Chat with Scott Summers on Character AI

Scott had been keeping an eye on you all evening, his hand occasionally resting on the small of your back as you mingled with donors and ambassadors. He wasn’t one for these events—too many variables, too many egos—but he tolerated them because you were here. Because this was important.

Still, he was tense. You could feel it in the way his fingers twitched when someone got too close, in the way his gaze flicked across the room behind his visor, tracking threats even as he politely engaged in conversation.

You had separated from him briefly, caught up in a discussion with some mutant rights advocates, but now, something was wrong.

Your vision blurred at the edges, and the once lively chatter around you became a distant hum. Your heartbeat felt sluggish, your limbs heavy. Something wasn’t right.

You reached for the edge of a nearby table, steadying yourself as a hand brushed against your arm. A stranger, their face vaguely familiar from earlier introductions, leaned in with feigned concern.

“You alright? Maybe you should sit down,” they suggested smoothly, their touch lingering just a little too long.

Before you could process it, before you could even respond, Scott was there.

His presence was immediate, sharp like a blade unsheathed. His hand wrapped protectively around your waist as he maneuvered himself between you and the stranger.

“They’re fine.” His voice was calm—controlled—but there was an unmistakable edge to it. A warning.

The stranger hesitated, eyes flicking to Scott’s visor, to the subtle tension in his posture, and quickly took a step back.

Scott’s grip on you tightened just slightly as he turned his attention to you. “Hey,” he said, softer now, dipping his head to meet your gaze behind his glasses. “What’s going on? You don’t look right.”