#I just answered a question about money on my Iron Fist blog too. I love when that happens.

[daresplaining]

Hi! Had a kinda weird question, but is it ever mentioned how Matt paid for his education or any student loans?

Hi! This has been touched on a few times, yes. One good source of information is Daredevil volume 3 #12, in which Matt tells a story from his early days rooming with Foggy at Columbia.

Matt: "[Being the teacher's pet] wasn't enough to float me out of a hell of student-grant bureaucracy. Unlike Foggy, I was eternally one step ahead of the bursar's office." Daredevil vol. 3 #12 by Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, Javier Rodriguez, and Joe Caramagna

This story takes place in law school and doesn't mention Matt's undergrad experience, but we learn that he was receiving financial aid (which seems believable for a high-achieving disabled student from a single-parent, low-income household; the Battlin' Jack Murdock mini-series also mentions that Matt was on a scholarship, implied to be tied to his disabled status), but was still struggling to pay (also unsurprising; Jack was still alive at this point, but it's hard to say how much money he was making). By the end of the story, Matt reveals that Foggy's well-to-do family stepped in at a certain point and helped keep him afloat until graduation (also unsurprising; Foggy's parents also financed the first Nelson & Murdock office).

Another thing to keep in mind about Matt's college experience is that the continuity changed in the early 80s. He wasn't always a Columbia grad; originally, he and Foggy attended the vaguely-named State College in upstate New York, and one of the reasons Matt picked that school was because it was affordable.

Daredevil vol. 1 #-1 by Joe Kelly, Gene Colan, Christie Scheele, Matt Ryan, and Richard Starkings

At this point, the only concrete thing we know about Matt's financial situation is that the money was coming from his father. The main reason Jack kept boxing past his prime, and the main reason he settled for signing on with the corrupt manager who eventually murdered him, was to afford Matt's college education.

Daredevil vol. 1 #1 by Stan Lee, Bill Everett, and Sam Rosen

With the shift to a much more prestigious and expensive alma mater, with the cost of college having skyrocketed since 1964, and with the sliding timescale to take into account, it has definitely become harder to believe that Jack's boxing earnings would have been enough to pay for more than a semester-or-two. It wouldn't surprise me at all if some future retelling of Matt's origin at least put him in a work study program of some kind to make some extra cash.

As far as loans are concerned, I think a lot of people tend to forget that Nelson & Murdock were/are a very well-known and successful law firm. They've had their low points, sure, but there are plenty of key periods in their careers when they were making a ton of money. The Bendis/Maleev run (in which Matt is a high-profile public figure and goes to court wearing $2,000 suits) is an easy example, but we can look much earlier than that too. Matt is referred to as "one of the finest trial lawyers in the nation" as early as Daredevil volume 1 #20, and check out his swanky, tricked-out Sutton Place brownstone:

Daredevil vol. 1 #167 by David Michelinie, Frank Miller, Klaus Janson, Glynis Wein, and Joe Rosen

Given this, I tend to think that Matt hasn't had too much trouble paying off his loans.

Thanks for the great question!

[livesincerely]

Hey there! I just found you blog yesterday and binge read all your stuff, it is AMAZING!!! I really really really like it! I can't wait to read the tie fic, its going to be awesome! They way you write Jack *chef's kiss* perfection! Do you think you could write some more canon era or possessive Jack stuff? (I mean hey if you want to combine both I would never stop you lol) Its totally fine if not. Have an awesome day!

Wow, thank you so much!! I’m glad you’re enjoying my fics, and hey, I ALWAYS welcome another convert to the possessive Jack team 😉

I wrote you something that’s canon era and has tons of possessive Jack! I hope you enjoy it!! ����

(Rated E, by the way)

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Davey’s just finalizing the meeting plans when Jack sidles up next to him and wraps an arm around his waist.

“Jack!” he says, turning towards him. “This is Fisher, he’s with the Newsies over in East Queens. We’re working on plans to shore up their emergency funds; can I borrow Racer and Specs tomorrow? I think we can hash out a few... Jack?”

