West thought he must be crazy.

Stand on the streets of New York City filled with steel and concrete. With him as the center, there were countless large and small glass residues scattered within a radius of more than ten meters, and a few pieces of fancy alloy armor parts floated around out of thin air, reflecting the ** sunlight above his head in all directions, as well as the brown-haired boy's face distorted to the extreme.

- That's right, he's absolutely insane. And he was very completely crazy, so he believed that the damn dwarf could let him walk into the Avengers Mansion safely, and he couldn't help but owe it, and even took the initiative to buy him the ridiculously expensive doughnuts a few kilometers away.

West thought through gritted teeth.

As a high-level mutant, Professor X's adopted son. Not long ago, he fell out with his guardian, abandoned the warm and comfortable manor, and came to New York after a few hours of bumpy exhaustion, and was attacked by a series of bullets + lasers + hammers + shields the moment he stepped on the threshold...... I have to say that he has not yet razed the entire building to the ground, and he is really grateful to Charles for his tireless teaching of etiquette over the years.

His lips squirmed for a long time, and he wanted to get angry only to find that there was nothing surprising about it. After all, whether it's Tony Stark's infuriating bad taste or the Avengers' combat principle of just starting before talking, West has learned enough.

Standing silently in the middle of a pile of rubble, his gaze fell on the superheroes who were lining up in front of him. The latter probably also reacted that he had accidentally injured his own people again, looking at the sky and the ground, obviously wanting to act as if nothing had happened, and the scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.

"So, what's wrong with Tony's permission?"

Count the mess of floaters around you and push them back to their owners. Knowing too well what kind of virtue this group of people is, West didn't expect anyone to take the initiative to give him a reasonable explanation from the beginning.

"Uh...... He was recently typing a new program into Jarvis. You know, it's a bit more complicated, and some of the past numbers may have been ......."

Reaching out to retrieve his shield, the only remaining conscience of the Avengers, Captain America Steve Rogers, lived up to expectations, or unexpectedly, shouldered the burden of exculpating Iron Man...... Although most of them would love to see West teach that guy a lesson, after all, he is his own team, and the always gentle captain can still protect him.

"And then he accidentally deleted my access to the Avengers Building, and by the way, he was set on high alert, because his genius brain, which can remember all the electronic codes in New York, suddenly intermittently short-circuited?"

I don't believe in Iron Man's character at all. West watched as Steve curled the corners of his mouth and was speechless, silently considering in his mind how likely it was to cross the captain and drag Stark out and beat him.

"That...... I'm sure Tony didn't mean to fix you, after all...... That intrusion alarm scared us enough just now, so ...... Power? ”

He glanced at the tall Thor beside him, and at the same time took a half step back, as if he wanted to cover something. Steve, who has never been good at lying, stumbles and challenges his moral bottom line. It's not that the captain thinks West will really do anything to Tony...... Purely because it would be a shame for the people of the world to see the headlines of the Avengers and X-Men fighting on the streets of New York in the newspapers tomorrow.

“……”

Of course, I don't want to put my name on the same page as Tony Stark. West pursed his lips and waved his hand helplessly, which was considered to have opened the page. Anyway, just like the U.S. Federal Treasury Department is not used to receiving a report on the renovation of the streets of New York for a day, if these superheroes can welcome themselves in a normal way one day, then he really wants Charles to see if this group of people has been brainwashed by a villain collectively.

"Don't be sad, Wei, you still have a lot of opportunities to beat him up...... I'm sure everyone in this building, except for Jarvis, wants to see him suffer a little bit as much as you do. ”

As Natasha had said, the brown-haired boy nodded - after all, Tony couldn't refresh his impression of him no matter what he did, and he would rather help Charles tie up his other damned guardian home than waste his time in a doomed argument with Iron Man.

- Although these two things are indistinguishable in nature, they are infuriating.

Comforting himself like this, West silently opened the cream dessert in his hand under the gaze of the entire Avengers Building, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

Thank God he doesn't have to worry about lunch.

"Whew, West, you can't do this to my doughnut, ahhh

Half a second later, a short man in a black overshirt rushed out from behind Captain America in tears of pain.

