Alex Summers.

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   . . My name is Alex Summers. I am a student of Professor Charles Xavier. This team is an embodiment of his simple dream of all people working together. A fight more important now than ever.

Scott ‘Buzzkill’ Summers.

Matchbox Twenty?

“Not necessarily.”

@SIimSummers nobody was alerted to the man’s takedown of the squad. A radio from them buzzed, relaying some sound info to Havok. The first building seemed to be their ‘hangout’ area, whereas the barn in the back was their holding cells.

@SIimSummers to one’s throat, halting any kind of alarming shout he could muster. The last man had the stock of his gun crash into his nose as Alex took him to the ground and slowly choked him out until he was unconscious. Alex sat up and looked around. Seemed like-

Alex stood outside the Mansion grounds, staring at the sign; Xavier Institute for Higher Learning on the perimeter wall. It was late, most would be asleep but he knew who wouldn’t be. Making his way into the school, Alex bumps into Kurt who obviously gives him a big hug.

@SIimSummers “I can handle it, Scott. I follow your lead, big brother.” He whispered, eventually climbing over the makeshift fence with ease. He grabbed the first guard he saw from behind, pulling them into a chokehold before they were out-cold and left in the grass. One done, many to go.

@SIimSummers There’s never been inkling that he’s even half the mentor as the oldest Summers was. He was there to help innocent mutant children of course, but really it was /one/ in particular. One he could not shake, one that haunts him to this day.-

@SIimSummers “What say you, fearless X-leader?”

@SIimSummers some or all of the captives. The alternative is usually better, but if they take their time, who knows what these pieces of human filth could be doing to the children. Alex has led the Avengers, but Scott, he was a /natural/ born leader and had been doing it so much longer.-

@SIimSummers the lookout guard. “There’s got to be at least twelve of them. Six a piece shouldn’t be a thing, huh Scotty?” He whispered back tk his older brother.

@SIimSummers The duo stood just outside a makeshift perimeter in the woods of New York, far away from the busy city lights and sounds. Away from 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. Alex seemed anxious still, palms balled into tight fists as he looked from the outside in after subduing-

@SIimSummers I was doing some..investigating, grabbed one of them and asked about what the hell they were doing. Guy told me all of this. We need to go.” Of course there was something Alex /wasn’t/ fully saying, but he hoped his brother wouldn’t press past the idea of saving children.

@SIimSummers nodding. “Water’s fine, but honestly, I don’t want to stay much longer, Scott.” the younger Summers said with a scratch to his neck. “I’m just going to get to the point; Purifiers have some kids—mutants— and they’re planning to sell them to the highest bidder.-