… Aidan Quinn
The second the simulation started, I felt the mood shift.
Literally.
The floor shook, the air got heavy, and the mechanical hum of drones echoed down the hallways of this artificial reality. Towers shot up around me, the scene morphing with that ridiculously realistic Danger Room flair — some dirty alley full of broken lights and steam pipes.
A nightmare version of New York. Perfect for a little fun.
I took the first step — and felt it.
The Infinity kicked in, passively. The world just… pulled away from me. Not physically, but… sensorially. It was like the air itself bent around me, making this thin, invisible barrier where nothing could touch me.
The infinite distance between me and everything else.
Mechanical? Biological? Magical? Nah. It was absolute. Unless someone showed up with even more broken hacks.
The first drone showed up on a rooftop, metal shining, red eyes blinking. It fired.
I didn't move.
The bullet got close—
And just… stopped.
Inches from my face, frozen in the air, hanging there like reality itself was struggling to understand the meaning of "untouchable."
I reached out, and the bullet clinked to the ground.
"Cute~" I muttered.
Two more drones popped out. Came in fast, claws spinning, making that chainsaw sound that's probably supposed to scare people.
Didn't work on me.
I moved.
I juiced up my body with cursed energy, a hot electric surge running through my veins. Muscles relaxed and tightened at the same time — a weird paradox of strength and lightness.
I jumped. Not just high. Precise.
With Six Eyes, the world slowed way down.
Everything was crystal clear. Every movement projection, every sound wave. I could see the inner gears turning, feel the air pushing the rotors.
I spun in midair. Blue, activated.
A singularity popped open beside me like a black hole, sucking both drones in like they were made of tinfoil.
They smashed together, crushed by gravity I'd just created, all by willpower.
The sound of that hit? Sweet. I landed in a crouch, one knee down, hand on the floor, and stood up slow.
Classic superhero landing.
"And that's just the warm-up…"
More showed up. Solid projections, humanoid. Fast, armed with blades, rifles, and that digital urge to turn me into puree.
Couldn't just go for Hollow Purple. Not yet. As a T5, I couldn't even pull it off anyway.
But mess around a bit? Oh, absolutely.
Red.
I waved my hand and the space in front of me imploded — not just destroyed, but pure repulsion. One of the enemies got flung across the room, slamming into the virtual wall with a digital, echoing thud. Another lost an arm to the distortion.
The others hesitated.
"Aw… getting shy now?"
I ran.
Or, more like, I blinked and showed up right in front of them.
Not teleportation — just reading trajectories with Six Eyes, cursed energy boosting my body, reflexes cranked to ridiculous levels.
Two punches. One kick. A spin.
Energy flowed through my fists like shiny black ink, tearing through the air with every hit. The digital bodies dropped, coming apart.
I faked a yawn.
"You guys are underestimating me…"
Up in the glass box, I could see them watching. Six Eyes vision, all perks included.
Jean. Raven. And her.
Ororo.
I could feel her eyes on me.
The tension. The heat. That weird, guilty pleasure you get from watching someone flirt with danger — and with you — at the same intensity.
I could see it. Arms crossed. Jaw set. Eyes… shining in a way she'd never admit.
Another attack.
Ten drones. Advanced coordination. Flying in formation.
I sighed and raised one hand.
Blue, again.
A singularity appeared — and ate them.
Metal and light crashed together, shredding each other in midair. Shrapnel spun around me, stopping just before it could hit.
Infinity doing its thing. Flawless. Invisible. Like a silent lover.
And then… silence. Nothing else came.
Just the simulation itself, waiting.
"That's it?" I muttered.
I spun on my heel, arms wide.
"You put me in an advanced combat arena and give me a tutorial from the first level? That's just disrespectful."
Up above, I saw the lights flicker.
Then, the goddess's voice: "Initiating Level 5 Simulation. Advanced Urban Scenario. Multiple Adaptive Threats."
Now we're talking.
The floor rumbled again — way harder this time.