Davey trails off uncertainly. Jack and Fisher are looking at each other—staring each other down, really. Jack’s jaw is clenched and Fisher’s expression has turned assessing, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“You’re making plans to meet with Queens?” Jack’s question is directed at Davey but he doesn’t look at him, still pinning Fisher with a steely stare. “Gonna spend some quality time workin’ with Fishy here?”

“Yes?” Davey answers cautiously, not sure what to make of the thinly-veiled hostility in Jack’s voice. “Queens is having a couple of issues that he thought I could help out with. The next union meeting isn’t until later this month, but I figured we could just go ahead and start working on a—“

“Oh, I’m sure you’re just tryin’ to be helpful, sweetheart,” Jack says, his fingers curling around Davey’s hip. “But Fisher here is definitely hopin’ for something more than an analysis of his finances. There ain’t nothin’ friendly ‘bout the way he’s been staring at your ass whenever your back is turned.”

Davey blinks, completely caught off guard. He waits for Fisher to laugh off the accusation, but instead he simply shrugs.

“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.”

Jack’s face splits into something that could be a smile, but looks more like a wolf baring its teeth.

“‘Course not,” Jack says, in a tone of voice that says he absolutely plans to blame Fisher for trying, “but I’m sure you understand why I had’ta set ya straight?”

“Of course,” Fisher says. He nods to Jack, then looks back to Davey, his expression a little sheepish. “We really could use some help with the money stuff though—I wasn’t makin’ that part up.”

Jack considers him, then his expression finally begins to thaw. He turns to Davey and asks, “You made plans to meet tomorrow?”

Davey’s still so stunned by the revelation that Fisher was flirting with him that it takes him a moment to respond. “Yeah, at the Queens complex at 7.”

“Well, feel free to drag Race and Specs along if you think you’ll need ‘em,” Jack says. “Racer’ll bitch about missing poker night but he’ll live.”

Davey clears his throat. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Good. Then if you’re all finished”—Jack starts gently tugging Davey away—“we should start headin’ back. It’s getting late.”

Jack gives Fisher a perfunctory nod. “Fisher.”

“Kelly,” Fisher says, chagrined.

Davey bites back his first instinct, which is to tell Fisher that it was nice to meet him, because he’s not sure if it’s true and because he doubts Jack will appreciate the sentiment. He settles for a small wave goodbye, then lets Jack lead him out, a hand splayed against the small of his back.

They make it about four blocks. Then Jack hooks his fingers around one of Davey’s suspenders and drags him into an empty, darkened alleyway.

Jack utterly blindsides him, slanting their mouths together in a bruising, frantic, domineering inferno of a kiss. He shoves Davey up against the alley wall, cups a hand around the back of his head and bites at his lower lip, and Davey’s barely aware of grabbing at Jack’s shoulders and returning the kiss until he already is, a moan building in the back of his throat.

“I take my eyes off you for one second,” Jack eventually says, coaxing Davey to wrap a leg around his thigh, then pressing a hand to Davey’s tailbone so he can grind their hips together. “For one fucking second and the next thing I know some fucker from Queens is trying to slither into your good graces.”

“I didn’t realize,” Davey says, rolling his body against Jack’s, his hands fisted in the front of Jack shirt. “I didn’t even notice—“

“Whip smart and goddamn gorgeous,” Jack rasps out. He plunders Davey’s mouth like he’s got something to prove, his grip like iron around Davey’s waist. “Of course they all wanna piece of ya.”

He licks back into Davey mouth, then continues, “But the fucking gall of that bastard, tryin’ to flirt with ya when I’m right there, just a few feet away—“

“Maybe—“ Davey groans after a particularly heady thrust of Jack’s hips. “—Maybe he didn’t know?”

Jack leans back the barest amount. In the dim light Davey can just make out his eyes, simmering with heat and hunger. “Then I guess I gotta make sure they know.”

Jack reaches up and turns Davey’s head to the side, then starts working a bruise just underneath Davey’s jaw, too high to be hidden by any of his shirts.

