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CHAPTER 372 END GOALS

    CHAPTER 372 END GOALS


    <span style="font-weight:400">Jean Grey used her iPad-like scanning tool on me. Wearing white Tyvek protective gear she was hidden behind a face mask, trying to protect herself from radiation. Hank McCoy was in theb with us so I couldn’t hit on her. Not the first time an X-Men was exposed to radiation they had me swallowing pills and destroying my clothes as soon as I got back. Hisako volunteered to stay in town, fearful of my green glowing body for some reason.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Give it to me straight,” I said, muffled by my own white mask. “Am I turning into the Grinch?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“No,” Professor McCoy said. He was Beast in the originalic, a big blue furred man that looked like Sully from Monster Inc. For now he looked like a normal person. Big body, long ck hair, he was rather muscr for a nerd. I was pretty sure he actually was a doctor, but most everyone called him Professor.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually the glowing has stopped,” Jean noted. I brought my arm up and noticed that she was right. I had stopped glowing. “What the hell made you decide to jump into a currently exploding building?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know, bored?” I asked with a shrug. They gave me a look. “What? I thought that’s what we are supposed to do. Saving people, fighting things. Any idea what the hell happened there anyway?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it was all over the news before Logan rushed you here like a Mama Bear,” McCoy said with a chuckle.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“He was speeding rather quickly,” I noted. Jean turned on the TV. The news was focused on ground zero of the Baxter Building. “They said that there was an unofficial project going on with Gamma Rays.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh fun,” I said. I guessed that was the thing that would give the Fantastic 4 their powers. But gamma rays were also what would give Bruce Banner his Mr. Hyde alter ego of the Incredible Hulk. “Anysting effects?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I thought there might be,” McCoy admitted. “But it seems to have left your system fairly quickly. Logan will be pissed the Mustang will have to be scrubbed, but looks like you dodged a bullet. I want to monitor you overnight, but for now you have no radiation readings on you.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Perfect, so I’m unkible,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, you very well could have died,” McCoy said.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“But I didn’t,” I pointed out.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“But you could have,” McCoy retorted.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well I’ve only died like 3 or 4 times, so pretty sure I’m immune now,” I said. <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Whatever,” McCoy said. “Just swallow these pills every 4 hours. You start shitting blood, call me.” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks doc. Your bedside manner…5 stars,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I must have sounded sarcastic because he added, “I could have made those suppositories, so you’re wee.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded as McCoy left. Miss Grey stayed behind, wrapping up my clothes in a red bag that had the hazmat symbol on it. “So uh, Nurse Grey. Do I get a sponge bath or anything special?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nope,” she said. “You get to hang out here all on your lonesome.” I was in nothing but scrubs. Practically naked and afraid, I began to n my escape from the quarantine as I felt a group of people heading down the hall outside my room. They stopped on the other side of the door, talking to McCoy. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could tell that McCoy didn’t like them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong?” Miss Grey asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing just…” I left it, watching the interaction outside. Slowly the door opened to reveal my 2nd favorite cyclops, Nick Fury. Shaved head, ck skin, goatee, he was my favorite Samuel Jackson inspired Nick Fury. Beside him was a man in a suit and behind him were 2 people I guessed were supposed to be bodyguards.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weston,” Professor McCoy said, walking back into the examination room. “Mr. Fury has some questions for you, if you wouldn’t mind. You don’t have-”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah that’s fine,” I said with a wave of my hand. “I hear you’re the one paying for all the fun stuff around here. What can I do for you, Mr. Fury?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t pay for it, the American taxpayer does,” Fury said. He seemed like the no nonsense type as he walked closer. The man in the suit followed, but the 2 guards in skintight clothes did not. Seeing the clothes reminded me I had my Gantz Armor. I was tempted to sell them to him, but it would probably be best to have them made by someone else. I would have to get in touch with this world’s version of Mei soon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Either way, you help keep the lights on,” I said. He frowned but nodded. I kept looking into the patched eye, forcing myself to stare at the actual eye as he studied me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What did you see at the Baxter Building?” He asked. “Walk me through it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh big machine thing going weewooweewoo. Giant volleyball spinning like it was possessed. On fire mostly. Lots of smoke. Big red button. Hit it, all hell stopped breaking loose. There were 5 scorched bodies on the ground. 4 people that looked unharmed. I grabbed the 4 then got the hell out of there.” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re the one that dragged them to the elevator?” Fury asked.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Didn’t want to stick around to exin crap,” I said. “I assume I made the right call with the big red button and all?