The scene around me started breaking apart and rebuilding in real time. Taller buildings. Moving structures. Simulated civilians screaming in the distance. Explosions popping off on the horizon.
And in the middle of it all… shadows started to form.
Not real shadows. Creatures. Gray-skinned things, glowing eyes, arms way too long. Fast. Silent.
And smart. Adaptive. Perfect.
Up there, I could feel Ororo's gaze sharpen.
Jean probably hesitated when she saw the difficulty spike.
Raven? She was probably smiling on the inside.
I grinned and cracked my neck. The music kicked in again. Time to dance.
… Jean Grey
Jean was watching the simulation with her eyes glued to the screen, but her mind was all over the place.
On the monitor in front of her, Aidan moved like he owned the chaos. He dodged projectiles by literal inches, pulled on invisible forces to make impact zones, and did it all with a grin that was equal parts charming and cocky.
He didn't look like a student. Or even a mutant in training.
He looked like an artist. Dancing with the impossible.
Raven was standing next to her, arms crossed, face totally unreadable. But Jean had already learned how to pick up on the little details — like how Raven's eyes followed Aidan, not out of worry, but more like… recognition.
"What exactly is he doing right now?" Jean asked, trying to keep her voice professional, but already feeling the heat rise under her skin.
Raven answered with her usual calm, shadowy tone: "He calls it Limitless. He explained it in a really vague way… probably on purpose", she paused. "It's a passive ability called Infinity. It creates a barrier where nothing can touch him. And two forces: Blue, which attracts, and Red, which repels. He sees everything with something he calls Six Eyes."
Jean frowned, taking it in.
"That's not a mutation."
"No", Ororo was the one who answered. "It's… something else. But just as powerful."
She stepped a little closer to the screen. Her eyes were serious, her jaw set. But Jean noticed.
That look. Deeper than it needed to be.
She glanced at the older woman, studying that little detail.
Ororo almost never let herself get distracted.
But Aidan? He was a distraction — and he knew it. He used it like a weapon.
Jean crossed her arms, but her eyes never left the screen. Every move he made was precise, almost like a choreographed dance.
He powered himself up with that negative energy, and his body moved with a raw strength that hit you in more ways than just logic.
It got under your skin. Into your stomach. Right in that space between your thighs.
She bit her lower lip without even noticing.
It was weird.
Aidan was cocky, an idiot, a tease, and annoyingly confident…
But he was also… hot. In the worst way, which sometimes felt like the best.
And it bothered her.
Because even though she couldn't read his mind — and that block was seriously annoying — she could still feel him. A shielded void behind those eyes.
But not cold.
It was like trying to touch a star behind glass.
Distant. Bright. Dangerous.
"You've been staring a long time", Raven said, not even turning her head.
Jean covered it up with a sigh and a smile. "I'm analyzing his movement patterns."
"Sure…" Raven replied. "Analyzing his abs too?"
Jean let out a soft laugh. "Maybe a little."
Raven just went back to watching the screen.
Ororo, for her part, stayed quiet. But her eyes… Jean picked up on it.
Aidan looked at all of them.
But there was a special intensity in the way he looked at Ororo.
And the worst part? Ororo looked back.
Not with a smile. Not with teasing.
But with the kind of recognition you only get from someone who knows they're being wanted… and isn't totally against the idea.
That was the hot, tense vibe hanging in the air when the control room door opened.
"Jean?" The voice was light, familiar.
Kitty popped in with her usual bright, bouncy smile — but her eyes were already on the screen. Right behind her came Scott, Kurt, Evan, and Rogue.
Jean took a deep breath and stepped back, straightening up.
Scott was the first to get close to the screen. "That's Aidan?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Looks like he's having way too much fun."
"He's testing his own limits", Jean replied.
"Or showing off", Rogue said with her thick southern accent, leaning against the wall. "That one looks like he's got a problem… with ego."
Jean thought about saying something, but kept her mouth shut.
Because Rogue… was probably right.
But it was Raven who surprised everyone, speaking with more firmness than usual: "You're Rogue?"
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "That's me. Got a problem with it?"
