Hello all! So I really love Xmen, and I really wanted to try writing an ROTG au that incorporated Xmen themes!

This is just a test chapter at the moment! If you guys are interested in reading more, then please please PLEASE review to let me know that I should continue writing it!

An even if I continue this story, just know that this doesn't mean my "Nest Brother" story is over or anything! This is just a little side story I wanted to try XD

So as always, share any ideas you have for this story, and your thoughts on it! Should I continue this story? Should it by brotherly fluff or father-son fluff between Jack and Bunny? Help me out here! XD

Enjoy, and please review!

Burguess was, all in all, an actually quite nice town. Jack had certainly been to places much worse, at least. Here, no one really seemed to ask any questions, such as why a fifteen-year-old was walking around so late in the evening without any supervision. There was also a multitude of places for the young street-performer to set up shop -he hadn't gone hungry for even one day since he'd gotten here a week and a half back.

Still, he kept his head down as he did wherever he went. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself, he'd nearly gotten caught by social services a few cities back for that very reason.

And considering his...'unique' talents, that would be for the worst.

Jack shook himself from his thoughts as he reached the statue in the middle of the park. He swung his slightly over-stuffed backpack up onto the statue's base, where it would hopefully be out of the way. An old, clunky, portable and wireless radio joined it. Despite having been fished out of a junkyard, it still worked perfectly fine, and was one of Jack's most important belongings.

Hefting himself up to sit on the stone base of the statue and pulling out a dirty C.D case from his bag, Jack looked through it carefully. The music was everything, if he wanted to make enough to afford something to eat (and possibly a new C.D, wouldn't that be great? It had been awhile since he'd managed to get enough cash for one) so he needed to make the right selection. As he looked through the case, Jack absently pulled a half-drunken water bottle from his backpack, twisting off the lid and taking a swig before returning it to its rightful place. He swung his long legs idly, heels knocking against the cold stone.

Settling on a disk, Jack popped the C.D into the radio and stowed the case back in his backpack. Jack slid down to the ground, turning so his front was hidden by the statue. After looking around warily and tugging his hood forward to hide not only his hair, but now also his face, he lifted a converse-clad foot and drew pale fingers across the rubbery bottom of his shoe.

Frost burst from his fingertips, and ice coated the bottom of his shoe, creating a thin, clear coat. The teen's other shoe received the same treatment.

Ice meant less friction, and less friction meant better movement. Jack didn't like to use his 'talents' often, but this sort of thing was an exception. Besides, he had to make a living, and if this helped him to do so, then so be it.

Once finished, Jack straightened, acting casually as he moved to the radio, starting the music and turning it up.

Another day to get through, Jack mused. Just take a deep breath, and try to not make it snow, Jack told himself. He just had to make it through the morning and afternoon.

Feeling the wind whip past him, Jack rolled his shoulders, then got to work. He wasn't the best dancer or street-performer.

But at least the ice helped him do well enough.

Aster Bunnymund was a unique sort of person.

Well, not just a person -a mutant, to be exact.

For every day of his life, he'd lived in this strange, unique body of his, and he had long ago learned to never have shame in being what he was. He supposed that was why he'd decided to become a part of the Institute.

Mim's Institute for the Gifted was a school for children with unique talents. In other words, a school for mutant children. And of course running a school meant that someone had to go get food and other necessities on a weekly basis.

And this week it was his turn to do the shopping.

Bunny very much disliked the excursions he had to take to town. While he could transform into a human form for hours at a time, his human form always made him feel itchy and like an alien in his own skin. There was also the fact that he preferred the relative isolation of Mim's Institution compared to the busy town of Burguess. However, this was a necessary evil, and he knew it would be unfair to make the other teachers at the Institute do it.

That still didn't mean he had to like it, though. He didn't know anyone who would actually like it, to tell the truth -many of the kids required very specific things that couldn't all be found in just one store, which meant Bunny had to go to several stores, zigzagging across the streets.

Bunny sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he came to a halt and looked from the list in his hand to the lines of shops along the sidewalk.

