I do not own X-Men: Days of Future Past.

And I'm kinda surprised Hank doesn't turn to the Dark Side with all the crap he endures.

Reunions by Firelight

Farewells Amid the Rubble

The battle was over.

Bolivar Trask saved.

Magneto defeated.

Crisis averted.

And Raven.

Raven had not killed.

She had stopped.

Of her own free will.

With a little help from Charles.

He had let her go.

Given her the choice.

When all Hank had wanted to do was shut her down.

Because he had finally lost the last shred of his hope.

And now there she stood.

All alone.

Amid the carnage and destruction wrecked by Erik The Magneto Lensherr.

Now released and escaped by the permission his dear old friend Charles Xavier.

Raven.

Erik's Mystique .

Abandoned by the man who had first turned her away from the person she used to be.

They had locked eyes, communicated silently, her and the mutant metal bender.

Hank had stood, holding up the man who one day would be known to all mutants as the powerful Professor X.

Held him up and watched them.

And when he, Magneto, had risen up and gone away, she had watched him.

And then when he was gone, she wilted.

Deflated.

Without ally or mission.

And he watched her.

Watched her turn and look at her mutant brother, Charles.

And smile.

As if a peace between them had finally been reached.

A civilty, a treaty, an accord.

And then her eyes shifted to him.

And his heart stopped dead in his chest.

Stopped dead or pounded so hard his entire body thrummed with the strength of the beat.

Hank.

Raven.

Everything I did, I had to.

Yes, I guess you feel you did.

I'm not sorry. I can't afford to be.

No, I guess you can't.

You can still come with me. You can still embrace your mutant side and come with me.

No, I can't.

Your mutant brothers and sisters. They need you.

Maybe. But not like this.

Then I'm leaving, Hank.

You shouldn't be alone.

I know. But there's no one else. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Raven.

Then she turned away.

And he watched her go, limping away from them on her gunshot leg.

That leg he had tended to.

That leg that could get infected, causing her illness, her death.

That leg that he would never touch again.

He watched her go.

And felt something inside him crack.

And that's that.

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DinahRay and brigid1318, you've been great to review everything.

Thanks once more for reading, my friends, and be safe.