Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

The doping incident of Petr Maximov gradually lost its hype and attention value as the players retired and disappeared.

Soon there will be no relevant news reports on the market.The profit-seeking media turned their attention to the champion stars of other competitions, trying to create more eye-catching articles.

However, in unknown places.

The concept of 'mutants' once again appeared in the sight of some people.

"Now, you should be able to trust me, mutants are real, right?"

A man in military uniform stood in front of a group of high-level military officials and talked freely.

However, the high-ranking generals in the military responded indifferently: "Hey, General Stryker, that's just a kid who runs faster, and that doesn't prove anything."

"That's right, even if he wins more championships, it doesn't matter if he breaks some world records." Another person also echoed, "In the news, it's not that he may have taken illegal drugs."

"As for the mutant you mentioned... I have indeed heard this statement before, but hasn't Cia proven that these are all rumors?"

Faced with these doubts, the man named Stryker just raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

He turned around neatly, opened the game video, and said calmly: "For this point, let's re-watch the game video of the day. Look carefully, everyone, this is the day of the 400-meter hurdle race. Now, in our naked eyes It seemed that he was indeed running with all the runners, just a little faster than the others."

"But... when we slow down the screen, slow down, slow down again, frame by frame... yes, that's right! Now, everyone can clearly see that in less than a few seconds , this Petr Maximoff player has run back and forth no less than hundreds of times!"

The people present were in an uproar: "General Stryker, are you joking? Running back and forth in such a fierce race? Hasn't been discovered yet? Is he a ghost?"

"Listen, gentlemen, everything I say is the real truth!"

The man supported the table with his hands, and said imposingly: "This contestant is a very fast mutant. How fast is it? The speed of light? I don't know, but the only thing I can know is that he is fast. To the extent of deceiving the camera, even the most high-definition camera can only capture these few virtual images..."

After he finished speaking, he took a stack of photos from his pocket and slammed them on the table as he spoke.

The others couldn't help but glance at each other.

Then, I stretched out my hand cautiously, took those photos and looked back and forth carefully.

But I have to say, it doesn't really look like much.

Because there are only one silver phantom in the photo, it looks very similar to those supernatural photos taken after claiming to be haunted, the unpredictable and distorted white shadows, it is not clear whether it is the refraction of light, or there is really a ghost.

However, General Stryker said very firmly: "A mutant, this Peter Maximov is a mutant."

Everyone looked at each other, subconsciously asked seriously: "So, what do you mean?"

"We must be vigilant. These dangerous mutants with ulterior motives and abilities higher than ordinary people are silently lurking among us!"

General Stryker said alarmistly.

His eyes slowly passed by everyone's face, slowly slowed down his speech, and said word by word: "This is not something new and interesting, everyone! On the contrary, it concerns the whole society. Stability and national security. We cannot allow these mutants to hide in the society without any precautions. This is as terrible as letting a few lions hide among the sheep. Once they want to harm humans... Then, Our loss will be enormous and irreparable."

"It's easier said than done, even if what you say is true, what are you going to do?" A general asked calmly after pondering for a while.

"Weapons." General Stryker replied calmly and firmly: "We must make weapons that can deal with these people."

"But as you said before, they are all superpowers. What weapons do we have against them?"

"A person with the same ability, a modified mutant who completely obeys our orders." Stryker replied with confidence.

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At the same time, everyone in X Academy quickly discovered Carlos's secret thoughts: he was naively trying to take revenge on Magneto.

Because whenever Professor Charles asks him to help Magneto solve the 'pregnancy', he can always find various reasons to shirk.

From the earliest 'Carlos Injured Strike', to 'I want to play with Katie, I don't have time', and then to 'I like my Qin so much and come to school, as a good man, of course I have to help She understands the school', and finally came to the point that 'the baby is uncomfortable and has a headache when he uses his ability'...

It has been developed to 'I don't want to help the bad guys', and he has used all kinds of excuses to excuse himself.

If there is still no problem, then everyone in X Academy is really a fool.

Looking at the time, half a month has passed.

According to the theory that Carlos himself explained at the beginning, once it has been delayed for three months, there is no way to relieve the 'pregnancy symptoms' at all.

At that time, there are only two options: one is to find a father for the child with the help of Carlos and give birth to it; the other is not to find a father, just to experience the feeling of being pregnant in October. The 'weird energy' that Ross left in his body would dissipate naturally, and nothing would come out.

But no matter which one it is, Magneto's face can be described as cloudy, lightning and thunder.

