Pikapool! I Choose You!

The Blackbird swooped low over the water, a sleek shadow slipping through the fog. Somewhere below, on a police boat, two guards squinted into the mist. One nudged the other and muttered, "Sounds like a storm's comin'." The other just shrugged, too tired or too lazy to care.

The fog thickened, cloaking the jet in secrecy as it glided towards Liberty Island. The Statue loomed ahead, its iconic form half-obscured in the haze. But Rogue wasn't paying attention to the majestic view or the soft roll of fog creeping over the water. She was focused on the towering Statue of Liberty, or more specifically, to the mechanical monstrosity now sitting atop the torch. Her son probably strapped in there right now.

The Blackbird hit the ground with a thud, jostling everyone inside.

"You call that a landing?" Logan grumbled, glaring daggers at Scott.

"Sorry," Scott quipped, without even looking back, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.

Logan just grunted, giving him a look that promised he'd get back at him for that later. Jean caught the exchange and shook her head with a small smile. "Boys," she muttered under her breath.

They filed out of the jet, stepping onto the island with a sense of urgency. All eyes were drawn upward to the torch, where Magneto's machine loomed — some twisted contraption perched at the top like a giant parasite.

The wind picked up as they made their way to the museum entrance, Storm's cape fluttering behind her dramatically. Cyclops, in the lead as usual, strode up to the metal detector waited by the doorway.

Scott went through first, as expected. No beep, of course. His visor wasn't exactly standard issue metal.

Next came Jean, followed by Storm. Nothing but silence from the machine.

Then Logan stepped through. The metal detector immediately blared like it was screaming for help.

"Figures," Logan muttered, already annoyed. He popped one claw, slicing through the metal detector's panel with a quick jab. Sparks flew, and the machine let out one last wheezing gasp before it died, the light flickering out. Logan took a step back, admiring his handiwork as the others stopped and stared.

"Really?" Cyclops said, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

Logan just smirked. He retracted the middle claw, leaving the two outer ones extended, essentially flipping Cyclops off with his claws. Scott's expression stayed serious for about two seconds before the corners of his mouth twitched up in a grin. Jean rolled her eyes again.

Rogue followed last, stepping carefully over the remains of the metal detector. "He just can't help himself," she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation.

"Nope," Logan grunted, but there was a flicker of humor in his eyes.

As they moved further into the museum's hallway, a six-foot replica of the Statue of Liberty stood by the security desk, like some weird guardian watching over them. The silence grew thick with tension, broken only by the sound of their footsteps echoing against the steel beams above.

Logan's senses suddenly prickled. He stopped dead in his tracks, hand raised to halt the others.

"There's someone here," he growled, eyes narrowing as he scanned the shadows.

Cyclops immediately went on alert, visor aimed and ready. "Where?"

Logan squinted into the shadows, his senses on high alert. "I don't know," he muttered, voice low. "Keep your eyes open." His gaze flickered to Cyclops, and a hint of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hang on."

Without waiting for a response, Logan moved off into the dimly lit hall, disappearing into the shadows with barely a sound.

"Logan, no! We need to—Damn it!" Cyclops muttered, frustration lacing his voice. He turned back to Jean, but before he could say anything, Logan reappeared, padding back toward them like nothing happened.

"Anything?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow.

Logan shook his head, about to say something, when Rogue suddenly stepped forward and wham—socked him square in the face with a punch that echoed through the hall.

"You are NOT Logan," Rogue said, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The fake Logan grinned, his features rippling ever so slightly. But before he could react, the real Logan came barreling out of nowhere, tackling the imposter to the ground. They rolled through a side doorway, both Logans tangling in a blur of claws, fists, and snarls.

The two Logans scrambled to their feet simultaneously, facing off. Cyclops stepped forward, aiming his visor at both of them. "Logan!" he shouted. Both turned to him, speaking in unison: "Wait!"

Before Cyclops could decide which one to blast, a loud WHAM echoed through the hall. A large metal door slammed shut, locking the two Logans behind it and separating them from the others.

