Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Anonymous woke up on time and found himself lying on the bed.

Covered with a quilt this time.

He got out of bed and tidied up his whole body which was not too messy.Deadpool humming in the dining room.Blind Al probably hasn't come back since he went out yesterday afternoon.Unknown didn't hear the sound of the cane, and didn't see her slippers move.

There is still work to do today.Now that it is confirmed that Red Skull is still alive, the most urgent task now is to find the leader of Hydra and ensure that he can no longer come out to be a demon.

Anonymous went to the Avengers Building with his little tail Wade.

What if you wanted to find a mutant in the world who moved so fast that he could go from one side of the world to the other in five minutes?

This can be a super-outline question, send a proposition.

Or send sub-questions together.

"We can ask Professor X for help." Natasha Romanov immediately thought.

Indeed, Charles Xavier, who has a brain wave search machine and can easily distinguish the difference between mutants and humans, is their first choice.

"Wade, do you want to go too?" Unnamed didn't mind going to X Academy to meet the same kind of Deadpool in name.

He may not even realize that he still remembers the news Zola gave him about Triss in his heart, and wants to confirm something through Professor X.

"No."

"Brother won't go!"

The captain and Deadpool refused at the same time, and the two reached a rare consensus.

Deadpool definitely doesn't want to go to X Academy anymore, that group of rigid people always try to force him to join the heavenly group that subdues thieves, and try to brainwash him not to kill people.

Hey, don't kill people, is that still Deadpool?Then it becomes a living waiter, what an uncool name!

So Unknown and the captain got off the special helicopter and walked into X Academy all the way until they saw the mutant leader in the wheelchair in front of the teaching building.

"Hi, I'm Unknown." Unknown extended his hand friendly and shook hands with Professor X. He bent down slightly caringly, expressing his respect without appearing superior or meaningless. This man does not need a handout.

"I'm Charles Xavier. The students in the college are used to calling me Professor X, but you can call me Charles." Professor X turned the wheelchair and led the way, "Please come in, you may have many things Ask me."

Unknown and the captain followed behind Charles. The former entered X Academy for the first time and looked around curiously, but out of politeness, he was very restrained and turned his head left and right very little.

"I've heard about Hydra," Charles sighed, turning his head and looking at Unknown who was half a step behind him, "It's really an amazing ability."

"Thank you," replied the anonymous politely.

They walked all the way from the entrance of the teaching building to the principal's office. The wooden floor, spacious and bright space, it really looks like a very good school, not the general base of some mutant team.

It's nothing like the school in the game, but it does look a little better - a lot.Both the scattered furniture and the overall atmosphere are much more beautiful, not to mention the students who really came with their textbooks.

Although they were playing around a bit, using various mutant abilities to come and go, that kind of vitality was incomparable to the lifelessness of the school in the game.

Unnamed saw students passing by cast curious glances at them. Of course, Steve received most of the admiring gazes—even if he wasn’t wearing a uniform, Captain America’s popularity was not low.

On the other hand, Anonymous is not that famous, most people looked at him curiously, guessing who he was and why he was walking with the captain.

There was no malice in this gaze, but the natural curiosity of boys and girls.

"So how can I help you?" Charles entered the principal's room, the wooden door was closed behind the captain and Anonymous, and there were only three people left in the room. Good soundproofing materials ensured the privacy of the conversation.

"Your ability is mind reading, isn't it?" There was no hostility or questioning in the unnamed words, and his performance was completely different from someone who feared mutant abilities.

Even without mind reading, Charles Xavier could see in the anonymous eyes that he was genuinely curious, not questioning.

As if facing a student, Charles patiently answered unregistered questions.

"I will not use my abilities at will. The most basic respect for others lies in thinking. This is as rude as entering someone's room without knocking."

This probably makes some sense, Unregistered nodded and listened to the captain's statement of his intention.They need Charles to use his brainwave search machine to find the extremely fast mutant and locate the Red Skull.

Charles readily agreed, and he never hesitated to lend a helping hand, especially when it involved mutants and arguably one of the most evil terrorist organizations in the world.

He didn't even mind letting Anonymous and Captain watch him use the brain wave search machine.

