FIC: Changing Seasons (Iceman) PG-13 (1/6)
- I made some changes to this series. It's in six parts.
Changing Seasons (X-men Movieverse)
By: Carlos (zcjm72@...)
Chapter 1: Bobby Drake
Disclaimer: Iceman, and all other X-Men are property of Marvel
Comics. I'm using him in this story without permission, and I am
receiving no money for it.
Bobby Drake, code name Iceman, was alone. He walked through a dark
warehouse, looking around and trying to stay sharp. He could see a
door in front of him. Slowly, he opened the door and walked inside.
It was very dark, but it seemed to be a large room, with mountains of
wooden crates everywhere. He heard a noise, and instinctively built
an ice shield in the direction of the sound. A second later, a bullet
hit the ice shield, but the shield stayed intact. He was under
attack. He could not see how many he was up against, but it did not
matter. More bullets flew at him, but he was able to deflect them.
Then, he saw the soldiers moving from behind some of the wooden
crates, guns in hand. The room lit up with lasers, and the sound of
gunfire invaded Iceman's ears. Quickly, Iceman ran behind some
crates, and started shooting ice spikes at some of the soldiers.
However, he heard the soldiers getting closer, and for a second, had
a flashback; he was running with Pyro and Rogue, looking for a way
out, when some of Stryker's soldiers broke in through the hallway
window. He shook the memory away, just in time to see a soldier in
front of him. Iceman's ice shield stopped the bullets, but then
felt a stinging pain in his back.
"Arghh that hurt!"
Suddenly, the lights in the room came on, but it was not a warehouse
anymore. Iceman stood in a large metal room.
"That's the least of your worries, Iceman, because you're
Cyclops's voice said over the Danger room intercom. The danger
could project holographic images of a number of battle situations as
well as fire energy beams that looked like bullets and stung like
hell if they found their target. The whole thing was programmed in
the control room, where Cyclops and the Professor were currently
monitoring Bobby's exercise.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Summers. I mean, Cyclops...Scott." Bobby
of how to address him anymore.
In the control room, Cyclops sighed.
"He's not ready." Ever since Jean's death, Scott was
being much more
stringent in these Danger room exercises.
"I think he is, Scott, he just needs more practice."
"Maybe. But he's still being too defensive, he needs to use
in a more offensive way."
"Agreed. Give him time, he'll get there."
Cyclops talked into the microphone again. "That's it for
Bobby. You can go."
As he was heading out of the Danger Room, Bobby was stopped by Rogue.
"How was it?" she asked
Bobby sighed, "Well, I lasted longer this time."
"It's ok, Bobby, we'll get better with experience. Here,
for you on the mail." Rogue handed a letter to Bobby.
"Steve?" Bobby said.
Steve had been Bobby's friend since he could remember. They grew up
in the same street and went to the same schools, until Steve's Dad
moved the family to New York City when they were in 10th grade. Soon
after that, Bobby himself had transferred to Xavier's school. The
boys kept in contact sparingly, each adjusting to their own new
"It's been a while since I've heard from him. I hope
The next day, Bobby was driving Scott's car. It was a hot, but
beautiful, summer day. He still could not believe that Scott had
loaned him his vehicle to go visit Steve. Of course, Scott spent an
hour lecturing him about responsibility and maturity. In reality,
Bobby knew that the Professor had to convince Scott about the car.
Unfortunately, it was not strictly a pleasure trip. In his letter,
Steve indicated that his Dad had an accident and passed away. Steve
wrote to Bobby asking if he could come visit for a weekend. Bobby
could read between the lines; he was having a hard time and needed a
friend. During the years, they had their ups and downs, but always
when they were in trouble, the other was there to help.
Bobby looked at the printed map and the written descriptions.
"This is it." He said, and got out of the car. As he walked towards
the house, Steve opened the door.
"Hey, man. Glad you could make it."
"Glad to be here." Bobby said
The two friends talked for a while, mostly reminiscing about old
times. Bobby felt uncomfortable touching the subject of Steve's Dad,
so he didn't.
After dinner, they sat on the balcony looking at the stars. Bobby
breathed in hard.
"How are you holding up, Steve?" he asked. The other boy knew what
the question was referring to.
"Not too good, Bobby....It was just so sudden, you know? You never
expect something like that to happen. And even if you did, you cannot
prepare for it."
"And your mom...?"
"She's holding up. I think that if it wasn't for her friends in
church..." Steve trailed off into thought.
"Bobby, thanks for coming. I'm sorry to make you drive all the way
over here, it's just that I don't really have anybody to talk to
here, and my sisters are dealing with it in their own way. I don't
know, you always were there to help me when we were growing up, so..."
"It's ok, Steve. It's no problem. That's what friends are for, right?"