……

…………

"So, you had another big fight with Professor X and ran away from home?"

Squeezing Iron Man to the side with an empty box on the couch, Clint Barton gloated and gave Tony a roll of the eyes, stretched out his hands and feet to occupy the position opposite West:

"Please, Will, be mature. I thought that losing your temper with your guardian and going missing was no longer popular after you had passed puberty...... For the sake of the professor worrying about you every time, can you care more about the old man? ”

"Shut up, Clint."

Listlessly slumped on the couch, his right hand stuck in his somewhat messy brown hair. West sighed, his face filled with obvious exhaustion and frustration:

"Charles knows I'm here, and I think he agrees that we need to calm each other...... After all, I almost destroyed the entire manor, and he probably won't want to see me stay in his school anytime soon. ”

"How?"

I probably realized from the boy's expression that he really needed help from a friend now. Steve's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with sincere concern and apprehension:

"You've never had a fight with Professor X before, what happened this time?"

“……”

With his mouth open, it seemed difficult to speak. His gaze swept around the sitting and standing Avengers in the living room, and although they were doing their own things on the surface, they all stretched out their ears - including Tony, who was pretending to mourn for his donuts. The corners of West's eyes twitched, remembering that in the past, this group of people was inversely proportional to their combat effectiveness, and suddenly there was no ** to talk to.

"Oh, comeon, don't be like a little girl."

I don't hide the gossip expression of "I want to hear a story" on his face at all. Clint shrugged his shoulders and just wanted to continue teasing, but the back of the head received a merciless slap from Black Widow, "...... It hurts! Natasha you hit me again!! ”

"Ignore that fat bird, Will."

Flipping over the couch, he kicked Hawkeye under the table. Agent Natasha Romanoff sat down next to Captain America: "We are your friends, and there is nothing that friends can't talk to each other. ”

He smiled dryly at her. In fact, the only people among the Avengers who think so are you and Steve or Dr. Banner, and West is aggrieved and flattened, and stares at this group of people a little helplessly.

“…… All right. After a long silence, he finally rubbed his brows and raised his hands in surrender, "Charles is going to send me to Oxford." ”

"Ahem—"

Suddenly choked the tea in his mouth into his lungs, and the falcon, who thought he would hear something earth-shattering□□ was the first to react. The poor veteran officer looked at West, who was slumped on the sofa and was indignant, and he really couldn't understand that the young man in this year had rebelled so much that he was not even happy to go to a world-renowned institution of higher learning.

"Do you know how much you look like a baby grabbing your parents' trousers and crying not to go to school, Master Xavier?"

Never miss every opportunity to mock West. Tony Stark dropped the crumpled box in his hand and leaned back happily on the sofa:

"Seriously, I absolutely support Professor X's decision. Your empty brain really needs to be decorated! ”

“……”

"Pay attention to your language, Tony."

Seeing that the teenager opposite was in a tendency to become angry, Steve glanced at the teacup and table around him that were already about to move, and reached out in time to cover Iron Man's mouth and wanted to say something more - for God's sake, although the maintenance cost was never out of their own pocket, but let the entire Avengers building be overturned in front of him, the captain thought that he was not so broad-minded.

Raising his chin at the kettle, which was already floating in mid-air, Steve looked stern: "...... And you, West, control your feelings. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was the sound of three heavy objects falling to the ground in the living room, and West, who finally found himself a little out of control, took a deep breath and muttered a few words of apology. In fact, he is not a beginner who cannot control himself, as one of the first mutants to become X-men, he is better at manipulating abilities than most of his companions. But it was precisely because of this that West was surprised to find that in fact, he had far more resentment towards Charles in his heart than he thought, so much so that when he even remembered that the person who was gentle to everyone but made himself angry, he would go berserk like he did many years ago when he first awakened the mutant gene.

-- That's not a good thing for West.

And that's clearly what Steve had in mind. Motioning for Tony not to speak yet, the look he cast at the boy became even more worried:

"So, I suppose you're not just bothered by the fact that the professor is going to send you to England, are you?"

"Of course not, Captain."

