Surprise Attack on The Institute (Flashback) [pt. I]

Despite everything else Hisako lchiki's heart raced with excitement as she found herself witnessing a superhero standoff. From her vantage point, she saw her idols standing tall and ready, their iconic costumes accentuating their heroic forms. The sight was like a scene from her favorite Super Sentai show, but even more thrilling because it was real.

Wolverine stood at the forefront, his yellow and black costume clinging to his powerfully built frame. His cowl added to his fierce appearance, his short stature contrasting with the sheer size of his muscles. The fabric stretched taut over his broad shoulders and bulging arms, each movement radiating raw strength. His clawed hands flexed, ready for action.

She'd seen pictures online, leaked after some battle against a supervillain, where all his clothes had been incinerated by a person-sized plasma beam. The memory of his hulking striated physique, the heavy hang of his... well, let's just say she'd definitely spent way too long studying a certain pixelated region, seemingly halfway to his knees and as thick as her wrist.

Next to him was Rogue, a figure of exaggerated femininity and strength. Her gold and green costume hugged her curvaceous body, emphasizing her big hips and impossibly tiny waist. From behind, Hisako could see the sides of Rogue's enormous breasts, jutting out so far they were visible even from the back, flanking her torso. Her big hair cascaded down her back, adding to her dramatic silhouette. Rogue's stance was powerful, embodying both beauty and resilience.

Beast stood beside Rogue, his blue fur vibrant and his form imposing. Clad only in blue briefs with a yellow belt, his muscular physique was on full display. The powerful muscles in his back and legs rippled as he moved, each one defined and strong. Hisako marveled at the combination of his acrobatic agility and brute strength.

Iceman was also there, in his glittering ice form. His entire body was a masterpiece of sculpted ice, each muscle perfectly chiseled and shimmering. His glutes were particularly prominent, resembling twin hams covered in glistening ice. Hisako couldn't help but admire his unique beauty - he looked like an ice statue that had come to life. Every inch of him was a testament to the artistry of his powers.

Magma stood proudly, her skintight black tights and gold X-Men belt emphasizing her athletic figure. Her costume revealed a bare midriff and a black tube top with gold shoulder pauldrons, showcasing her toned abs and strong arms. The gold accents gleamed, reflecting her fiery nature and the power she wielded.

Jubilee, in her skintight black bodysuit and iconic bright yellow trench coat, added a touch of flair to the scene. Her pink sunglasses perched on her nose, she exuded confidence and readiness. The trench coat flowed behind her, emphasizing her energetic presence and hinting at the explosive powers she controlled.

Gambit stood with his usual swagger, his black and red armor fitting him like a second skin. The long brown trench coat billowed around him, adding to his mysterious and dashing appearance. Hisoka could see his strong, lean muscles flex as he readied his cards, each movement exuding a dangerous charm.

Hisako felt a wave of inspiration and awe wash over her. Seeing these heroes, her idols, standing tall and ready to face any threat, filled her with a sense of determination and excitement. She dreamed of the day she could stand among them, a hero in her own right, ready to protect and inspire others just as they had inspired her.

Too bad she wasn't exactly ready to join the hero standoff.

Hisako fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, acutely aware of the exposed midriff and the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her tank top. Laundry day, she cursed under her breath, wishing for the comfort of her usual jeans and hoodie. This wasn't the outfit she wanted to be caught in when, well, whatever the heck was going on, was actually going on. Across the room, Pixie, a whirlwind of pink hair and infectious enthusiasm, practically vibrated as she peered out the window. Her yoga pants stretched taut over her curvy figure, the whale tail of her neon green thong peeked out, dwarfed by the generous cheeks that seemed to be devouring the flimsy garment.

Every nervous bounce sent her ample breasts swaying, a spectacle that didn't go unnoticed by Hellion, whose smirk was as permanent a fixture as his leather jacket. Other boys, Hisako noted with a pang of something akin to envy, cast more discreet glances, their gazes lingering just a beat too long on Pixie's jiggling assets.

