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"The work you'd be doing with Baymax is actually meaningful," Aidan said to Professor X, the warmth of late afternoon sunlight casting long shadows across the Institute's grounds. The sound of distant laughter from the ongoing Transformer-mutant football game provided an oddly domestic backdrop to their conversation. "Like exploring and helping out around the world. Want to set up an expedition team? Baymax can fund it. Want to join some environmental group or animal rights thing? We'll back you completely. Hell, if you wanna be a celebrity hero, we can package that whole thing for you."
He gestured broadly at the world beyond the Institute's walls, where possibilities stretched as far as imagination could reach. "There's a whole planet out there, Professor. You don't need to worry about finding your place in it. Time to take a real vacation, maybe start thinking about having a normal life... As long as you're not trying to overthrow governments or break company policy, we can make pretty much anything happen."
The casual way Aidan spoke about reshaping reality to accommodate personal dreams carried the confidence of someone who'd already proven that impossible things were merely engineering problems waiting to be solved.
"By the way, I've got something for you." Aidan produced a sleek metal case from his dimensional storage, its surface bearing the familiar Baymax logo . The container hummed with barely perceptible energy, its contents representing technology that would have seemed like magic just days earlier. "Exoskeleton suit. Wanna try walking around?"
"Of course, thank you," Professor Xavier replied, his voice catching slightly as he accepted the case. His weathered hands trembled with more than just age as he held what might represent the first steps he'd take in decades.
"Just put your hand on the company logo and it'll do the rest."
The moment Xavier's palm touched the Baymax symbol, the case's contents responded like living quicksilver. The bio-mechanical material flowed up his arm with the fluid grace of mercury, spreading across his torso and down toward his legs with movements that seemed almost organic. The sensation was warm rather than cold, reassuring rather than invasive—like being embraced by technology that genuinely cared about human comfort.
When the last of the silver material had integrated itself with his nervous system, Xavier felt something he hadn't experienced in longer than he cared to remember. Slowly, carefully, he gripped the arms of his wheelchair and began to rise.
His feet touched the ground with the hesitant pressure of someone rediscovering a lost sense. The exoskeleton's servos hummed quietly as they supported his weight, translating neural impulses into mechanical action with seamless precision. For the first time in decades, Charles Xavier stood under his own power.
"Looking good," Aidan nodded with satisfaction. The device he'd given the Professor was actually bio-reproduction technology far more advanced than anything Baymax sold commercially. The healing potions could theoretically have achieved similar results, but Xavier's mutant genetics made T-virus modification too unpredictable. Better to give him technology that worked with his biology rather than trying to rewrite it.
"Professor? You're standing up?" Hank's voice carried across the grounds as he approached, his usually composed demeanor cracking with disbelief. His blue-furred features were a mask of wonder as he processed what his enhanced senses told him was impossible.
"Yeah, Aidan gave me an exoskeleton," Professor X replied, taking his first tentative steps forward. The movements were awkward muscles that had atrophied from disuse working in tandem with mechanical assistance but each step carried the weight of a miracle.
"I can make one for you when you get old," Aidan said to Hank with a grin that suggested he was already running engineering calculations. "Speaking of which, how'd the ceremony go?"
"Really well. President Dennis wants to meet with you," Hank replied, his diplomatic training reasserting itself despite his continued amazement at watching Xavier walk.
"Where we meeting?"
"A prison."
"Perfect. Time to spring your old friend from jail," Aidan said to the Professor, who was still marveling at the simple act of standing upright.
"Right," Professor X thought of Erik and nodded, his expression mixing anticipation with apprehension. The three of them climbed into Hank's vehicle and began the drive toward what would either be a reunion or a confrontation.
En Route
"So how'd today's dog and pony show actually go?" Aidan asked from the passenger seat, watching the New York countryside roll past through windows that still bore stress fractures from the battle.
"Better than I dared hope," Hank laughed, the sound carrying genuine relief. "Tons of people want to personally thank the mutants who helped with the rescue. We went from public enemies to heroes in about six hours."
"Good. You need to get those suppressant injection sites set up ASAP while the city's rebuilding," Aidan advised, his tone shifting to the practical concerns of long-term strategy. "Right now everyone loves you guys, but mutant powers are still unpredictable and scary. First time some kid loses control and hurts someone, public opinion's gonna flip fast. Better to get out ahead of it."
