Chapter 49

Arc 5 - Ch 2: Not My Girlfriend

Date: Sunday, May 29, 2011.

Location: 177A Bleecker St., Greenwich Village, Manhattan, NY

The sun had barely begun to light up the New York skyline when Tyson started his day. His first stop was McNulty's Tea & Coffee Company on Christopher Street, a cozy shop with a warm, inviting aroma. Here, he picked up a special blend of tea, one the Ancient One had taken a liking to. It seemed odd to him that she would ask him to bring it considering its proximity to the Sanctum. Along with the tea, Tyson also picked up a large, beautifully potted bouquet of roses on the way, wondering about the significance of the Ancient One's peculiar request.

As he approached the New York Sanctum, Tyson couldn't help but remember his first visit. The memory of Master Drumm denying him entry brought a slight smile to his face. Entering the Sanctum, Tyson was greeted by an unexpected sight. The sitting room was arranged with a lavish spread of food; a breakfast buffet with dishes from all corners of the globe. Despite the array of choices, only two chairs were set up, one of which was occupied by the Ancient One.

The Ancient One stood up as Tyson entered. She extended her hand in greeting. Normally, Tyson avoided handshakes due to his life-draining ability, but he knew the Sorcerer Supreme had the means to circumvent his deadly touch. As he accepted her hand, there was no flinch from her, nor did he receive the usual rush of memories and power from the contact.

"Thank you for coming, Tyson," she said, her voice holding a tone of both warmth and wisdom. "I see you brought the tea... and the flowers. How thoughtful."

As Tyson set the potted roses on the table, he reached behind his back and produced a single yellow-orange rose, handing it to the Ancient One. "For you," he said. "It matches your robes."

The Ancient One accepted the rose, "As I wrote, the simplest gestures hold more meaning than we realize," she said, her eyes reflecting a hint of something hidden beneath the surface.

They sat down to eat, and as they began their meal, the Ancient One engaged Tyson in casual conversation. "How is your schooling going, Tyson?" she asked.

Tyson replied, "I'm keeping up with my grades. All A's so far."

"And your hobbies?" she continued, sipping her tea gracefully.

"I've been taking Martial Arts lessons at Chikara Dojo in Chinatown. My instructor, Colleen, has been great," Tyson explained, "She's taught me a lot."

The Ancient One nodded, "You know the secret of their scholarships?" she inquired with a hint of curiosity.

Tyson answered confidently, "Yes. I rejected their scholarship but had an altercation with them last month. They tested me. Now they're keeping an eye on me, and I'm keeping an eye on them. Nothing to worry about."

Their conversation shifted to Tyson's show. The Ancient One mentioned that she had read great reviews about it. Tyson's expression lit up, "Yeah, it's been an experience putting it together, and it helps my friend, Spiderman."

"Ah yes, a Spiderman," the Ancient One remarked, her voice taking on a peculiar tone.

Tyson was intrigued by her phrasing. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if there was more to her words than a grammatical error. The Ancient One’s knowledge was vast, and her use of "a Spiderman" rather than "Spiderman" hinted at a deeper knowledge of the world than Tyson had expected.

Tyson ventured, "You know about Cindy Moon?"

The Ancient One answered cryptically, "I know a great many things."

As they continued their meal, the atmosphere was casual with an ever-present undertone of unspoken knowledge. "Now that our breakfast has concluded, our other guest should be arriving."

Tyson heard the sound of the heavy doors that sealed the portals between the sanctums opening with his heightened senses. Footsteps echoed down the stairs until another figure appeared at the room's threshold.

Illyana Rasputin.

Tyson's ex-girlfriend.

Illyana wore form-fitting robes that accentuated her lithe, yet undeniably strong figure. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and around her neck hung a simple pendant.

"Tyson," Illyana greeted, Russian accent lent an exotic edge to her words.

Tyson experienced a complex cocktail of emotions. His eyes briefly traced the familiar contours of her face, memories surfacing unbidden, both sweet and painful. The Ancient One observed their exchange silently. She seemed to understand the history and emotion at play, yet remained detached.

Illyana's voice pierced the heavy emotions painting the room. “So, I hear from Jubilee about your escapades,” Illyana began, a teasing glint in her eyes. She leaned against the doorframe, “She says you have a new girlfriend.”

Illyana's comment drew a surprised look from Tyson. He mumbled, "Not my girlfriend…"

“Jubilee says she's a platinum blonde,” Illyana continued, “It’s almost like you’re trying hard to keep some memory of me alive.” She raised an eyebrow, her playful smirk softening slightly.

Tyson opened his mouth to respond but then closed it, opting instead to smile sheepishly. He recognized Illyana’s teasing for what it was.