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s what we think,” Fury said. “Richards and the others still aren’t awake. So we need all the information we can get.” He turned and began whispering to the man in the business suit. <span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really? Seems kind of small fry, doesn’t it?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We take buildings blowing up seriously, especially in New York,” Fury said. I nodded, of course they would. After 9/11 anything big blowing up was bound to make the news and the general poption pucker their asses. He continued to talk to the suit who then nodded and headed out. The 2 guards outside followed the man in the business suit.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">To my surprise Fury stayed behind. He turned to me, studying me for a moment. Then his gaze turned to McCoy and Grey. “You mind giving us a moment? I want to talk to Mr. Walker about something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Grey looked to McCoy who got angry. “Absolutely no-”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Woah there, buddy,” I said, stopping McCoy. “I can answer for myself.” I locked eye with Fury. “Absolutely, we can have a moment.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weston, you really shouldn’t,” Grey said.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have a feeling I should,” I said, intrigued by the Haki from Fury. “It’s fine. You 2 were just leaving anyway.” McCoy and Jean shared another look, hesitating as they walked away, but didn’t shut the door. Fury walked over to the panel and pushed the button to close it.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks,” Fury said. His hands moving to his back he leaned against the wall as he studied me for a moment. His Haki was a mix of conniving, maniption, and a hint of intrigue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I reviewed your file on the way over here,” Fury said. Walking back and forth in front of me, I guessed it was to save me from looking into the wrong eye. “Got your powers from a chemical spill.” <span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yep, parents and sister dead too,” I said. <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wasn’t going to mention that, but okay,” Fury said. “What do you think about this school?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh…it’s cool?” I asked, confused.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were normal before all this. Then suddenly you got a power that messed with you on a molecr level. Now you can fuse things together. Congrats on breaking out of the habit of fusing people to you by the way,” he said. “And now from the reports I am getting in, you can fly. Seems you have more than one power. Which is rare.” He let out a sigh when I didn’t say anything. “What do you think of the mutants?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I like the mutants,” I admitted. “As a whole they aren’t as bad as people portray them on TV. I mean…I’m a mutant.” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, you aren’t,” Fury said. “You ever heard of Homo Superior?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“That like Mother Superior from the sound of music? Or bigger, stronger gay people?” I asked, knowing full well what it was.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“As in a new species. One of Professor Xavier’s colleagues has coined the phrase. He believes mutants are the next step in the evolutionary track of the human species. Calling themselves homo superior.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds gay. What about it?” I asked.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“These people were born this way,” Fury said, stopping as he turned to face me. “You, have been made this way. You and I don’t have the mutation in our genes to give us a superpower. Whatever happened to you changed you. You aren’t like those outside.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“True,” I said with a nod. “I’m guessing you had my blood tested and I don’t have the X-gene or whatever?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“You do not,” Fury admitted.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, I’m special because I’m not a mutant?” I asked. “Are you like…grooming me?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“No,” Fury said, but I doubted it. “I simply want to remind you that you are human first. You did good today, saving those people. I could have blocked you from testing to join the X-Men, but I wanted to see what a person that wasn’t a mutant could do.” Again that was a lie. He just admitted to reviewing my info on the way over. I let the lie go. “Now it looks like you can fly and have a few other powers. Which is why I am telling you all this.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because…you want to make a group of superheroes that aren’t mutants?” I asked, pretending to not know the answer.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">His Haki leaked surprise, but his face didn’t show any of it. “I am…considering forming another group. People that work with the X-Men, but aren’t the X-Men.” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Got anybody else in this group?” I asked, perking up.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“One or 2 possibilities, but nothing official,” Fury said. “Why? Are you interested?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">I thought about it for a moment. Get on the ground floor at the Avengers? Tempting, but I didn’t want to be a governmentp-dog. In Avengers Civil War I would have sided with Captain America. Not America. For now I wanted to get they of thend. Let the X-Men lead me to quests.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“For now, no,” I said. “But I’m not opposed to it in the future. Sounds like the group is severelycking in manpower right now, so the X-men sound more lively.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which isn’t wrong,” Fury said. “But things are happening out there kid. Big things. I can feel it. Be in the game as long as I have you get a nose for these sorts of things.