This huge metal spherical space is simply incredible, bringing together the most cutting-edge technology and the pinnacle of mutant abilities.

Charles hooked up to the machine, sank into a world only he could understand, jumped from one mind to another—he focused on searching for mutant minds, which ruled out the vast majority of the population.

He paused somewhere before continuing to concentrate, and quickly found the relevant mutant.

"Master Red Skull wants us to go," thought the young boy, "but I don't know why he wants us to."

We, plural.

Charles immediately expanded the scope of his search to include the female mutant by his side.

"But we have to do this," thought the girl, "Pietro doesn't seem to understand, we have to—who's there?"

Almost at the same time, Charles realized that her questioning was not about people in the real world, but about herself.Red energy surged out of his mind like mountains and seas.

Charles retreated quickly, not intending to directly collide with the girl's thoughts.

"Charles?" Hank, who was watching Charles closely, noticed his sudden rapid breathing and immediately tried to wake him up.

Charles opened his eyes suddenly, trying to calm his breathing rate and at the same time relieve the faint tingling in his head.He took off his helmet with one hand.

"They're in Sokovia," he said. "In addition to the boy with the acceleration ability—his name is Pietro, there is also a girl who should have the ability of the mind system. She is very strong, and you should be careful."

The captain nodded gratefully.

Not being on U.S. soil would have created more trouble for the Avengers' operations, but they've lost the position to ask Charles to do more.

The other party's willingness to help them take the risk of searching for traces of the Red Skull is already a gift worthy of gratitude.

The captain and Anonymous quickly bid farewell to Hank's unfriendly eyes.

"I don't really know 'her', and I don't know what her abilities are, but she is very scared, very scared," Charles said suddenly, looking at the unnamed figure.

He had just seen the mind of a little girl whose desperation was almost overwhelming.Triss, the little girl who blew up a residential building in New York and was recently popularized in the media, was not taken away by a certain force, and she is still receiving isolation treatment in the hospital.

Perhaps it is not unreasonable that no force is willing to accept this girl whose ability is unknown and who has caused such a big sensation.She's been devastated and has now refused to trust anyone else.

"Scott went to her, but she refused to join us, or join any other group. She focused all her hatred and guilt on herself."

"It's true that she destroyed that residential building, didn't she?" Unknown replied calmly.

"You're angry, but I guess your anger doesn't come from your destroyed apartment," Charles points out. "Don't let yourself regret it, all Triss needs right now is someone who cares, someone who shows respect for her." unconditional support."

"You said you don't use your abilities at will." The feeling of unprotected thinking made Anonymous feel very bad, very bad, he even had the urge to turn around and run, even though the distance was not the decisive factor for Charles to control people factor.

"Occasional abuse is still within the tolerable willful range." Charles said, blinking his right eye, and raised the corners of his lips to smile.

"Probably." The anonymous replied, not sure if it was about Triss or Charles's joke.He turned and walked away, this time he didn't intend to stop.

Anger ignited in Hank's eyes, and the veins in the hand holding the wheelchair were bulging, and it seemed that he was about to pounce on him and fight Unknown in the next second.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Hank," Charles said to stop him, "his attitude towards things is just like this, and it won't change because of anything."

Charles Xavier was the first to peep into such thoughts, in which the thoughts can only be categorized too rationally. He did not explore the unregistered memories carefully, but the unregistered thought structures are more like classified than human beings. Class clear machines.

The emotions hidden in it are almost completely buried under heavy rational analysis, tiny, but like a small spark in a charcoal pile.

Even if it may be crushed by heavy firewood, as long as there is a little breeze, everything can be ignited immediately, bursting out with unimaginable energy.

"What's more, since he walked into this building, he saw at least seventeen ways out, and conceived four ways to kill me, two of which included blowing up the entire building."

Hank figured he'd better not mess with this horrible man.

Who would think Anonymous is cute?

The author has something to say: Sorry for the late update, I have something to go out today, very busy

I have to catch a flight tomorrow QaQ

A little angel mentioned that the timeline does not match up. You can think of this as the universe 200000 or something, just write wherever is convenient.