Illyana let out a soft chuckle. “You should have just dated Jubilee. She’s cute, single, totally infatuated with you, and she’s Asian. If I remember correctly that’s your type, yes?” Her words were laced with humor and affection.

At this, Tyson couldn't help but laugh. Standing up, he crossed the room and pulled Illyana into a hug. It was a warm, genuine embrace. Illyana returned the hug, her body relaxing into him. For a moment, they stood there, finding peace in each other's arms.

The Ancient One watched them, her expression softening ever so slightly.

As they stepped back from the embrace, the atmosphere in the room felt lighter. Illyana's sincerity shone as she said, “It’s good to see you, Tyson.”

“Good to see you too, Illyana,” Tyson replied genuinely.

Tyson grabbed the flowers from the table and extended the potted bouquet to Illyana, glad for the Ancient One’s suggestion to bring them. Illyana accepted the bouquet. “They're beautiful, Thank you." Turning to the Ancient One, who was still seated and sipping her tea, Illyana explained, “Initiates like myself aren't normally allowed to use the portals. I’ve been progressing with my training, so she’s given me a free day.”

“So, what do you want to do on your day off?” Tyson asked.

Illyana placed the flower pot on the table before answering, “I’d like to see Jubilee, and meet your new girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. Felicia is just a friend, and we’re business partners,” Tyson clarified, but Illyana just continued, undeterred.

“And after that, let’s go to the beach,” Illyana suggested.

“That’ll be a tight schedule, even with your teleporting,” Tyson noted, considering the logistics. “Felicia isn’t far, but Jubilee is in Scarsdale and the beach… Maybe Rockaway? Probably Rye, it's closer but small.”

“Won’t be a problem,” Illyana said confidently. Illyana gestured dismissively, opening a portal to Limbo with her mutant powers. The lights in the sanctum dimmed and took on a red hue, reminiscent of a warning beacon or siren.

"How many times must I ask you not to open portals to other dimensions within the wards?" the Ancient One sighed in exasperation.

"My mistake, Sorcerer Supreme," Illyana apologized insincerely.

Tyson turned to the Ancient One and said, "Thank you for your hospitality." He shared an anticipatory look with Illyana before stepping through the portal, leaving the sanctum behind. In the span of a few portals and jumps, they emerged into the lavish suite at the Four Seasons Hotel.

Illyana glanced around, commenting, "The place hasn't changed much. Could use a woman's touch."

Tyson replied without thinking, "You are the only woman who has lived here."

Her playful skepticism was evident as she responded with a simple "Uh huh." Illyana's gaze softened. "I just wanted a moment to look around," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Good memories, you know." She stepped closer to him, entering his personal space. Her voice lowered, intimate and probing. "How much did you miss me?"

He didn’t back away, meeting her advance. "A lot," Tyson admitted. "The first month was rough, but I got through."

Her voice was a whisper now, close enough that he felt her breath. "Have you made any progress at controlling your power?"

He sighed, frustration was mixed with regret in his eyes. "I’ve gotten better with illusions. But my touch... I haven't improved since we last saw each other."

"That’s too bad," she said playfully. Illyana gave him a quick kiss, then stepped back, a hint of disappointment in her expression. "I was hoping for more fun, but I can't reward you for not making progress."

Tyson, who had been leaning into their closeness, felt a sudden sense of deflation as she pulled away. "Fair enough," he conceded, trying to mask his disappointment. "So, do we go see Jubilee first, or Felicia?"

Illyana reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small, intricately designed object. Tyson’s eyes narrowed as he observed the item. It was a ring, but not just any ring. The metal was a dull gold, aged yet well-crafted. Intricate patterns and symbols were etched into its surface.

“It’s called a sling ring. It allows me to open portals nearly anywhere.” Illyana twirled the sling ring on her finger, “Ready for a magical day out?” she asked as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Illyana tossed the ring to him. "You choose who we visit first," she said casually. Holding the sling ring, Tyson felt uncertain. "If you can't learn to control your power, you might as well get a head start on learning magic," she suggested.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Tyson asked, his brow furrowed in concern. In his mind, he recalled the Ancient One's words about not starting his magical training until after the Battle of New York. He tried to remember the exact details. Was it that he couldn’t learn at all, or just that he couldn’t go to Kamar Taj? The specifics of the Ancient One's mandate eluded him. Illyana was unaware of this restriction and believed he would start learning magic in less than a month, at the end of the school year.

"It's not like they keep trackers on the things." Illyana shrugged, "Well, it's either you figure it out, or we're staying in this hotel room all day."

Tyson appeared behind Illyana. He wrapped an arm around her and whispered playfully in her ear, "I wouldn’t mind staying in the room with you all day."

But Illyana was quick to react. In a blink, she teleported to the other side of the room, breaking free from the illusion's embrace. "No touching," she said firmly. "Not even with illusions."