Carlos, who wanted to take revenge on Magneto, wisely stayed away despite being scared.

In school, he is the youngest, and the other party's reputation is too bad. Comparing the two, whenever there is a conflict, countless people will always protect him.

Professor Charles had a headache and was amused by this, so he decided to find time to talk to Carlos.

Although he really hoped that Eric would stay in the school and work with everyone for the peace of mutants and humans.

But obviously not now, now, he is Magneto, and Magneto is often in the lounge, using a few words to stir up the rebellious psychology of those adolescent children, encouraging them to join the Brotherhood of Mutants... In fact, if it is not because of the 'pregnancy' 'Such an embarrassing thing, he might give a public speech, incite those children to rebel against humans, and spread inappropriate remarks.

This made Charles want to drive him out quickly and completely isolate him, the source of pollution, from his lovely students.

So, after a day of teaching and the tedious work of the principal, Charles pushed the wheelchair to the door of Carlos' room, but was surprised to see Mrs. Maria walking towards him with a book.

He stopped politely and asked, "Ma'am... are you also looking for Carlos?"

The elegant looking lady smiled: "I come here every night..."

She raised the fairy tale book in her hand and joked, "Bedtime stories, Carlos's favorite! My dear, do you want to listen to them today?"

Professor Charles couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "Carlos is so lucky, I didn't have this kind of treatment when I was a child."

A look of sadness flashed across Mrs. Maria Stark's face: "Yes, your lord is sometimes very negligent. Tony has never had it... I was just running around with Howard at that time..."

Charles looked at her gently. Although he would not spy on the thoughts in other people's minds without their permission, occasionally this kind of deep, strong love that radiated from the bottom of his heart, mixed with a trace of guilt and sadness, was You don't need to see it, you can feel it.

He couldn't help saying: "But Mr. Stark must feel your love for him."

"Yes." Mrs. Maria smiled, obviously very confident in herself and her son.

"But ma'am, today..." He suddenly said a little awkwardly, "Can you give me this chance to tell the bedside story?"

Mrs. Maria froze for a moment.

But soon, being smart, she remembered some rumors in the school, and immediately guessed that the professor planned to take the opportunity to talk to Carlos.

So, she blinked, smiled understandingly, and gently put the fairy tale book in the professor's hand: "Then, I leave it to you."

Charles returned a slightly embarrassed smile.

After Mrs. Maria turned and left, he knocked on the door. After getting permission from Carlos, when he pushed the door, he suddenly inadvertently recalled that many years ago, his sister Raven (Mystique) also leaned against him childishly. In his arms, clamoring for him to read and listen, he couldn't help being in a trance for a while...

But soon, he came back to his senses, pushed open the door, and slid in with the wheelchair.

Mrs. Maria also helped arrange Carlos' room.

When this lady treated Carlos, she seemed to have some empathy, the guilt of "ignoring Tony because he was too busy with work, causing him to grow up unknowingly"... She couldn't help it. It was made up for Carlos, who was still a child.

Therefore, she personally used environmentally friendly paint to paint the walls green, and also painted cartoon big forests and various small animals by herself. On the ceiling, Howard asked Howard to use luminous materials to outline a simple but beautiful starry sky. Figure, at night, turn off the lights, as if sleeping under a starry sky.

In addition, Tony also sent a bunch of things, such as small trains, cars, gun models and other toys...

However, during the video call, he learned that his mother actually told Carlos some bedside stories, and he muttered rather jealously: "Lucky boy!"

However, Carlos is actually in pain and happiness.

It's a good thing to be loved by everyone, but if everyone treats you like a child and tells you stories every day to lull you to sleep...it's really embarrassing!

However, slowly, Carlos got used to it. The child pretended to be a kid, and his mind became smaller.

Even, if there is no bedtime story one day, he will feel that something is missing...

When Professor Charles came in, he was flapping his little wings and "fighting" with a silver robot.

This robot, named "dummy 2" by Tony, was produced in the same batch of design drawings as the robot arm in his laboratory, dummy. It was designed by Tony when he was 16 years old. What annual robot design award was published in the newspaper at that time.

Carlos had seen this interview in Maria's notebook.

Mrs. Maria carried a large notebook with photos of Tony from childhood to adulthood, as well as similar newspaper clippings.

For example, in this award-winning interview, the pictures are in black and white, but the 16-year-old boy has big eyes and a beautiful appearance. He is completely different from him now. His smile is a little delicate but bright and bright. He is half squatting next to the mechanical arm, very happy , with a carefree look on his face.

