Red Horizon : A Scott Summers Fic (Marvel AU) : Chapter 1

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Anywho, without further ado - read on.

Prologue - 

Scott Summers had always been someone with a lot of fate/destiny bullshit all around him.

In most continuities, he is crippled, either because of his head injury, the brainwashing that Essex instilled in his mind at a very young age, or because of his many, many issues with himself, that lead to Scott Summers being dealt a very poor hand.

Not in this universe.

In this cluster of the multiverse, Scott Summers received no head injury, was an orphan but was adopted by awesome parents and had more than enough control over his powers, having trained them ever since he was 13.

By the time Charles Xavier and Magneto heard about him, Scott Summers had already grown into his own, capable of more than what Charles, Magneto, or even Essex could have thought of.

This is the story of a Scott Summers who was unburdened by any pesky fate/mind control/destiny or mental issues. 

This Scott Summers was the very definition of Red Horizon, someone capable of painting the entire sky red.

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Marvel-6969

Texas[July 3, 2004]

–Scott Summers–

His eyes snapped open as he felt a mental disturbance. His eyes narrowing, he rebuffed whatever it was, with practiced ease, even though it was his first time experiencing something this strong.

All the other times he sensed this type of activity on his brain, it was very weak and would slide off his mental world without even trying. This one, though, this one seemed to be focused, as if a wave of something had hit his brain, trying to find any weaknesses, through which it could slip into his mind.

He smirked at that. Too bad that he had become an expert at getting rid of all mental influences ever since he met Jean. The first clue was the overwhelming urge to be with Jean, when he met her, which was most definitely wrong, according to what he had read online and through his mother’s psychology books.

Sure, he was 17 now, and puberty did hit him like a ton of bricks but even love at first sight shouldn’t have been that intense, and hence, his search for his own mental self. That was when he discovered that thing. He felt so dirty all over when he found out that a parasite had been installed in his mind, since forever. It took him over six months of concentrated mental effort to finally remove that thing.

Even then, he was unable to figure out what that thing was or what more did it to his brain but the second he removed that parasite, he was able to see and converse with Jean without raging emotions on the inside.

Since then, he had actually become quite used to mental probes since Jean was a mutant, just like himself, just capable of reading minds within a set radius. Not that she had ever confided in him but he could actually feel the umbrella of mind reading probes that hovered around her, whenever he came too close.

That probe however was not focused, this one was. And that made him all the more wary. He was sure that someone was coming for him and as worse as it made him feel, he was glad that his adoptive parents had turned out to be nonhuman and left for their home planet, for their once in a decade trip.

He didn't know who they were or why they took him in but he would forever be grateful for that and thus, had been very helpful in everything, from emancipation to inheritance. He had more than enough money to live his entire life comfortably, along with being recognised as an adult in the eyes of the law, just at the age of 17.

So, he was more than curious about who exactly was coming. 

Would they be the lawful king? Citing some obscure hidden law about mutants to him?

Would they be the forceful kind? Kidnap him to either conscript him into their service or try to dissect him?

His eyes flashed red as the thought finally registered in his mind. 

Let them come.

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The Blackbird

“Ahh,” Charles Xavire, self proclaimed strongest telepath on the planet groaned in mild discomfort as his mental probe was rebuffed, violently, without even any effort.

“Chuck, all good?” Logan, Wolverine, an Amnesiac Beer guzzler, asked Charles, out of concern as they were all strapped in, heading to the location of the newest mutant that they had received information on.

Charles took in a breath, before opening his eyes, “I believe so, yes, Logan. We should be good. It would seem that our newest mutant might be stronger than we thought he would be. He was able to repel my probe with just as much ease as Jean said he would.”

“Is that a bad thing? Should we be worried? Storm is on call at the school, we can call her for backup if needed?” Beast, Henry McCoy asked Charles who waved off his concerns.

“No, Hank, there is no need for that. This is Jean’s friend, in her own words and while mind reading might be out of the question for her, Jean’s lesser known powers also include empathy and she was certain that Scott was her good friend, approaching her without any ill intentions.”

“I see.” Hank McCoy relaxed in his seat as they finally approached the family house of one Scott Summers, the adopted child of Lena Ray and Bill Ray.

Logan whistled as the clouds parted, revealing the home, well, calling home would be a disservice to it’s, everything, since it was a mansion with a hundred-acre property all around it, “Damn, Chuck. This one seems loaded, even more so than you.”

Charles chuckled, “Logan, I have a school to run, Mr.Summers has his whole life ahead of him but he is a teenager, of course the wealthy disparity will show.”

The Jet landed on a patch of clearing right behind the Mansion’s Tennis court, which had a forest built up all around it.

Alighting from the Blackbird, Logan looked around and whistled, “Hey, Chuck, you always complain about space for recreation. Why don’t we move the entire school somewhere where land is cheap, like Texas?”

“Texas?” Hank asked incredulously, “Logan, we are merely tolerated by the liberals. We won’t be alive in a conservative state.”

“Hey! I am just saying, if the Christian Rule Book is to be followed, color, creed, gender, religion, and even powers should not matter, right?” Logan countered.

“Alright, alright. Let’s not have this conversation here. We have a prospective student to meet.” Charles said as he advanced forward, in his very advanced wheelchair that seemed to glide over the rocky surface.

