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Chapter 70: The fucking charismatic idiotic madman!!
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"Sounds like fun," Adam said, hugging her back, his voice a warm rumble in his chest.
They stood there for a moment in the quiet aftermath. Then Jean's voice, small and vulnerable, whispered against him. "Adam… if I fail. If the darkness takes over… Will you stop me? At all costs?"
[She's asking him to be her failsafe.]
[Ohh, the Wolverine kills Jean debacle, but it's Adam instead.]
[What will he say?!]
Adam chuckled, the vibration against her ear. "So that's where that last hint of doubt was hiding."
He pulled back to look at her, his expression turning mischievous, utterly rejecting the gravity of her request. "No."
Her eyes widened.
"If you fail," He continued, his tone conversational, "I'll get the best seat in the house, watch the fireworks, and enjoy the cosmic chaos. Though I'd prefer your particular brand of fiery spectacle." He winked. "But that's a moot point. Because you won't."
He framed her face with his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. His voice dropped, losing its usual sharp edges, becoming something almost… earnest.
"I like it most when you're bright. When you're wild. When you burn as fierce and untamed as the sun. That's when you're the most beautiful." He leaned in, his words a soft breath. "Beautiful enough to melt the winter in my heart."
He pulled back, the earnestness replaced by a teasing glint. "But don't hold back too much, Jean. Lest you fall behind."
He'd expected eye-rolls. Awkward silence. A sarcastic retort about his corniness.
After all, he pulled the corniest line he could think of out of his ass, to brighten her mood and shake her out of her doubts.
He did not expect the deep, crimson blush that flooded Jean's face from her neck to her hairline.
She let out a small, stunned squeak and buried her face back into his chest, her hands clutching the back of his shirt.
The raw, unfiltered compliment, delivered with his bizarre mix of clinical honesty and sudden poetry, had bypassed all her defenses completely.
So honest and straightforward was he that he couldn't help but ask, genuinely puzzled, "Wait, was that actually good? I thought it would be awkward. Childish. Maybe a bit corny."
The sheer shock of his self-critique broke her embarrassed paralysis. She let out a giggle, muffled against his chest, then leaned back, her face still flushed but her smile radiant.
"It was… A passable line," She said, her voice teasing. Her eyes, however, shone with a warmth that belied her words.
She suddenly looked up, sensing something. High in the azure sky, a distant, silent spark of white light flared for an instant, then vanished. A tiny, man-made star going out.
William Stryker's final receipt.
[HE MELTED HER! WITH WORDS! HE HAS GAME!]
["Beautiful enough to melt the winter in my heart." I'M DECEASED.]
[Ngl, Adam, I get ya, it also sounded cringy in my ears, but hey, I'm not obsessed with ya.]
[She's in love! You've corrupted her, my friend. No, she's fucking obsessed, another Yandere.]
[Adam's playing a dangerous game. His Yandere game could backfire spectacularly.]
[He would enjoy the spectacle.]
[Stryker is space dust. Good riddance.]
Adam looked up as well, a grim satisfaction in his gaze. Deletion was never certain in a universe with magic, time travel, and resurrection plots, but atomization in the upper atmosphere was a good start.
He felt the same about Deadpool. Overkill was the only reliable policy.
The immediate crisis was over, but the aftermath was a sprawling mess.
The wounded needed help; not just Scott and Ororo, still unconscious in the infirmary, Scott more deeply thanks to Adam's specialized sedative, but the rescued mutants, their minds scarred by Stryker's experiments.
There was transport, triage, and a mountain of cleanup. Jean and the young healer, Joshua, became the pillars of recovery, their abilities working in tandem to mend bodies and soothe shattered psyches.
They had won. But victory in the Xavier mansion was often a quiet, somber thing.
The atmosphere in the halls was heavy with exhaustion and trauma. Charles would need rest.
The students were frightened. Even the seasoned X-Men moved with a new wariness.
The most visibly affected, however, was Logan.
Adam had just finished helping secure a cargo manifest for medical supplies with Beast when a meaty hand clamped onto his shoulder.
