Three days had passed since I took care of Stryker, Shaw, Mr. Sinister, and All For One. With them out of the picture, I no longer have a target on my back. Still gotta keep an eye out for that Sinister creep. He must have some clones out there.

Emma Frost decided to shut down the Hellfire Club's illegal activities and close the club temporarily to spend time with Chat. She wanted to end all operations, but I convinced her to keep the strip club running as a source of intel. If the government ever starts building Sentinels, we'll catch wind of it early and stop them. No updates from Natasha yet, though. I hope she's alright.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that after reading so many people's minds, I have found some hidden crates of cash, weapons, and drugs. Three days was enough to get them all.

There were also some bank lockers where they were keeping their money and other illegal property papers. So, I cleared them all. Emma took care of the illegal property papers and weapons, thanks to her connections. I took the drugs and made a list of those bastards who were still running outside and gave them to Yuri. She'll take care of them. Well, we made a shit ton of money. I took 70%, Emma took 20%... She wanted to give me all, but she did the hard work, so, she deserves it. As for the 10%... I donated to May Parker's orphanage through a fake name.

The Professor and I had a long talk about the current situation. He thinks with most major enemies gone, Magneto might make a move soon, especially since Shaw and Sinister are dead. He advised me to stay cautious but surprisingly didn't ask about what went down at the base. All he said was to be careful and not harm anyone who doesn't deserve it. I can work with that.

We also discussed healing his injuries and getting him back on his feet. I could transfer the healing factor to him, which might repair his damaged spine, but he seemed unsure. It worked on Psylocke's wounds, so, it will work on him too. I could see both hope and fear in his eyes—he was worried that once the healing factor wore off, he might lose the ability to walk again.

"So, have you thought about it?" I asked.

"Well, yes... but..." he hesitated.

"Wow, the great Professor Xavier is actually scared to take a risk," I teased. "It worked on Psylocke, so why not try it?"

He sighed. "You won't let this go, will you?"

"Nope," I said with a grin.

The Professor sighed, "Well, fine. We'll do it. I'm done with this wheelchair anyway. I won't lie, I want to run, walk, drive, you know. And maybe I could do all that again. Alright, let's do it."

"That's the spirit," I said. "Alright, here we go." I extended my arm toward him. He reached out his hand and touched my palm. Instantly, I transferred the healing factor to him.

He took a deep breath sitting up straight in the wheelchair. The healing factor should start working right away, so it's only a matter of time before all his wounds heal. The color returned to his face, the years of strain and suffering melting away. His spine began to straighten, muscles in his legs began twitching. He opened his eyes slowly, looking at me in disbelief and hope.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

He moved the wheelchair out from behind the desk into the open area, then took off his boots and moved his toes. "Hahaha, I can feel them!" he laughed. "It is like every bone and muscle in my body is suddenly fresh and ready for anything."

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Before I could say anything, he pressed his hands down on the armrests of the wheelchair and pushed himself upwards, standing up. A huge smile appeared on his face as he turned to stare at me, his eyes brimming with joy. But his knees buckled and he almost fell on his face. I was about to help him, but he gritted his teeth and stopped the fall himself.

"Stop! I'm alright. I need to do this myself, Aron," He told me, sweat trickling down the side of his face as his muscles trembled while trying to hold up his body. It's been years since he walked and even with the sudden healing, it'd take some time for him to get used to his legs again.

After several deep breaths, his body became more steady.

He took a few steps forward, very slowly and cautiously. His hands stretched out, and he managed to walk all the way to the end of the room, turn around and return. He stopped in front of me and sat back down on the wheelchair, panting, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"This is amazing," he said. "I never thought I could walk again."

"Told you it'd work," I said with a smile.

"I... I don't know how to thank you, Aron," The Prof. said, still smiling like an excited child.

"Well, don't get shot again, maybe? That'll be good enough for me," I suggested.

He chuckled, "I'll try not to."

"Oh, I almost forgot. You must have heard about our plan to go to the water park. You alright with that?" I asked.

"Absolutely, you all deserve some rest," the Prof. replied.

"Thanks, Prof," I said as I stood up. "Well, I'll see you later. And try to keep your running to a minimum. Your muscles still need to adjust, so don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, I will," he said.

....

[My room]

I took my laptop and lay on the bed. It was time to find a new place—something away from the mansion. After everything that went down, I needed a new house. Damn that Stryker bastard, destroying my peaceful life.

I started browsing listings in the city, looking for a place with enough space and privacy. This time I ain't holding back the money. I'm going to buy a nice house... A penthouse might be nice—somewhere with a view. I liked the idea of having a place that felt like a sanctuary, high above the city noise but still connected to it.

As I scrolled through the listings, a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Come in," I said, not taking my eyes off the screen.

The door opened, and Kitty and Jean stepped inside. They were both dressed casually, ready for a stroll. Kitty had a mischievous smile on her face, while Jean looked relaxed. Well, at least my girls are doing alright and getting along.

"Hey, Aron!" Kitty greeted, skipping over to my bed and flopping down. "We were thinking of taking a walk around the park. Want to join us?"

I glanced up and saw them noticing the open laptop screen. Jean raised an eyebrow, and Kitty leaned in closer.

"Looking for a new place?" Jean asked with a curious smile.

"Yeah," I admitted. "I'm planning to buy a house in the city this time."

Kitty's eyes lit up. "Ooh, are you moving into a fancy penthouse?" she asked, scooting closer to get a better look at the screen. "Look at that, it even got a big pool. Infinity Pool? Looks similar."

"Something like that," I replied with a chuckle.

Before I could say more, Kitty ditched the idea of the park walk entirely and made herself comfortable on my bed. Jean followed suit. Two girls lying on my sides, looking at the screen. Oh, boy... Here we go.

"Alright, we're helping you pick," Kitty declared. Jean nodded in agreement.

"You two ditching your plans to help me find a house?" I asked, amused.

Jean shrugged. "It's more interesting than just walking around the park. Besides, if you're going to have your own place, we want to have a say in it."

"Why? Planning to live with me? Three of us together?" I teased, chuckling.

"Maybe," Kitty whispered, winking at me.

"Why don't you want to live with two beauties in your fancy house, huh?" Jean joined in.

"I mean, that would be awesome," I laughed. "Alright, go on. Don't worry about the money. Pick whatever you like. But make sure the garage is big and the swimming pool is nice."

Jean and Kitty giggled as they took turns picking the listings they liked. After a while, we narrowed the choices down to three places.

"Alright, Aron, tell us which one you like," Jean asked.

"Hmm..." I hummed, looking at the screen. "This one. The other two are great, but this one is perfect. It's spacious, luxurious, with a beautiful view."

"The rooftop pool is nice, too," Kitty added.

"Three bedrooms and the master bedroom is kinda big too, you know what I mean?" Jean said with a sly smirk.

Oh, I definitely knew what she meant. "Uh-huh. So, why don't we go and take a look?"