Tyson's illusion faded away. Illyana simply gestured towards the sling ring in his hand, prompting him to focus on his assigned task.

"Fine, I'll give it a shot," Tyson said grudgingly.

"Focus," she instructed in a tone reminiscent of a teacher guiding a student. "The sling ring channels your will. Visualize your destination clearly in your mind."

Tyson briefly recalled how Dr. Strange had struggled to learn this skill. If he recalled correctly, the doctor had failed to utilize magic initially because he failed to accept that magic could be real, and had difficulty in dismissing his years of education for the esoteric. Unlike Dr. Strange, Tyson already knew without a doubt that magic was real. He slipped the ring onto his finger, feeling a strange tingle of energy. Closing his eyes, Tyson focused on visualizing the arena at House of M. The detailed memory of the place filled his mind, every corner and shadow clear in his mental image.

"Now, wave your hand," Illyana instructed, "Make a circle in the air." Illyana's presence was both reassuring and commanding as she continued her guidance. "Your movement must be smooth," she added, demonstrating with her own hand. "Imagine drawing a door in the air. The ring responds to intention, so your desire to reach the destination must be strong and clear."

Tyson watched her movement, trying to mirror it in his own attempt. He extended his hand, and as he moved, he tried to keep his thoughts focused, remembering the texture of the walls and the feel of the air in the arena.

"Concentration is key," Illyana emphasized, "You can't be distracted. Imagine every detail of the place. Feel as if you're already there." Tyson sharpened the image of the arena in his mind. "Good, keep going," Illyana urged him. "Feel the energy of the sling ring. It's a bridge between your will and the fabric of reality. You're bending that fabric, connecting where you are and where you're visualizing."

The notion of bending reality seemed overwhelming, yet the tingling sensation from the sling ring made it feel possible, even natural. He continued to move his hand, more confidently now, his mind wrapped around the idea of pulling the distant location closer with each circular motion. As he focused, Illyana's presence seemed to fade into the background, his entire being concentrated on the task at hand. His hand moved with more purpose, his mind locked onto the vision of the arena.

As Tyson continued, something remarkable happened. Tiny sparks began to appear in the air where his hand moved. They grew brighter, coalescing into a shimmering circle. The sparks danced and twirled, creating a swirling vortex that grew in size.

Illyana watched as Tyson's will brought the magic to life. Through the portal, Tyson could see the armory's arena, just as he had visualized it.

"Well done," Illyana said, her tone carrying a hint of pride. "I didn’t expect you to pick it up so fast." Though she didn't voice it, she felt a twinge of jealousy. She had struggled with the sling ring initially. Seeing Tyson master it so quickly sparked both envy and hope for his magical talents.

"Using illusions is all about visualization. Picturing where I want to go is child's play at this point," he explained.

As they stepped through the portal, Tyson's excitement was evident. "Welcome to the House of M," he declared, his eyes sparkling with a sense of achievement.

Illyana scanned the empty arena, her expression shifting from anticipation to mild disappointment. "I was expecting more," she admitted.

In that moment, the arena transformed.

The emptiness gave way to a bustling cityscape. They stood on a rooftop in midtown, the skyline stretching around them. The wind tugged playfully at Illyana's hair, bringing with it the distinct smells of the city below; a mixture of food, asphalt, and the faint, underlying scent of the river. The sounds of traffic, distant conversations, and the rhythmic beat of the city filled her ears.

Beside them, Spider-Man swung onto the roof.

Illyana's eyes widened in amazement, her senses overwhelmed by the authenticity of the illusion. "You have gotten better," she acknowledged, her voice laced with genuine surprise.

"Yeah, he gets a lot of practice," Spider-Man chimed in.

"It's like second nature now," Tyson said. The ease with which he had created this vivid, immersive world was a testament to his growing control and mastery over his powers.

Illyana looked around, taking in every detail.

The feel of the rooftop beneath her feet, the chill of the wind against her skin, the intricate web patterns on Spider-Man's suit.

This wasn't just an illusion; it was a piece of Tyson's world, brought to life with remarkable clarity.

Tyson suggested, "Come on, let's go meet Felicia."

He confidently walked towards a door on the roof and passed through it. Illyana followed, stepping into a long hallway that seamlessly transitioned into a staircase.

The illusion maintained its grip on reality, altering only slightly as they moved.

Curiosity colored Illyana's voice. "How are you doing this?" she inquired, her eyes scanning the surroundings, intrigued.

Tyson explained, "Part of it is a trick of the mind," he began. "The rest is about shaping the illusion to fit the real building’s structure." As he relaxed his focus, the illusion partially faded, revealing it as an overlay upon the actual hallway. The spectral images of Tyson's illusion covered over the walls. Letting Illyana see both the illusion and reality at the same time, giving her insight into how he was tricking her senses.