The words below the photo: tonystarkposinhisfather'sworkshopatstarkindustries. (Tony starkposinhisfather'sworkshopatstarkindustries. (Tony starkposinhisfather'sworkshopatstarkindustries.) [Note 1] However, Howard's evaluation of this clipping is very duplicity: "Is this my son? He looks more pleasing and humble than now. He won't show this expression now, he will only be proud like a rooster!"

Maria punched him angrily, but secretly told Carlos afterwards, "When Tony won the award, he was so happy and proud that he drank a lot of wine all night."

Not long ago, Tony used some of Xiaodai's design drawings to improve the appearance, and simply made a Xiaodai No. 2 and gave it to Carlos.

It's just that Derpy is designed to look like a robotic arm, which is specially used to assist Tony in experiments; while Derpy 2 is cylindrical in shape with tiny limbs, mainly used to play with Carlos.

For example, now, when Carlos flutters his wings and rushes towards it with energy, it will intelligently wave its limbs, make frightening movements in coordination, dodge left and right, look clumsy, and make people laugh.

Seeing this scene, which looked like an 'Eagle Catching a Hen', Charles couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He stopped at the door and was about to speak, but the moment Carlos caught sight of him, he said 'ah', and forgot to flap his wings, and fell directly onto the big bed.

Then, he simply stuck his head into the quilt like an ostrich and shouted, "I'm already asleep!"

The robot didn't react, and was still stupidly frozen there. After waving its short limbs in a daze, it stopped.

"Don't you want to see me, Carlos?" Charles asked in surprise.

The little wings on Carlos' back fluttered uneasily twice, because in school, there was no need to cover up, his little white wings were always spread out.After a long time, everyone has discovered that the pair of wings can always reveal the child's mood, just like now, the kind of rapid flapping but not flying, generally represents restlessness and guilty conscience.

"Are you here to scold me?" Carlos poked a small head out of the quilt and asked.

"Why should I scold you?" Charles was surprised.

"Because I don't want to solve the problem for that villain Magneto, deliberately make excuses, and lie..." Carlos said honestly with embarrassment.

Then he immediately complained aggrievedly: "It's not my fault, I just sat there, and I didn't abuse my power on purpose, he bumped into me. But afterwards, he caused me to hit my head and stab my foot with an iron nail , and stared at me every day, and viciously said behind his back that he would strangle me with wire, I heard it all."

Charles was speechless, deeply feeling that Magneto was dead.

"He didn't apologize to me, why should I help him?"

"What if he apologized?"

"If he's willing to apologize, it's not you who came to me." Carlos said shrewdly.

Then, he asked naively and confusedly: "Charles, he is so bad, why are you being nice to him?"

"Probably because... we used to be friends!"

"friend?"

"A very good friend." Charles turned the wheelchair and said softly, "He went on a wrong path, but I failed to pull him back. In fact, I always think, if I hadn't been so young and frivolous back then, Don't just show off your talent so much, don't be so self-righteous, pay more attention to the people around you, will it change everything?"

"So, you think it's your fault?" Carlos was taken aback: "Why do you think so? That's his own choice."

Charles was taken aback, and couldn't help being surprised by Carlos's sensitivity, but he didn't intend to analyze his psychological process with a child, he just said vaguely: "This is very complicated, Carlos. Let's talk about it when you grow up. "

"Okay." Carlos has long been used to the excuses these adults make when they don't want to talk, and he is not very interested in Magneto anyway.

Then, he said obediently: "Charles, I will listen to you and help him solve the problem tomorrow."

Charles nodded and said, "Thank you, Carlos."

"Actually, you don't need to thank me. I would have..." He showed a distressed expression, as if he didn't know what he was going to say.

But at the next moment, he suddenly sat up from the quilt, and the serious expression on that pretty little face was not like the optimistic and kind little angel in the past, but instead carried a solemn and sacred meaning.

"Carlos? Carlos?" Charles frowned subconsciously and called out twice tentatively.

Carlos turned his head, his green eyes were obviously still covered by the lenses, but somehow gave off a strange sense of vigor and oppression.

He suddenly made a statement calmly, in a tone without emotion: "Welcoming the arrival of a new life should be joyous and joyful, not cursing, angry and violent..."

"The life I personally bestowed must be born in laughter, not in cursing. This is the dignity of being a god of reproduction."

It's a pity that Carlos' mature, stable, and majestic appearance was only a flash in the pan, and soon disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, without realizing it, he continued to ask Charles to tell him a bedtime story.

