The blue mist filled the room, causing everyone inside to
cough and wheeze furiously before it finally ebbed away, the Avengers didn’t
know what to expect but the X-Men looked like they were in a panic.
“Oh my god, oh my GOD! Not again, last time my favorite
uniform was ruined.” Worried Emma Frost, waving her hands over her face before
pressing her fingers to her lips in worry.
“Just stay calm, breath slowly, nothing to worry about…”
Whispered Storm, trying to keep a calm facade but her wringing hands and the
gust of cold air at her feet said otherwise.
“Uhm… What are we going to expect?” Asked Captain America,
he and the other Avengers watching on in confusion. “This isn’t painful… Is it?”
Taking a deep breath and straightening his tie, Hank McCoy
began to explain. “Well… A few months ago, the chemical formula that turned me
into a blue furred… Well, ME, piggy-backed on a flu germ and started spreading across
the campus.”
“So then sneezing, sniffling, coughing, wheezing…”
“Blue skin, blue hair, blue fur, blue everything!” Whimpered
Emma, breathing sharply though her nose.
“ACHOO!” Cried out Hawk-Eye, sniffling his nose and wiping
his face. At that moment everyone went dead silent, staring at the man. “What?
Do I have a booger on my face?”
“You have a BLUE on your face!”
Turning to look at his reflection through the window,
Hawk-Eye blinked back at his sky-blue complexion, noting his side burns had
overgrown a bit as the roots to his hair looked dark blue. “Huh…”
Gripping Cyclops by his chest, Emma nearly panicked. “Oh GOD
its already spreading, I don’t want to be some mangy blue cat woman aga… Aga…
ACHOO!” Sneezing right into Scott’s face, the pair turned blue right in front
of everyone’s eyes.
“That’s it, I’m going to make a call!” Reaching into his
pocket for his cellular phone, Hank dialed the only man he could think of to
help them in their time of need.
*
Sitting at his desk and enjoying his tea, Professor Xavier
sighed and combed his fingers through his full head of hair with his legs up
and crossed over his desk in relaxation. He was in a good mood, the meeting was
under way, a new campus was built not to far away that his X-Men had taken
residence in and the Avengers would most likely fold to his demands. “That is
until he heard the ringing of his phone.
Sitting up and picking up the receiver, Charles replied to
the call. “Hello, this is Professor Charles Xavier, if you are calling
regarding any grants you wish to…”
“Professor Xavier, its me Hank McCoy.”
“Ah Hank, how goes the meeting? Have they approved the ‘no
nut’ policy for their vending machines?”
“Well… We were getting to that sir but it seems we’ve been
attacked by Victor Von Doom!” Narrowing his eyes at the new, Xavier continued
to listen. “He’s weaponised the Blue Flu and infected the meeting, he means to
use us as bio weapons to invade and conquer the nation!”
“I see… Tell me how bad it is?”
Holding the receiver to his phone and looking to the others,
Hank grimaced, biting his fingers at how everyone in the room now sported a blue complexion. Jennifer
Walters caught herself sneezing and a long furry tail shot out above her custom
jeans. “Uhm… Bad?”
“Ah, well then I have a very simple solution.” Answered the
professor, pulling open a drawer to a series of buttons.
“What is that Charles?” Hearing a beep on the phone line,
Hank McCoy looked around to find all the outside windows slam shut with steel
shutters along with an energy barrier surrounding the campus like a fenced-up
circle.
“YOU will remain there until this entire thing blows over…”
“A-and… What will you be doing Charles?” Asked Beast as the
others found themselves essentially caged. “I intend to make a call, pray it
goes well enough that I can unlock the doors.”
Hearing his phone go dead, Hank looked to the others
bashfully with a crooked smile. “Uhm… He has a plan.”
*
Setting down the receiver to his phone, Charles pressed
another button at his desk. “Miss Boom Boom?”
“Yes Professor?” Chirped the blonde student that had become
his secretary after the Blue Flu fiasco months before. “Get me the number to
the Latvarian embassy in New York, and a new cup of tea.”
“Yes Professor.”
Rummaging through his desk for a bundle of paperwork, the
powerful telepath began reading over a large contract before going about making
a new call.