Maybe they had met before this, or maybe they just knew of each other. Do you think Phil would seek out Charles or Charles would seek out Phil?
I can imagine Phil sitting somewhere out in NYC, a cafe maybe, drinking decaffeinated coffee because caffeine is bad for his heart and he's wondering if he's worth anything anymore now that he's been invalided out of all field assignments, if he needs to start his whole life over like he's eighteen again except that now he's fifty with a bad heart and he's not sure if he can do it.
And then the most powerful mutant telepath in the world rolls up to his table. And it's a bit terrifying because Phil has secrets, and Prof. X can read minds and leads a force that equals the Avengers and...
"Do you mind sharing your table for a bit?"
"Ah, no, of course not." And Phil wonders if he's supposed to pretend that he doesn't recognize the other man.
Prof. X merely gets the waiter to bring him a cup of tea and they sit quietly for a bit just casually watching the people pass by. Or at least, Prof. X appears to be casually watching the people. Phil is doing his best to appear as if he is too, rather than showing exactly how hyper aware he is of everything going around him and he's spotted at least two other mutants who appear to be keeping an outer perimeter for their leader. He's not sure if this makes it more or less likely that the Professor is sharing a table with him by pure chance.
Phil is working on his third refill when Prof X finishes his cup of tea. He puts the cup down on the table along with a bill to cover payment and a tip, and then turns to Phil.
"You know," the Professor spoke as if they were in the middle of a conversation, "I was shot in the back when I was thirty."
"Yes. I've read the reports" Phil just does calm and steady when confronted with potential danger.
"It was not the end of my productive life," Prof. X pointed out dryly.
That was a rather pointed wake-up call.
The most powerful mutant leader, both in mutant power and in political power, rolled his wheelchair away from the table and set off down the sidewalk before Phil thought of what to say in response.
Well, okay then.
Time to stop with the self-pity and get on with saving the world.
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I can imagine Phil sitting somewhere out in NYC, a cafe maybe, drinking decaffeinated coffee because caffeine is bad for his heart and he's wondering if he's worth anything anymore now that he's been invalided out of all field assignments, if he needs to start his whole life over like he's eighteen again except that now he's fifty with a bad heart and he's not sure if he can do it.
And then the most powerful mutant telepath in the world rolls up to his table. And it's a bit terrifying because Phil has secrets, and Prof. X can read minds and leads a force that equals the Avengers and...
"Do you mind sharing your table for a bit?"
"Ah, no, of course not." And Phil wonders if he's supposed to pretend that he doesn't recognize the other man.
Prof. X merely gets the waiter to bring him a cup of tea and they sit quietly for a bit just casually watching the people pass by. Or at least, Prof. X appears to be casually watching the people. Phil is doing his best to appear as if he is too, rather than showing exactly how hyper aware he is of everything going around him and he's spotted at least two other mutants who appear to be keeping an outer perimeter for their leader. He's not sure if this makes it more or less likely that the Professor is sharing a table with him by pure chance.
Phil is working on his third refill when Prof X finishes his cup of tea. He puts the cup down on the table along with a bill to cover payment and a tip, and then turns to Phil.
"You know," the Professor spoke as if they were in the middle of a conversation, "I was shot in the back when I was thirty."
"Yes. I've read the reports" Phil just does calm and steady when confronted with potential danger.
"It was not the end of my productive life," Prof. X pointed out dryly.
That was a rather pointed wake-up call.
The most powerful mutant leader, both in mutant power and in political power, rolled his wheelchair away from the table and set off down the sidewalk before Phil thought of what to say in response.
Well, okay then.
Time to stop with the self-pity and get on with saving the world.