May, where are you?" A man's voice interrupted Aunt May and Watson.
"Oh, sorry, it's my husband, Ben! I'm over here." Aunt May turned and waved at Ben.
Uncle Ben ran over and anxiously asked, "May, where did you go? You've been gone for so long, and—oh, this is… oh, I recognize you! You're the Flame Knight! A very brave and handsome young man. Our nephew, Peter, is your loyal fan, ha ha ha."
"You are—too kind."
Aunt May said to Uncle Ben, "Ben, I was just inviting Watson to try some Swiss rolls."
"What? Oh no, I mean—kid, did you accept?" Ben's mouth seemed to twitch involuntarily after hearing this, then he looked into Watson's eyes and asked.
"I—actually have something to do? But I think I can come next time?" Watson suddenly remembered Aunt May's Swiss rolls—weren't they some kind of 'dark cuisine'?
Uncle Ben seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and without giving Aunt May a chance to speak, he said, "Oh, of course! You can—come on Saturday evening, how about that? Because our little nephew Peter will be home from school, and you're his idol. And we'll prepare some more elaborate dishes to entertain you. Our house is the fourth one in the third row."
"Hmm—of course. I'll definitely be there. Oh, by the way, Uncle Ben, let me give you my contact information. If you need anything, you can call me."
"No problem, kid." With that, Uncle Ben put his arm around Aunt May and walked back. Halfway there, he turned and winked at Watson.
Watson laughed at the somewhat adorable Uncle Ben. He remembered not being able to hold back his tears when Uncle Ben died in the movie.
Shaking his head, he walked home with the braised egg in his arms.
There's nothing to do back home. Should I go visit Tony's house? First Wade, then Spider-Man—am I just going around visiting people?
Watson suddenly laughed. Should he go visit another person?
Thinking of this, Watson quickened his pace home. First, I'll get my car, and then leave the braised egg with Aunt Leah. They should be awake by now.
--- Westchester, New York, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Professor Charles, who was talking to Jean, suddenly paused, then said to Jean, "A friend has arrived, Jean. Come out with me to greet them."
Bang! Closing the car door, Watson walked to the main gate and raised his hand, about to knock.
Creak, creak, creak!
The gate opened, and a bald man in a wheelchair and a tall woman appeared before Watson.
Watson lowered his hand and showed his signature sunny smile: "Hello… I'm Watson Dialant, here for a visit… *cough cough*, I mean, to make friends."
Hearing this, Charles smiled and said, "I can feel your sincerity, child. I am Charles, the headmaster here, and this is Jean, a mentor here. We welcome any friends, especially a friend with a sense of justice. Come in."
Jean also gave Watson a friendly smile and followed Professor Charles inside.
Watson followed behind the two, looking around this mutant sanctuary.
When they reached the central courtyard, Watson looked at the students in the school. Their abilities were truly diverse and strange, but he felt that if many of them developed their abilities well, they could achieve great things.
Like that boy playing basketball, glowing with white light and wearing glasses? He wasn't sure if it was short-range teleportation or a type of speedster. And that child who could walk on water, hmm—all right, next. Ah ha, the two most classic people, Iceman and Pyro, both proper elemental types. He wondered if the rules of this world allowed for elementalization, such a perverse move. Hmm—he also wondered if Wolverine was here, as he wasn't quite sure about the timeline here.
At this moment, Charles suddenly said, "How does it feel? I see you've been observing your surroundings. What do you think of this place?"
Watson smiled and said, "Hmm—it's great. Beautiful environment, fresh air, and teachers and a headmaster like you who are both powerful and virtuous. It's perfect."
Charles, however, shook his head and said, "I want to know your true feelings. Although I can't enter your mind, I can feel that this is not what you truly think."
Watson didn't answer, but instead turned to look at the teenagers and said, "Is their future to grow up and join you?"
"No, we don't force anyone to do anything. If they are willing to join the X-Men and become one of us, we will gladly accept them."
"Then who is responsible for teaching them to fight? Or rather, self-defense?" Watson suddenly asked.
Jean, standing nearby, said, "It used to be Scott, who is also a mentor here. Now there's also Logan, our new teacher. The two of them are responsible now. Look, here they come."
Just as Jean was speaking, two men walked over from a distance.
One was a rather handsome man wearing ruby-like glasses, and the other was a burly man with wild hair. Scott was a bit petty, and sometimes when he acted foolish, no one could stop him, but overall he was a good person.
As for the other one, Watson's heart began to flutter. Wolverine! Seeing him in person was better than watching him in movies countless times! He was truly too cool!
At this moment, Logan stepped forward and extended his hand, saying, "Hey, I'm Logan, and the glasses guy next to me is Scott."
"Nice to meet you, Logan, cool claws. And you, Scott, I know your glasses are because of your ability, and that's to keep others from getting hurt, right?"
Scott actually smiled after hearing this and stepped forward to shake Watson's hand.
Logan, meanwhile, mumbled in disbelief, "I must be mistaken, he actually smiled."
At this moment, Charles spoke, "Watson, may I ask you a question? Are you one of us? I sensed it a few times before, but I wasn't quite sure."
"I am not." As soon as Watson finished speaking, he saw that Jean seemed to want to say something, so he continued, "Don't misunderstand, I don't dislike mutants, and the reason mutants are mutants is because they have the X-gene, right? But I don't have the X-gene in me; it's my own ability, somewhat similar to a superpower? It's just that the energy fluctuations emitted by my superpower might be somewhat similar to X-gene energy. I think you can feel it too, Professor Charles."
Charles nodded and said, "That's right, I can indeed feel it. Thank you for telling me the answer. You are very welcome to visit, perhaps today's lunch can be a little special? We need to welcome our new friend."
"Watch out!!!"