Tyson then shared a key detail. "This level of immersion," he said, "it's much easier because we made eye contact and you’re not resisting. It's more taxing with someone who is fighting." He mentioned, "Jean wasn't fooled by my illusions until we made eye contact and she allowed me in. So, powerful psychics might be unaffected or easily see through the deception. And you remember how they flat out didn't work on some of the demons in Limbo." he added.

Illyana's voice held a note of confusion as she questioned, "I don't understand how you've grown so adept with illusions, yet seem unable to restrain your life drain even for a moment."

Frustration seeped into Tyson's reply. "It's not as if I haven't tried. I've been visiting a pet store and purchasing boxes of live crickets. While some are intended as food for my pet spider, I use most of the insects to practice reining in my power. Despite the hundreds of dead crickets, I haven't made any progress in holding back."

Illyana's tone softened slightly as she responded, "Don't give up. When I first started learning to use the sling ring I struggled too. Remember how upset I was when I returned from Kamar Taj last summer? Each time I tried to use the sling ring, I would teleport instead. It took practice before I was able to separate my power from magic." She paused. When she continued, a hint of admiration tinged her tone, "I suspected you might have a similar problem. I expected you would conjure an illusion, not open a portal with the ring. Yet you surprised me."

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Tyson's eyes flashed with accusation, "Wait… So you assumed I wouldn't be able to use the ring?"

Illyana brushed off his comment dismissively. "Don't take it personally."

Tyson knocked on a door at the end of the hall. From the other side, a beautiful voice beckoned them, "Come on in."

The door swung open, revealing a hidden room untouched by Tyson's illusions. Illyana found herself stepping into a stylish lounge, its ambiance chic and intimate. The space catered to private conversations and discreet meetings with its arrangement of plush chairs and secluded booths.

Felicia Hardy lounged against the bar, exuding relaxed confidence and charm. Her elegant attire accentuated her casual magnetism. Felicia assessed Illyana with playful curiosity. Illyana met Felicia's look with a cool, guarded expression. She acknowledged the other woman's presence but revealed nothing. While Felicia appeared completely at ease, Illyana remained alert, taking in details of the room and its sole occupant.

Tyson stood between the two women. He cleared his throat, breaking the tension that crackled in the air. "Felicia, I'd like you to meet my friend, Illyana," he began cautiously, thinking through each word before speaking. "Illyana, this is Felicia Hardy, a friend, classmate, and business partner. She manages the House of M, while I run the performances."

He emphasized the word 'friend' equally for both women, hoping to maintain calm and generate goodwill between them. Though he called them both friends, Tyson and they both knew there was far more complexity below the surface.

"Tyson always manages to find interesting company," Felicia remarked casually, her gaze moving between Tyson and Illyana. It was a subtle test, intended to get a reaction from the other woman.

Illyana's expression remained cool, "I can see that," she replied, her voice taking on a sarcastic edge. "He does seem to have a type. Blondes, yes?" She flicked her eyes pointedly at Felicia's platinum hair, then briefly at Tyson.

Unfazed, Felicia leaned back against the bar, the picture of relaxed confidence. She ran a hand lazily through her alabaster locks, arrogance and challenge evident in her posture. "So it seems," she purred, her tone unmistakably defiant.

Though the conversation appeared polite on the surface, the two women's body language revealed the growing tension. Felicia stood relaxed and flirtatious, while Illyana was rigid with her shoulders squared. Their tones exposed their intentions. Felicia's was smooth and melodic, every word selected to tease and test her rival. Illyana's responses were more direct, and blunt yet layered with subtle meaning. Tyson watched the exchange with fascination. He knew both women well enough to detect the undercurrents of rivalry flowing between them.

The tension in the room thickened subtly as Felicia Hardy shifted the direction of the conversation, "You know, Tyson. I've been managing your business affairs lately. Keeping the books balanced, the money flowing..." She let her words trail off leadingly as her emerald eyes flicked toward Illyana, standing firm across the room. "Funny thing is, I haven't seen you around before. And I've been... close with Tyson for months now."

Illyana held her ground, expression unchanged. "Mirage isn't the only one here with powers," she stated bluntly. As a demonstration, she disappeared from where she stood, only to reappear an instant later several feet away. It was a subtle display, but effective; a clear showcase of her capabilities.

"I've been away," Illyana continued, "But Tyson wouldn't be standing here now if it weren't for me." Her ice-blue eyes remained locked on Felicia's as she spoke, "I saved him from a villain once. Who knows where he'd be without me."

Felicia reassessed the woman. "Teleportation? Quite the trick," she remarked finally, "Handy for making dramatic entrances...or hasty exits."

Illyana's response was blunt. "It's more than a trick," she said steadily. "It's about being there when it matters. Like I was for Tyson."