"Anyone else think it's suspicious that we're having a surprise field trip on the day all these Shield agents show up?" Hellion drawled, his voice laced with boredom rather than concern. His dark eyes, usually glinting with mischief, held a hint of something sharper today.

Pixie chirped, "Maybe they're just having a tea party with the Shield agents. You know, discussing diplomatic relations and mutant rights."

Magik, ever the dour counterpoint to Pixie's bubbly optimism, snorted. "Tea parties don't involve snipers."

Clad in a sleeveless top that showcased her toned arms and strong shoulders and clung to her full probably C-Cups breasts, Illyana Rasputin exuded a practiced stoicism. Her long blonde hair, cascaded down her back, a counterpoint to the stark lines of her black skinny jeans.

Her gloved finger sliced through the air, pointing towards the treeline bordering the X-Mansion grounds. Hisako's breath hitched. Nestled amongst the leaves were figures clad in black, their high-powered rifles glinting ominously in the afternoon sun.

"Snipers!? They're going to shoot at Nightcrawler, Emma Frost, and Psylocke? They're the ones on the Blackbird!" Rahne, a trim Scottish teen with red hair tied into a braid gasped as she paced frantically, her bare feet padding across the plush carpeting.

Sunspot held out his arms to the room, "Relax guys!" The handsome Brazilian mutant's eyes swept over the room, settling on each student in turn. "I know things look a little weird right now, but trust me, it's all under control. The X-Men are the best there is at what they do, and SHIELD is here just as a precaution. They've got this covered."

He picked up a pool cue, "Now who wants to play some pool till our bus arrives?" He sauntered over to the billiards table in the center of the rec room. His charismatic nature was usually enough to change the mood in any social situation but in this case everyone was too distracted by the commotion outside to really care.

Most of the other students were just milling around or trying to watch the unfolding scene through the window. Hellion was pacing back and forth between the couch and coffee table muttering under his breath. Ilyana and Pixie were sitting on one end of the couch together quietly talking among themselves. Hisako sat on the opposite side trying her best to stay calm and focus on her breathing techniques.

Spyke spoke up, his voice tight with suspicion. "Here's my question, pretty much the whole hole team is out there Wolverine, Beast, Gambit, Iceman, Rogue..but where's Cyclops, Jean, and Storm? Like they've been gone for weeks..."

Hisako's mind raced. It was true. The X-Men's power couple and the resident weather goddess had been conspicuously absent lately.

"Maybe they're off doing some sort of super secret X-Men mission," suggested Pixie.

Prodigy, the ever-observant one, cleared his throat, adjusting his glass. "The Blackbird left yesterday on a mission to Africa," he began, his voice laced with a hint of unease. "Nightcrawler and Professors Frost and Braddock were on board. They haven't come out yet. There's also been a lot of strange chatter about Wakanda on official channels..."

Hisako looked at the athletic dark-skinned guy with his close cropped curly hair.

She knew about his power, the unnerving ability to absorb the knowledge and skills of those around him. He undoubtedly knew more than he was letting on. There was always something unsettling about Prodigy; that constant, gnawing awareness that he possessed an intimate knowledge of your deepest secrets, your most embarrassing moments from your go-to masturbation routine to the insecurities you desperately tried to keep hidden. It wasn't even telepathy; it was an ever-present download of information he couldn't control. And right now, with SHIELD agents in close proximity, that knowledge base likely included the full picture of what was going on.

So... Wakanda. Whatever was happening, Prodigy clearly didn't want to say it outright. Maybe it was because he didn't want to remind everyone he was a walking, talking truth bomb.

Or maybe he just knew blurting it out would send the entire group into a full-blown panic.
that powerful African nation, sent shivers down her spine in a way that had nothing to do with the cool air. Was it targeting mutants? The very thought was enough to make her blood run cold.

Before she could even think to question him, Magik's quiet, "Shit." hit the room like a hammer blow.