Raven stared her down. "Then you might want to leave the room. Before he sees you."
Jean frowned. That wasn't sarcasm. It was a warning.
And coming straight from Raven.
Rogue smiled, like she wasn't used to being warned — but kind of liked the challenge. "And why would I do that?"
Raven glanced at Jean and Ororo. "So you don't end up like these two."
Simple. Raw. No sugarcoating.
Jean looked away.
Ororo stayed perfectly still, like nothing had been said.
The rest seemed wise enough to ignore the whole thing.
Kitty stepped closer to the screen, and when Aidan showed up again — this time throwing an enemy with a compressed ball of red energy — she let out a whistle.
"Okay. The guy's hot."
Jean smiled. Just a little. But it carried the tension everyone was feeling.
On the screen, Aidan spun on his heel, looked right at the camera — and winked.
Jean felt it. That wink was for her.
Maybe for Ororo too.
And definitely… for everyone.
And as much as she wanted to, she couldn't stop that warm shiver running up her spine.
Aidan was dangerously seductive. And the worst part?
She kind of wanted more.
… Aidan Quinn
I walked out of the Danger Room with my body relaxed and my soul grinning.
There's nothing like a good warm-up full of killer virtual creatures, collapsing walls, and a couple of cursed energy explosions to give your day that perfect mix of chaos and existential thrill.
I let out a satisfied sigh, fixing my collar — which, somehow, was still flawless. Thank you, [Time-Savers].
The doors opened, revealing a little audience worthy of a movie premiere.
Eyes were on me. Curious. Cautious. And in a few cases… definitely more interested than they should be.
Jean was up front, leaning casually with her arms crossed over her chest — which, by the way, deserved an award for balancing elegance and low-key seduction. She was trying to keep her expression neutral, but that sparkle in her eyes? Oh, it was screaming.
Next to her, Ororo Munroe. Weather Goddess. Standing tall, arms folded, that look of a storm brewing. She was eyeing me like she couldn't decide if she wanted to praise me, arrest me… or drag me to her room.
Personally, I'm hoping for the last one. But I'm totally fine with a mix of all three.
And behind them, a small group of new faces.
Or, for me, newly unlocked waifus.
Ororo was the first to speak: "Your control is… impressive."
"Like what you see?" I shot back with a crooked grin. "I mean, the control. Obviously. The control."
Jean looked away, but the tiny smile at the corner of her mouth slipped out.
She was giving in. Slowly. But it was happening.
"You really treat everything like a game, huh?" Scott Summers's square, Boy Scout voice echoed from behind. Arms crossed. Jaw locked. The classic all-American hero with a bunch of bottled-up frustration.
"It's not a game if you win", I answered, smirking. "It's an art performance."
Scott scoffed.
But before he could clap back, Ororo took charge again, all grace and goddess energy, like someone who knows her own worth.
"Aidan, these are some of our other advanced students. Scott Summers, field leader. Kurt Wagner. Evan Daniels. You already know Kitty. And…" she paused, and I swear time slowed down, "Rogue."
And then I saw her.
The woman. The legend. That southern accent in sin form.
Dark hair with the iconic white streak, a jacket that clung to her curves, green eyes that could kill… and lips begging to be tested against mine in at least seven different positions.
And her eyes? Locked on mine.
It wasn't the usual "who's this new guy?" look — it was real curiosity. Analysis. Like she felt something weird. Or maybe she'd already heard about me.
And honestly… given who's here, she probably got a heads-up. I bet Raven warned her, if she was in the mood to talk.
"Rogue…" I repeated, with a slow smile. "Nice to meet you. In every sense. Hopefully soon."
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you always like this, or just trying to impress me?"
I smiled, no rush. "I was born this way. But impressing you? That'd be a sweet bonus."
Kurt let out a muffled laugh. Kitty fake-coughed. Jean turned her head.
Scott? He crossed his arms even tighter. His jaw looked ready to break adamantium with how tense he was.
I wonder if Logan's around?
"Your style is… flashy", he said. "But on the battlefield, charm's not a shield."