Tyson had enjoyed the cattiness between the two women to a point, but they were quickly reaching the line. He stepped between them, and when he reached the midway point, his image split. Using his illusions, one of him approached each woman. He said through both bodies, to both women simultaneously, "You both mean a great deal to me."

Felicia arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the Tyson illusion standing before her. "Is that so?" She reached out, trailing a finger along the illusion's jawline. "And just how much do I mean to you, hmm?"

The Tyson addressing Illyana spoke with sincerity, "You're right. I wouldn't be here without you." His eyes shone with genuine affection and gratitude. "You might be the only person who could've rescued me from Magneto. Not only that, but you helped me through being controlled, and supported me when I proposed that crazy idea about Cerebro."

Illyana regarded the illusion warily. After a moment, she replied coolly, "I'm glad you recognize that." The edge to her voice softened, shifting to a fond challenge. "Just be sure you don't forget it."

Across the room, Felicia laughed lightly at the Tyson before her. "You always did have a way with words," she murmured, trailing her fingers along his chest now. Her touch was light, teasing. "And I know that's not all you can do with that pretty mouth."

The Tyson with Illyana continued, "You know how I feel about you," he said, reaching out to take her hand. His touch was warm and reassuring. "I hope you can trust that."

Illyana's expression flickered, a brief glimpse of vulnerability crossing her beautiful features before she schooled them back into an impassive mask. Across the room, the illusion of Tyson faded away as Felicia stepped around where it had been. The other illusion, of Tyson speaking with Illyana, dissolved as well, leaving the real Tyson alone between the two women.

Tyson's hands flexed at his sides, "I have to keep the world at arm's length, literally," he said, his voice low and rough, "because my power is so dangerous. But I've let both of you in. I care about you both and you have played important roles in my life."

Illyana and Felicia stood nearly within arm's reach of Tyson now. Felicia spoke first, addressing Illyana, her usual sultry nature taking a backseat to earnest honesty. "Before we hooked up, he told me his whole story. He didn't leave anything out, including about you and how you saved him." Her voice took on a note of wonder. "The way he talked about you, you seemed larger than life. Like this superhero ex-girlfriend that I would never be able to measure up to. I was..." She hesitated, then pushed on. "I am jealous because, on top of that, you're gorgeous too. It's not even fair, how's a girl supposed to compete? But I'm also thankful. Because if you hadn't saved him, he never would have found me. He saved me from a bad situation. So thank you, Illyana."

Illyana stood for a moment in stunned silence. When she spoke, her tone shifted to one that bordered on camaraderie. "Tyson can be a handful," she said, "Seems like he needs people like us around." Her gaze held a glint of understanding as she regarded the other woman. "People who can handle themselves, and him."

Felicia smiled at Illyana's concession. "Well, looks like we both have our ways of... managing Tyson."

Illyana's lips quirked upwards slightly. "Tell me about it," she murmured. She gave Felicia another considering look, reassessing the woman. There was more steel in her than Illyana had first realized. Perhaps she was worthy of him after all. She gave a small nod, a flicker of respect flashing in her eyes. "Takes a certain type to keep up with him."

Felicia replied, "Keep up? I almost beat him in a race in gym class once. I didn't know the cheater had superpowers at the time."

Felicia's remark drew a laugh from Illyana, though there was an edge to it that spoke of old memories. "I almost killed him during gym class once," she said.

Felicia's eyes lit up, intrigued. "Ooh, tell me more about that one," she insisted, leaning forward. She had to hear whatever story lay behind Illyana's words.

Illyana recalled the memory, "It was during a basketball game," she began. "I touched him and felt his life drain. At that moment, I was convinced he had used his powers against me intentionally."

Her words dripped with remembered anger. "So I retaliated. I opened a portal and banished him straight to Limbo. Dropped him from a good height too."

Tyson let out a low chuckle. "And then I spent the next month with you hunting demons, which you paid me for by modeling lingerie." His nonchalance only seemed to amuse Illyana.

Illyana's words held a teasing lilt as she regarded Tyson, "I don't know which is your greatest weakness. That metal skeleton of yours against someone like Magneto, or a pretty girl needing your help?" She clicked her tongue and shook her head in mock disapproval. "Lord have mercy if you ever come across a villain that just so happens to be a pretty woman."

Tyson's eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm not that bad," he protested after a moment, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Both Illyana and Felicia responded in unison, their words overlapping. "Yes, you are." Tyson let out a hearty laugh at their gentle ribbing and agreement.

"Alright, I'll be sure to watch out for any sexy villains that cross my path," he conceded easily, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Felicia shook her head, her white hair swaying with the motion. "Please don't," she implored, "Just close your eyes. Don't look."

