Judging by the murderous way they glared at each other, they must have fought before Deathstroke arrived.
Behind Deathstroke, Wade was also staring at Cyclops and murmuring to the air, "Audience, Little Wolvie's opponent should've been me, but Red-Eyes stole my screen time. Do you think we should secretly take him out, then have Cousin get me a Synthezoid to replace him?"
As he spoke, he made a vicious chopping gesture through the air.
Deadpool's sudden episodes were nothing new. Although Daisy beside him heard his quiet muttering, she simply ignored him.
She walked straight toward Jean Grey in the crowd. The two women, who could be considered acquaintances, quickly began chatting warmly.
Jean Grey seemed accustomed to the conflict between Wolverine and Cyclops and acted as though she had seen nothing. Instead, she pinched Daisy's arm and began talking about muscles and subcutaneous fat.
Wanda, meanwhile, kept her eyes on the stairs. Draped over the railing was a thin-faced girl with a head of green hair.
That girl had caught her attention.
For some reason, although she was certain they had never met, Wanda could not shake the strange feeling of familiarity.
Charles continued speaking with Deathstroke. His hands rested atop the blanket on his knees, his bald head reflecting the light as he smiled. "The military hasn't attacked us yet, so Hank is still making one last effort. Perhaps there's still room to turn things around. The being accused of being a Mutant isn't actually a Mutant. I can't even find its brainwaves."
Cyclops wiped at his nosebleed and interjected, "Who knows? Maybe it was