"Makes sense. Anything you need for the city construction, just let us know," Hank nodded, his political instincts recognizing sound advice when he heard it.
"But isn't that kind of unfair to those kids?" Professor X interjected from the back seat, his voice carrying the concern of someone who'd spent his life protecting young mutants.
"It's better than them losing control and killing their families," Aidan replied bluntly, the harsh reality of his words softened by genuine care. "Besides, once we get the tech city built, Baymax'll make an official statement. Parents find out their kid's got powers? They can send 'em to Xavier's school, or we'll hire them directly and give 'em citizenship in the new city."
"Sounds like you've thought of everything," the Professor said, shaking his head in amazement at the scope of planning involved.
"I can give you the big picture stuff. You guys still gotta work out all the details," Aidan shrugged. "I'm basically providing you with a platform no discrimination, no fear, actual opportunities. What you do with it is up to you."
The strategy was elegant in its simplicity. Give mutants time to stabilize, maintain good education programs, provide real career prospects, and offer the suppressant as a genuine choice rather than a mandate. Kids trapped in abusive homes because of their powers could seek protection from Baymax Corporation. The safety net would be comprehensive enough to catch anyone who fell through society's cracks.
The federal facility squatted on the landscape like a concrete tumor, its brutalist architecture designed to communicate the futility of resistance. Multiple security checkpoints and armed guards marked their passage deeper into the complex, each layer representing another barrier between Erik Lehnsherr and the world he'd tried to reshape.
"Mr. Parker, you should really let us inject Magneto with a suppressant before you go in there," the facility commander warned as they walked down the final corridor. His voice carried the nervous tension of someone who'd spent years keeping the world's most dangerous mutant contained. "That armor of yours won't mean much against him."
"The Professor's with me. We'll be fine," Aidan replied, gesturing to Xavier who was still adjusting to the novel sensation of walking. Truth was, even without telepathic backup, Magneto posed about as much threat to him as a particularly grumpy house cat but no need to advertise that fact.
"Your funeral," the commander shrugged, entering his access codes to unlock the final barrier. "I'll wait by the door. Good luck."
The inner corridor was a testament to paranoid engineering every surface plastic or ceramic, not a single piece of metal within a hundred yards of the central containment cell. At the end of the passage, behind walls of transparent aluminum, sat Erik Lehnsherr.
The man who'd once commanded the magnetic forces of the earth now wore a simple white prison uniform and was absorbed in reading what appeared to be a philosophy text. Age had carved new lines in his face, but his eyes still held the sharp intelligence that had made him one of the most feared individuals on the planet.
The sound of approaching footsteps made him look up, and his expression shifted from mild curiosity to genuine surprise as he registered his visitors.
"You can walk?" Magneto asked, his voice carrying decades of shared history and concern as he watched Xavier approach under his own power.
Then his enhanced senses kicked in, and suspicion clouded his features. "And you brought metal in here."
"Erik... my old friend, I found hope," Professor X said, his voice thick with emotion and excitement. After so many years of fighting seemingly impossible odds, the prospect of a real solution made him almost giddy with relief.
"Hope? A cure injection? That'll just lead to the destruction of all mutants! Don't you get that?" Erik rose from his chair, his voice carrying the passionate intensity that had defined their philosophical conflicts for decades.
"Nah," Aidan interrupted casually. "Mutants are gonna join Baymax Corporation. I'm here to buy you out of prison."
"Exactly," the Professor nodded enthusiastically. "We'll be separate from regular humans in the future, and he's gonna take care of all of us."
Magneto's eyes narrowed as he studied this young man who spoke of reshaping the world with the same casual confidence most people used to discuss dinner plans. He was about to launch into one of his trademark speeches about human-mutant relations when Aidan cut him off.
"You can come out with us right now, and we'll explain everything once you understand the situation." Without waiting for a response, Aidan turned and headed back toward the exit. Professor X nodded encouragingly at his old friend, silently urging him to trust in this impossible turn of events.
When Magneto emerged from the facility that had been his home for months, the late afternoon sun felt like a benediction against his face. Around him, armed guards offered respectful salutes to the teenager who'd apparently waltzed into a maximum-security prison and casually retrieved one of the world's most dangerous criminals.
The whole situation felt surreal, like stepping from one reality into another where the rules had fundamentally changed overnight.
Did they just... let me go? Erik wondered, scanning for hidden threats or elaborate deceptions. Or is this some kind of setup?
Plz Throw Powerstones.