Dr Doom, Who are you? (Marvel X DC)

'Mind Shields.'

Ronan thought, walking through a hallway of the Mansion. He currently had a single hand in his pocket while the other was in a sling.

He was deep in thought, completely ignoring the few students he saw walking past him as they stared at him, contemplating whether to talk to him or not due to curiosity.

Fortunately, Ronan was walking at a steady pace.

'He only talked about it in theory as simply having constant protection around your mind. Though, we didn't get to practice it.'

Instead, Ronan was given an assignment of sorts to go and organise his mind, so that he could truly understand what exactly it was he was protecting.

To Ronan, it seemed a little unnecessary seeing as the state of one's mind mattered little against someone trying to turn him into a vegetable, but he wasn't going to argue with Xavier.

Therefore, he currently walked to a place where he could train his Telepathy. The offensive aspect rather than the defensive.

The former was more important at the moment and honestly, it sounded more interesting to Ronan.

And Xavier gave him the perfect location to do so.

'The Danger Room.'

Ronan stood before large twin doors that had the same dark oak wood as the corridor.

-VRRRR

As he looked around to where he could open the door seeing as it had no handle, they mechanically parted as Ronan was left standing and staring.

He paused at the sight that unfolded before him. 

He was greeted by a vast chamber bathed in a soft blue glow. The walls curved gracefully, lined with shimmering panels that promised endless possibilities.

Ronan marvelled at the holographic projectors embedded in the ceiling, ready to create any scenario imaginable.

'I learnt of this place from the Tower. It's supposed to provide physical holographic constructs of all the heavy hitters in the world. Even Tony somewhat envied this innovative…'

"Ronan?"

Ronan snapped out of his trance as he looked straight ahead, noticing the six adults who were currently sweating and all staring at him.

"Scott? I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here."

This wasn't a lie. He didn't remember hearing or smelling anybody behind this door.

Though, it wasn't hard to believe the Danger Room was a sort of enclosed space.

"Geez, which one of our kids has been running a mock and gotten themselves so injured?"

With short brown hair, the man wore a fitted, sleeveless black shirt, a long trench coat, and fingerless gloves.

But most prominently, the man's blood-red eyes were hard to look away from.

Despite all this, Ronan paused as he stared at the man.

"I'm sorry…I have no idea what you said." Ronan admitted with his same straight face, a few chuckles resounding in the room.

The thick accent and fast-paced manner he talked in made it hard for anyone to compute anything he said.

However, as if he didn't notice this, Scott leaned in, whispering something into the man's ear.

And though it was a whisper, Ronan could still hear it.

"Gambit, that's the kid I told you about. The one who arrived in the Jet."

'So this is Gambit, huh?'

Ronan was close to taking the MGH extracted from his DNA. The ability to kinetically charge any object and have it explode certainly sounded intriguing.

But Ronan ultimately went with Logan's. For reasons like this one. And it was turning out to be more useful than he thought.

As Scott informed Gambit, the latter looked back to the boy, his eyes changed to that of realisation as he walked up to Ronan.

"Bonjour. Remy LeBeau, at your service. I've heard a lot 'bout you." Remy carefully shook Ronan's free hand as the latter nodded.

He was somewhat able to understand that much.

"I betcha haven't met the rest of the team. This here chérie is the powerful Jean Grey."

At this point, Ronan was just nodding mindlessly. 

However, his eyes narrowed as a familiar name entered his ears.

A female with long, flowing auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the light and shimmering with hints of gold, pairing well with her bright green eyes stood before Ronan.

"The both of you even have the same colour in your eyes. Beautiful emerald green." 

Ronan slowly turned to Remy, the urge to take his hand off his shoulder almost overpowering him.

However, it seemed as though he was trying to impress Jean more than compliment Ronan.

Jean seamlessly rolled her eyes as she stepped forward, raising her hand to shake Ronan's.

"Ignore him. It's good to finally meet you." Jean shook Ronan's hand with a warm smile.

'Jean Grey…'

Ronan didn't know whether he should be intrigued to see her or on his guard.

Tony had a whole file dedicated to Jean Grey specifically. Or rather, what was inside her.

The Phoenix Force.

'From what I understand, The Phoenix Force is a powerful cosmic entity, embodying the concept of destruction and creation.'

Using Jean as a host, it never fails to come close to achieving its goal of destruction of the earth.

Ronan remembered learning of the information so vividly because it fascinated him.

The power to potentially destroy the earth every time it rose made Ronan smile widely.

"That over there is Anna (Rogue), Illyana (Magik) and Piotr (Colossus)." 

Jean pointed to the three last individuals. The first female she named was the one who had giggled at Ronan's remark earlier.

Fashioning long brown hair with white strands, she wore white gloves as she smiled brightly at Ronan, waving.

'Rogue. With the Mutant ability to copy other mutant abilities and steal memories with just a touch, she is one I need to be wary of.'

