In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

"To be honest, why are you laughing so exaggeratedly?" Mason said via telepathy. "Wouldn't it be incredibly impolite of me not to wet my pants in response?"

"Uh, isn't that how it's always portrayed in movies?" Lorna replied somewhat awkwardly, "The forms of evil and such... I've done my best."

Just then, there was a loud knocking at the door.

"snort."

Lorna scoffed, "Who?"

"Miss Dan, the X-Men's fighter jets are already downstairs, and they are waiting for you," a polite female voice came from outside.

"Tch..." She rolled her eyes, then bent down, grabbed Mason by the collar, and pulled him up with one hand, sneering threateningly, "Let's go, go meet your future colleague."

"..."

Mason's face twitched uncomfortably a few times, then he watched Lorna stride toward the door, and after a long sigh, he followed her, leaning on his cane.

To be fair, playing the fool is a real skill, and only someone with his unique understanding of acting could do it.

After Mason distanced himself from Lorna, he inexplicably heard a sound like a rubber band snapping in his mind. At the same time, Kasumi Kuroishi gave him a friendly reminder: "Your mental connection has been broken"—it seems Lorna is indeed not very good at this.

He walked out the door without the agent leading the way even glancing at him. It wasn't until he took the elevator downstairs and left the building that he saw Natasha standing in front of a super cool fighter jet that was over ten meters long, talking to two people who also looked very familiar.

The first one was Logan Howlett, whom I had met not long ago. He was wearing the infamously ugly yellow and black X-Men uniform and stood there impatiently. His expression softened when he saw Lorna in the distance, and he raised his hand to greet her.

The other was a tall, mature woman with white hair and dark skin—her outfit was much cooler than Lao Lang's, a silver-gray fitted matte leather outfit with a short cape, from a distance she looked just like a supermodel who had just walked off the runway, exactly like Halle Berry's Storm.

The two X-Men spotted Lorna carrying her bag from dozens of meters away, and quickly ignored Natasha, who was talking to them, as they both walked over.

Logan maintained a polite distance, but Storm Ororo Monroe opened her arms affectionately and gave Lorna a hug, or rather, forcefully embraced her, completely ignoring her expression, which resembled that of a cat being forcibly patted on the head.

"I told you long ago, your current condition is not suitable for you to be out and about alone."

After the hug, Storm actually ruffled Lorna's green curly hair and said almost earnestly, "Stay a little longer when you go back this time. Everyone misses you."

"We'll see," Lorna replied listlessly, pursing her lips. "Anyway, you guys are just waiting for this kind of opportunity to take me back."

"We're not..." Storm sighed. "Never mind, let's talk about it after we board the plane. And who is this?"

The second half of the sentence was said while looking at Mason.

Logan scratched his head, looking thoughtful. At that moment, Natasha approached and introduced him, "This is Agent Cecil Lee Mason, one of the teachers sent to the academy this year. He already knew Miss Lorna..."

Then came another string of meaningless platitudes, introducing Mason's resume and expressing the cooperative relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the X-Men, which made Logan even more impatient. But Storm politely accepted everything without expressing any opinion on Mason's existence.

The conversation ended shortly afterward, and Mason, looking dejected, followed the three X-Men through the rear door onto the plane.

Then, the cabin door closed, and the aircraft's jet engines began to warm up.

Natasha, who remained where she was, kept a close eye on Mason's retreating figure until the very last second, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

After all, she was an agent who fought for world peace as her ultimate goal. Naturally, she objected to using her own people as bait when it was clearly unnecessary. However, her position made it difficult for her to express any opinions, so she could only swallow her discomfort, just like every time before.

But no matter what... I still just can't get used to this.

..............................

Meanwhile, on the plane that had already taken off.

"Kid, who exactly are you?" Logan frowned, looking at Mason with suspicion. "A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? Did you come here disguised as someone to get close to Lorna? Let me make this clear, I'm not the kind of coward who listens to excuses. You'd better tell me honestly what you're up to."

"Just as I expected..."

Mason shrugged helplessly, leaned back in his chair, and said lazily, "You should explain this. My words certainly don't carry much weight right now."

"...Logan, let me finish."

Lorna rubbed her temples behind her back and said in a voice that sounded reluctant but forced onto the stage, "Here's what happened."

The explanation section is as follows.avi

A few minutes later, after the explanation was finished, Logan was successfully dumbfounded.

"You mean... this kid, even though he's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, actually wants to join the X-Men?"

He rubbed his temples, looking utterly confused, and asked, "Are you sure you haven't been scammed?"

"First, please take a look at this."

As Mason spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, raised an arm, and repaired all the wounds on it—as a form of proof of his mutant status. Unfortunately, the remaining blue bar was used up once again.

...Looks like I'll have to go to a hospital and get a few X-rays done.

"Secondly, I think there should be a two-way selection process between employers and talents. Back in college, I was tricked by the recruitment process and after a series of exams, I was assigned to S.H.I.E.L.D. - only after I got in did I realize it was a garbage company."

Mason feigned annoyance—and this was genuine; if you replaced S.H.I.E.L.D. with Hydra, it would perfectly capture Cecilia's true feelings: "But before my contract expired, I couldn't even switch jobs, so I was ruthlessly exploited by my boss for two years. After meeting Lorna, I had to consider whether this was my only chance to escape—in short… Coach! I want to be an X-Men!"

Old Wolf was clearly not used to this style of expression that mixed with the abstract culture of the internet. After scratching his head vigorously, he asked with a very abstract and confused expression, "Are you... serious?"

"I've checked it."

Lorna snorted and poked her forehead, saying, "Don't forget what I've been turned into."

At this moment, Storm got up from the driver's seat, sat down opposite Mason, sighed, and slowly said, "Mason, right?"

Mason nodded.

So she continued, "I trust Lorna. If she thinks you're okay, then you're okay—in that case, there's something you should know first."

"Please speak," Mason nodded politely.

"To put it simply... now is not a good time to join the X-Men," she said sincerely. "We are facing a huge crisis, and it's not just the X-Men; even staying at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters is dangerous. Lorna and the students at the academy are connected and cannot be separated, but you have never been involved with us before today, so please stay away as much as possible."

"What's wrong?" Lorna suddenly asked after listening. "What's going on this time? Does it need to be so serious?"

"Lorna... this news was only received a few hours ago."

Storm lowered her head and said somewhat uneasily, "...Wanda is awake."

"What?!"