Starchild

Another Fallen Angel

In the video, I can see Maximoff running around. He must be analyzing the situation. Kurt is speaking to the stressed men. But, honestly, my attention is barely on them.

Standing on the roof of the neighbouring building, an angel looks down on it. I know they are an angel for they have big white wings and they flap and announce their presence. I stand up, walking over to the Tee-Vee, watching them. They must be the "Archangel" the woman mentioned. Of course they are. Do the X-Men actually work with a real angel? I must find out.

Careful not to make a sound, I leave my room. It's late. I don't think the wizards will be leaving their bedrooms any soon. I sneak up to the Sanctum's door, and open it, finding the dark and empty Bleecker street.

How can I find the bank?

A man is quietly walking down the street. He is not afraid of being alone. I sprint over to him, and catch his attention. —Excuse me, sir, do you know where the National City Bank of New York is? —

I enter his mind right on time to see him think of it. I analize the location the best I can. —Well, yeah, but if I was you I'd take a taxi, ma'am. —

Oh, I don't need it. To get to it I could manifest wings. We, higher demons, do have wings, but they are nothing like an angel's and are, in fact, kind of useless. They would also catch a lot of attention. Instead, I could shapeshift into a bird and still fly to the bank.

I start leaving, but the man shyly clears his throat. —Wait, ma'am, —I turn to look at him, —You got any spare change? I haven't eaten since this morning. —

Money, he means. Dollars. I think of the dollar bills Strange has shown me and, with a discreet gesture, conjure the biggest one in my hand. A hundred, I think. It's enough, isn't it? Midgardian money is weird, anyways.

—Here, —I hand it to him, and he bows as a thank you. I imitate him. —Have a good night. —

As I jog away, I hear him gasp, and turn my head around to find him looking at the bill in disbelief. Huh. I think a hundred was a lot. I guess I will ruin the american economy, like Strange said. With a smirk, I shapeshift into a bird, well aware of the man's stare on me, and fly away.

Nobody is going to believe him.

The bank. It's not far. Even in the slight darkness I can use the buildings as a reference. But I will not need to; from afar, I see a flying vehicle start to land on the top of a very illuminated building. Thanks to the lighting, I can recognise it. It is the bank.

Getting closer, I can see the rest of the X-Men leaving the vehicle. And, still on their spot in the neighbouring building, the angel makes sure they are safe.

I land on the same building, behind the angel, and turn back into myself. Their wings look way bigger from here, and more detailed, as I can see a few feathers missing.

They don't notice me. —Hi! —I say,

The angel immediately turns around, ready to attack me, but I quickly keep them still with telekinesis. They frown at me. I raise my hands, —I'm not here to hurt you. I'm friends with the X-Men. —

As they relax, I loosen my grip on them, and walk over to the border with their eyes on me. From here you can perfectly see the X-Men start to enter the bank. —I didn't know the X-Men had an angel. —

They scoff, —I'm not an angel. —

Oh. —Oh. Really? —I look at them, —You do look quite ethereal, at least compared to the imagery I have seen. And there is no demonic energy coming from you. —they frown at me, and I frown at them. —Is it just a mutation? —