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The principle was the same as Cerebro's, only in reverse, upon reflection from the helmet's inner surface, dispersion of Erik's gravitational-magnetic field wave occurred, and the resulting spectrum resonated with his brain's electromagnetic field, rendering it impervious to telepathy.
Theoretically, one could create a blocker helmet to neutralize telepaths based on this same technology, only Lehnsherr hadn't engaged in developments in this area and didn't want to.
But I digress. Meanwhile, our plane calmly left the island and headed for New York, never receiving a parting shot in the back.
In general, everyone is alive, everyone is happy, and for some reason, I'm sure that Senator Kelly's seat will soon be taken by a flexible person with a blue tushie, and the main advocate for the Registration Act will abruptly change his "political orientation."
"Tell me," Storm unexpectedly moved to the seat next to me, having previously sat in the co-pilot's seat helping Scott fly the plane, "could you have helped Senator Kelly?"
"I am not a healer," looking into the girl's eyes, which reflected genuine worry over the raised question, I answered with utmost honesty.
"I could have prolonged his suffering for a few hours, but even if I had the Soul Forge, I doubt I could have healed him."
"So there was no hope?"
"There is always hope," I shrugged, "but Kelly was too old, and a life full of stress had exhausted his body even without any forced mutation. In such a situation, even Odin couldn't have done anything."
Unless he linked Kelly's life to some mighty artifact, but that's very specific and not worth mentioning, as it would only confuse things.
"And what is a Soul Forge?" the mulatto woman continued questioning with the same interest in her eyes.
"Mmm…" I even pondered, leaning my head back against the seat. "To put it very roughly, it's a device for transferring molecular energy in space. specifically, it allows you to set a physical projection of an entire object, obtaining a global-action electron microscope that has feedback loop, whereby changes made to the object's projection affect the object itself. But since we're having a Q&A evening, allow me now to ask something about your world?"
"Alright," Storm nodded, "what do you want to know?"
"What cuisine do you prefer?"
"What… cuisine?" the girl was surprised.
"Yes, that is exactly what I wish to know."
"Why?"
"Naturally, so I can invite you to dinner later! I think discussing science and other interesting topics will be much more pleasant with a glass of wine in hand and something tasty on the table, hence my inquiry."
"…" the mulatto woman fell silent for ten seconds, looking away. I almost thought I had crossed the line and the conversation was exhausted there, but… "I love fried chicken with rice."
"Excellent!" I smiled contentedly. "And which New York restaurant serves the best according to your taste?"
"I don't know," Ororo was clearly flustered, especially since someone (let's not point fingers, but it was Logan) was already studiously looking askance at us. Or eavesdropping, like Cyclops, forced to fly the plane.
"I don't have much experience going to restaurants."
"It seems to me there is a reason to fix that."
"Do the gods of Asgard have Earth money?" the mulatto woman tried to joke, clearly striving to quickly steer the conversation away from the topic embarrassing her.
"Let's put it this way: inviting the God of Deceit to play poker… is not the best idea, even if he looks like a pampered urban peacock and you are the best local card sharp with a cover team."
"And…" she didn't expect such an answer, "how much?.."
"Oh, it's not worth counting despised green wrappers," I smiled with maximum cordiality and a drop of irony. "After all, what is money when it comes to dinner with such a beautiful Goddess?"
So, having switched the topic to things much more pleasant than mutated senators and secrets of Asgardian technology, we flew to the secret mutant school.
And completed the mission to save the world either from World War III or from a general civil war, but those are just details.
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After the memorable saving of the world, life somehow abruptly entered a quiet and peaceful rut.
Storm avoided me to the best of her ability, hiding all day either in lessons with the little mutants or running off somewhere into the city on business.
They didn't give me a definitive "no" and even tried to make contact sometimes, but at the same time, they were clearly afraid, and not at all like one fears an annoying man.
Charles conducted telepathy sessions with Logan, piecing together his memories bit by bit.
Logan himself didn't escape his fate and, having settled in a bit, began to strut his stuff in front of Jean Grey, which didn't go unnoticed by Scott Summers and was slowly leading to the birth of the canonical conflict.
Rogue was quietly and peacefully introduced into the school routine, and although she appeared in the middle of the school year, she didn't seem to experience any particular difficulties regarding this.
Well, as for me… I destroyed cocoa supplies in the kitchen, sometimes switching to tea and coffee, and dug around in Magneto's machine, drafting a schematic for "X-Gene Stimulator 2.0".
What to replace Erik with in the device's core I didn't know yet, but there were options for how to make the organism's reconstruction smoother and safer.
Oh right, I also met the other inhabitants of the estate, and… total bummer.
Among the kids and teenagers, there were many familiar names and nicknames. But while I didn't care about the looks of some Iceman, Pyro, or Colossus, the appearance of the local Jubilee and Kitty Pryde… was depressing.
It wasn't that they were ugly, not at all: cute and pretty young girls, especially Kitty. But they weren't the cutie-pies from the cartoons of my childhood.
Yes, attractive, and in another situation quite interesting, but completely unlike the images that had firmly occupied a place in my oldfag heart.
Basically nothing in common, except for some preferences in clothing style, and even there the resemblance was rather conditional.
And this made me sad, I simply couldn't look at them without comparing them to the "original," after which I suffered from the discrepancy and the painful irony of fate.
You end up in the world of your childhood waifus, but it turns out they aren't here, just some other people who happen to bear the same names.
Once again, the Marvel Cinematic Universe kicked me in the balls with a hobnailed boot and trampled my lustful hopes. I hate the Marvel Cinematic Universe…
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