POV: Scott
Look, I've never been a superstitious guy. I wasn't some hardcore religious devotee either—but I also never looked up at the sky and said, "Hey God? Screw you."
So why, in the name of every possible deity, does this crap have to happen to me?
I stare into the mirror and see a guy who has absolutely nothing to do with me.
Well-built body. Reddish-brown hair. And the most important detail of all—
A big, damn pair of red glasses glued to my face.
Scott freaking Summers.
Cyclops.
Now, I was never a huge Marvel nerd. Definitely not an X-Men encyclopedia. But you don't need to be a genius to understand one simple fact:
I am completely screwed.
First of all—"I," or rather, Scott—is the leader of the X-Men.
And you might think that's a good thing.
Wrong.
Because I'm not Scott. Unlike those lucky bastards you read about in isekai stories, I didn't inherit this idiot's memories.
Which means no combat training. No battle experience. No mastery over his powers.
And worst of all—
No memories.
That alone explains how deep in trouble I am.
Second, I'm literally living under the same roof as two of the most powerful telepaths in all of Marvel fiction.
One wrong glance. One tiny peek into my perfectly defenseless brain—and it's over.
And third.
Marvel. Freaking Marvel.
Home to some of the most ridiculous threats in existence.
Don't get me wrong—Scott is strong. But he's not top-tier in a world like this. He can't go toe-to-toe with most of the major threats out there.
Hell, even compared to some of the other X-Men, he's outclassed.
One of them can literally turn intangible. And I've seen enough anime to know how broken that ability is.
Another can steal your memories—and your powers—just by touching you.
And let's not forget that, technically, I have a girlfriend with a cosmic entity living inside her.
You see the problem, right?
I am F-U-L-L-Y screwed.
Think. Think…
How do I get out of this mess?
Comics. Movies. Hell, even trashy fanfictions—there has to be something I can use to survive this.
…
That's it. Yes. That's it.
In the comics, Jean, Scott, and the ever-famous Wolverine are stuck in a very obvious love triangle.
And if I remember correctly, there was at least one timeline where Jean cheat Scott over with Logan.
I could be wrong. For all I know, that never even happened here. I don't even know what messed-up timeline I landed in.
But who cares?
I just need an excuse to get out of here.
After that? I'll figure it out later.
Right now, I just need to avoid having my mind ripped open and being forced to explain a bunch of stuff I absolutely do not want to explain.
So?
Simple.
I'm going all in.
Step one: find a certain bald telepath.
Step two: make damn sure he doesn't read my mind.
Step three: look appropriately miserable.
Step four: ask for a vacation.
After that, I'll scrape together some money—and disappear.
To hell with mutants. The Avengers. All of it.
I just want a break. A real one.
I want to pretend the world isn't about to go up in flames at any given moment.
And all I have to do…
Is keep my thoughts hidden from the man famous for rewriting the minds of anything that breathes.
Great.