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Afternoon – Xavier Institute

Jean left the gates of the Institute alone. Only two people accompanied her outside: Professor Xavier and Logan.

None of the other X-Men knew about her departure yet, and that was intentional. Charles had decided to keep it a secret for now.

After watching her disappear over the horizon, Logan silently pushed Charles's wheelchair back inside. In the past, this task had belonged to Jean.

"It's about time you found a new assistant, Charles," Logan grumbled.

"Logan, would you be interested in—" the Professor began hopefully.

"Don't even finish that sentence," Logan cut him off immediately.

"I'm not interested."

Facing such direct rejection, Charles merely smiled, resigned. Along the way, a few young mutants waved at them, receiving a gentle nod in return.

Back in the principal's office, just as Logan was about to leave, the Professor stopped him.

"Logan, wait a second."

"Charles, I already said no," Logan replied impatiently.

"It's not about that," Xavier said, keeping his voice calm.

"Now that the X-Men and the Brotherhood are beginning to cooperate... there's a delicate issue."

"Their identities," Logan crossed his arms, already annoyed.

"Way too sensitive for New York."

"Exactly. Do you see any alternative?"

Logan snorted, turned around, and flopped back down into a chair.

"There's no way."

The Professor's face hardened for a moment.

(I know there's no way, but did he have to be so blunt?)

"Then just say what you have in mind," Logan said suspiciously.

"Logan, you always expect the worst from me..." Charles smiled.

"I'd like you to be the link between us and the Brotherhood. A buffer, so to speak."

"A mediator, huh?"

"Exactly. We just need a chance. A first step to show that coexistence is possible."

Logan fell silent, digesting the words. The old man still had that glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if he truly believed the mutant factions could walk side by side someday.

"I'll think about it," Logan finally said, getting up.

As he left the office, Professor Xavier knew that, coming from Logan, that was as good as a yes.

"Good luck out there, Jean," he whispered to himself, gazing out the window.

Even though he was convinced she needed her freedom, Charles still felt a twinge of reluctance in letting her go.

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Arthur's House – Later That Night

At the dining table in the spacious house, Arthur sat next to Gwen and Jean.

"Seriously?" he said, surprised.

"Jean, you're moving in here?"

Even Gwen seemed excited by the idea.

Jean was the only one who knew Gwen was Spider-Woman, which meant Gwen would finally have someone else to share her secret with besides Arthur.

"Gwen, didn't you say your dad wouldn't let you leave the house yet?" Jean teased, raising an eyebrow.

Gwen smiled proudly and puffed out her chest.

"Ruby, demonstrate."

The holographic AI projected itself into the air, its red form shimmering like a futuristic figure.

[Gwen asked me to create a holographic projector. As long as no one tries to touch it, no one will notice she's not actually in her room,] Ruby explained.

Arthur widened his eyes but simply sighed.

"This is gonna backfire someday..."

Meanwhile, at the Stacy household...

Helen knocked on Gwen's bedroom door with a glass of warm milk and some cookies. She opened the door and saw her daughter pretending to be absorbed in a book.

"Gwen, time to get some rest," she said, placing the tray on the desk.

"Thanks, Mom."

Helen tiptoed down the stairs after leaving the milk and cookies for Gwen. She grabbed her cellphone off the couch and answered it before the third ring.

"George?" she said with a little smile, already expecting the reason for the call.

"She's still in her room, George," she said calmly.

"She hasn't left since coming back from dinner."

George's tense voice came from the other end:

'Are you sure? You know how she is.'

Helen laughed, shaking her head.

"George, please... Gwen is seventeen, not a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. You need to relax."

'Relax? She's my daughter! If she finds out I'm spying on her, she'll hate me.'

"Only if you get caught," Helen replied with a mischievous smile.

'Ugh~ By the way, while I was driving Gwen home... she told me she's dating someone.'

Helen burst into laughter, unable to hold it in.

"She finally told you, huh? Look at that."

George frowned on the other end.

'Wait a second... you already knew?'

"Of course I already knew, darling," she said, feigning surprise.

"Mothers have instincts for these things."

"Huh... instincts? Since when does your 'instinct' predict dating?"

"Since three days ago, when she came to me, sat on the couch with a guilty look and a bowl of ice cream," Helen said, amused.

"She was terrified to tell you."

George was silent for a moment.

"Three days?" he repeated, shocked.

"Why did she tell you and not me?"

"Maybe because I'm more approachable?" she teased.

"And also because you have a history of dramatic overreactions when it comes to your daughter's love life."

George grunted.

'I only asked the last boy's age. And if he had a criminal record. Typical dad stuff.'

"Yes, George. That was five years ago. The poor boy was thirteen. And he was her science fair partner."

George muttered something unintelligible, and Helen continued:

"But listen, Gwen spoke very highly of this boy. Very highly. She seemed... in love. And not in that silly teenage way. In a genuine way, you know?"

George sighed. He could already picture the look on his daughter's face.

"Did she tell you his name?" he asked, more seriously.

Helen hesitated for a moment, just for suspense.

"Took a while, but I got it out of her," she said triumphantly.

"Our daughter's boyfriend is... Arthur Morgan."

George stayed silent longer than Helen expected.

"George? Are you dead?"

'...You're kidding, right?'

"Nope. And before you ask: yes, it's exactly the same name as the author of that book you've been obsessively reading. Chronicles of Ice and Fire, remember? You read it like three times."

George massaged his forehead.

"My God..." he murmured.

"Gwen has a signed copy. With a dedication! 'To Gwen, with affection. Arthur Morgan.' "

Helen tried to hold back but ended up bursting into laughter.

"Didn't you find it suspicious how she sighed every time she mentioned him?"

George was silent again, slowly piecing everything together.

"So... you're telling me the author of that book... is my daughter's boyfriend?"

"Apparently, yes," Helen said, still laughing.

"Now the real question is: coincidence or fate?"

George let out a heavy sigh.

"I... I'll focus on solving the Lizard case first. After that... I'll meet this Arthur Morgan personally."

Helen smiled on the other end of the line.

"Good idea. Just try not to treat it like an interrogation, okay?"

"I'll try," George said with a slight smile.

"But only if he doesn't write poetry on napkins."

"That alone would be a perfectly valid reason for suspicion," Helen agreed, laughing again.

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(End of the chapter)

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