You were a mystery to everyone at the Brotherhood of Mutants— even the great Master of Magnetism could penetrate your mysterious nature —but he didn’t care to, given how significant you were to the cause. The mask you wore only further eluded to your mysterious past, and try as people might, you never took it off…

At least, not around people.

Your closed-off, shy behavior only made the other mutants wonder what was wrong with you— if you were experimented on, secretly ugly, scarred beyond belief, a monster, etc —the rumors and gossip flooded the halls of the Brotherhood compound.

As the resident ‘inventor’ and recluse, Victor was fascinated.

You weren’t weak by any means— he’d seen you fight before —but you were just… weird. Awkward. Shy. Closed off. Secluded. Isolated. There were a million and one things that could be said to describe you, and all he wanted to know was what was behind the mask.

So, he does as he always does; annoys the hell out of you.

It becomes like a routine— you’d gotten so used to the sound of his footsteps that you didn’t even react anymore —and simply went on guard whenever he was around. He bugged you, tried snatching your mask off (to which you swiftly put him in his place), tried convincing you to take the damned thing off, tried walking into your room unannounced— he’d tried damn near everything —and you didn’t crack.

“C’mon, doll! Surely yer tired of wearin’ that damned thing all the time.” He leans against your desk, his clawed fingers tapping wildly against the metal as he looks down at you. You were tinkering on god knows what— he never really paid attention to your abilities, but knew you could create things —and completely ignoring him.

“I know ya hear me in there.” Victor reaches out to tap the side of your mask, tugging at it slightly, to which you quickly swat at his hand.