“Jack,” Davey says, or maybe pleads, as he realizes Jack’s intention. “Jack, it’s—oh, fuck, Jack—it’s fine, you’re mine and I’m yours, you don’t have to stake your claim—“

“Clearly I fucking do,” Jack says, and there’s the pleasure-pain of Jack’s teeth scraping along the tendon in Davey’s neck. He shivers at the sensation. “‘Cause some of these bastards don’t seem to have gotten the memo.”

“Jack” Davey whines, but he’s breathless and panting, his voice threaded with need. “You are... the worst.”

He pushes at Jack’s shoulders in half-hearted protest. Jack growls in response, pressing Davey harder into the brick of the alley and nipping even more viciously at his throat, and Davey’s helpless to do anything but melt into him with a gasping sigh, tilting his head further to give Jack more access.

Jack bites at Davey’s neck one last time, then crushes their mouths together again. They kiss and kiss and kiss, until Davey can’t tell which moans are his and which ones are Jack’s, bodies moving together in delicious friction.

“I want to touch you,” Jack murmurs, fingers dancing against Davey’s belt buckle. “Can I touch you?”

It’s a dangerous idea, but Davey’s too far gone to care. “Yeah.”

Jack has his hand shoved down the front of Davey’s slacks in an instant and Davey can’t help a whimper, thrusting into Jack’s fist.

“Fuck, Jack,” he manages to say. “I’m not gonna—“

“Mine,” Jack whispers, lips brushing against the shell of Davey’s ear. “You’re mine.”

Davey barely manages to choke back a cry, shuddering and trembling as he comes down from his high. He’s faintly aware of Jack’s eyes on him, of Jack rutting desperately against his thigh before following him over the edge.

Jack pulls him in for another kiss, slow and loving. Then finally, they separate. Jack expression is a masterwork in self-satisfaction—all smug vindication and possessive pleasure. Davey rolls his eyes but loops his arms around Jack’s shoulders to keep him close.

“I hate you,” Davey complains, letting his head fall back against the bricks behind him. “I can’t believe we have to walk back to Manhattan like this.”

“Stop flirting with other people and I won’t have to wreck you in any more alleyways,” Jack says.

“I wasn’t flirting—!” Davey starts, hotly. Jack interrupts him with a chuckle.

“I know, Davey,” Jack says. “I’m just kiddin’, I know you wouldn’t do that to me.” His thumb grazes over what must be a massive hickey on Davey’s neck—Davey already dreads having to explain it away. “Do me a favor and make sure Fishy gets a good look at this tomorrow, yeah?”

“Jealous bastard,” Davey says fondly. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Hey, he’s the one gettin ideas in his head! I’m just makin’ sure we’s all on the same page.”

“Uh huh,” Davey says, unimpressed. “Sure. By the way, you’re the one that gets to come up with an explanation when my parents ask me why it looks like I’ve been strangled.”

“Aw, Dave!”

[starsfic]

Treasure Bin- Chapter 1

Summary: MK hears about his great-aunt’s passing, Macaque gets back in contact with some old friends, and MK gets a call from his sister.

Notes: Reposted from my old blog. @purble-turble

-_-

MK woke up to come down to a quiet restaurant.

That wasn’t unusual at the early hour and Tang only on his second bowl, he had been finding out. He had been falling asleep faster at night, which had been allowing him to wake up earlier. It had been agreed that this was due to his increased physical activity as the Monkie Kid. (Pigsy, much to his delight, had been giving him bigger portions of food to help.)

But this was a different silence. He opened his mouth to ask when his eyes landed on the newspaper. Tang grabbed it, but it was too late.

WEALTHY SPINSTER PASSED

He froze, heart not sure whether it wanted to sink or start running like a rabbit. He knew the woman that the article was talking about.

For a moment, MK was back to feeling a wrinkled hand run through his hair, an aged voice cooing You’re our most precious treasure, starshine-

“-MK.”

It was Pigsy’s voice, calm and certain, that drew him back. MK tried a shaky smile. (The chef noticed the shakiness and added it to the mental list of ‘reasons to look up therapists’.) “Sorry.” He nodded to the article. “Great- She- dead?” Tang, thankfully, understood.