The remaining X-Men rushed up to the door. Cyclops yanked at it, but it didn't budge. His jaw clenched as he stepped back, visor glowing ominously. "Stand back," he muttered, preparing to blast the door open.

THUD.

Before he could fire, Toad dropped from the ceiling like a giant green missile. He ricocheted off the wall and delivered a powerful double kick to Cyclops' chest, sending him flying backward through the opposite doorway.

"Scott!" Jean cried, starting to move toward him, but Toad leapt again, this time slamming into Storm.

The two tumbled across the floor, Toad grinning like a madman as he ended up on his back, both feet braced against Storm's stomach. He kicked out with brutal force, launching her up over the railing onto the upper floor of the museum.

Toad wasted no time, springing up to the rafters, disappearing in a blink.

Cyclops groaned, getting to his feet. He spotted Jean across the room and ran to her, but as he neared, another clang—the metal door slammed shut, separating him from her. He banged on it in frustration, but there was no getting through.

Jean felt a prickling on the back of her neck. She turned just in time to see Toad grinning at her from the rafters, his slimy tongue flicking out. Before she could react, his tongue shot forward, coating her face with a thick layer of hardening slime.

Jean staggered, clawing at the slime as it hardened around her. "Jean!" Rogue called out, rushing to her side. But before she could help, Toad was back, leaping down toward her with the same wild grin.

Rogue barely dodged his first strike, but Toad moved with freakish agility. He bounced off a wall, spinning mid-air and landing a kick that sent Rogue stumbling back.

"Come on," Toad sneered, hopping on his feet like a deranged boxer. "Is that what you got?"

Rogue's eyes narrowed. She wasn't going down that easily. Snikt, she popped out her own claws.

She darted forward, swinging hard, but Toad dodged with a quick leap to the side. He lashed out with his tongue, wrapping it around Rogue's arm. With a grunt, she yanked back, pulling Toad toward her with surprising strength. She twisted mid-pull, slamming him into the nearest pillar. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing across the stone, but Toad just laughed it off, his tongue snapping free from Rogue's arm.

Toad retaliated with a rapid flurry of kicks, his amphibian reflexes keeping Rogue on the defensive. She blocked one kick, ducked under another, but he was too fast. One of his kicks landed square in her stomach, sending her flying back into a display case.

Rogue grimaced, the wind knocked out of her. But she wasn't giving up. Not when her family was in danger.

Toad grinned, bouncing from side to side. "Gave up yet?"

"Not even close," Rogue muttered, pushing herself up.

She charged at him again, this time aiming for his legs. Toad tried to jump out of the way, but she was ready. Rogue grabbed his ankle mid-leap and slammed him down onto the marble floor with all the strength she had. The impact left a small crater beneath Toad, and he groaned, his cocky grin faltering.

"Now we're talkin'," Rogue said with a smirk, raising her claws to slash him again.

But before she could land it, Toad's tongue snapped out again, wrapping around her wrist and yanking her off balance. He flipped to his feet, pulling her toward him.

Rogue twisted out of his grip at the last second, using his momentum to spin and slam him into the wall once more. Toad groaned, slumping down.

"Ya picked the wrong fight, Froggie," Rogue said, ready to finish it. Her claws shining in the light.

Toad struggled to his feet, his grin gone, now replaced by a snarl. "Well, ain't you the shiny new X-Man," he croaked, his voice slithery as his tongue.

Rogue narrowed her eyes and took a step back, fists raised. "I've had about enough of your ugly mug," she said, barely keeping her Southern twang in check as her anger flared.

Just as Toad was about to strike again, a powerful gust of wind blasted through the hall. Rogue's hair whipped around her face as she looked up, eyes widening in relief.

"Storm!" Rogue yelled.

Above them, Storm floated down gracefully, her eyes glowing white with fury. "You have overstayed your welcome," she said, her voice carrying an edge of thunder.

Toad's smug expression faltered. "Oh, you again."

