"Found him? Good. I'll be there right away."
Senator Kelly got into his car, glancing back at the towering building behind him—the White House, a symbol of the highest authority in the world.
But in his eyes—
There was only cold indifference.
The car wound through the city before finally arriving at the senator's private office.
As soon as he stepped inside, staff members greeted him respectfully.
A U.S. senator stood at the pinnacle of national power. Even the President treated them with a degree of courtesy.
"You can all leave. I need some time alone."
After dismissing his secretary and staff, the door closed behind them.
Kelly walked over, locked it, and then casually spoke toward the corner of the room.
"You can come out now."
He sat down at his desk.
A moment later—
The bookshelf in the corner shifted slightly, then swung open like a hidden door.
From within stepped a woman.
Tall.
Alluring.
With flowing purple hair and a dangerously seductive presence.
…
"When are you going to fix your taste in clothing?" Kelly said, his gaze flicking over her.
She wore what looked like a standard suit—
Yet somehow, on her, it became something far more provocative. The neckline was dangerously open, her figure impossible to ignore.
The woman simply smiled.
"I'm not like you—I don't get to wear whatever I want," she said lazily. "Clothes get in the way during a fight. This is more practical."
Her outfit was tight, minimal—designed for movement.
Anything more complicated would only slow her down.
"But you still haven't told me," she continued, tilting her head slightly, "why you're looking for a seventeen-year-old boy."
"Was this Magneto's order?"
"I checked. He's not one of us."
…
If anyone overheard this conversation, it would shake them to their core.
Because Senator Kelly—
Was famous for being anti-mutant.
A leading advocate for the Mutant Registration Act.
A man who wanted mutants controlled, monitored—restricted.
And yet—
Here he was, connected to Magneto.
Possibly even taking orders from him.
"Psylocke," Kelly said calmly, his tone indifferent, "there are things you don't need to ask about."
"You're a mercenary. A bounty hunter. Just do your job."
But behind that calm façade—
His eyes flickered with shock and confusion.
Because in his hand…
Was a file.
The report Psylocke had submitted.
…
Based on the face he had seen that night, Psylocke—gifted in tracking people—had located the target with ease.
But the result…
Was absurdly ordinary.
Too ordinary.
So ordinary that it felt wrong.
Because the man sitting here—
Wasn't Senator Kelly.
The real Kelly had died long ago, killed during Magneto's genetic experimentation.
The one sitting here now—
Was Mystique—Raven Darkhölme.
And the most unforgettable moment of that night…
Was Peter.
His sudden appearance.
His mocking attitude.
And that final, overwhelming telekinetic explosion—
No one who witnessed it could forget.
That was why, the moment she secured her safety, Raven began searching for him.
And now—
She had found him.
But this file?
It didn't match what she had seen at all.
"Oh, right," Psylocke added casually, "based on my intel, he's on his way to Washington, D.C. right now."
"He might've already arrived."
"If you're still unsure…"
"Why not go see for yourself?"
Raven fell silent, deep in thought.
Unlike others, she had never been truly subordinate to Magneto.
She wasn't his follower.
She was his ally.
She worked with him because she believed in the outcome he sought.
But now?
Magneto was out of the picture—at least for a while.
And even if he returned, his methods…
Wouldn't bring results anytime soon.
So why not—
Invest elsewhere?
After all…
Compared to an old extremist—
A young, powerful, handsome man was far more appealing.
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Meanwhile—
Completely unaware that he had already caught someone's interest—
Peter was sitting on the school bus, wrapped up in a world of his own with Gwen.
The other students on the bus had finally realized something.
Their school beauty—
Gwen Stacy—
Had been taken.
And just like that, the bus filled with jealous, envious, and resentful stares.
Because Gwen—
Was perfect.
Beautiful. Smart. Top of her class.
Already accepted by elite universities.
And more importantly—
Her father was the Deputy Chief of the NYPD, with a bright political future ahead.
She was practically untouchable.
And yet—
Peter had won her over.
"Come here—give me a kiss."
Without hesitation, Peter wrapped an arm around Gwen and planted a kiss on her cheek in front of everyone.
At that moment—
Countless hearts shattered.
Some even silently swore to eliminate him out of sheer resentment.
Gwen, however, only felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
She didn't mind his childish display.
If anything—
There was a hint of sweetness in it.
"What are you planning to do after this?" she asked softly.
They were both in their final semester of high school.
They had already passed the SATs and received offers from top universities like Stanford and MIT.
Their futures—
Were wide open.
And for once—
The question wasn't about school.
It was about life.
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