Steve smiled. They spent the rest of the night mostly looking out
into the summer night sky.
The next morning was very hot. Fortunately for Bobby, his powers
enable him to lower his external temperature and the air around him.
Steve wondered for a second why the heat seemed more tolerable when
Bobby was in the room. They had breakfast with Steve's mom and his
sisters, and afterwards decided to cruise in the car for a while.
"Wow! This is a cool car! Whose is it?"
"Err...one of our instructors."
"And he loaned it to you? Man, are they receiving new students in
that school of yours?"
""Yes, but you could not get in even if you wanted to."" Bobby thought
They were driving around the streets of New York City when they
passed a wall painted with graffiti. In big red letters it
said : "Die mutants, die!"
Bobby pretended not to see it, but noticed that Steve stared at it
until it was out of sight. Bobby wondered what was going through
Steve's mind. Finally, Steve turned towards Bobby.
"You know how my father died, Bobby?"
Silence filled the car. Bobby swallowed and waited.
"My Dad was working as a security guard. It was the only thing he
could get when we moved here. His job was taking care of a big lady.
The one standing in the harbor over there."
Bobby did not understand, until he realized that he was referring to
the Statue of Liberty.
"One night, he and the other guards were attacked...by what we were
told were mutants bent on world domination. I insisted on seeing the
body, even though the policemen objected. My mom said I was big
enough to decide if I wanted to or not...I still don't know if I made
the right decision..."
Steve stopped, gasping for air as tears started rolling down his face.
"It was as if a giant weight had...landed on top of him,
and ...flattened him. The bones were shattered...He was laying
there...barely resembling a human being..."
Bobby stopped the car. He didn't know what to do. Steve was crying
with eyes lost in the horizon. Bobby put his hand on Steve's shoulder
and gave him a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm sorry." Bobby said
"What did he do to deserve dying like that? All he wanted was to feed
his family...it's just so unfair."
Bobby's eyes were now full with moisture, which slowly built up as
frost that he pushed away with one finger.
"Nobody deserves to die like that, Steve. I'm really sorry. But you
should remember your Dad for what he was when he was alive. That is
the memory that you need to keep."
Steve looked at Bobby.
They sat in silence for a while. Bobby waited until Steve had
regained control of himself.
"Remember how he used to play catch with us in the street?"
"And when he broke the window of your Dad's car?" Steve said.
The boys laughed.
"He never could throw very well, could he?"
"I suppose not. I remember when those Thompson kids were picking on
us, he took us out to the back yard and told us to stand our ground.
He said that bullies can smell fear, and they prey on it. The next
day, we stood up, and pushed them back. Remember their surprised
faces? They taunted us, but we just stood there, unflinching.
Remember? The fear had gone away..."
"Fear" Bobby said absent-mindedly. He did not think that Steve had
heard him, but he did.
"Yes. Fear. That's what I felt the most after it happened. Fear for
the future, for how we were going to cope without him..." Steve went
away into his personal thoughts.
Bobby found himself in the same situation. Fear had been consuming
him. Ever since the professor had suggested that he was ready to join
the X-men if he wanted. Rogue had been so excited, but not him. He
still woke up from time to time with the same horrible nightmare. He
saw himself that day when Stryker had attacked the mansion. He was in
the kitchen when the gunman walked in and started shooting. He had
ducked behind the counter, and the deafening sound of bullets filled
his ears. Looking down, he noticed a liquid flowing next to his feet,
a red liquid. Looking at his chest, he could see where the bullets
had pierced into his skin. And then he woke.
It was not just fear of being killed that haunted him. It was also
the fear that he was not good enough. The rest of the X-men had
incredible powers, they were brave and fearless. What could he do? He
kept wondering why the Professor had selected him. He knew the
answer: "potential" they would always say, but he did not believe it
deep inside himself.
Pushing out of his own thoughts, he realized that Steve had stepped
out of the car. He followed him to the side of the vehicle.
"Steve, are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm ok. Thanks for listening. Just being able to talk to
somebody has made me feel like a big weight has been lifted."
Bobby fumbled with his feet and placed one hand behind his neck.
"Do you hate them?" he asked
Steve was silent for a while. Bobby's heart sank to his stomach. He
could not help but feel guilty, although not exactly sure why. A
mutant had killed Steve's father. And here he was, a mutant himself.
He wondered if Steve would reject him if he found out that Bobby was
a mutant. Reject him just like his family did. He certainly had
reason to. Bobby silently pleaded to God that that wasn't the case.
He couldn't stand the thought of losing another friend, not after the
way he had lost his family, and John, his friend from Xavier's that
"I can't." Steve said suddenly
"I can't hate mutants. I can't blame a whole group of people for what
was the work of only one of them."