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I believe you. And I’m all for helping mankind,” I said. I didn’t rify that it was for a price. Fury nodded and reached out to me. I shook his hand with a smile, excited to possibly get recruited to the Avengers already. I didn’t get a quest to join so I guessed that I was still on the right course.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As he walked out Miss Grey and McCoy walked in. Worried and annoyed about the intrusion I waved them off. “What did he want?” McCoy asked. <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just tried to sell me candles so they could send the CIA choir to Disney for apetition,” I said. They gave me a surprised then annoyed look. “What do you think we talked about?” I asked,ughing. “Government crap. Started stroking my dick and telling me how special I am to recruit me. Apparently I’m quite the catch.” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pain in the ass is more like it,” Grey said with a frown, but inside she was chuckling.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Got that right, now about that date…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">—


    <span style="font-weight:400">“All better now?” Logan asked as I walked to the parking lot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have cancer,” I said. Logan stopped chewing his cigar for a moment as I stared at him. “It’s inoperable. Jean said they could have got it if you drove a little faster, but….I don’t me you.” I continued to keep my face straight for long seconds but I cracked and he threw his cigar at me.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fucking hell, you’re an ass, you know that?” Logan barked. I startedughing loudly. “Screw this. You have already earned the codename Bastard.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“See, d you agree,” I said, passing his cigar back to him. He snatched it and chewed it harder, grumbling as he began walking to the parking lot. I could feel his worry dim as we continued to talk. “Anyway, thanks for getting me here.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Course,” he said. He side eyed me. “Got any other powers you were hiding?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe a couple. Still learning,” I said. Jean Grey had given me a whole mind delve after I admitted to learning how to fly. She wasn’t able to dig in too deep psychically with my resistance, but I said that I felt whatever had given me my Fusion power wasn’t done yet. I might get more powers.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">We got to the parking lot and Logan pointed at the motorcycle with the sidecar. “Fuck no,” I said.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“You contaminated my other ride,” Logan growled. “Get in.” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not. I’ll just freaking fly,” I said. <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“You probably shouldn’t,” Logan said. But wasn’t too hurt. “Fine, you know where you’re going?” <span style="font-weight:400">


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually, I was hoping to take a break from the X-Men work,” I admitted.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?! You just started a few hours ago!” He yelled. The little man was quick to rage. The anger was a different kind of rage than I was used to. Not violent, just…ready to do violence. I could feel his Spiritual Energy was angry, but it was a hot inferno, an inferno that could get muchrger. Logan was an angry man, but not violent. It was an interesting distinction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know my backstory?” I asked. “Family gets killed in a crash. Weird goop gets on me. I wake up as the freaky glue stick.” Logan nodded, chewing his cigar harder. “That barrel, the one with the goop, it had a symbol on it. A hexagon with a dot in the middle.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean…”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I saw itst night. Oscorp. That is who spilled whatever on me. That is who owns the distributor who owns the shellpany who owns the other shellpany who owns the foreign exchange that owns the other distributor that owns the shippingpany whose truck drove into my parent’s car.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“What about it?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“So I want to go find out who the hell did what to me,” I said, like it was obvious. “Look, I don’t know your history. I don''t know what you’ve been through.” But I could guess. “It’s like some need to know. Maybe they didn’t cause the death of my family. The death of everyone I cared about. But they yed a part in it. Hell I could still be a kid too scared to touch people if I hadn’t figured out my power. They are doing something and I need to know why. How they are doing whatever they did to me.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Logan turned, getting on the motorcycle. “Fine, do what you want. You, Hisako, and I are at the apartment for the next week at least. You stop by daily. Do some training. I’ll cover for you with the professor. But you let me know what you’re doing before you do it. Capiche?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Capiche? Who the hell says capiche?”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“I fucking do,” he said, starting up the motorcycle. “I’ll meet you at the apartment. The ce has a link to our system. I’m sure I can pull up some information on Oscorp.” He revved the engine a couple of times.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks,” I said, truthfully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “And you sure as shit better pull that cancer thing on Hisako. If I find out I’m the only one you tried it on, I’ll be pissed.” Iughed loudly. Logan winked and began backing up. As he left I decided I really liked Logan. Lifting off the ground I wondered if I could see Anne off. Looking at the time I knew I already missed her flight though. Tabi enjoying her time at the school. I left her alone too. No worries once more I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I would find at Oscorp.
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