"Make the illusion of yourself being blind if you must," Illyana added. Though her words were lighthearted, there was an undertone of genuine concern in her voice. She knew all too well how soft-hearted Tyson was when presented with a pretty face.

In the silence that followed, Tyson turned his attention to Felicia. His amusement vanished, replaced by intent. "Before I forget, I need you to contact our financial manager. I want to short Oscorp stock, to put all of our available capital into puts against them."

Felicia stared back at him, confusion evident. "Puts?" she asked uncertainly. Her lack of familiarity with the financial term was clear in her tone.

"Puts are essentially a bet that a stock price will fall. I have reason to believe Oscorp is in for a steep decline very soon." Tyson explained, "I publicly undermined Oscorp's reputation during that Senate hearing. And I saw in the schedule for the Stark Expo that one of Oscorp's scientists, Dr. Octavius will be making a clean energy presentation. My instincts are telling me it will be a disaster for them."

Comprehension dawned in Felicia's eyes. Though unfamiliar with puts, she trusted Tyson's judgment implicitly. She knew Tyson would not make a large gamble with their money without good cause. "Alright then, consider it done," Felicia declared, resolve steeling her voice. "I'll call the finance manager as soon as we finish here."

The subtle undertone of rivalry between Illyana and Felicia had softened as their conversation progressed. As they prepared to part ways, Felicia extended a hand toward Illyana, "Until we meet again, Illyana. It seems we have more in common than we initially thought."

Illyana clasped the offered hand. Her pale fingers encircled Felicia's, "Until next time, Felicia," she replied, her accented voice low. "And yes, maybe we do."

Turning away from Felicia, Illyana strode confidently towards Tyson. Her eyes, reflecting a complex mix of boldness, desire, and unspoken emotions, locked onto his. With an almost theatrical motion, she wrapped one arm around his waist and the other gently around the back of his neck. Tyson allowed himself to be pulled down to her level, their lips meeting in a deep kiss that was as much Illyana claiming her territory as it was a moment of intimate connection. The kiss lingered, intense and hungry. Tyson felt caught up in the moment, a surge of conflicting emotions washing over him as thoughts of his past mingled with the passion of their embrace, and Illyana's feelings and memories rushed into his own.

Wanting to get the last word in, Felicia called out, "So much passion between you two, it's kinda hot. Mind if I join in?"

Illyana broke the kiss, though kept her body pressed close to Tyson's. Casting a final, smoldering glare back at Felicia, she breathed, "Not this time."

Illyana's mutant power came to life, enveloping her and Tyson. With a flash, the pair vanished, teleporting away. Their abrupt departure left a tangible void in the room. Across the lounge, Felicia watched them go, her expression a carefully crafted mask of indifference, yet her eyes betrayed a flicker of grudging respect, rivalry, and perhaps a hint of kinship. As a connoisseur of dramatic exits herself, she could appreciate Illyana's flair.

"Maybe next time then," Felicia murmured to herself with a chuckle. Alone now, Felicia shook her head, smiling. "So dramatic," she said under her breath as she turned to call their financial manager.

Tyson found himself back in the familiar arena of House of M, still reeling from the sudden portal jump and the heated kiss with Illyana that preceded it. He processed the rush of her power and her memories that flowed into him. He tried to use those insights to decipher the meaning behind her words and actions.

"What was that about?" he asked, thinking he understood, but wanted to hear her explanation.

Illyana staggered, the lingering kiss having drained her more than she cared to admit. Though Tyson's power didn't cause her the agonizing, soul-sucking pain that others felt, it still took its toll. Her already fair skin looked paler now, and she leaned heavily against Tyson for support as she gathered herself to answer.

"It was a reminder," Illyana declared. "A reminder of our past, what I'm capable of, and what she's up against." She met Tyson's gaze unwaveringly despite her weakness. "Don't forget, we're not ordinary people. And if Felicia intends to remain close to you, she cannot remain ordinary either."

Illyana drew a shaky breath, summoning her strength. "She must understand what she will contend with if she wants to stand at your side." Her eyes flashed with conviction. "I will not see you hurt again as you were before. If Felicia cannot handle the truth of us, cannot embrace the fullness of who we are, then she is not worthy of you."

She stood up straighter and extended her slender hand towards him, palm upturned in expectation. "Now, give me the ring."

Still perplexed, Tyson retrieved the ring from his pocket and placed it in her waiting hand. He mumbled, "I don't know if I'd call Felicia ordinary." But he couldn't help asking, "Are you mad at me?"

Illyana rolled her eyes, a hint of exasperation creeping into her voice. "You're such a boy. No, of course not. I like your new girlfriend. I just know you're going to be difficult about this, so I'm taking matters into my own hands."

"She's not my girlfriend", Tyson reiterated, reflexively. Comprehension slowly dawned across his features. "Wait...you like her?" he asked incredulously. He shook his head in disbelief. "That was you liking her?"