"I agree", I shot back. "That's why I have Infinity. But the charm… that's my initiative."
"And your ego", he said.
I just grinned.
Scott's so used to being the center of attention that someone like me totally shakes up his moral tectonic plates.
Kurt came over and offered a friendly hand.
"But seriously, man. Your power is really different. Never seen anything like it."
"It's good to know I stand out."
And that's when Rogue smiled, just a little.
But I saw it. And honestly? That was better than beating the simulation.
Because if she smiled…
I was definitely on the right track.
And then finally, approaching in her usual silence, came Raven. Always quiet.
But with a look that was cold and just a little loaded. She stopped next to me, arms still crossed, eyes moving from Jean to Ororo… then to Rogue.
She didn't say a word. But I got the message.
If I pushed it too far?
She'd rip my heart out with solid shadow.
And then complain about the mess on the floor.
My favorite goth — always hard to please.
… Ororo Munroe (Storm)
Ororo wasn't a woman who got distracted easily.
Years leading the young people at the Mansion taught her how to filter emotions, stay focused, and read intentions. She was the voice of reason when everyone else lost control — the calm strength behind eyes that had seen way too much chaos.
Following her lead, the group scattered, their footsteps echoing through the polished hallway in the Mansion's east wing.
Jean was the first to slip away. She kept her usual calm look, but Ororo noticed the hesitation in her eyes. That little spark that showed up when Aidan spoke, the way his voice changed the telepath's breathing.
Rogue was next. That intense look, holding Aidan's gaze for a second longer than necessary. Curious. Alert. Confused.
Ororo knew what that was. The start of an unwanted crush.
And she knew she had to step in — not for the sake of rules or authority, but for timing.
Those girls needed space. Some quiet.
Some air.
She gave her orders precisely, calmly separating everyone.
Jean and Rogue left without a word. The rest of the group followed.
And then it was just her, Raven… and Aidan.
Getting the two of them to their rooms was easy. Aidan still had that crooked smile on his lips, those ridiculously blue eyes darting around the hallway like he was already planning escape routes or something more interesting.
Raven, on the other hand, stayed quiet. Just a shadow of silence — and Ororo respected that. There was more than pride in that girl. There was… protection. Not just for herself, but maybe even for Aidan. The bond between the two of them was weird. Strong. But, above all, mysterious.
She pointed out their rooms, gave them the basics, and watched as Raven slipped away with a short little grumble.
The door closed.
And the hallway went silent.
She felt the air shift.
That was her nature.
And in that moment, it changed.
Aidan didn't say anything at first. But she could feel his eyes on her.
Heavy. Steady. Taking her in. It wasn't the usual look of a teenage boy running on hormones. There was no shame, no rush.
There was intent.
"Did you have fun today?" she asked, keeping her tone neutral, arms crossed with her usual grace.
"I did. The Danger Room was… exciting."
The word dropped between them, too heavy to ignore.
He took a step closer, just a little. His eyes locked on hers. A slow, crooked smile on his lips.
She held her ground, but she felt that tiny shiver on her skin when he said, "But what really got to me was the tour. The scenery."
Ororo raised an eyebrow. "Scenery?"
"You, Ororo."
Straight up. No hesitation.
She should've stopped it there. Stepped back. Been the grown-up. The instructor.
But she didn't move.
His eyes drifted — face, neck, down the curves her fitted top hugged, down to her hips and her long legs under those dark pants. He didn't bother hiding the want.
And worse — she didn't want him to.
Ororo Munroe had been wanted before. More times than she could count. But this was different.
It was like he was studying her. Like, with every second of that loaded silence, he was asking permission to get closer… and at the same time promising that if she let him, there was no going back.
"You flirt too much", she finally said.
"Only with people who deserve it."
She turned her face away for a second, regaining her balance.
But his eyes were still there. Steady. Like the eyes of a storm that just hadn't broken yet.
"Want to show me my new room?"
It was a terrible excuse. But she let it slide.
Now… Ororo was starting to wonder if she even wanted to get away.