With a flick of her wrist, Storm summoned a powerful gust of wind, sending Toad flying through the air. He crashed against the far wall with a sickening thud, sliding down and landing in a heap on the ground.

She blows him straight through the windows, her eyes glowing with fury, and he holds to the statue with his tongue.

She walks up to him, saying "Do you know what happens to a toad when it's strike by a lightning? Same thing that happens to anything else."

She then sends a lightning bolt directly at him. Toad is electrocuted, losing his tongue grip, and flies away into the sea.

Storm floated down to Rogue, her expression softening. "You alright?"

Rogue smirked, crossing her arms. "Now that's what I call teamwork."

Storm landed gracefully beside Rogue, giving her a nod. "Let's go find the others."

-

Cyclops staggered back to his feet after Toad's earlier ambush, shaking off the lingering dizziness. His visor glowed a faint red, and through his peripheral vision, he spotted the metal door that had locked him out. He clenched his fists, frustration boiling up. Without hesitation, he raised his head slightly and blasted the door open with a concentrated burst of energy, sending it flying off its hinges.

As soon as the door was down, Cyclops sprinted forward, bursting into the room. His heart pounded as he looked around for Jean.

And there she was—Jean, barely holding on, her hands frantically trying to peel away the thick, disgusting layer of slime covering her face. She was gasping for air, her movements slowing.

"Jean!" Cyclops called out, his voice sharp with urgency. He dashed to her side, his boots skidding slightly on the floor. "Don't move!" His eyes narrowed as he quickly adjusted his visor, setting it to a lower power. He couldn't risk blasting too hard and hurting her.

He aimed carefully, steadying his breathing, and fired a precise beam. The heat from the blast melted away the hardened slime, cutting through it without hitting her skin. The slimy substance hissed and sizzled, breaking apart piece by piece as Cyclops continued his precise shots.

After what felt like an eternity, Jean coughed and sucked in a deep breath as the last remnants of the slime fell away from her face.

Cyclops rushed closer, his hand reaching out to steady her as she stumbled slightly. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softened now, concern etched across his face.

Jean nodded, still catching her breath. "Yeah... I'll be fine. Thanks, Scott." She wiped at her face, grimacing at the remaining traces of slime on her gloves.

"Let's get you out of here," Cyclops said, gently guiding her forward, keeping his visor ready in case Toad or Mystique made another move. The two of them glanced up, hearing distant fighting coming from higher levels—the others were still in trouble.

-

Logan stared down at Mystique, his claws poised to strike. But just as he was about to make the final move, Mystique's sly grin returned. With a swift motion, she twisted beneath him, flipping Logan off her and darting toward the shadows like a snake retreating into its hole.

"Damn it," Logan cursed, pushing himself back up to his feet. He scanned the dark corners, but Mystique was nowhere to be found. For now.

Logan paced through the narrow hallways of the Statue, claws still out, ready. The echoes of battles fought elsewhere bounced off the cold walls. Toad was probably still somewhere annoying the hell out of his team, and Wade… well, Wade was out there, probably in the machine and annoying Magneto, Logan hoped.

The air was cold, too quiet for comfort. Logan's senses were on high alert, but all he could hear was his own heartbeat. He stalked through the halls, his boots clanking softly on the metal floor.

And then a voice from behind startled him. "Logan? Come on, we need to regroup and save Wade!"

Logan spun around. There was Rogue, standing in the middle of the hallway, her face urgent, but… something was off. Her stance, the slight twitch of her smile—it didn't feel right. His instincts kicked in.

"You think you can fool me again?" Logan growled.

Rogue's face twisted in confusion. "Logan? What's wrong?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Logan slashed forward. His claws cut through the air and met soft flesh, a wet sound echoing through the hallway as he buried them deep into her gut.

Mystique gasped, her disguise faltering as her body shifted back to her true blue form. Blood trickled from her mouth as she stared at him in disbelief.

"How…?" she whispered, her voice weak, trembling as her hands grasped at the wound.