Illyana gave a small shrug, amusement glinting in her eyes. "I do."

"But you're always so..." Tyson trailed off, gesturing vaguely with one hand as he searched for the right word.

"So…" Illyana continued, "I was so… What?" she asked threateningly.

Tyson winced. "I was going to say intense."

With every woman Tyson touched, he gained flashes of insight into their lives. He gained their memories, thoughts, feelings, and experiences, albeit temporarily. Despite all the things that he'd felt and lived through their memories, things no normal man could understand… Women continued to elude him. He shook his head ruefully. "I'm never going to fully understand women, am I?"

Illyana shrugged, "Probably not. But I suppose that's part of what makes us interesting."

"Hold on..." he trailed off as he processed the rest of what Illyana had said earlier. "Why would I be difficult? What are you going to do that I'm not going to like?"

Without answering, Illyana spun a circle with her hand wearing the sling ring and conjured a swirling portal. She grabbed Tyson and pulled him through the gateway. The portal snapped shut behind them, leaving no time for Tyson to gain his bearings or recognize their new surroundings.

Tyson found himself in a small dormitory room divided neatly in two by the contrasting personalities of its inhabitants. One half was tidy and orderly. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over stacked textbooks and notebooks, while highlighters, and pens were arranged in a rainbow of colors along the desk's edge. The other half was its opposite. Posters haphazardly adorned the walls, displaying anime characters and fantastical scenes. A well-worn gaming chair faced a monitor flashing with colors, controllers strewn across the floor amidst discarded clothes and snack wrappers.

As Tyson took in the dichotomy, realization struck. He knew this room, he'd spent days hanging out here, relaxing, playing videogames.

This was Jubilee and Jean's room.

He was back at Xavier's Institute.

Panic flared within him and he hissed in a low, urgent tone, as if trying to avoid drawing attention to himself. "Illyana, what the hell? I thought we were going to meet Jubes at the train station or something. You know I can't be here after what I did!"

Before Illyana could respond, a surprised "Eeep!" drew Tyson's attention. He turned comically slowly to see Jubilee in the doorway. She stood frozen, clutching the towel tightly around her petite frame. She'd just stepped out of the shower, her short black hair was damp and tousled, tendrils curling against her slender neck. The last thing she expected was to find Tyson and Illyana in her room, uninvited and unannounced.

"Jubes!" Illyana exclaimed, seemingly unfazed by Jubilee's state of undress, as if their sudden appearance was perfectly normal.

"Illyana, what the—?" she started, but her protest was cut short as Illyana embraced her in a tight hug. Jubilee's arms hung limply at her sides for a moment, her mind struggling to process the situation. Slowly, she returned the hug, her confusion and annoyance melting into a reluctant amusement.

As Jubilee stepped back from Illyana's embrace, her eyes flicked to Tyson's imposing form. The realization that she stood before him in nothing but a towel hit her. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat spreading across her face and down her neck.

"Uh, Tyson?" Jubilee stammered, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. She'd always harbored a crush on him. But now, caught off guard and vulnerable, she found herself torn between the desire to shy away and the yearning for his attention.

Tyson shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room. But before he could even conjure the thought of escaping, Illyana's authoritative voice halted him in his tracks. "I know you're thinking about teleporting away. Don't you dare," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

Illyana turned to Jubilee, "You know if he leaves, he isn't coming back," she explained. Jubilee's gaze flicked between Illyana and Tyson, curiosity and apprehension warring within her. She knew Illyana was right. Tyson had explained why he left the institute to her and Jean. If Tyson left now, he might never return.

"Uhh... fine, but what are you doing here?" Jubilee asked, her bewilderment clear. She couldn't fathom why they'd decided to drop in unannounced, especially when she was in such a compromising position.

Illyana, rummaging heedlessly through Jean's drawers, answered, "We're going to the beach. Get a bathing suit," she stated matter-of-factly, as if planning an impromptu beach trip was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Jubilee blinked, her mind struggling to keep up with Illyana's proclamation. A beach trip? Now? The thought sent a thrill coursing through her body, though it was quickly chased by a swell of nervous energy. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, nor the allure of spending time together at the beach, and maybe catching his eye. Yet the history between them gave her pause. She and Illyana had not always been friends. Their bond had formed only after Jubilee offered the use of her powers against the demon, Azazel. Since then, even with Illyana halfway across the world, the two spoke regularly and had quickly become close. From the beginning, Illyana had known of Jubilee's feelings for Tyson. And after their touch, when her memories flooded into him, there was no doubt Tyson knew as well.

