Story Chapter: Realisation.

When I came out of the classroom, I wasn't the only one who was amazed. Everyone ran to the stairs in the main room and looked down at the entrance area. Four SHIELD agents were standing there talking to Professor X. He then led the four of them into his private areas. He then led the four into his private areas. Following him were Rouge, Storm, Beast and Cyclops.

"What happened? Any trouble?" one of the students asked in the direction of Wolverine, who had just been teaching another class in PE.

"Maybe. There was a ****." He said calmly and matter-of-factly. As he did so, you could hear his teeth grinding.

"A dead man? Who?" several students immediately asked worriedly, but Wolverine smiled calmly.

"Don't worry kiddos. Was one that deserved it. A real meathead. It was..." he replied with a grin but before he could finish the sentence Emma and Jean were standing at his side and in an indescribable unity, they looked at him sternly. Logan had always been considered tough, fearless and loose mouthed but when the two women looked at him so sternly everyone could see the powerful immortal mutant swallow hard and clear his throat in embarrassment. "Uh kids... Off to class! Nothing to see here!"

Immediately we obeyed and Jean looked at me worriedly with a hint of sadness. But before she could say anything, Emma called me over and pointed in the direction of her office. That was strange. It seemed so formal. When we entered the office, I saw one of SHIELD's agents standing there, looking disconcerting in a strange way. There was nothing threatening about him, though I was intimidated by the symbol of SHIELD on his chest.

"Mr. Wayne. Please take a seat." Smiled the man without even the slightest sign of empathy. Emma looked down at me caringly and yet she too seemed sad and unsure. However, I could hopefully count on them to take me. So, I took a seat and the man continued to smile. "Would they mind if I checked on the effectiveness of your dampener?"

"Of course not." I said and watched as he unwrapped a small scanner and examined my head with it. Apparently satisfied with the results, he stepped back behind the desk again and suddenly he didn't seem quite so threatening.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wayne. According to my information, your abilities only work when you make a request. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir." I said quietly. He knew as about my powers. That was anything but good. How much more did SHIELD know? Rumor had it that the leader of them, Nick Fury was simply omniscient.

"Miss Frost has informed me of how your abilities work and also of your inhibitor. I'm ... sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Mr. Wayne. Your Father was killed in Action today."

My whole universe was reduced to this simple statement. My father should be dead. How could that be possible. But before I could completely break down, I felt Emma put her hand on my shoulder.

"Dean. You'll have to forgive Agent Hendrickson. He seems to have lost his sense of timing. He means your biological father, of course. Killgrave. Your father and mother are fine. I made contact with them myself half an hour ago." She said calmly and matter-of-factly, and I looked at her with watery eyes. A little blurred, I could hardly see clearly. But what I saw gave me hope. That she wouldn't lie to me. I wrapped my arms around her and began to sob softly. My father was alive. He was well. My mother too. I felt her put her arms around me and hold me comfortingly. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure and she smiled gently at me. "Are you all right Dean?"

"Yes, Miss Frost."

"I apologize if I have expressed myself in an unfortunate manner. As Miss Frost mentioned, it is of course about the man commonly known as the Purple Man. He was killed today in a fight with an X-Men attack team." The agent continued to say without the slightest sign of regret in his voice.

"X-Men?" stammered I. Suddenly it became clear to me. I was responsible for my father's ****. I had said it in anger, in a fit of rage and fear. I had never imagined that I could make her do such a thing. I felt my stomach tighten and I felt sick. I was responsible for the **** of a human being. An asshole like my father, but still a human being. Emma looked at me, startled, as I ran to a bin and threw up. Leaning over the bucket, I emptied my stomach and only felt more miserable. Motionless, the agent watched while Emma anxiously handed me a glass of water.

"Are you feeling better Dean?" she asked quietly and motherly. I was just so happy Emma was here because I was really miserable. Was I really responsible for his ****?

"I think that's enough now." she said with some harshness in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Miss Frost. I have orders to see if Mr. Wayne is involved in this. After all, he is the son before Mr. Killgrave."

At these words, she stood up and sparkled at him in a way that made him flinch. With an unaccustomed harshness she said. "I say to you that you are a finished agent. This here is a student under my protection!"

Luckily, at that moment, the door opened and Professor ✗ rolled in.

"Agent. I assure them that Mr. Wayne had no information about Mr. Kill grave until he learned it from us. I advise them to respect my students and not to suspect without reason."

"Mr. Xavier. I suspect no one. However, Miss Frost has been threatening me."

"'Be assured, Agent, that Emma has no need to make any threats. You have no idea how seriously she takes her job of protecting students from others and themselves!" the professor said calmly, and yet it sounded much more threatening to my ears.

than Emma.

