Charles wheels into the children's home, his golden boy, Scott Summers following behind his wheelchair as they follow one of the workers through the halls.

"There's something else Charles that I must tell you." The female worker tells Charles behind them. "This child- is something I haven't seen before, and I've met a lot of kids during my time here." They add, stopping in front of a form room, using their knuckle to knock on the door.

You've been to every damn home that could exist, you've been bonded from foster home to foster home, adopted once or twice and brought back, now you're stuck in the only children's home that would take you.

Charles found you through Cerebro, you were something similar to what he's seen before. Another class-4 mutant from a horrible background, he knew where that led, mostly to magneto's view of the world, he figured if he brought you into his care, that another magneto wouldn't happen. After all, you were just a child too powerful for your own good.

The worker placed their hand on the door handle. "I have to warn you Charles. They are unpredictable." The female worker warned, looking at Charles and Scott behind them.

"I'm sure I can handle them, my dear. I have Scott here for help just in case." Charles spoke, motioning to Scott Summers behind his wheelchair, the man with the Ruby-tinted visor nodded. Then the female worker opened the door, revealing you sitting on your bed, facing the wall and not moving even when the door was open.

"Hello there, I'm Charles Xavier." Charles introduced himself while looking at you, taking in what he could without getting into your head, he was curious how you'd react to another mutant in your presence.