Since Onslaught had occured, he had lost his mutant ability to read the minds of others, and he had turned himself over to the government, Charles Xavier had grown used to being several stories underground. However this was the first time in months that it wasn't a government run facility that he had been in. He looked at the woman who was wheeling his chair around for him.

She had a gentle face and a warm smile. Xavier tried to probe her mind, as he did when he was still in control of his mutant power. He felt nothing. The smallest fragment of a feeling. Xavier lowered his head in shame. He felt angry at himself for trying so hard. He knew deep down inside that he still had the ability. Nina had told him that when he was being kept by Bastion. She had explained how his power had shut itself off. However he couldn't figure out why it would do such a thing. He tried again to probe her mind, and this time felt nothing, but his head started to pound from the strain of trying.

"What's wrong, sir?" The woman asked, geniune care showing in her voice. Xavier placed his hands on the side of his head and rubbed, trying to soothe the pain.

"It's only a migraine. I fear that I'm quite prone to them." The woman seemed content with Xavier's lie and kept wheeling him down the long hallway. The hallway seemed blank and empty, almost ghost like.

He decided to ask for more information on why he was being brought here. "Would you mind telling me exactly where we are going? All you said when you came into my cell was that you were taking me to see your employer."

"Well, you are going to see my employer," she said, a quick smile made Xavier feel slightly silly for the way he had phrased the question.

"It's not that I don't believe you, or that I'm not grateful, but I was wondering who your employer would be."

"You will find out when we get there." And with that they came to a door. The woman walked around Xavier, and opened the door. It was a dark inside the room and deep within Xavier he wondered if he should have stayed with Zero Tolerance. The nice lady saw Xavier's apprehensions.

"Anything wrong?"

"Better the devil I know..." Xavier mumbled to himself.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"Nothing." Xavier rolled himself over to door, and the woman pushed himself in. He clenched his teeth as he went inside the room as if expecting a army of soilders in training of jumping out. And he also worried about Bastion. Was this another one of his tricks. No, for some reason Xavier couldn't explain, he just knew it was alright.

"Lights!" The gentle voice yelled. The lights turned on, and Xavier saw Tony Stark standing before him. His hair was slicked back, and he had a thin Errol Flynn-type mustache. He ran a hand through his hair. Xavier's jaw dropped, for when he left Tony Stark, and several other heores had died. For Tony Stark was better known as Iron Man.

"Hello, Professor. If you are seeing me, then I'm dead, and you're not. Actually, not only am I dead, but so is Reed, Pym, and Bruce. That saddens me, for I had been hoping that we would all grow old and retire. And you might have, I don't know. For I died several weeks ago, I know, because if I hadn't and you are watching this then I need to fire my assistant." A small smile escaped his lips.

"Sorry, I know this is probably quite unsettling to see me talking to you, but bare with me. I mean, it is kind of hard to think of yourself as dead when you're still alive and kicking. But, I suppose I need to be serious about what I am going to tell you. First, look around you if you haven't already done so." Xavier looked about him as if he had never even noticed there was anything else in the room. Xavier saw suits of metal armor lining the walls. He saw wiring, plastic, steel, and various sorts of mechinical equipment.

"This is the will of Iron Man. Tony Stark left his business to several different portions, but this is where I get to hand out the fun stuff. But if you are seeing this message, then too much as happened already. There are only two people left whom I wish to convey a message to. One of them being McCoy, tell him that he now owns every piece of equipment in this room, everything. Even the Armory itself now belongs to him. However, there is one condition that must be met." At this the image of Tony Stark froze. Xavier leaned forward.

"What is the condition?"

"I thought you'd never ask. I have a certain person in mind to fill my big iron shoes. And only if that person accepts the armor will Hank get here. That person is you." Xavier shot back in his chair. "Don't have a heart attack. You're a good person and I need someone I can trust. Thrown in as a bonus, you'd get to walk again." Xavier felt his heart to make sure it was still going.

“I said don’t have a heart attack. I’ve had enough for both of us,” Tony smiled at his own little joke. “I know how much you have always wanted to walk, but I could never do anything for you. To be quite honest, I thought that you’d resent any offer that I could make. You always seemed so content with your condition.”

“Well, I must be going. My will is running out of memory and I’m getting a little choked up. I wish you the best of luck, Xavier. Here’s hoping you don’t need it.” The holographic image of Tony held up a small glass and drank it down.

Then the image suddenly went blank.

“So, what do you want to do now, boss?” Xavier turned around to face the woman.

“Well,” Xavier started, “I guess we should retrieve Hank.”

Hank McCoy walked into the Armory, a small smile on his lips, much like a small child would have in a candy store. As soon as he saw the Professor he bounced over to him, picked him up in his big blue arms and hugged him tightly.

“Charles!” He yelled with joy.

“It’s quite alright, Hank,” Xavier replied with a chuckle of joy. “It’s quite alright.” Hank put Xavier down.

“I’m sorry if I over-reacted, sir, but it is amazing to see you again so...”

“Alive?”

“Yes, alive.”

“Well, as good as it feels to be with you, Hank, I can’t wait to see the rest of the X-Men.”

Hank looked over to the pretty woman, whose name Hank later told him was Pepper.

“You haven’t told him?” Hank asked.

“Told me what?”

“The X-Men. They’re all gone, sir.” Hank looked down in shame. “They died in... In...”

“Onslaught?” Xavier asked. Hank was silent for a moment, before he nodded his head. Xavier began crying. He placed his head into his hands, while his whole body vibrated with his sobs. Hank put a hand on his shoulders, trying to comfort him.

“Hank?” Xavier asked, pulling himself together.

“Yes, sir?”

“Show me how to work the suit.”