"Jus' where in th' world am I supposed t' find..."

Bunny froze mid-sentence as something caught his attention. If he'd not been in his human form, his ears would've gone ramrod straight.

Was that...Was he hearing music? Out here?

Aster hesitated, glancing towards the truck he'd driven here and the groceries in its back. For a few moments, he was stuck mentally debating with himself, wondering whether or not to let his curiosity win out. He could hear not only music, but children giggling happily and murmurs of awe and joy...

In the end, Aster found the curiosity to be too much to bear, and with a huff, the tall mutant crossed the street and headed for the park.

Usually, even in human form, his sheer size and muscle commanded attention. Yet as he approached a group gathered by the park's statue of the town founder, no one paid him any mind. There were no wary glances or awe-filled stares, no looks sent towards the tribal tattoos at his arms. Everyone was too busy looking at something. Or rather, someone, Aster realized as he drew near.

A boy, a teenager if Bunny had to guess by his height, was dancing. Dressed in a blue hoodie and simple pair of brown cargos, the teen was dancing in a manner that Bunny had never seen. It wasn't so much traditional dancing as it was a mixture of parkour and movements that were very reminiscent of a mixed martial arts style. His dancing was edgy and lively, and it was making many, both child and adult, smile. The boy seemed to be weightless, almost looking like the wind was pushing and pulling him around as he moved, and he was far more flexible than most, pulling off moves that most other men wouldn't even dare to try. As the boy flew past him at one point, Bunny caught a pair of eyes as bright and blue as sapphires from the shadows of the hood.

Bunny didn't know why, but he didn't go back to his errands. This boy was just a street performer, but...there was just something that felt off...

The teen, pulling off a rather nice flip, managed to land on his feet and offered his hand to a little girl who was in the crowd. The tiny girl, no more than seven, giggled and took the boy's pale hand, letting the long fingers wrap around her tiny ones.

Pulling the girl into the space he was using for his performance, the teenager took her hands, guiding her in a far more simple dance that consisted for the most part of twirling and spinning, the boy tossing her up in the air at one point, causing her to shriek in delight before she was caught and placed back on the ground. The girl rejoined her parents, who gave her a five dollar bill to tuck it into the baseball cap that had been set out.

As Bunny continued to watch, he frowned. He could smell...frost? No, that couldn't be right, it was almost Summer -there was no chance that there could be frost.

Yet he could smell it: the clean, cold flavor of ice was on the wind, as clear as day.

Sharp emerald eyes searched the crowd and park for a source of the scent, yet Bunny couldn't see anything. He looked to the ground-

The dancer slid on his knees, coming to a stop inches from some squealing children. Tiny trails of frost, only visible for a moment, followed the boy before melting away. Bunny's eyes widened, and his attention quickly turned to the boy's feet. Before the boy stood, one of his hands grazed the ground, creating a faint trail of frost that quickly melted into nothingness in the heat.

Aster's jaw dropped.

The boy was a mutant.

As the song finished, and the boy playfully bowed while the crowd clapped, Bunny separated himself from the crowd, digging out his phone to send a message to the others to let them know he would be a little late.

Ensuring the safety of a new mutant was more important that shopping for groceries, after all.

After he'd sent the text and received a reply from Tooth, the mutant shoved his phone back into his pocket and looked up, ready to find a way to pull the teenager aside to confront him-

Only to find the boy was gone.

Son of a...

Restraining a growl, Bunny quickly looked around, trying to find the youth in the now dispersing crowd. The backpack and radio were gone, as was the cap with tips. There was no sign of the boy, and Bunny took a whiff of the air in hopes of finding the boy, but it was no use.

"Ah strewth!" Aster hissed, hurrying to search the park. He took long strides, his sharp senses on high alert.

This wasn't good, not at all! If Pitch caught wind of there being a young mutant in Burguess, then that kid was as good as dead! Aster had to find that kid, and fast.

In a diner across the street, a young boy with stark white hair and a bright smile used his newly earned tips to purchase a nice, warm meal, oblivious that for the first time, someone had noticed his special little 'talent'.