They cleared multiple clearings, following a rough rocky path, and finally came across the small gate that would lead them inside the tennis court, which would then take them inside the mansion space.

Logan stopped, his entire frame tensing as he sniffed the air. The rest stopped with him, knowing that out of all of them, Logan’s senses were superior to all of them.

“You are trespassing on private property. I repeat, you are trespassing on private property. I am well within my rights to defend my land. I repeat, you are trespassing–”

Logan’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the gate which opened, revealing the form of a teenage Scott Summers who held his phone up to his mouth, speaking the phrase that the speakers blared all around them.

Scott grinned at them, which made Logan growl,  “I always wanted to do that. It’s nice to meet you, Dr.Xaviers. Please, come in.” 

The teenager stepped to the side and gestured for them to enter. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr.Summers. I apologise for the unannounced visit.”

“Eh, it’s fine. The house is empty most of the time anyway. Let’s go,” Once all of them were inside the gate, Scott closed it and pushed a button, which caused a door to open on the side, revealing a medium sized golf cart, with seating for 6 people.

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–Scott Summers–

“Just a second professor, I’ll get one of the rows removed so that we can put your wheelchair inside,” Scott said as he moved to take out one of the seats, only for Charles to stop him.

“Please, no need for that, Mr.Summers. Old as it might look, this wheelchair is capable of all terrain movement. Do not bother yourself just for my sake.”

“Are you sure?” He asked Charles Xavier, THE Charles Xavier, a genius who redefined the understanding of the human brain and everything that came with it, not on the biological side but on the psychological side.

Ofcousre, it made more sense once he realised that he was the most widely recognised telepath on the planet, only coming across that information when he browsed the Dark Web out of boredom, something that he could do since he was an adult.

Soon, they were all in the buggy and he was driving on the smooth path, heading to the outhouse, where he had already instructed the staff to set up snacks and seating for 5 people, just in case.

See, he knew he was a mutant and living in Texas, he knew what could happen to him should he get outed. As a result of that, he had moved to New York for highschool, after researching everything he could get his hands on, when it came to mutants.

He still didn't know why his parents had adopted him. They knew he was a mutant, despite him not telling them anything, because of the letter he had received in their will, which led him to the basement of this mansion, which included things that helped him out tremendously, one of which was a broad overview of the mutant community on the planet. 

It had been almost a year since they left the Earth, faking their deaths but sometimes, he still got the urge to use the communication channel they left behind to ask them, was their love for him real? Or was it just because he was a powerful mutant?

“So, what can I do for you, Dr.Xaviers, and please call me, Scott. You are like..ancient compared to me.” He made sure to present an amicable front. After all, it wouldn't do to alienate one of the only people who made an area safe for mutant kind, however flawed h9is personal ideology might be.

Who restrained their people from killing or even severely hurting people who were hell bent on killing mutants?

“I see that you are remarkably well informed about me, Scott. Are you aware that–”

Charles’ words were stuck in his mouth as two red portals appeared in front of Scott, facing each other, and then fired red lasers into each other, creating a shocking spectacle for all of them, as well as raising the overall temperature of the room in an instant.

The portals soon closed with a snap, “That I am a mutant? Yes, I am aware. I also know Jean Grey is one. I also know you run a school to safeguard young Mutants in New York and I commend you for that.”

Charles smiled at that, “Then you must realise that you are not safe here. While it looks like you have your powers well under control, we can help you hone them even further. My school aims to provide a safe space for–”

“With all due respect, Dr.Xavier, I am an adult in the eyes of the law and hence, don’t need to attend school, for education or to earn money,” Scott gestured at the opulence all around him, the sheer wealth that his alien parents had left to him more than enough for generations to live comfortably.

“--As for the safe space part, I suspect that my presence will end up safeguarding your school instead, if the sheer number of attacks and the number of times you have to rebuild your school is any indication.”

Scott leaned forward, “That’s not fair. The brotherhood–”

“Ah, the Brotherhood of Mutants. Speaking of which, I have heard they are not far behind whenever you visit someone. Should I be expecting some–”

Mid sentence, he heard an impact somewhere behind them, then a small blast that sent tremors through the outhouse, vibrating the teacups.

“Well, would you look at that, the other party is here and with the way they have entered, I am not happy,” He smiled eerily, as his eyes glowed red.

“Eric…” Charles sighed as all of them stood up and followed him.

“Scott, let us handle–”

“No. Nono, Dr.Xavier, you are my guest. How could I trouble you for something like this.”

“Kid, you might have powers but they have–”

Logan’s words were stuck in his mouth as he watched Scott walk into a wall, the wall flickering red before the wall ceased to exist, creating a Scott shaped hole into it, revealing a swimming pool behind him.

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‘Logan, he is not normal. Still, as strong as he might believe himself to be, Eric is stronger. We have to stop him before he gets hurt’ Chuck’s voice echoed in his head as he rolled his eyes.

The kid might not be as strong as old Magneto but he had an interesting powerset. Well, for one, if the kid ended up embarrassing the Brotherhood, he might offer the kid a beer.

After all, he was an adult in the eyes of the law. Nothing Chuck could do about that.

Word Count - 2302

A/N - Idea courtesy of [THEREAL_UB94]

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