Fingers unconsciously twisted over the black stud earring on his right ear, and it took a lot of effort for West to keep his volume within the normal range:

"I'm certainly not mad that I'm going to that damn college...... In fact, it doesn't matter if it's Oxford or Cambridge or anywhere in the United States it's any different to me, I'm just fed up with Charles - he's a cocky and asshole □□ maniac!! Can you imagine Steve, every time you go out, someone arranges it for you, and if you want to board the plane, someone will book a ticket for you in advance; If you want to buy doughnuts, someone will transfer money to your card; If you want to come to the Avengers, the taxi will be waiting for you across the road; I want Tony Stark to get out of front of him and see him rush to the roof of the building and do a striptease......"

“What？！”

The named Iron Man jumped up from the sofa: "It turns out that the last time I woke up, I found myself lying on the terrace blowing a cold wind, all of which were you doing?!" ”

"Shut up, it's just a metaphor! That time, it was obvious that you had to fight with Thor and drink high!! ”

The voice was even more poignant than his, and West clung to his hair in a broken breakdown:

"I know what a great psychic Charles is - no one knows the fuck better than I do! I can tolerate him being in control of my life whenever and wherever I want, but at least he should have consulted with me when he made a decision for me, instead of coming to your room and leaving with a sentence of 'I've done the formalities for you to report to Oxford, and I'll be on the plane at 9am the day after tomorrow', without even a damn explanation! No!!! ”

…… Oh, my God.

Rubbing his miserable ears with a sad face, Tony rolled his eyes at the ceiling, swearing he hadn't heard anything but tinnitus.

"I guess your superpower isn't sonic attack, Westgirl?"

He raised his hand in the sharp glare of the teenager, indicating that he had no malicious intent. Iron Man glanced at the teacup on the table that was still in front of him, and now the corner of the table was shaky, a little worried that they might not be able to keep their parlor today.

"Still, you do sound a little ...... Didn't want to talk to Professor X? ”

"Nope."

After roaring and becoming depressed, West took the champagne handed by Natasha, trying to make himself sound less depressed:

"Since Charles came back from Cuba, he has almost lost a qiē. The departure of Eric and Raven hit him so hard that I couldn't look him in the eye and say no...... Tony, if you've ever seen Charles, who was on the verge of collapse at that time, you'd think your own so-called principles were nothing compared to him—if sacrificing them would have earned him a good night's sleep. ”

"Because he is your father."

Nodding, his blue eyes as generous and tolerant as the ocean were full of tenderness and comfort, Steve persuaded so softly.

"Not biological." Lowering his eyes, West seemed to muttered a few words vaguely.

"But you can't deny that Charles is the only family member to you. No matter how big the conflict is, after so many years together, you will never be able to hurt him ruthlessly. ”

Legs folded, as if they had known such a result for a long time. Natasha, who has been very calm from the beginning to the present, shrugged indifferently:

"Admit it, ...... You just don't want to leave him. ”

The room was silent.

His gaze wandered over the blank ceiling of the Avengers Tower. West leaned back on the soft couch, remembering something, and a kind of remembrance mixed with loss gradually appeared on his face.

"You're right, Natasha."

Shook his head with a wry smile. He unconsciously covered his heart, and seemed to feel the grievance and sting of being abandoned when he was told not long ago that he would be sent to England.

"I'm not going to tell him that. In fact, no matter how angry I am now, I will eventually compromise with Charles and always do whatever he wants...... Every time. ”

That's not just a matter of why they've been together for so many years. Regardless, after losing Eric, Raven, and his legs in quick succession, West would rather die than make his adoptive father feel a little sad.

"Anyway, I'm running away from home now, and there's nowhere else to go - I'll ask you to take me in for a while before I figure it out."

Pouting, he drank the champagne in his hand. West pulled himself together and stuck out his tongue, his cheeks quietly stained a little red from the alcohol.

Luckily, he still has such a group of trusted friends.

"Of course, there will always be a place for companions in this building."

They looked at each other, stood up, and greeted West on behalf of the entire Avengers. Captain America happily patted him on the shoulder:

"I'm sure Tony will ask Jarvis to arrange it for you."

Iron Man snorted through his nose.