Logan twisted his claws ever so slightly, glaring down at her. "You're not her."

Mystique's eyes fluttered, her body shaking before going limp in his grip. Logan pulled his claws out, letting her lifeless form slump to the ground as she morphed fully back into her true self.

He wiped his claws clean, no remorse in his eyes as he left Mystique behind. One down, but the job wasn't finished.

Logan rounded a corner and spotted Cyclops and Jean up ahead, standing near a metal door. Cyclops turned toward him, his visor still glowing faintly red.

Logan stopped, arching a brow. "Hey, hey! It's me."

Cyclops raised his hand, signaling Logan to stop. "Prove it."

Logan's face didn't even twitch. "You're a dick."

Cyclops's lips twitched upward ever so slightly, lowering his hand. "OK."

Jean rolled her eyes but looked relieved. "Where's Mystique?"

"Gone," Logan said, his tone flat as he sheathed his claws.

Before they could say anything more, there was a sudden movement from above. Storm and Rogue appeared at the top of the stairway, rushing up toward the head which made Logan and the others quickly follows.

"That's Wade!" Rogue shouted, pointing into the machine nestled in the torch. Wade was strapped in, looking uncomfortable until he saw the X-Men coming. "MOOOOM! DAAAAD! IS THAT YOUU!!! YOU REALLY WEAR THEM!!! KYAAAA!!!"

"Wade, honey, hang tight! Mom and Dad are coming to you!" Rogue called out, her voice mixing urgency with a protective fierceness as she took off from the head of Liberty toward the torch but suddenly stopped mid-run.

"Everybody get out of here!" Logan's warning echoed, but it was too late.

"What is it?" Storm asked.

"We can't move," Rogue said, eyes wide as Magneto descended to greet them. With a flick of his wrist, he sent both Logan and Rogue crashing back against the wall.

The metal bracings in the statue groaned and came loose. Cyclops blasted at the braces in rapid succession, but there were too many. One viciously wrapped around his neck from behind, forcing his head back and pinning him against the wall. The braces punched through the statue's metal, binding them all in place.

Storm and Jean struggled against their own restraints. Cyclops and Jean found themselves caught in a way that forced them to face each other, expressions a mixture of panic and determination.

Magneto floated down into the head of the statue, a smug grin plastered across his face. "Ah, my brothers, welcome." Sabretooth thumped down behind Magneto, Logan's dog tag dangling from his neck like a trophy.

"You'd better close your eyes," Magneto said to Cyclops as Sabretooth lunged forward, snatching Cyclops' visor and tearing it off his face.

Cyclops squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that one wrong move could unleash a wave of destruction that would obliterate everything in his path—including Jean. Panic flickered in Jean's eyes as she watched him, helpless.

"And you too," Magneto continued, eyes narrowing, "let's just point those claws of yours in a safer direction."

Both Logan and Rogue's fists balled, pressing against their chests, forming an X. If they dared to extend their claws, they'd rupture something vital.

-

"Isn't that a lil bit anticlimactic? He just re-used the movie scene and tweaked it a bit!" Wade groaned aloud, glancing around the directions above this paragraf.

They probably already guessed it.

(Well, at least the Rogue vs. Toad fight was mildly entertaining, until Storm came in and electrocuted the poor frog.)

Wade sighed. "Alright, I guess it's time for us to finally get out of this machine, right?"

We should've escaped, like, five paragraphs ago, but whatever. Let's move!

"Yeah, I got sidetracked reading the plot!" Wade quipped, using his shadow powers to phase his hands free from the straps. "Okay! Let's tinker this ugly duckling a bit, shall we?" Wade rubbed his two hands like an evil villain as he began messing with the machine with his technopathy power.

"Let's tweak this, ohh shiny... and what does that thing do?!"

(Ooh, do it! And do that! Oh! Jubilee would be so proud to us right now.)

The readers are probably are super confused right now.