"A brotherhood of them..." Bobby mumbled
"err....that's what I have heard them called, the mutants responsible
for Ellis Island."
"I thought you would have hated all mutants..."
"I'm a history buff, Bobby. I know what hate brings. I can't let it
consume me. I know that's what Dad would have wanted." He
paused. "Although I hate the mutants that did it, of course. If I
could have them face to face...I would make them pay. Although I
doubt that I would last two seconds!" He said with a faint smile.
""I wonder if I would either..."" thought Bobby
After a while, they got back in the car and headed home. All the time
Bobby was debating whether to tell Steve that he was a mutant or not.
If any non-mutant would understand, it would be him, right? They grew
up together. They always helped each other. And now Bobby needed help
and advice. Because he was not sure if he wanted to be an X-men. And
if he did, he was not sure he had what it takes anyway.
"Steve, can I talk to you?" Bobby said, walking into the other boy's
"My sister still has a crush on you. Did you see how she was looking
at you during dinner?"
"I already have a girlfriend."
"Ohhh, come on, details!"
""She's a mutant, and if she touches you, she absorbs your energy,
and can eventually kill you!"" Bobby wondered what Steve would do if
he could read minds like the Professor.
"Come, on, Bobby, what are you smirking about? Details! I told you
about my girlfriend."
Bobby hesitated for a second.
"Yeah, well...she is a special girl. In fact, all the kids in my
school are special..."Bobby decided ""what the heck, the Professor is
probably going to erase this from Steve's mind anyway when he finds
out"" so he continued "You see, we are all mutants."
Bobby could see Steve's mouth drop.
"Sorry, there's just no introduction to that one, is there?" Bobby
smiled. Steve was silent for a while.
"Why...why didn't you tell me, Bobby?"
"I was afraid you would freak out, man" Bobby's head dropped down and
his eyes stared at the floor. "just like my parents."
"What about your parents?"
"...they have cut me off completely. My own brother even called the
cops on me." Bobby turned sideways a little to hide his moist
eyes. "I guess we have both lost a parent, two in my case, huh?"
Steve looked at Bobby, and then, suddenly, he put his hand in Bobby's
shoulder and squeezed.
"It's ok, Bobby. I'm not going anywhere."
Bobby could not hide it any longer, as the tears ran down his face.
"Tell me about the plane again!"
"Again?" Bobby was sitting down in a chair while Steve sat on his
Steve smiled. "Man, everything sound so cool!"
"I don't know, it's not so cool when you can get killed in one of
"True. But if this guy, the Professor, is as intelligent as you say,
and he tells you that you are ready, then he's probably right. From
what you tell me, I'm sure he would not put you in danger if he
thought you couldn't handle it."
"I guess." Bobby said.
"Hold on a sec!" Steve stood up and walked out. He returned with a
glass of water.
"Do that thing again, Bobby!"
"Oh come on!"
Steve gave him a funny look. Bobby extended his hand and touched the
glass with one finger. The liquid immediately turned to ice.
"Yeah, but how is that going to help me in a battle?"
"I don't know, you can freeze a guy's blood or something. Or encase
them in a block of ice. I think you could kick some butt!"
"Bobby, you have been blessed with an extraordinary gift. I myself
think everything happens for a reason. Perhaps you were meant to be
part of these X-people."
"But I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be able to freeze stuff
and have to battle maniacal mutants bent on world domination. If they
had asked me, I would have wanted just to be normal."
"Bobby, what is normal anyway? We're all different. You can freeze
stuff, but you still can't shoot a basketball like me!"
"Hey, I want a rematch tomorrow!" Bobby teased.
"Every person is different. Every person has different gifts,
different things they are capable of doing."
"Exactly. But if we do not decide to do something with that
potential, it just gets wasted. And that's the worst thing one can
do." Steve stood up
"I would kill to have the ability that you have...I would hunt those
bastards that killed my Dad and freeze them until the next Ice Age."
"No you wouldn't."
Steve's face got serious. He squatted next to Bobby's chair.
"Bobby, listen to me. You and your friends have those powers...you
can catch those guys, stop them before they do to anybody else what
they did to my father."
Bobby stood up.
"No, Steve, I'm just a kid. I can't assume that much
"You're still the same Bobby...I remember how you could never hit a
home run in little league. You kept saying that you couldn't do
it...You remember how we practiced and practiced? And that first time
you hit one out of the park...remember what I told you? I said "I
told you so.""
"I'm sorry, Steve, but this is not little league." Bobby walked out
of the room.
The next day was Sunday, and Bobby and the family went to church.
Afterwards, they went with a group to visit some poor neighborhoods.
Steve and Bobby had been silent during the whole morning. When they
reached their destination, Bobby saw that they were in an area of old
houses. It looked like mostly old folks lived here.
