Erik Lehnsherr Imagines || X-Men

Nazi Hunters

Your family was killed by nazis during WWII. Since then, since a very young age, you decided to avenge their death. You and few other war survivors started the team. You were training to kill and hunt whole days and nights. There was no rest for your friends and you. You had only one goal - to hunt and kill those nazis who got away with their crimes.

Unfortunately, you were the only one left. Many of your friends decided to leave this business and start their families or they just died. You were the only one who survived - again. It was probably caused by your special abilities which you sometimes used during fighting. You didn't know how it happened but you had this gift since birth - you could heal yourself and others if you tried really hard.

This mission was supposed to be one of the easiest. One old ex-nazi in the middle of Brazil who lived alone, with no family nor friends in a small house. You knocked to his door, you loved the fear in their eyes when they were finding out who you really were, in the middle of a nice talk.

Old man opened the door. He looked nice and tired but you knew it couldn't make you think twice. The decision was already made. He must be dead.

"Oh, hi", you said, "I think I'm lost. I'm a tourist. Could you tell me where is the nearest city?"

"Come inside, young lady, you're going to melt from this heat wearing that", he told you. You were dressed in your casual black, tight suit.

"Oh, thank you, sir, you're really nice", you faked a smile and walked in.

The inside of his house was nice and cozy. You could spot few photographs taken during the war. This man wasn't really careful.

"Would you like to drink some tea?", he asked.

"Oh no, thank you".

He sat down and looked at you.

"Aren't you afraid of an odd man living alone?", he asked laughing a bit.

"Aren't you afraid of a young woman with a gun who's hunting nazis?", you asked laughing just like him.

His face changed its expression. The man was slightly scared.

"Why would I be afraid?", he asked pretending he didn't know what you meant.

"Nice photo", you smiled pointing one of the photographs, "I was there, too"

"What do you exactly want from me, young lady?", the man started to be more nervous, "I was trying to be nice to you and this is how you repay me?"

You turned to see his face more clearly.

"You wish you could call yourself nice, Herr Oldenberg! I want you to know that you are being killed by (Y/N), (Y/S/N) - war survivor and nazi hunter. And now...", you grabbed your gun in the hand and aimed at him, "Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Oldenberg".

But before you pulled the trigger of the gun, some guy walked in. He was about your age, with brown hair and blue eyes.

"Don't kill him!", he yelled at you.

"And who the fuck are you?", you asked, "Another nazi?"

"No! I am by your side but first I need to ask him something"

"Go on", you said still aiming at Oldenberg, "But make it fast, boy, I ain't got no time"

"Where's Klaus Schmidt?", brown-haired man asked.

"You think I'm gonna tell you?!", Oldenberg got angry at this moment, "You are bunch of kids thinking you know what you're doing! Only God can judge me!"

"God has judged you, old man. I am executing his judgment", you told him.

"Where's Klaus Schmidt?!", the man screamed at Oldenberg who suddenly took out a small knife and threw it at the young man.

In this moment you shot him.

"No!", your new friend yelled at you, "He didn't tell me!"

"You can ask any other and he almost killed you", you shrugged your arms and hid your gun, "Are you okay?"

"Not really, he hurt my arm. How stupid I am, I could see that coming and did nothing"

"What could you do with the knife flying towards you, anyway?", you laughed and walked towards him.

"Many things", he hissed and you raised your brow.

"Show me that arm of yours", you said and touched his arm. It was bloody and didn't look good but you focused hard and the brand new wound started to disappear.

"How can you do that?", he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm (Y/N) (Y/S/N), a nazi hunter. I was born with that. And who are you?", you asked.

"I'm Erik Lehnsherr. I'm kind of nazi hunter, too but I'm hunting only one of them. The one who's killed my mother. The one who was experimenting on me because of my abilities. I was born with them just like you"

"Wow, Erik, I wasn't asking for the story of your life, but okay. Clearly you needed to talk to somebody", you said, "What are your abilities?"

"I can control metal"

"Prove that"

Next moment you found yourself surrounded by every metal object in the room.

"Wow, okay"

Metal objects fell to the floor.

"I thought I was the only one with my abilities"

"Me too", you admitted, "But it's nice to meet you. How about hunting your Klaus Schmidt together, huh? Or do you prefer working alone?"

"I don't know, I was working alone my whole life. How about you?", he asked looking a little bit confused. You got to admit he was handsome.

"I was with the team but now I'm alone. Half of them dead, half of them retired. I don't mind being on my own but I'd love a little company"

"Okay then", he said and shook your hand.

"Great!", you smiled, "I think we'll like each other"

"Me too", he opened the door and you two left Oldenberg's house.

"Hey, Lehnsherr!", you called him.

"Yes?"

"You have a handsome face by the way, you know?"

He smiled widely.

"Thank you, baby, you're good-looking, too"

"Don't call me baby ever again", you told him in very serious tone, "I'm not your baby"

"Yet", he added with a cunning smile.