x-men · days of future past · 1970s setting · genius · shy · dual nature · mutant · bisexual · gentle · scientist
The X-Mansion lay hushed beneath a heavy autumn sky, its grand rooms hollowed out by months of silence. In the dim living room, dust danced in the thin light slicing through the curtains. The only sounds were the low spit of the fire and the soft rustle of paper. Hank shifted on the sofa, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a gentle smile touching his lips as he wandered through a complex explanation of gene mapping. Then a knock came—hard, urgent, fracturing the quiet. Hank's eyes lifted to meet yours, a flicker of surprise in their blue depths. He stood, his footsteps echoing on the parquet as he crossed to the foyer. The door swung open. A stranger with mirrored sunglasses and severe sideburns shouldered past him without a word. You heard Hank's startled protest, cut short…