“Three days ago.” He thought before offering the article, relief passing over his face when the younger man shook his head. “They kept it secret until she could be buried.” Pigsy snatched it away, crumbling it up and throwing it at the recycling.

“C’mon kid, it doesn’t matter. Kitchen.”

“Yes sir.” MK said, thoughts already moving away from his former family and to helping Pigsy prepare.

Well, his thoughts attempted to move away.

He was stuck puzzling over Great Aunt Tetra all day. He greeted Mei when she poked her head in, did deliveries, and took orders, but it was all on autopilot. Sure, he didn’t like the woman- no. Dislike wasn’t the word to describe it. But he had known her.

Eventually, he had some free time to slip away to Flower Fruit Mountain. As he climbed the peak, he considered every angle until his brain landed on one question.

How was Bao taking it?

-_-

Princess Iron Fan was careful.

Being careful was often the only thing saving you from the forces of Heaven or whatever came. That was the lesson she had taught Red Son. So, as the world changed, both of them were careful with money. Both of them were careful with resources. And Iron Fan, most of all, was careful with places.

The small palace that the Demon Bull family now inhabited was the same palace DBK had lived in centuries ago, back when they were preparing for his strike against the Monkey King. The same strike that ultimately landed him under a mountain. His wife and son had lived there for a few years before moving to the city, but Iron Fan had been careful to keep a few servants in the hidden complex to keep it updated.

After the mess that the last lair had been left in, everyone was glad for that one.

Especially Red Son.

He sat in his room, staring at a bracelet. It was a cuff bracelet, made out of gold with one small ruby. The jewel itself matched the headband of a certain boy. He twirled the piece absently, considering the implications that hadn’t filled his head when he had started crafting the gift.

There was a knock on the door. Red let out a yelp, trying to both stuff the bracelet into his pocket and scramble off the bed. “Come in!” He managed out eventually, smoothing his shirt down.

The door opened, revealing a servant. He straightened, trying to look like the cool and confident prince he was. “Your parents request your presence.” they said with a bowed head. Red Son nodded, not trusting his voice.

He stalked out of his room, keeping his head high. It was probably to talk over plans, he supposed. There had been some silent agreement to not talk about the White Bone Spirit at the moment. But his thoughts kept wandering.

To his enraged father.

To the cry of traitor.

To MK-

A chuckle broke him out of his thoughts. Red Son looked around, confused and a little wary due to the said spirit. There was a tap on his shoulder and he let out a shout. On instinct, his fist slammed out before slamming into a hand. There was another chuckle.

“Jumpy, kid?”

He drew back. “Macaque.” he said, giving a respectful bow of his head. The dark-furred immortal chuckled, eyes glowing. “Excuse me. I…”

“We weren’t expecting you here, Macaque.” His mother’s voice broke the tension as she strode down the hallway, his father following. Her face was frozen into one of politeness and he couldn’t blame her. Given his and Monkey King’s past…relationship, it was hard to determine if he was now friend or foe. “What brings you.”

Unannounced was the word Iron Fan didn’t use.

“Iron Fan!” Macaque said, striding forward to meet her. He grabbed her hand to press a chaste kiss to it. “Can’t a guy come visit some old friends?” She drew her hand away. “Anyway, I’ve heard about your difficulties.”

“There are no difficulties at the moment.” his mother said stiffly.

Macaque chuckled. “Denial. But I’ve brought all of us a chance.” He pulled out a jar, full of what Red Son could only describe as slime. “One of the few sorceresses in the world left us three days ago.” Everyone stared at the information as Macaque swirled the jar. “But she did manage to leave us this.” He snapped his fingers. “And we still have a guide.”

Out of the shadows, probably carried by one of his shadow clones, a girl tied up was thrown. She looked to be a few years older then Red, dressed in a teal sweater and white leggings, and covered in soot. She also looked completely pissed. Macaque stepped forward, ignoring how she was struggling against her bonds, and pulled out the gag.

She coughed, clearly getting used to the freedom of speech, before ignoring everyone except Macaque. “I told you already, I have no idea exactly what that does! It could make the Monkey King loopy or it could kill him! It could blow us up! I! Have! No idea!”

