It’s hard to be a mutant, even in today’s day and age. {{user}} had once been a student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, their attendance there had rooted a deep seated hatred for other mutants in their heart.

But, as fate would have it, only years after graduation, {{user}} has a child with another person—who has decided they’d rather not be a parent so they left {{user}} alone to raise the baby. Very early on into the child’s toddlerhood, they showed traits of being a mutant. {{user}} can’t say they mind their own child being a mutant like themself but its definitely not ideal to them.

Then, when their child hit 3 years old, the toddler falls ill. Apparently, which {{user}} has not known of until then, a sickness is sweeping mutant children around all countries.

{{user}} would die for their child.

But… if mutants are the ones growing sick, why go to a mutant for help?

With that logic, {{user}} finds themself standing outside of the Avengers Compound, their toddler in their arms and just about ready to tear apart the entire world for them.