Welcome another Mashed Up Origins! This is an ongoing experiment of mine that I was going to make into a group, but with the chaos that a group can bring I decided to go it alone. It’s a bit longer than usual and basically a quick intro origin, mainly just something to make you go (hopefully) “I’d like to see more of that!” Have a read, drop a comment. Rated MA
(Note: This links my Juggernaut & slightly my Ms Marvel...slowly bringing a universe together)
1953 Seoul, South Korea
“You are dismissed…brother” Cain Marko let a brief smile across his lips as he fired off a salute at his step-brother.
“Yes sir!” replied Private First Class Charles Xavier returning the salute.
Marko lit up a cigarette “So what you going to do now that the war’s over Charlie?”
“I’m going back to school” Charles straightened his hat “What about you?”
Cain shrugged and exhaled a cloud of smoke “I’m staying in the army. Being transferred to a joint task force with the Canadian’s. Weapon or Department something, sounds like something from a comic book”
Charles looked at his step-brother and shook his hand “Take care…brother”
1960 Princeton University
“Xavier, Charles” read the Dean as Charles stepped up and received his PhD in psychology.
“Well done m’boy” said the Dean quietly to him “I don’t know how you do it. How many degrees do you have on the go?”
“Now only two” said Charles “Genetics and biophysics to go”
The Dean laughed and shook Charles hand “You must be psychic! Congratulations Professor Xavier”
1970 Haifa, Israel
“So you think it is wrong to have a dream?” said Charles to his co-worker Erik Lehnsherr.
“It is better to have a goal than a dream” stated Erik “A dream is too idealistic”
“Goals and dreams can be the same thing”
“You can’t win a war by dreaming Charles”
“Who said we’re at war Erik?”
“Wake up Charles!” snapped Erik “We’re the next step in evolution; homo superior. There are more like us appearing all the time, spending your time dreaming won’t get the job done!”
“Do you honestly believe your own rhetoric?”
The pair looked at each other for a long time “I could make you agree with me Erik” said Charles putting his fingers suggestively to his temple
“And I could ram that steel girder through your spine and paralyse you” warned Erik “We are just opposite sides of the same coin Charles. You, with your hippy philosophy…”
Charles smiled and glanced at his watch “And you with your win at all cost mentality. Once again it’s the wee small hours. Shall we resume again tomorrow?”
“Admitting defeat are we?”
“Just thinking that Gabrielle will beat me if I don’t send you home before the sun comes up”
Erik did an over exaggerated bow “On the morrow Professor X”
1980 Empire State Building Observation Deck
“You’ve started a school for mutants?” laughed Erik as he looked out across the sprawling city.
“Since you’ve decided to run around calling yourself ‘The Master of Magnetism’ I thought a school was appropriate to teach tolerance, co-existence and peaceful affirmation of mutant rights”
“You’re an idiot Charles! We are the future; not them! They’ll turn on you like rabid dogs”
“Not all humans…”
“ENOUGH!” roared Magneto “I did not come here for a lecture on your dream”
Charles looked at him “You’re up to something”
“Get out of my head Charles” warned Erik
Charles looked at his friend “I can tell by your demeanour, tone and body language Erik; I don’t need to be psychic”
The pair locked eyes, neither dropping until they each had to blink.
“I don’t want to fight you Erik” said Charles “But I will if I have to”
Erik waved his hands and floated into the air “This was a mistake”
1983 Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester County, New York
Charles Xavier looked at his old army buddy from a lifetime ago, standing in the entirety of the doorway. Using his vast telepathic powers he called to his students to stand down.
“What can I do to help Frank?” Charles smiled
1986 Cape Citadel
Charles Xavier stood over his friend, now calling himself Magneto. Surrounding him and his six compatriots were nearly one hundred soldiers pointing firearms at them.
“I told you I didn’t want to fight you Erik” panted Charles, his fists clenched into tight balls.
“But you did!” snarled Magneto, pinned to the ground via Charles telekinesis and paralysed by his telepathy “And look how pleased they are at your help. They’ll kill us all Charles!”
“What do we do now Professor?” asked Alex Summers, his hands brimming with plasma energy. By his side was his brother Scott, his hand near his temple ready to fire off another optic blast. Bobby Drake had Magneto’s children; Wanda & Pietro, safely wrapped up in ice cages under the watchful eye of Frank Castle. Jean Gray and Ororo Munroe looked at the assembled soldiers. Seconds seemed to take hours as the tense situation teetered on the brink of all out chaos.
“Defend yourselves, but do NOT attack” cautioned Charles to his team.
“STAND DOWN!” The soldiers lowered their weapons as a man with an eye patch walked through the soldiers accompanied by a bald man dressed in white with a nasty X scar on his head. “We’ll take it from here”
Charles turned to the man “Magneto is…”
“Now our prisoner” said the X man, clamping plastic cable ties and ceramic cuffs on the paralysed villain.
The other, extended a hand to Charles “General Nick Fury, pleasure to meet you Professor Xavier. But Magneto has attacked a US military site and now subject to military justice”
“We got a problem Charlie?” asked Frank.
Charles looked at the General “I don’t believe so Frank” He took Nick’s hand.
“Tell your ‘Defenders’ to chill and we’ll have a chat” said Nick as he watched his X man haul Magneto to his feet and to opaque truck.
"Defenders..." Charles mused over the title.