His mother grabbing her shoulder stopped the struggles. “Ah ah ah! Except you do!” Macaque pulled out an aging journal. He paused. “Excuse me, I’m being rude. Everyone, meet the Monkie Kid’s older sister, Bao.”

MK had an older sister?

“And you better not touch a hair on his head!” Bao yelled, struggling against her bonds again. “Look, I might know what that stuff is supposed to do, but I have no idea if it does and you f-”

Macaque pulled out his staff.

She went silent.

“This stuff,” He explained to his audience, holding up the glowing jar. “Is a special spell that her great aunt developed. For lack of a better word, it’s a virus that loosens their controls, like under the influence of alcohol. Which means that they’re easy to catch and control.”

Red stepped forward, considering the jar. “And what do you want?” he voiced.

Macaque grinned harder. “Simple. To work with you to create a trap for both Wukong and MK. She,” Bao grunted as he gave her a kick. “Is the current owner of a huge warehouse full of magical artifacts. Artifacts that will be useful to you and…” He leaned forward, eyes lighting up. “Especially to the brat. I get Wukong to undo whatever that monk did to him. You get MK-”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Shutting up.”

“As I was saying, you get MK for whatever you want.” Macaque said, smoothing back his hair from where it had fluffed up. Red Son’s thoughts whirled, all circling around the bracelet in his pocket. He didn’t move, however. Instead, he watched his parents before Iron Fan finally nodded. “Great! As for you!”

Bao winced as he reached…to untie her. She blinked when the bonds came loose and he pulled out a phone. “Call your brother. I told you, you’ll come with us but at the end of it, you’re going free.”

She glared but typed in the number.

-_-

“My great aunt’s dead.”

Wukong let out a yelp. MK couldn’t blame him- it had come out of nowhere. They were in the middle of after-spar meditation, but he couldn’t keep it down. “I…” the immortal said after a moment. “I’m sorry- wait, no. Your great aunt, from what I saw, was a bitch.”

“I know!” MK said it in a burst. “God, I hated her when I left. But she’s still my blood and I…I don’t know? Feel sad?” He stood, starting to pace. “She thought I couldn’t do a thing for myself, just because I couldn’t do magic like her or Bao or my parents! But she…I don’t know.” He sat back down, staring at his hands. “She still loved me. Kinda.”

His mentor stared before letting out a sigh. “Kid…you shouldn’t think about this. You left because she was your family and she was unhealthy. You shouldn’t let the family part weigh you down-”

There was a ringing. MK pulled out his phone. The number niggled at his memory, but he didn’t remember where. With a shrug at Wukong, he answered. “Hello?”

“Star- MK?”

“BAO?!” On instinct and encouraged by Wukong’s frantic waves, MK moved to end the call.

“Wait, wait, wait- I left!”

He paused. “What?”

“I left Mom and Dad. And…that’s why I’m calling you. Auntie left the shop to me.”

He blinked before moving forward. “That’s great. But I don’t want you in my life, so…”

“I want to make amends.”

He paused again. “What?”

“I…I’m calling. Because I want to make amends.” The words were awkward and the silence was long. Long enough that MK could barely make out a few taps, repeating over and over again. “The White Bone Spirit’s still loose, right? There’s some artifacts here that could help you.”

More tapping. A pattern, repeating over and over again.

“Okay.” MK hadn’t realized he had said it before Bao was talking again.

“Great! That- that’s great! Most of it is in this other warehouse, down north, but Auntie had a portal. I’ll leave instructions and I’ll meet you there, cool?”

He nodded before realizing she couldn’t see. “Yeah. Cool. Bye.”

“…Bye. Dress up warm!” Then the call was over and MK was left staring at his phone. Wukong let out a whistle, startling his student.

“Well, that was a trainwreck-”

“Bao’s in trouble.”

