Chapter 18: Professor X: Someone Really Traveled from the Future!

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**In the Real World:**

"Half a month?"

"Rhodey, why are you bothering me with something that far off?"

Tony Stark's casual demeanor showed he wasn't taking the matter seriously at all.

"Tony, come on, this is really important," Rhodey's voice over the phone was filled with frustration. Usually, such matters were of utmost importance to anyone. But Tony was different. He was the most capricious billionaire, never one to follow rules or conventions, which worried Rhodey.

"You know, importance is relative, right? To me, this doesn't even make the top three—or even top five—of important things," Tony replied nonchalantly.

"Tony..."

"I get it, Rhodey. The fact that you called shows how much you care. I'll handle it."

"That's a very reassuring answer," Rhodey said sarcastically.

After hanging up, Tony completely forgot about the call, immersing himself in designing and developing his Iron Man suit.

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**In the X-Men Universe:**

Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy sat across from each other in the mansion's hall, their expressions solemn.

"Charles, I've checked thoroughly. No one has infiltrated the mansion," Hank began.

"Perhaps they didn't need to. Maybe they have the ability to operate from a distance. If that's the case, we won't find them unless..."

Hank adjusted his glasses as he spoke, suggesting that the mysterious screen appearing over the past few days had prompted an investigation. Based on their experience, most mutants needed to be close to use their powers, leading them to believe the culprit was in the mansion.

However, after Hank's thorough search, he found no trace of anyone suspicious.

"They aren't here. If that's the case, we won't find them without the Cerebro," Hank suggested.

"No, I won't use it. Don't even think about it. I'll never put that thing on again," Charles shook his head firmly.

"Charles, you've seen the future and still fight for our kind. I don't know how you recovered, but why not start now?" Hank pleaded.

"We've discussed this countless times, Hank. I'm not going to debate it again. Besides, we can't even confirm that was the future," Charles remained unmoved.

Knock, knock, knock!

Hank and Charles were surprised by the sudden knock on the door. The mansion had been desolate since the school closed. Who could be visiting now?

"I'll check it out," Hank said, getting up to answer the door.

When he opened it, he was greeted by a rugged, wild face.

Hank was stunned, "Wolverine? Are you Wolverine?"

This was the same man who appeared in the videos, traveling from the future to 1973 to find Charles and Erik to change the future.

"Do you know me?" Wolverine asked, taking off his sunglasses to scrutinize Hank.

"Who are you?" he continued.

"Hank, Hank McCoy," Hank introduced himself.

"Beast? You're Beast!?" Wolverine was amused and surprised. He couldn't believe that this young, clean-cut man was the same Beast he knew—a blue, furry mutant.

Hank and Wolverine had never met, so Wolverine shouldn't have known Hank's identity unless he truly was from the future.

"Who are you looking for?" Hank asked cautiously, despite his suspicions.

"I'm here to see the Professor," Wolverine answered truthfully.

"And then?"

"I have something very important to discuss. You can hear it when I meet him," Wolverine insisted.

In the past, Hank wouldn't have let Wolverine in, but the current situation was different. Both he and Charles were eager to understand the mysterious screen.

Charles, seeing Hank's questioning look, nodded, "Let him in."

Wolverine was let in, much more smoothly than in the original timeline.

"Professor!" Wolverine exclaimed with joy upon seeing Charles, then was taken aback, "You can walk?"

"Sharp as ever," Charles remarked, raising his hands to emphasize, "And don't call me that."

"Alright, Charles," Wolverine didn't mind the correction but was curious, "What happened? Why is the school closed?"

Hank: "..."

This guy has no tact at all.

"Let's skip the small talk. Get straight to the point. Why are you here?" Charles cut in coldly, not in the mood for chit-chat.

Wolverine's demeanor turned serious as he composed himself to speak, "Listen, I'm from the future, fifty years from now."

Charles and Hank exchanged glances, finding Wolverine's statement matching the information from the mysterious screen.

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