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Scott Summers looked out the windows that lined the wall of his office. He liked the view, but not the place. It didn't feel like the home of the X Men. It didn't even feel like a home. It felt like some titanium building on a rock.
Morgan Frost-McKenzie wasn't the big issue on his mind. Food deliveries, electricity, infighting among his people, and his girlfriend were the main problems. But he was devoting a special part of his mind to her.
The girl was undoubtedly Namor's kid. She had his eyes, his coloring, and even, to an extent, his attitude. He'd sent Kitty Pryde on a personal mission to prepare a room for her, with someone her own age so she could be acclimated to life on Utopia.
One more mouth to feed, one more teenage girl that needed a textbook, one more life that needed water. And if she was Namor's kid, then she would need more clean water than almost anyone else.
“Scott, I have some. . . distressing news. About the Frost-McKenzie girl.
“I had a feeling already, Hank. Emma isn't going to be particularly happy about his either,” he noted dryly.
“So it's true then,” said the tall blonde as she stormed in. “That lying. . . son of a --”
“Emma, calm yourself!” urged Hank. He looked across his shoulder at the door and sighed. “She can hear you.”
“I don't care if she can hear me! I don't care if all of Utopia can hear me! Let them! Are there anymore children that I don't know about!? Anymore secret daughters, or perhaps a son for a cliché!? He violated every part of me! And now she's around for the whole world to see, to remind me and him about what has already gone and passed!”
The door hit the wall with a bang, and little Morgan was mere millimeters away from her mother's face, the double wings on her ankles and the single ones on her collarbone fluttering so fast that they were a blur, with a low humming sound as she hovered with remarkable stability.
“Listen up!” she squeaked. “It's not my fault I'm here! It's not my fault I'm alive, and as timid as I might be I won't apologize for existing! So excuse me!”
Scott wanted to laugh at the little toss of the girl's head, just like her mother's. But the situation was far too serious.
“Alright, alright, take it easy ladies,” said Scott, stepping around his desk and pulling the two apart. Hank took initiative and gently held Morgan's arm, his claws resting against her skin like a light warning.
Morgan's bare feet touched the carpeted floor, and she turned away. She had always fantasized about the day she'd meet her mother, and it was actually going shockingly well so far. No one was bleeding or drooling.
Dr. McCoy led her out of the room, closing the door behind them. “She's just. . . erm. . . a little--”
“It's alright, Doc,” said Morgan with a light smile playing on her lips. “Really, I was sort of expecting this.”
Beast scratched the back of his head awkwardly. This problem hadn't presented itself when the Cuckoos had – the Cuckoos!
Morgan was so starkly different from them that it was actually a bit odd. She didn't really look like them. She didn't really sound like them. She definitely was far smaller than them. Her eyes were a richer blue, her hair a duller, grayer blonde.
Winn-Vell carefully balanced the stylus on his upper lip. He was so bored. . . there was nothing to do here. Stupid military sending him in a stupid ship with nothing stupid to do. No games, no reading material, not even an Illusiogram to get him through the flight. And while, yes, Earth and the Avengers weren't far away, maybe a few Earth hours (a unit of time he was very familiar with) it was still a very long few Earth hours.
He reviewed his notes on humans. In his studies, he'd found that humans, a rather cute, odd little species, were not that different from himself. They even had fingernails too!
Though no human had the same skin tone as he did, an almost purplish black, some humans had lovely dark skin, mostly when they lived in hot places. But when they lived in cold places, they had very very white skin, which was also very lovely. They had different eyes, but they looked much like his and were set in the same place.
Like him, they had hair on top of their heads, especially female humans, who groomed their hair much like a Kree woman did, in elaborate styles or simply hanging about their shoulders. Like him, they had two arms and two legs. Like him, they had ears.
But they had red blood, not green, and different organs in different places. And some humans had something special.
A genetic anomaly, a freak of nature, whatever it was called, the X-gene was an interesting little thing. To give normal humans abilities beyond even the power of an elite Kree soldier?
It was so very exciting!
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