Before the agent, whose name I had already forgotten, could answer, the door opened, and another SHIELD agent came in. The two whispered briefly and then politely said goodbye.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Emma said after taking a deep breath. "I just get sick of the way these SHIELD guys act."

"I can understand that, but you need to calm down Emma. The last thing we need right now is SHIELD coming down on us. How are you, my boy?" he asked worriedly, looking up at me, but I just couldn't manage to meet his gaze and ran away. I had tears in my eyes and was running half blind through the corridors of the school when I saw a blurry shadow in front of me. Before I realized what had happened, Jean had put her arms around me and pressed me gently against her. That was the moment when I could no longer hold back. I started to cry, and I didn't care who was there. But she made no move to reprimand me or say anything. On the contrary. She was just there and wanted to make sure I calmed down.

At some point, I really don't remember how long I stood there like that, I finally managed to calm down and wipe the tears from my eyes. The first thing I saw was her beautiful face smiling at me.

"Don't blame yourself Dean." She said reassuringly and I blinked my eyes uncertainly.

"But... what if I was... to blame for this?" I asked, my voice quivering. "What if it was my powers that caused this?"

"Dean. Don't think that. You don't have to worry about it. The best thing for you to do is go to your room and go to bed for now, okay? You're still young and I would have liked to have had longer to protect you from this world, but ... I'm sorry. I'm afraid I have to leave you alone now. I'll come by later."

Nodding, I walked towards my room and some of the students said something encouraging or reassuring to me. To be honest, I didn't care about anything they said to me. They only saw that my biological father was dead, not what I had done.

When I got to my room I immediately fell into my bed and lay there motionless for hours until the door opened, and Logan came in. For some reason he didn't knock, but just walked in and took a seat on a chair and looked at me.

"Hey, kid. How are you?" he said in a calm voice.

"Fine, Mister Wolverine sir." I said simply, not looking away from the ceiling.

"Little tip. You need to work on your lying! Come on get up, we're going for a little ride."

"I don't have a ... ARRRGHH." I cried out as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of bed. I was completely powerless against his strength and so he just dragged me across the floor for a few feet until I reluctantly agreed and struggled to get up.

When we arrived at the garage, he tossed me a helmet and grabbed a key from the box and got on a Harley Davidson.

"Uh. isn't that Scott's?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yup!" he said simply calmly.

"And he let you take his bike?" I continued to ask uncertainly.

"Nope." He said in the same voice and started the bike.

"Won't he be pissed?"

"Absolutely!" he laughed and pointed to the seat behind him, where I then took my seat. Somehow, I liked his manner. As soon as I had taken my seat and put on my helmet, he drove off. But at the exit of the garage, he stopped again because Jean was waiting for us there. With her hands on her hips, she looked sternly at Logan, then more gently at me, before sighing and stepping aside. Apparently, she was also convinced that Logan would do me good now.

And only minutes later we were both driving across the streets, and he started talking to me about all kinds of things. It was ... a conversation between men. Nothing else fit. He told me about how the X-Men, each of them, had been in situations like this before. Situations where they had to decide whether to just stop someone or actually kill them. He also told me about the countless people he himself had already killed. He was ruthless about it and scratched a little at the image of the noble hero that I had of him. However, he explained it well and so I understood that Wolverine was more than just a hero. He was an impulsive, tough guy who had been used as a weapon for a long time.

Slowly I understood that I had not necessarily been the cause of it, but that there were also situations in which it was unavoidable to kill someone. We finally stopped at an ice cream parlor and while I played with my ice cream, I wasn't hungry at the moment, he smoked his cigar.

"What do you know about Rouge, Kiddo?" he finally asked me, and I looked at him puzzled.

"Not much. She said you can't touch her and that she can absorb powers?"

"Nice understatement. When she touches a mutant, she copies their powers for a while, depending on the power, and can use them completely instinctively. But she touched Cpt Marvel once. You know her, don't you?"

"No, sir!" I said honestly. I was only aware that she was part of the Avengers and always looked a bit different from the others. But who or what she was exactly, I couldn't remember.

"Understandable. She's rarely here on Earth. Mostly she beats the shit out of some intergalactic empires."

"Alien... Empires? Something like the guys who attacked New York?"

"No. I'm talking about the really bad ones. Kree and Skull. But I don't want to get into that at all. All I'm really saying is that she's an extremely, really EXTREMELY powerful being and Rouge absorbed some of her power. Since then, she can fly, is almost indestructible and has a strength that is abnormal. We don't know how long that power will last, or if it will ever go away, but until it does, Rouge is a woman not to be messed with. And now imagine that such a woman would have come under your father's control."

Slowly understanding, I nodded and took a spoonful of ice cream. As always..., once you start, you can't stop. But I was beginning to understand what he was trying to tell me.