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They were close enough to New York now to see the buildings. Amara was at the controls of the Blackbird, under Jean’s supervision of course. Several of the junior team members and trainees had been able to take the controls for a brief period. New England to New York was too short a trip for much flight training. At least not in an aircraft capable of Mach 4.
Not everybody could fit on the SR-77 anyway. The remaining attendees from the mansion, mostly the adults, were following at a more sedate pace in the X-copter.
As the Blackbird approached the Baxter Building, world famous home of the Fantastic Four, Jean took the controls. “Sorry, Amara, you’re not quite ready for a rooftop landing.”
As the X-kids filed out of the Blackbird, they found a woman waiting for them at the end of the ramp. She wasn’t wearing any sort of uniform or costume, so Kitty assumed she was a normal. Support staff or something.
“Welcome, everyone,” the woman said. “You are the X-Men, right? My name is Margie, and I work in the Public Relations department of Stark Enterprises. We have been loaned to the FF for the purpose of coordinating this shindig. If you will all follow me, you can pick out your rooms. Your luggage will be brought down for you. If it doesn’t have identification on it, please mark it now. I have tags.”
Only a couple of the kids needed to add tags, so a few minutes later they were on a lower floor.
“I hope these rooms will be adequate,” Margie said. “They are really for storage and we hastily moved in beds and spruced them up a little. There are only a couple of bathrooms on this floor, but you are free to use those on other floors. We considered putting everyone in a hotel, but it will be a little more convenient for you not having to commute. You can just use elevators rather than taxis. If anyone would prefer to stay at a hotel, you may certainly do so.”
“I certainly don’t have a problem with the accommodations,” Jean said. “We’re here to meet super heroes, not to be pampered.”
The others murmured agreement.
Margie smiled. “All right. Pick out your rooms. Even though they aren’t luxurious, there are a lot of them, so nobody has to double up. When you’re settled, we’ll go back up for the mixer.” She grinned. “If you want to meet heroes, we’ve got some for ya.”
The X-kids scrambled around to select a room. While they would have had no problems doubling up, there was no reason to. At the mansion, having a private room didn’t mean you slept alone. It would be the same here, though they would have to be more discreet about it.
As they dispersed, Jean stopped them. “Wait!” She turned back to Margie. “For this mixer, do we wear our uniforms?”
“It’s up to you. Some of the others will be wearing them, but in many cases it is because they wear masks and can’t wear civvies without revealing their identities. If you don’t mind anyone seeing your face, you can dress either way.”
“Let’s wear them,” Kitty said. “That way we’ll look like we belong and are not just a bunch of kids on a field trip.”
After grabbing a room, the kids waited for their bags to arrive, but were too excited to unpack now. They extracted just enough of their belongings to change and freshen up, then re-congregated with Margie in the hall.
The Baxter Building didn’t have ballrooms, so the reception was being held in one of the huge research areas. All kinds of bizarre equipment had been pushed up against a far wall and there appeared to be some sort of force field to prevent anyone from coming in contact with it.
But Kitty didn’t pay much attention to the room. The occupants were far more interesting. Even though the x-kids were too intimidated to get very far into the room, the personalities were easy to identify from a distance. Especially the big ones, like the Thing and She-Hulk.
Kitty wanted to get a closer look, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was afraid of saying something stupid and embarrassing herself in front of the most famous people in the world.
So the group just hovered there near the wall, at the party but not part of it.
Just as Kitty picked out the Professor in the distant group of people, Amara suddenly started punching Kitty in the ribs urgently. “Oh my god, look who’s coming!”
Kitty snapped her head in that direction and immediately felt sparks in the pit of her stomach. It was Sue Richards!
As Kitty had feared, the Invisible Woman was coming right toward them. Even though she was in panic, Kitty was stunned by how fucking gorgeous she was.
Sue stopped a few feet away, hands on hips and a chiding expression on her face. “C’mon now, what are all of you doing over here? The party’s over there.”
Sue took Kitty and Amara by the hand and pulled them away from the wall, then regarded the others with amusement. “The rest of you come too. Don’t make me use my force field to herd you.”
The group reluctantly detached themselves from the wall and followed as Sue almost dragged Kitty and Amara. Sue could feel Kitty trembling. “Will you please relax? They all want to meet you. From what we hear, you have every right to be here.”
Kitty’s heart almost stopped as they reached the assembled heroes. The Thing was even more imposing than she had expected, especially for someone her size. He was fucking huge.
Sue addressed the group. “Everybody, I would like to present the X-Men. Professor Xavier, would you introduce your charges?”
The Professor rolled over to join his team, then introduced them individually, including a brief display of each mutant’s power.
Kitty simply phased her arm through Jean’s body, waving her hand as the arm stuck out of Jean’s stomach. She got a thrill out of the look of surprise on their faces. Apparently they hadn’t seen that one.
Scott hesitated when it was his turn. “Uh, I can’t show you my power without breaking something.”
“Hit me with it,” Sue said. “I can shield myself.”
Scott was nervous about using his power against a friendly, but let her have it once assured the invisible shield was in place and could take the hit. The superheroes murmured at the display of destructive force.
Jean lifted everyone into the air a few feet, including herself, the Professor, and even the Thing.