"Pssh, like they want some boring, super-detailed techy explanation. They'll figure it out later. Trust me." Wade smirked. "Okay, let's fucking go!" He said as he finished tinkering with the machine. Yeah, its gonna be awesome at the end of this chapter!

With a quick teleportation, Wade poofed himself over to where Sabretooth had stashed his backpack.

"Ohhh, I knew Uncle Vic still loved me! He kept my bag!" Wade grinned, pulling out his wooden katana that he prepared to look like actual katana. He also took his two plastic bb gun that he also paints to look metallic, like a real gun, in case if y'all forget to read chapter 19!

(We should bonk him first before confusing him with our gun!)

Again, I don't really think that gonna work.

"Well, time to save everyone! MAXIMUM EFFORT!"

Poof! He sneakily teleported back into the shadows behind Magneto, who was deep into his villainous monologue, holding the X-Men at bay like a total cliché. Wade couldn't resist.

Wade crept up, his skeleton already uncoated from adamantium, keeping him under Magneto's radar. With a dramatic, totally necessary flair, he swung the wooden katana straight at the back of Magneto's shiny helmet.

BOINK!

"Ah ah ah! No monologuing! It's in my contract! Didn't you read it? It's written in 24 languages, for fuck's sake!" Wade exclaimed as Magneto hit the floor, groaning, clutching his head like someone who just got whacked with a toy sword at Comic-Con.

(Whoa, I didn't know that would actually work so well.)

It's called plot armor, duh.

(Right, we should really read the draft ahead of time more often. It's really usefull!)

"WADE!" both Rogue and Logan yelled in unison, finally free from Magneto's magnetic grip. But before they could rush to their son, Sabretooth tackled Logan like a linebacker in a grudge match.

Sabretooth hit Logan with the force of a freight train, knocking him down and slamming him into the cold, metal floor. The clash of claws and brute strength echoed through the Statue of Liberty like a war drum.

"Yer gettin' slower, Vic," Logan snarled, pushing Sabretooth off him with a sharp kick to the gut. Sabretooth staggered, but his eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

Rogue was there before Sabretooth could recover, her fist glowing as she slammed it into his jaw with all the force she could muster. "That's for takin' my boy!" she shouted as her knuckles connected with Sabretooth's face. The blow sent him reeling back, his head snapping to the side, spitting blood and saliva.

Meanwhile, Wade stood near Magneto, twirling his wooden katana like a Jedi—because why not? It felt right, especially with Magneto, somehow back on his feet, staggering like he had no idea what just hit him. Spoiler for Magneto: it was Wade.

Magneto muttered, blinking through the pain, "How the hell... did you escape the machine?"

Wade tilted his head, grinning as he rested the katana against his shoulder. "Oh, you're standing again? Not for long!"

With a smooth flick of his wrist, Wade sent the katana flying in a perfect arc, straight into Magneto's helmet. BOINK! Like a professional baseball player knocking one out of the park, Wade struck Magneto square on the head again. Magneto staggered, stumbling backward as he clutched his helmet, his face twisted in pain and confusion.

(HAHAHA! HIT HIM AGAIN! I LIKE HITTING AND OLD MAN!)

Bracket, I think you need to see a therapist. Heck, We all need it.

"How the hell do you keep doing that?" Magneto growled, trying to shake off the hit, his pride clearly hurt as much as his head.

The old man's eyes darted to Wade's katana, and with a quick flick of his wrist, Magneto attempted to yank it from Wade's grip using his magnetic powers—except nothing happened. The katana stayed put, totally unaffected by his abilities. Wade, still grinning, just twirled it lazily in his hand like it was no big deal.

"Wait… why can't I?" Magneto's voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and frustration. His eyes narrowed in confusion.

Wade just grinned wider. He could feel Magneto's rage building, and honestly, that only made it better. He gave the old man a smug look, as if he were about to give him the answer. But of course, he wasn't. He's not really one for villain monologue anyway.

He stepped back, casually tapping the katana against his shoulder and picking his nose before hitting Magneto again like a piñata at a birthday party.