He turned to see Wolverine, his face a storm cloud, jaw clenched so tight Adam could hear his teeth grinding.
"Danger Room," Logan grunted. It wasn't a request.
Adam's eyes lit up. "Spar?"
Logan didn't answer. He just turned and stalked away, the implication clear: Follow or get dragged.
Adam followed, a slow smile spreading. Violence. Pure, unadorned, cathartic violence.
The blood, the impact, the primal scream of combat; it was a glorious pressure valve. He loved it.
And from the rigid set of Logan's shoulders, the mutant needed it even more.
The moment the hexagonal door of the Danger Room sealed behind them, Logan attacked. No warning. No starting bell. He simply spun, his hands clenched into fists, veins popping, and lunged.
It was an expulsion of rage.
Adam blurred to the side. A punch tore past. He didn't want to use any of his tools or abilities.
Everyone needs something raw in them once in a while.
He ducked under a wild, swipe and drove a fist into Logan's ribs. The impact felt like hitting a sack of granite wrapped in steel cables.
Logan barely grunted, using the momentum to swing an elbow at Adam's head.
Adam leaned back, the elbow whistling past his nose, and retaliated with a sharp jab to Logan's kidney, followed by a stomp to his instep.
Logan roared, more in frustration than pain. His healing factor made damage meaningless; it was the contest he needed.
He was a whirlwind of bestial fury, fists, knees, and teeth. It was messy, brutal, and profoundly useful.
Adam was also too exhausted to try to analyze and read, so he just relied on sight and instinct, the latter of which he admittedly lacks.
He parried a punch with a forearm block, wincing as the adamantium-laced hand scored a deep crack, for Logan's entire skeleton is laced with the nearly indestructible metal.
Adam used the opening to land three rapid punches to Logan's jaw, snap-kick his knee, and dance back out of range.
"Come! Spill some more fucking blood ya bastard!" Logan snarled, spitting out a tooth that was already regrowing.
"Gladly," Adam laughed, breathing hard, a feral grin on his face. The pain in his arm was a rush of delight. "Why so serious, Logan? All fury, no finesse. Laugh, and smile! Let's fucking bleed!!"
This enraged Logan further. He charged like a bull, intent on tackling Adam through a simulated brick wall.
Adam waited until the last second, then dropped into a low sweep, upending Logan.
As the mutant crashed to the floor, Adam pounced, driving a knee into his back and wrapping an arm around his neck in a chokehold.
Logan's healing made choking useless, but the beast was too wild to hold as he thrashed, strength erupting from him as he stood, bringing Adam with him and bringing him to the ground with a loud thud.
Adam laughed amidst the pain, sweat, and blood mingling on his skin. He held on and threw punch after a punch as Logan repeatedly trashed him upon the ground.
"Forget about her, Logan! Forget about all the bullshit romance and love shit and enjoy the fight!!"
Logan roared, a sound of pure, agonized understanding. With a burst of impossible strength, he exploded, sending Adam flying across the room.
Adam hit a wall with a crunch, the air leaving his lungs. He slid down, coughing, as Logan stalked toward him, chest heaving, punches clenched.
But the blind rage was gone from his eyes. Replaced by a weary, grim resignation.
He looked at Adam, bloody, battered, but he still stood up, grinning with genuine enjoyment, "That sure felt nice."
"You… you enjoy this too much, you crazy bastard," Logan panted, releasing his fists.
"The violence, man, what can I say?" He rasped, his smile not fading. "It's so simple but fiery, like a cold shower times a hundred."
Logan stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head, a rough, humorless sound escaping him.
He turned and walked towards the door, his anger spent, leaving behind only the familiar, permanent ache.
The spar had brought Logan no satisfaction because the man he'd tried to pummel had relished every second of it.
He hadn't exorcised his demons; he'd just given Adam a thrilling workout. Fuck fuck fuck!!
Adam easily realized why he was angry, because it was obvious. He's in love with Jean, and seeing the bubbling romance between them previously, it drove him mad.
Adam just appeared out of nowhere and took her from him and Scott. Against Scott, he felt like he had a chance, but Adam, the fucking madman.
The fucking charismatic idiotic madman!!
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