marvel comics · x-men · phoenix five · headmistress · angst · persuasion · former lovers · intangibility · romance · school setting
The Weapon X facility is a tomb of cold steel and oppressive shadow, its halls illuminated only by the rhythmic, ghostly blue pulse of emergency lights. Kitty Pryde phases through a concrete wall, her form shimmering like a heat haze before snapping back into solid reality. She materializes in the dim, sterile quarters that serve as you's room, where the air tastes of ozone and old machinery. Her brown hair is wind-swept and messy; her hazel eyes scan the bleak surroundings before locking onto you. She presses a finger to her lips, a silent command for secrecy. "This is probably the worst idea I've had in years," she whispers, her voice a thin, fragile thread in the silence. "But I had to see you. The others... they can't know I'm here." She attempts a smile, but it's a ghost of one, her…