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🔥MOIRA MACTAGGERT‌ !!

to say that moira was annoyed was an understatement. not only was she now residing on a foreign island with no familiar faces but she’d been transported to said island on the day of her MASSIVE promotion. being a woman in the CIA was NOT easy ——— this promotion was PROOF that she was MORE than capable to work alongside her male coworkers .

walking down the crowded streets , her mind clearly elsewhere. where was she? where was levive? how did she get here? why was she here? how was she going to get back home? it was only when she collided with another person that she was catapulted back to REALITY.

�� WOAH ——— ! i’m sorry ! I didn’t see ye thaur ! ”

jean was distracted, both by her own thoughts and the thoughts of everyone around her, sneaking through the cracks of her telepathy every now and then, every moment she let her guard down. it had been some time since she struggled like this, and she was re-focusing on getting a handle of herself when she and another nearly knocked each other over. she was stumbling over an apology when she looked up and saw a flash of red hair, caught a familiar accent of a long-lost friend in the wind.

“MOIRA?” jean stared at the woman in shock, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. moira was young. way too young. selene had enchanted erik and charles, and that alone was complicated – but moira? selene wouldn’t have had any reason to enchant moira mactaggert, and besides – jean knew intimately that moira had aged since then. she looked as young as she had when they’d faced down apocalypse. 

the only explanation was the reality stone. did she even know? did she have any idea? “moira, do you recognize me?” she asked, trying not to get her hopes up. she’d practically been a child when she knew moira at that age. “do you know it’s 2019?”

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jean had been on genosha a hundred times before. the relationship between erik lehnsherr and the x-men was a strained one, but time had changed them all, and the world around them... didn’t. so mutants had to make do. but being on genosha now, surrounded by so many newcomers, was like seeing it for the first time – she really began to understand why it was the way it was. it was beautiful in a chaotic way, much like herself – lurking dangers hidden behind lush flora and spectacular buildings. if it weren’t for the significantly less appealing statue of magneto himself, (with varying noses, courtesy of her stubborn creativity) she might never have known that this place originated as a home base for the brotherhood. she wondered if erik knew that it was becoming so much more.

jean found lorna nearby the statue in question – green hair catching the sunshine and reflecting color and light onto her cheeks. her head was tilted downward, gazing at her daughter, dawn – and the sight of the two of them, without having to feel afraid just then, softened jean’s look, and her lips curved into a soft smile. and she loved dawn like her own. “lorna,” she greeted warmly, wrapping her arm around the other in a half-hug. “i’m relieved to see you.” she was relieved to see almost anyone, after what nightmare put them all through. her own nightmare lingered like any other dream, a constant sick feeling in her stomach and an itch in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite shake. “i’m relieved to see you, too,” she cooed, touching dawn’s little hand and smiling down at her. dawn wrapped her fingers around jean’s, and she could’ve cried. for just a moment, the sick feeling dissipated.

jean glanced back up at her friend. she believed that lorna was one of the bravest of them. one of the strongest, habitually shot down and always standing back up, stronger and, though most wouldn’t believe it, kinder. to endure so much and not turn into a monster was a difficult thing, and every time lorna didn’t, jean could only explain it as enduring kindness. care. love. “you look tired,” she said, not unkindly, and put her other hand on lorna’s shoulder. “how are you feeling?”

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The dull ache in Clint’s head bothered him to no end, even after that nightmare fiasco he can’t be bothered to think about if he didn’t want his headache worsening. He’d still see flashes of it when he closed his eyes, which was why he was living on caffeine his first morning in Genosha.

It was a dark rainy night, he was stuck between Tony and Steve, on one knee bleeding from the side. ‘Give up Barton! This isn’t who you are!’

Even without knowing each other personally, Steve would still try to see the good in him. That was the man he looked up to going into SHIELD. Then he hears Tony speak.

‘We don’t want to hurt you but you never gave us a choice. You’ve killed too many.’

Killed. He killed for a living, he killed for sport. It was the life he didn’t want to live, the path he never wanted to take. Apparently there’s a part of him that would, still. But that part was gone, that part had been blasted by Tony when he tried to run. He died and woke up to the reality of things but it shakes Clint to his core. He tries not to show it. Seeing Tony and Steve upon reuniting in the city and he had turned away, not ready to speak to anyone from the team. Not even Nat.

Because of this he was particularly jumpy, and in that morning, with no sleep, running on three cups of coffee in a span of two hours, he was sitting down, looking out at the hustle and bustle of the town when he jumps up from feeling like someone had been behind him. “Jesus you can show your face the next time and not sneak up on a deaf man.”

the dream dimension had done a number on everyone. nobody left unscathed, unhurt, untraumatized. some were just better at hiding it than others. jean was one of those people. her nightmare had been memories, fears for the future – the phoenix taking grasp of her being once again, changing her from jean grey into... someone else. something else. she thought she’d silenced the phoenix long ago, and made peace with the horrific things the cosmic being committed in her body. but the nightmare proved her wrong.

but jean grey would not let nightmares of old, tragic memories change the fact that she had a role to play in what was happening now. the phoenix hadn’t spoken to her in years, and there were people who needed whatever help they could get, and is that not what she always wanted marvel girl to be? a hero? she moved through the crowds that had gathered in genosha – trapped, more like, but at least now they were seemingly safe. many had been hurt in the trials it took getting here, and most were still shaken by the nightmares that preceded it. many were angry. many wanted to give up. her only regret about trying to comfort those who needed it was that she didn’t have an answer to what do we do now? 

hawkeye stood out. clint barton had always been the talkative type, from what she knew about him, and the fact that now he was so quiet, standing on his own and avoiding even his closest friends – it reminded her of the way she felt for years after it happened. jean approached him gently, not wanting to talk loudly and scare him out of his thoughts – but apparently that had been the wrong move.

“sorry,” jean said quickly, smiling awkwardly through her apology,  “i didn’t mean to seem like i was sneaking up on you. i... actually had no idea you were deaf. i haven’t used sign language in years so i’m rusty, but i could try if you want?” she offered, holding her hands out in front of her. she began to sign slowly and in awkward movements as she spoke, hoping that he could read lips better than she could sign.

“my name is jean grey. i noticed you keeping to yourself and wanted to make sure you were alright.”