"Tell me... how?!" Magneto demanded, his voice cracking under the weight of his anger—and possibly a concussion.

We probably hit him enough to gave him concussion.

(Again! Again! Again!)

Wade raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. "I'm not telling you, Grandpa. I'm not that fucking stupid." He swung his wooden katana again, this time knocking Magneto's helmet clean off, sending it flying across the platform.

With a flourish, Wade pulled a gun from his holster, aiming it directly at Magneto. His smirk widened as he teased, "Now, if you kindly surrender, it'd be much appreciated! Or—" Wade's grin stretched wider, eyes glinting mischievously, "—I'll make you into Xavier 2.0."

Magneto's eyes darted to the gun, and for a brief moment, the old man's confidence returned. He extended his hand, fully expecting to wrench the gun away from Wade with his magnetic powers. But... nothing. Not a twitch. Not a spark. His smug expression faded into sheer disbelief.

His eyes widened as the horrifying realization hit him. "What did you do to me!?" he hissed, rage and fear dripping from his words.

"Oh, me? I just kinda took your powers away," Wade replied, not even trying to hide the sarcasm. "You know, because I'm Marvel Jesus and all." He winked, still spinning the katana in one hand like it was all just a game before putting in back in his back.

You know he will realise that we lied to him eventually, right?

'That's future Wade problem, not me!'

(Oww, are we not gonna hitting him again?)

Before Magneto could even muster a response, Wade casually pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet flew through the air and lodged itself deep in Magneto's ankle. The old man crumbled, letting out a sharp cry of pain, clutching his foot as blood started to pool around the wound.

"ARGHH!!!" Magneto gasped, his face twisted in a mixture of agony and utter confusion.

"I told you," Wade said nonchalantly, never missing a beat. He pointed the gun toward Magneto's head, his tone still as casual as if they were discussing the weather. "I'm not telling you."

With a casual shrug, Wade reached into his backpack and pulled out a long rope. He wasted no time wrapping Magneto up like a mummy, layer upon layer, making sure the master of magnetism wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Sorry, Gramps, no escape clauses on my contract, clause 35." Wade muttered, securing the final knot with a tug. Magneto was still groaning in pain, too weak to resist, though that didn't stop Wade from giving him one last boink to knock him unconscious. "Nighty-night, Gandalf."

Wade, now feeling pretty good about his odds, grabbed Magneto's helmet and twirled it on his finger like a basketball, giving it a good spin. "Alright, family time," he muttered, eyes locked on the brawl ahead. Logan and Sabretooth were going at it like they always did—feral and loud—while Rogue darted in for hits, looking for any opening to help her husband.

"Hey, Uncle Vic!" Wade called out, grinning as Sabretooth snarled. "Heads up!"

(KOBE!!!)

Right in the head!

He then launched the helmet straight at Sabretooth's head. It hit with a loud thud, and the big guy staggered for a second, momentarily stunned.

Rogue seized the opportunity, landing a solid punch to Sabretooth's gut. Logan followed up with a crushing blow to his side, and together, they forced him to the ground, locking him in place with their combined strength.

"Nice teamwork, fam!" Wade cheered, sprinting over to where Scott, Jean, and Storm were still trapped in Magneto's metal restraints. "Hold tight, guys, I got this."

Wade placed his hand on the metal locks and, with a surge of strength, disengaged the restraints, freeing the X-Men from their metallic prison. He even tossed Scott his visor back, grinning.

Scott rubbed his wrists, grateful but all business. "Thanks, Wade. Let's get Sabretooth locked down before he—"

Before Scott could finish, Sabretooth let out a roar and, with a surge of power, broke free from Rogue and Logan's grasp. The two were knocked back, struggling to regain their footing as Sabretooth growled, his eyes burning with fury.

"Aw, crap," Wade muttered.

But Scott didn't miss a beat. In one fluid motion, he raised his visor and unleashed a powerful optic blast, sending Sabretooth flying across the statue and crashing into the ocean below with a tremendous splash. The sound echoed through the air as the Brotherhood's enforcer disappeared beneath the waves.