[infinityknight25]

Avengers Illuminati: Oval Office part 5

In a desert like setting with mountains in the background. Iron Man came flying into the picture and landed. The yellow part of his mask opened revealing his face “Hey. I’m Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries and probably better known as Iron Man.” He began to walk to the left while he was talking. “In just a few weeks you get to vote for your next president. I’m asking you to look at the options and consider the independents of Charles Xavier and Doctor Stephen Strange. For years they have served this country in many ways and the most recognized one is their service as heroes. Now they want to help reform the country you love so much. A country I love so much. They want to address the many issues plaguing this country. From healthcare and schools to creating jobs for both humans and mutants. If your tired of the same corrupt politicians vote for Xavier/Strange on November 8th 2016.”

“Excellent job Tony.” Said Beast turning toward Stark. All of the cabinet, the eviscereight and as well as Namor, T'Challa, and Black Bolt were present to view the new comercial to promote the campaign. They were all cramed into the living room of Xavier’s school with the students.“Yes Tony it was well done. I do believe it will capture the attention of people who aren’t sure how they want to vote.” Said Professor Xavier.

“We interupt this program for a breaking news report.” said a make voice on the big flat screen tv. “Good afternoon.” said the young newswoman. “In just a moment we will hear from Monica Willams who has been speaking with the supreme court all morning long. About is unclear….. Oh we are ready to go to her now.”

The picture changed to Monica Williams outside of the city hall of St. Louis where the next debate is to be held. “Good afternoon. I’ve been speaking with the supreme court and they all have agreed that this new group. This Eviscereight is a threat to society. These so called heroes are now banned from being present at the next debate. The supreme court has deemed the average security is adequate to handle any problem that may arise at a debate. That being said I will continue to push and fight for the rights of the REAL human beings existence. If I’m elected I will bring back the use of Sentinels to cleanse this world of mutants. ”

One of the teenage students turned off the tv. “Something’s not right here Xavier.” Rhodes said. “Yes but legally they  do if they say they feel unsafe with the presence of the Eviscereight.” Said Matt Murdock gripping his cane. “Hmmm indeed it appears a set back but I feel this means the other parties are threatend and are trying to take steps to throw us off.” Said Xavier thoughtfully.

At that time Stark’s watch beeped with a phone call and Doctor Strange’s cell phone beeped with an email. Stark stepped out of the room. “ I’ve just been banned from the debate as well. Xavier these are odd events. I do believe I will go to my Sanctum Santorum and meditate for a day or two. I will meet you in St. Louis wether or not I’m allowed in the debate.” “Yes an the Eviscereight will be present as well….. Just not on the grounds. Perhaps everyone will stay at the hotel and observe from there. If there is any trouble Kurt and Stephen both have the means to teleport.” Replied Professor Xavier.

“I’m not allowed to bring an iron man suit with me to the debate. The supreme court has said that We pose a threat to others if we have certain "people” and or “equipment” on the site for the debate.“ Tony said looking very aggravated behind his sunglasses. "Chuck. Something ain’t right here and I dont like the fact that they are taking away almost every defense we got. They know you won’t use your powers in this time because your trying to make a point. They have left you wide open and vulnerable.” Wolverine said with his fists clenched. “Yes it does appear so Logan but I know you will be close by and pending the total ban of all of our allies including Black Bolt, T'Challa and Namor we do have some defenses.” Replied Professor Xavier.

“That does sound like a great backup plan but, Charles with the way this election race is going a reaction to someone’s action with the use of our foreign could be spun into starting a war. And we ARE trying to rebuild this country not tear it apart. In short I think it would be best to rely on the Eviscereight and Stephen.” Reed Richards said stretching his head into the conversation. Richards body was at the back of the living room while the others were more toward the front.

“You do have a point Reed and it is noted. So we shall stick with our plan.” said Xavier.  “In time. I suppose we will see what our adversaries from the democratic party has in store for us.” Said Beast

A few days later in St. Louis, the Eviscereight and Doctor Strange were gathered together in a very comfy hotel suite that had a living room section and a bedroom section. They were sitting around the flatscreen tv in the living room section. On the couch was Nightcrawler, Hawkeye, and Tyron Owens. Sitting in a computer chair was A-Bomb. Wolverine was leaning against a wall. James Rhodes, Doctor Strange, and Miles Morales all sat on the floor.