Though he wasn't too worried about the latter, the former would prove detrimental to Ronan.

Even if the MGH was recognised as a full-fledged mutant ability, she'd realise his ability wasn't the one he claimed it to be.

It made it far worse that she had a hard time controlling this ability too.

Turning to the last two, one being a large metal man who adorned a smile that betrayed his intimidating nature, and the other being an almost moody blonde with a large greatsword, bigger than herself, by her side.

'Siblings if I remember correctly.'

He knew this not because of Piotr but because of Illyana. 

She was also of interest to Tony for being a traveller who has been to a mystical dimension called the Limbo that serves as a realm of alternate realities.

However, this was of no interest to Ronan at the moment.

"Say, are you going to join us?" Remy asked. Ronan had figured out by their attire and sweat that they had been engaging in physical activity.

But he asked anyway.

"Join in what?"

"Hand to Hand sparring. And no, he isn't in the state to do so."

A voice that didn't come from anyone present resounded through the Danger Room. 

But none seemed to be as surprised by this as Ronan.

"Hank is right. But feel free to watch, Ronan." Scott added.

'Ah, that was Hank speaking through some sort of speaker.'

"I don't believe we've formally met, Ronan. My name is Hank McCoy, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Hank introduced himself, causing Ronan to bow in sincerity.

"Likewise. I understand you helped nurse me back to health. Thank you…"

Ronan paused as he raised his head once again, only to find Illyana in his face.

Even with his enhanced senses, he didn't notice when she'd approached him.

"Why are you still injured?" She asked in a voice that almost seemed annoyed. 

Or maybe it was the Russian accent that made her seem as though she was constantly angry.

"Excuse me…?"

Before Ronan could ask what she meant, he paused as she placed her hand on his chest.

"Illyana!"

"Don't!"

Piotr and Hank were the first to yell as Scott darted toward them, but it was too late.

"Cura."

-VUAM!!!

Ronan widened his eyes as a light shone brightly where Illyana placed her hand. 

Due to his enhanced eyes, they were more sensitive, causing him to squint.

However, he could still feel the rush of pure and foreign energy shooting through his body.

He could feel the warmth of it and how it spread out, concentrating around the wounded areas of his body.

Suddenly, all the aches in his body and the fatigue started to dwindle, until it was completely gone, and with it, went the bright light.

The surrounding X-Men placed their forearms off their faces as they stared at the scene, seeing Illyana lower her arm.

"Ronan…how are you feeling?" Scott asked, like the others pausing to see the frozen Ronan's reaction.

However, he didn't answer as he instead moved his right arm, placing it on the sling on his left and tearing it off.

"I'm…healed."

Ronan spoke, causing the others to sigh in relief.

"Illyana, that was dangerous!"

Hank was the first to speak from the speakers and Illyana shrugged.

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think it would work."

"Were you 100% certain?" Ptoir asked, his voice carrying a thick Russian accent that Ronan only now noticed.

To this, Illyana paused before answering.

"As certain as one can be with these cases."

This ambiguous answer was all they needed to know as they sighed.

"Illyana, you need to be careful. We still don't completely understand the relationship between Magic and Science."

"You're spell could have just as easily had a negative reaction with the poison in his body, resulting in his death."

'You mean to tell me they could have done this the entire time and chose not to?'

Considering any advanced medical item they had couldn't be used for Ronan because it would malfunction when near him, magic was the only way to help.

'Yet he chose stitches and bandages?'

Ronan inwardly sighed as he tore the bandages off of himself. He figured he couldn't be too mad about it since it could have resulted horribly.

Nevertheless, this fueled his incentive to never rely on another, causing him to speak.

"What was that?"

Illyana stared at him.

"Magic. Weren't you listening?"

Magic.

Ronan knew of the concept from the Tower, but he didn't think he'd be running into it this soon.

'Truthfully, there was a part of me that doubted Tony's words when he spoke of the subject, even till now.'

But now that he'd seen it with his own eyes, he craved to know more.

"Like Doctor Strange?" 

"Not quite. That's Mystic Arts. This is White Magic. From what I know, it isn't practised here on Earth." She answered.

But this only raised more questions.

The most prominent being…

'If it isn't practised on Earth…why the hell can I feel it?'

Even now, after Illyana was no longer channelling this power, for Ronan, he could feel it in the air.

The White Magic, like specs of light looming in the air. 

He couldn't "See" it with his eyes. It was more like specs of dust you could feel on your skin and crowding the air.

Additionally, it wasn't just the White Magic. He could feel…more.

'And I think I know the reason why.'

[You have unlocked the Sub-Perk to a Locked Perk]

[Sub-Perk: Magic Sense]

This contradicted everything Ronan knew of perks and Inheritors.

He was under the assumption that Perks were gifted by the Inheritor's respective Legends.

But similarly to his Technomancy, Telepathy and now this…

'What exactly am I?'