After contemplating for a while, Professor Charles found that he didn't seem to know what he just said at all, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

But for the time being, he put this strange thing aside, picked up the fairy tale book, flipped through a few pages, and planned to find a random story to lull him to sleep.

"Charles, I don't want to hear about princes and princesses, it's boring."

"Well, what do you want to hear?"

"Listen...Charles, is there a story to tell us about what love is?"

"There should be."

"Then let's listen to this."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, will you tell me?"

"If you want to hear..."

Carlos held his chin happily, looked at Charles through the lens, and felt that the professor's eyes were blue and innocent, as beautiful as forget-me-nots in a clear stream, and then, the unhappiness in his heart disappeared emotionally: " I want to hear, let's talk!"

"Are you ready for bed (are you ready for bed)?" Charles asked him with a smile, "Did you brush your teeth before going to bed? Did you hug your little robot?"

Carlos hastily pulled Xiaodai No. 2 over. The poor robot still struggled a bit, but he held it tightly in his arms. He nodded happily: "It's all ready."

"Okay, let's start tonight's bedtime story. In today's story, Eric asked a lot of questions." [Note 2] Professor Charles' gentle voice is like gurgling water, which makes people feel peaceful and calm.

"Eric?" Carlos widened his green eyes under the glasses: "That villain Magneto?"

"No, this is the kid's Eric." Professor Charles replied.

"Then listen to it." Carlos heard this style of bedtime story for the first time, and he almost thought that Charles would continue to tell him about Snow White or something.

"Eric was gloomy and dark, throwing and throwing and wrecking and wrecking and yelling and rampage and breaking things and breaking things and smashing everything in sight."

"Why?" Carlos asked.

"Yes, his good friend asked him too, what's the matter with you? Eric said, I'm a gloomy little Eric atall (no one loves me at all)."

"Really?" Carlos got up from the bed with interest, put his hands on the professor's knees, raised his head, and asked curiously and concernedly: "Is there really no one who loves him?"

Professor Charles smiled and said: "No. His good friend told little Eric, I love you, whether you are irritable or not... i'rwhat. (I will always love you, regardless of other.)"

"and then?"

"Little Eric asked, What if I was a grizzly bear? Would you love me? Care about me? His best friend told him, of course. Whether you were a grizzly or not...Little Eric asked again, What if I was a worm? Would you still love me and hug me? His good friend told him again, of course. Whether you are a worm or not...then... what if I was a shark ?His good friend told him that even if you were a shark, I would hug you tightly and put you to sleep every night."

Carlos laughed all of a sudden: "I'm not a shark."

Charles bowed his head and kissed his forehead: "Yes, you are Carlos Jr., not Eric Jr. Eric is much more bad-tempered than you."

"What next?" Carlos simply asked, leaning on the professor's lap affectionately.

"And then, little Eric kept asking. He asked many, many questions... Does love ever run out? Does love break? Does love break and bend? Love breaks and can be repaired Does it? Does death and departure take away love? Can love last forever?"

"Why does he ask so many questions?" Carlos couldn't help complaining childishly, and then asked curiously: "What's the answer? How did his good friend answer him?"

"Then, his good friend took him to see the sky at night..."

While speaking softly, Charles reached out and turned off the lights in the room.

The star map painted with luminous paint on the ceiling suddenly lit up.

He helped Carlos lie down again, covered the small quilt, pointed to the bright star map composed of stars one after another, and said slowly: "His good friend told little Eric, look, those nights How shining are the stars! lovverdie.

"Okay, dear, the story is over, you should go to bed."

He gently kissed Carlos on the forehead and said.

However, after Carlos closed his eyes, he pushed the wheelchair and planned to go out.

But suddenly I heard Carlos calling his name: "Charles?"

"what?"

Carlos muttered to himself for a while, then stammered and asked in a low voice: "That good friend, are you talking about yourself? You...you want to be the child in Eric's belly... ...Dad?"

Professor Charles was silent for a while, then turned the wheelchair around, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his blue eyes.

He replied with a gentle expression: "Carlos, I am willing to be the father of every mutant child, love them, guide them to the right path, and help them become better people... do my best."

Carlos blinked, not understanding.

He asked cautiously and confusedly: "Uh... so, you have a father-son relationship with Magneto?"

Charles confirmed again with a blank face, never be too tactful and cryptic when talking to children, otherwise the result...

It's bad!

"You should shut up and go to sleep, Carlos!"