The most absurd part of Mystique's career as a world-class infiltrator and master of deception wasn't the time she impersonated a U.S. general to reroute an entire army battalion.
It wasn't even the time she infiltrated the Pentagon disguised as a janitor and erased every mutant's name from their files.
No. The most absurd thing she had ever done was literally simp her way into a high-security government facility and kidnap a U.S. senator in a trash bag—and no one even noticed.
And the best part? She had done it with nothing but her Crystal Frost disguise, some shameless flirting, and a strategically placed trash bag. That's right Mystique went back a second time and was able to kidnap senator Kelly, and an army of simps helped her the whole way.
Sitting at the mansion now, keeping her expression neutral, Mystique reflected on the fact that she had literally walked into a top-security mutant containment facility, batted her eyelashes a few times, and walked out with a grown man in a garbage bag and security had held the door open for her.
I cannot believe that worked, she thought.
But she couldn't say a damn word about it. Not here.
Because to the X-Men, she was still Crystal Frost, the reserved and charming ice-powered mutant who had nothing to do with Magneto's plans. They had no idea she had delivered Kelly to Magneto herself, and she intended to keep it that way.
So, as Rogue plopped down next to her on the couch in the common area, completely unaware of Mystique's crimes, she forced herself to look normal.
"You alright?" Rogue asked, tilting her head.
Mystique blinked, forcing a small smirk. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
Rogue narrowed her eyes. "I dunno. Just feels like you've been actin' funny ever since ya got back."
Mystique took a slow sip of tea, resisting the urge to panic. "Oh? How so?"
Rogue squinted. "Yer distracted. Like somethin's on yer mind. And ya ain't teasin' me like usual."
Mystique let out a forced chuckle, casually shifting her posture. "You must be imagining things, darling. I'm the same as ever."
Except for the part where she smuggled a sitting U.S. senator out of a black site in a trash bag while government agents were too busy simping over her to notice.
But that was irrelevant.
Mystique cleared her throat and diverted the conversation. "So, tell me, Rogue. Have you been thinking about what Wanda said the other day?"
Rogue blinked. "What, about us bein' a couple? She was just teasin'!"
Mystique hummed, glancing sideways at her. "You seem awfully defensive."
Rogue turned bright red.
Mystique smirked. At least some things in her life still made sense.
Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, Wanda was once again disrupting the natural order of things—specifically, by flustering Jean Grey and Storm beyond repair.
Sitting in the training room, Wanda leaned back lazily against the sparring mat, her red eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Jean attempt to regain control of her spiraling emotions.
Jean, arms crossed, glared at her. "You love making people uncomfortable, don't you?"
Wanda smirked. "Oh, darling. I don't make people uncomfortable. I simply help them embrace the truth."
Jean's jaw clenched. "And what truth would that be?"
Wanda's smirk deepened as she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a smooth purr.
"That you like the attention."
Jean's entire face turned red.
From the corner, Storm let out a soft, amused chuckle, arms crossed as she observed the entire interaction like a queen watching her court collapse.
"I have to admit," Storm said, tilting her head slightly, "for someone who claims to be an outsider, Wanda, you certainly know how to get inside people's heads."
Wanda shifted her gaze to Storm now, the same knowing smirk lingering on her lips. "Oh, Ororo. You say that like it's a challenge."
Storm, to her credit, did not blush like Jean did. Instead, she smirked right back.
Jean, still recovering, looked between them. "You two are… impossible."
"Oh, darling." Wanda grinned. "You have no idea."
The mood in the mansion shifted when Xavier called for an emergency meeting.
In the war room, the X-Men, Wanda's team, and Xavier himself gathered around a holographic display, analyzing intelligence reports.
Xavier, his voice grim, spoke first. "Senator Kelly has been taken."
Jean frowned. "By who?"
"Magneto," Xavier confirmed. "He intends to use him for… an experiment."
Mystique, completely blank-faced, sat in silence. Yep. Sure. Let's go with that.
Storm's brows furrowed. "What kind of experiment?"
Xavier's expression darkened. "A machine. One that forces mutation upon humans."
Silence.
Then—
"I fail to see the problem," Wanda said smoothly, inspecting her nails.
Jean turned to her in horror. "You're saying you approve of this?"
Wanda met Jean's gaze without hesitation. "Tell me, Jean. Would you rather force humans to evolve—or wait for them to wipe us out first?"
Jean did not have an immediate answer.
Storm, meanwhile, was watching Wanda closely, deep in thought.
Xavier sighed. "We must prepare for the possibility that Magneto intends to use his machine on a much larger scale."
Jean took a breath and nodded. "Then we have to stop him."
"We?" Wanda repeated, smirking slightly.
Jean hesitated for half a second—then nodded firmly. "We."
Wanda grinned.
That night, Mystique stood outside Rogue's door, her thoughts a complete mess.
She had gotten too close.
The mission had always been clear—Rogue was a target, nothing more. She was useful to Magneto. That was all.
But now?
Now, she wasn't sure.
She wanted to protect her. She wanted to stay.
And that meant she had to leave.
With one final glance, she turned away.
Tomorrow, she would steal Rogue away from Xavier's School.
Tomorrow, she would betray the one person she had ever cared about.
And tomorrow, she would lose her last chance to turn back.
Mystique disappeared into the night, sealing her fate. But little did Mystique know that when a door closes, a window will open even for someone like her it's never to late.
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