Wade, watching the spectacle with wide eyes, couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Well, that's one way to wash your hands of family drama."

"Wade!" Rogue shouted, her voice filled with relief as she rushed toward him.

"MOM!" Wade shouted back with equal enthusiasm, throwing his arms wide open like he was in the final scene of a rom-com.

They collided in a tight embrace, Rogue squeezing him as if he might disappear again if she let go. Wade, of course, couldn't resist being his usual self, despite the emotional moment.

"Aw, shucks, Ma, if I knew a near-death experience would get me this much love, I would've done it much sooner."

Rogue pulled back slightly, swatting his arm. "Don't joke about that, Wade!"

Logan smirked from the sidelines. "Kid never stops, does he?"

Wade grinned, still holding onto Rogue. "Nope! What can I say? I live for the drama, just like you and Uncle Vic. Guess it runs in the family."

Rogue rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly just happy to have him safe. "We're glad you're okay, sugah."

Suddenly, the machine began to glow ominously, drawing everyone's attention. Wade, somehow and suddenly, disappeared with a poof before reappearing, casually munching on popcorn and wearing sunglasses—complete with a tag still dangling from the arm. No one knew where he'd gotten it.

It was from the gift shop down below.

(Well, we're not leaving the Liberty Island without some souvenirs, are we?)

"How?! The machine shouldn't work with Wade here!" Scott exclaimed, his visor glowing in alarm.

"Oh, relax, I tinkered with it a little bit. Oi, old man! Wake up and look at your machine!" Wade shouted at Magneto, who was still groggy but now getting a front-row seat to the chaos.

As if on cue, the machine erupted in a spectacular explosion that would make Jubilee proud. "That's for kidnapping me and thinking about kidnapping my mom!" Wade declared triumphantly, watching the fireworks with a wide grin.

(So beautifull!!!)

Jubilee would be so proud!

"Ho... How???" Magneto gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Again! Not telling you! Now, night-night!" Wade said with a flourish, knocking Magneto unconscious again with a swift whack from his wooden katana.

(I always love it when you did that!)

Maybe we got a weird kink? Because I started to like it to, you are a bad influence Bracket.

"Why did you run away?" Rogue asked, her voice filled with concern.

"You never ran away, did you?" Logan added, a knowing look in his eyes. "Sneaking around in the Danger Room, the wooden but painted sword, the plastic BB gun… you planned this, didn't you? You planning on fighting Magneto alone? You somehow know about his plan and you probably planned this from day one didn't you?"

"Owwh, I never get past you, do I, pops?" Wade shot back, grinning.

"You planned this? You could've just told us!" Scott interjected, a mix of disbelief and admiration in his tone.

"And would you have ever listened to me? Yeah, my parents definitely would, but all of you'd just dismiss me as a 12-year-old who couldn't possibly know about Magneto's plans, not to mention you gonna be really suspicious to me the whole time," Wade replied, raising an eyebrow.

Scott fell silent, realizing the truth in Wade's words.

"Anyway, I'm starving! Their hideout and cruise ship was not exactly a five-star hotel. You guys in the mood for shawarma?" Wade continued, leading the way toward the exit.

As they boarded the plane, police sirens blared in the distance, and officers began to swarm the premises, quickly apprehending Magneto.

"Wade, I'm really sorry about yesterday, at the mansion," Scott said, his tone sincere.

"Heh, I already forgave you. It was all part of my plan anyway, so, about that shawarma…" Wade replied nonchalantly.

"I'll never explode on you like that again, but I'm still going to give you a stern talking-to and a punishment," Scott added, raising an eyebrow.

"Meh, I'm okay with that, as long as the punishment isn't scrubbing the toilet. Too unoriginal if you asked me."

"Oh, it is. Scrubbing the toilet," Scott shot back, smirking.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!"

You shouldn't told him about the toilet, Idiot!

(Ah well, the mansion toilet wouldn't be that bad, is it?)