As Jubilee's thoughts continued to race, she took a deep, steadying breath. This impromptu trip had clearly been Illyana's idea. If she was initiating it, despite their complicated history, she must be comfortable with the situation. Jubilee felt herself begin to relax. Illyana would not have suggested this if she had any concerns. And while the circumstances were far from ideal, the opportunity to spend time with Tyson was too tempting to pass up. Jubilee made up her mind; she would go to the beach.

As Illyana continued to rifle through her roommate's belongings, Jubilee's initial trepidation began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of excitement. This was an opportunity, she realized. A chance to be near Tyson, to show him a different side of herself. She glanced down at the towel wrapped around her body, a sudden burst of confidence surging through her. She had nothing to be ashamed or shy about.

Tyson stood awkwardly, his back partially turned as Illyana rummaged unabashedly through Jean's drawers.

"Why are you going through Jean's things?" Tyson asked, a note of reproach entering his voice.

Illyana didn't even glance up, her focus intent on the contents of the drawer. "I'm getting a bathing suit," she replied, her tone brooking no argument.

Uncertainty flickered in Jubilee's eyes as she glanced between Tyson and Illyana. The situation felt surreal. Sensing, yet misinterpreting Jubilee's hesitation, Illyana added lightly, "Don't worry, he's honest. If he peeks, I'll drop him in Limbo again." Her words sounded playful but there was an undercurrent of seriousness that made it unclear if she was joking or not.

Hearing the thinly veiled threat, Tyson obediently turned his back fully. With a wave of his hand, an illusionary brick wall materialized, separating him from the girls.

"I know you can see through that wall," Illyana called out, her voice a mix of teasing and warning. "No peeking!"

Tyson was abashed at being called out. He hadn't intended on peeking at the girls, but couldn't fault Illyana for threatening him for Jubilee's sake. He made no move to dispel the illusion and would respect their privacy despite his ability to circumvent it.

The room filled with the sounds of rustling clothes and muffled conversation as Jubilee hurried to grab her own swimsuit. She still cast occasional glances at the illusory barrier, torn between amusement and exasperation at the bizarre situation unfolding in her bedroom.

Tyson turned around to face the two young women once they were dressed. His eyes were immediately drawn to their striking figures. Jubilee stood in a sunny yellow one-piece swimsuit that hugged her athletic build, showcasing her toned physique. Illyana presented a stark yet alluring contrast in her bold, black two-piece. The simple yet elegant swimsuit perfectly suited her fair, porcelain-like skin.

Tyson's gaze lingered on Jubilee, taking in the new, shorter hairstyle that framed her face. "I see you've cut your hair. It looks nice," he said.

A faint blush rose on Jubilee's cheeks at the unexpected compliment. Though they had not seen each other for some weeks, he had recalled such a minor detail about her appearance. She ran a hand self-consciously through her dark locks, pleased that he had noticed the change. "Thanks," she said, offering him a shy smile.

Illyana watched the exchange with muted amusement, her pale blue eyes moving between the two of them. She wondered if Tyson realized the effect his praise had on her friend.

Jubilee tried to shake off the effects of his complement. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked between Tyson and Illyana. "So, what's next?" she asked, her voice bubbly with anticipation.

Illyana nonchalantly removed the sling ring from her finger and casually tossed it to Tyson. "Pick a beach. I haven't been to any good ones," she stated flatly with a shrug of her shoulders.

Tyson deftly caught the ring, rolling the metal band between his fingers thoughtfully as a realization dawned on him. He recalled a special event happening this very day, that was conveniently close to the beach. Grabbing the remote from Jubilee, he turned on the television and flipped through the channels until he found the broadcast he sought.

An aerial view of the picturesque Mediterranean coastline and a winding race course.

"Have either of you been to Europe before?" Tyson asked. Keeping his focus on the image on the screen, he filled in the gaps in the destination with memories from the Marvel movie of his past life. He swirled his arm, conjuring a shimmering, oval portal. The rift revealed a sunny beach with sparkling azure waters.

Stepping through the portal, the three were greeted by warm, salty sea air. The beach was a breathtaking panorama of golden sands and sapphire waters, bustling with the lively energy of a sun-kissed paradise. The soothing sounds of waves gently lapping at the shore mingled with the distant chatter of beachgoers. The revving of powerful engines could be heard emanating from the distance. Tyson spread his arms wide, turning to the two young women with a grin. "Welcome to Monaco!" he announced.

— Rogue Replacement —

AN: If you havent voted in Tyson’s next power poll on the Pat re on, you should do that this week. Fair chance i’ll finish Arc 6 before next week’s chapter update, at which point the poll will close. Doesn’t cost anything to vote. Only 1 vote separates the top two choices as of this posting!

Behind the scenes

- In my outline, this was the shortest chapter, and I thought I'd have to combine this day with one of the others. But just kept going, and going… and ended up being the longest chapter I wrote for this story. Ultimately I had to split it into two chapters, and it still ended up being a decent length.