"What are we gonna do, Mrs. Smith?" Bobby asked Steve's mother.
"We're going to distribute fans to some of these folks, Bobby. The
heat wave caught these folks by surprise. Some of them do not have
money to buy an air conditioner. Others can't afford the electric
bill, so they keep it off."
Bobby looked at Steve, who was looking out the window. He noticed
When everybody stepped out, Bobby and Steve walked away to talk alone.
"I know what you are thinking, and no, I did not plan this. I didn't
even know we were coming here."
"You know I can't do anything, Steve. The Professor strictly
prohibits us from using our powers in the open."
"I haven't said anything Bobby. I haven't asked you to do anything. I
wouldn't want to add to your overwhelming responsibilities."
Bobby turned and started to walk away.
"Bobby. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's not fair for me
to expect you to do something that you don't want. Who knows? If I
was in your same situation, I'd probably do the same. I mean, we're
in high school, for God's sake. We shouldn't have to think about
going on "missions" and hoping that we don't get killed."
Bobby turned to look at Steve. But then something caught his eye.
From one of the old houses, screams could be heard, and a woman ran
out with her hands in the air.
"Please, somebody get a doctor! Mr. Brown is unconscious! It think
it's heat stress!"
"Oh my God!" they heard Mrs. Smith say. "At that age, heat stress
like that can be fatal! Steve, quick, go in the car with Bobby to the
7-11 and get some ice!"
Steve and Bobby looked at each other; no words were needed.
"We may not need to, mom."
The two boys ran towards the old house. Inside, they found an old man
on the floor. A tall man was in front of him, fanning with a
"He's having heat stroke! Go get help!" the man screamed at the boys.
The old man's skin looked red and flushed. His pupils were
constricted and he did not appear to be breathing, or sweating.
Bobby quickly put his hand on the old man's forehead. Within seconds,
the skin turned clammy and pale, then back to its normal color.
Suddenly, the old man started breathing somewhat normal again.
"His temperature is back to normal, but you should still take him to
the hospital to make sure he's ok." Bobby said, not really talking to
anybody in particular, and oblivious to the other people that had
gathered and now stood dumbfounded at the sudden recovery of the old
man. Steve quickly reacted and dialed 911 on his cell phone.
After the commotion had stopped and the ambulance had taken Mr. Brown
away, Bobby was sitting alone on the porch of the old house looking
at the floor. Steve walked towards him and sat down next to Bobby.
"I told you so." He said. Bobby smiled but did not look up. "You ok?"
"That was a great thing you did, Bobby. You saved that man's life."
Bobby just stared at his hand.
"You know, Steve, I have been thinking a lot lately. I think I have
concluded something. Somebody once told me that everything happens
for a reason." He looked at Steve and they both smiled. "I don't know
why I was given the ability I have. But after saving that man's life,
I finally know what I should do. I may not be able to do much with my
powers, but if I can save other lives like Mr. Brown's, then I will
certainly try my best. After all, the worst thing we can do with
God's gifts is let them go to waste."
Steve put his hand around Bobby's neck, pushing his head down and
playfully scratching his head.
"Well, said, Drake. I wonder where you heard that!"
Bobby was back in his room at the Mansion. The weekend had certainly
gone by quickly. Scott gave him a thumbs up after a 30 minute
examination of the car. Rogue had given him a hug and an "I missed
you". Now he stood in front of his closet. He opened the closet door
and stared at it. He had not dared to take it out from where he had
placed it after Scott gave it to him. Now he did. Carefully, he
placed the uniform in his bed. He was supposed to only try it on for
size, so a fitted one could be made. He undressed and put on the
black leather outfit. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror,
and smiled. Suddenly he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Bobby." said the Professor.
Bobby walked to the door and opened it. The Professor saw Bobby in
his uniform and smiled. He wheeled inside and closed the door.
"It looks like it fits fine."
"Well, maybe a little looser around the chest. I can hardly move!"
"Very well, I'll tell Ororo. How are you feeling, Bobby?"
"Good. Thanks for letting me go visit my friend, Professor."
"I knew that you were having difficulties with all this. Going away
to think was the best course of action."
"Prof...you really think I have what it takes?"
"Bobby, you have all you need right here." The professor touched the
area over Bobby's heart with his hand. Bobby smiled.
"You are most welcome. I came to see if you would be joining us later
tonight in the Danger room."
"You can count on it."
"Very well." The Professor started to head for the door. "And I will
not be erasing anything from your friend's head, Bobby."
"Oh, one more thing." The Professor stopped. "Good work, Robert." He
said, smiling knowingly. Bobby smiled back.
Bobby opened the door for the Professor and then locked it. Looking
at himself again in the mirror, he flexed his muscles with some
"Iceman". He said.
Then he stood still and looked into his face.