But things go awry

The snow crunched under my boots as I walked off the X-Jet. Jean was beside me, checking a screen. Somehow, through the tendril I could feel the girls’ emotions. Marie was worried, Storm angry, and Jean horny. What was happening? I thought my powers were just getting girls hooked on some erotic chemical. But now you could project thoughts AND feel their emotions? Scott came up behind Jean, and leaned over her shoulder in the kind of familiar and intimate way that made me sick.

Actually, was that Jean’s emotions rising up or mine? Ugh, this was all so confusing! Hank, who had gone for a quick scout, walked back to our group.

“Nothing.” Hank shook his head. Scott made a sound of frustration.

“It’s Logan! Who could take him down, anyways?” Scott huffed.

“Magneto could.” Ororo suggested. Jean perked up.

“That could be it!” Jean realized.

“How could magnet dude take out the Wolverine?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, he has a metal skeleton, sugah.” Marie smiled at me.

“Damn, really? How is he even alive?” I gaped.

“Regenerative powers.” Jean put in.

“Can we get back on track?” Scott growled.

“God, you’re in a piss-poor mood.” Storm shot at him.

“Probably because he has to stay behind.” Hank said sympathetically.

“What?” Scott asked, startled.

“You wear metal goggles. You’re a security risk, because you blast lasers everywhere without them.” Hank reminded him.

“Fine.” Scott huffed. With that, me, Hank, and the girls left Cyclops alone in the snow. After about twenty minutes hiking, a woman crashed out of the foliage, panting hard. She was a gorgeous, stacked blond, and I quickly grabbed her shoulders.

“Are you OK?” I asked her worriedly. She was shivering.

“No! There’s some kind of weirdo camp that way. They tried to catch me but I turned and ran. I have a lot of practice running in snow, so I outran them.” the girl panted.

“Hey. It’s OK. Head back that way, and you’ll find our friend, Scott. Tell him Dean sent you, and he’ll keep you safe.” I nodded to the blond. She nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek before rushing back to Scott. Feeling good about myself, I followed the seasoned X-Men as we crept in the direction the girl had pointed.

We realized too late the girl was a trap. There was a loud screeching noise, and we turned to see the X-Jet, dangling in the sky, and it looked like it was being mentally ripped to shreds.

“What the hell?” Hank asked, and then people jumped out at us. I was taken down by a insanely busty blue skinned woman. She pinned me down quickly. A man with an absurdly long tongue slapped Jean across the face with it, and then wrapped his tongue around Jean’s neck until she choked. A man with reddish fur leaped at Hank, who shifted into Beast to meet the man, but a huge man grabbed Beast with ease and held him, tightly. The only person I recognized, Magneto, clubbed Storm with metal bats, and the battle was over.

We were prisoners.