The debate began on the tv with a generic political fan fare type music. “Good evening I am your host Laura Thompson.” Said the female reporter. This time she was wearing a modestly red suit that was very complementing to her. “And I’m your co-host Jameson Carlisle.” said the white haired man in a dark blue suit that was almost black.

“Our candidates will be with us shortly. Jameson it’s been quite the ride through the first debate and the vice president debate. And still Monica Williams is in the lead to become our first woman president. However the independent Charles Xavier is not too far behind in the polls and could become our first mutant president. Billionaire Brian Hartford is still in the race with a close third.” Said Thompson.

“Indeed it is quite unbelievable how close of a race we have for the president of the United State’s, and there has been remarkable scandals along the way. I think the most notable news was what happenend Monday when Monica Williams had the Eviscereight and Vice President candidate Doctor Stephen Strange banned from the debate this evening.” Replied Jameson.

“Yes it has caused quite a lot of talk and it did cause Xavier’s numbers to drop in the polls giving Monica Williams a bit of a better lead but Charles Xavier is still very close behind. Now it’s time for our candidates to come out and begin our second presidential debate.” Said Thompson

Brian Hartford came from the left of the stage wearing a black suit and red tie. Monica Williams appeared from center stage with a triumphant smile and a orange pant suit with a white shirt. Professor Xavier came from the right of the stage in a grey suit. Again he went to the middle to shake the hands of the other candidates and non of them met him.

“ This debate is going to focus on questions from the press and citizens. We will start with a tweeted question from Daryl Davenport who is with free America blog. He asks with all the different candidates that ran for president this why did you decide to run and why do you think your still here? Professor Xavier we will start with you.” Said Thompson.

Xavier rolled to the center of the floor with his microphone. “ Throughout my life. I have witnessed all kinds of corruption and lack of planning as well as organization in the goverment. I am at a position in my life to where I can donate my time to defend my fellow Americans in a different way. I see this as an opportunity to step up and offer my knowledge as well as views to help progress the United States forward to a time where all equal and work together.” The crowd applauded and cheered.

“Mr. Hartford. It’s your chance to answer the question.” Said Jameson Carlisle. “Thank you.” Hartford said coming out to the center of the stage.  “I too ran for president due to all the corruption. I mean look at Monica Williams she whined and cried and got the Eviscereight as well as Doctor Strange banned from tonight’s debate which has only brought attention to herself. With this I have heard that she has BRIBED the supreme court to side with her using money as well as offering different political positions and favors to the Supreme Court justices. Then there is the story of how she played a vital role in the slaughter of one of our intergalactic ambassadors. Ronan the accuser said it would happen and what? Did Monica Williams do anything to save our ambassadors life? No….” “Mr. Hartford you have reached your time limit. We need to move on.” Interjected Laura Thompson. “I’m not finished. She has done nothing but a terrible job as a politician if elected it will be more of the same….” Mr. Hartford I warned you we need to move on if you do it again this debate will become a two person debate. Do you understand?“ "Yes… Sorry and thank you.” Replied Hartford.

“Mrs. Williams. It is your turn.” Said Carlisle. “These two have barely any political experience. Well lets face facts Hartford has none and outside of being a mutant activist Xavier Has none. I have devoted my entire career to the political arena and I think I have made quite a few accomplishments. What have these two done? Hartford has spent his entire life focused on making money for himself. Xavier has sat in his wheelchair playing "shot caller ” like a coach calling out plays to his X-Men. If your mutant powers are so great why don’t you just get out of that chair and walk? You have the power to don’t you?“

Back in the hotel room Wolverine began to pace. "Man that woman needs to shut her mouth.” He said beginning to sound angry. “Yeah she has some real problems bro.” A-Bomb said. “I am not your bro!” Wolverine said turning toward A-Bomb extending the claws on his right hand. “Hey. Hey. Buddy calm down none of us like her.” Responded A-Bomb. Doctor Strange meditating began to levitate. “I feel that the moment we all have in question is drawing nigh. I cannot see what it is but I feel something big on the way.” Said Strange.