Marvel: The Gene Collector

In the blink of an eye, two more years passed, and the trio's abilities continued to evolve. Charles, originally endowed with psychic abilities, coupled with his already high IQ, was a formidable intellectual force. On the other hand, Alex, with the super soldier gene, pushed his physical prowess to the very limits of human potential.

With his augmented psychic powers, Alex's mind functioned like a supercomputer, enabling him to absorb and retain knowledge with extraordinary efficiency.

Charles and Alex, aiming for the pinnacle of education, applied to Manhattan High School, a prestigious private institution with an annual tuition fee of $50,000.

Alex's exceptional abilities made him an ideal candidate, showcasing near perfection in every aspect of his performance. Charles, though not on the same extraordinary level, still excelled academically. Raven, lacking the ability to cheat like Charles and Alex, displayed an impressive IQ.

Entering the same school and sharing classes became a straightforward process for the trio.

"Alex, how about grabbing a cup of coffee and catching a movie tonight?" Raven suggested, resting a hand on Alex's shoulder, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Absolutely, I'd be delighted," Alex replied with a small, contented smile, finishing up the arrangement of books on his desk.

"What's the plan for you, Charles?" inquired Alex.

With a light chuckle, Alex responded, "Options, Charles. You could join us for coffee and a movie, or head home for some well-deserved rest."

Playfully, Charles retorted, "Come on, I'll find a girl to keep me company."

Raven couldn't resist teasing, "Charles, you haven't exactly been the poster boy for gentlemanly behavior since we were kids. What girl would go for you?" She couldn't forget the day Charles nearly overwhelmed her with psychic powers during their first meeting. Women tended to be cautious, after all.

Defending himself with a chuckle, Charles said, "Raven, it's been five years. Remember the time I almost zapped you with psychic energy?"

"Of course, I remember. Nearly getting killed isn't a pleasant memory," Raven playfully retorted.

"Shouldn't you two get back to your seats? Class is about to begin, and I've heard the teachers here are quite traditional," Alex reminded them, checking the time.

With only five minutes left until class, the trio settled into their seats, continuing their conversation with smiles. The atmosphere in classrooms, be it in elementary, middle, or high schools, was more relaxed.

Raven occupied the seat to Alex's left, an empty one to his right, while Charles sat in front of Alex, facilitating easy conversation with a simple turn.

Two minutes before class started, a blonde girl rushed into the room. Spotting the only available seat next to Alex, she hurriedly took it.

"Charles, can you feel it?" Alex murmured, a keen awareness settling in as he observed the girl, sensing a marked difference from ordinary individuals. She was undeniably a Mutant.

Without hesitation, Charles responded, locking eyes with Alex and sharing an understanding nod. "Absolutely," he affirmed.

Perplexed by the cryptic exchange, Raven, devoid of psychic abilities, couldn't help but inquire, "What's with the mysterious talk, guys?"

Charles, adopting a gentle tone, offered an explanation, "She's a Mutant too."