Tricked
You would give anything to be a normal person, devoid of the freakish powers you wielded. Ostracised from society, sooner or later Professor Xavier sought you out, as he did most young mutants, to join his school for the 'gifted'. It was obviously a cover-up, even though some did somehow believe your powers were gifts. To quote Logan, 'a gift is something you can return'.
Speaking of Logan, he was one of your teachers. So were the rest of the X-Men. They were good teachers. Professor Xavier was a good headmaster. You'd heard about a group that were against the X-Men, a group lead by a man by the name of 'Magneto'. Pretty stupid name. But he sounded dangerous, and so did the rest of his goons.
You were told, more often than you were comfortable with, that your powers were among the more, for lack of a better term 'powerful' than most of the school, that you had to be careful with them and be careful when by yourself because that group would quote unquote 'go great lengths to have you in their clutches'. Why did it have to be you? The one person on earth who'd rather not have this.
The powers in question were time travel powers. Now, you couldn't instantly go back to, say, the 70's with the snap of your fingers, that'd just be far too much. Instead, you were able to go back in a time frame between several seconds to a few minutes. The further you went back the further it strained you of course. But time travel powers, at any capacity is a force to be reckoned with, and you didn't need to be told that.
How you discovered you could even do this was when you saved your father. He was standing at a train station with you, maybe a little too close to the edge because he ended up falling onto the tracks, and with your own eyes you saw your father flattened by the oncoming train. You cried out, and next thing you knew you were having the same conversation you were having a few minutes ago. He was saying the same thing, and you were shell shocked. But it didn't take you too long to snap out of it and drag his body away from the tracks. He was obviously very confused, but upon explanation he wasn't so sceptical, considering the world you lived in that was littered with mutants.
And that's how you ended up here. Your classmates, the human ones, upon finding out, would remark that you 'could kill them, and rewind time like nothing ever happened'. Or... do something else, something you never even considered with any one of them. So, it was nice to be in a place where you could study without that kind of nuisance. And, of course, hone your powers, gradually increase the maximum time you could go back and decrease the fatigue you would feel afterward. You started thinking of 'hero' names, but none of them stuck.
You felt almost hopeful for the future at one point, but of course this feeling never lasted. You see, you were always one to struggle making friends, not following the advice of 'never finding yourself alone' because you, didn't really know how to do that. So, you were eating lunch by yourself, until soon Logan approached you, you thought maybe he was feeling sorry for you. He did have a sort of paternal instinct, and he was one of your favourite teachers.
"Hey bub, what's the matter?"
You look up from your sandwich.
"Oh, just eating lunch." He pat you on the back heartily.
"Y'know, I was just looking for you. Needed to have a chat, d'you mind?" It was a common occurrence, you having one on ones, due to the fact that your power was, well, so different from all the rest. You didn't see anything strange about this request. So you got up and obliged, just following behind him. Following him inside. You look to the window outside and see all the students having fun and socialising, something you quite struggled to do. And standing there with them... was that...
As soon as the person in front of you realised the revelation you were having, his skin flaked away and revealed their true identity. The shapeshifter that worked for Magneto. This was really happening. Before you had time to react, before you could use your power, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and stumbled, trying your very hardest to even yell out, but you were soon out cold, your last sensation was being scooped up in her arms and whisked away.
And then, as if it was all a bad dream you groggily awakened. But you were not at the school. You weren't anywhere you even recognised. Something heavy, and metal was around your neck. You don't know how long you were out cold for but it was definitely too long for you to rewind all the way back.
"Awake, are we?"
The voice of an older man. He came to you as a silhouette, and then an actual figure, a helmeted man with aged features. He was looking down at you. "I was starting to grow impatient." You didn't even know what to say. You knew who he was, so you didn't have to ask. And you knew... what he wanted with you. Well, you didn't know his plan.
"Magneto..." He smiled.
"So we don't have to waste time with introductions, good." He came right up to you, bending down. "Was she a convincing Wolverine? I can always count on her." You scowled at him, he didn't seem to appreciate your silence. "Rogue was way chattier than you. But maybe I prefer this."
"Torture me all you want but I'm never using my power for you." His eyes narrowed, he'd finally gotten something out of you. With a crooked smile, he raised a finger and you could feel pressure on your neck, the metal restriction gravitating upward, causing your face to gravitate as well. Way too close to his for comfort. Your throat was constricted, as if you could barely breathe.
"I am quite sure you will eat those words. Y/N. Yes, I've done my research. What a little hero, saving your father." You were going red in the face from asphyxiation so he soon stopped manipulating that metal, causing you to slump down and bring a hand to your chest, breathing out deeply. He looked down at you now with contempt. "There's nothing you can do. I can manipulate metal. You, do you want to go back in time and experience that again? I don't think so."
He was right. You weren't built for combat. Sure, you could keep rewinding until you knew his next move, until you found out what worked but you were completely helpless right now. It was true that the X-Men were probably out looking for you. Professor X had Cerebro, so it was bound to be soon...
As if he could read your thoughts, just as the Professor could, he would break the silence. "The collar you have on is quite special. It's made out of the same material..." He clinks the metal of his helmet. "That this is. And you know what this helmet does, don't you?"
Your heart dropped. Cerebro was not going to help. They couldn't locate you. "I've had my minions wear one as well, as much as Sabretooth hates being domesticated." He scoffed, while you looked emptily down at the ground. "Don't look so upset. I can make this easy for you." Yeah, that'd mean complying. Betraying the X-Men. Was that something you could live with?
But you also hated pain. More than anything. You were bluffing when you said torture wouldn't work, it would. And he probably knew that. "Or I could make this very hard." Again, he was manipulating the collar, this time making it squeeze your neck, constricting you. He seemed to take enjoyment out of choking you half to death. You eventually started to lose consciousness, reaching out and weakly gripping his forearm. He sort of flinched at your touch, and you could feel a flinch in the control he had over the collar. Until altogether he stopped.
"So, are we going until you pass out, or?" God damnit. You shake your head slowly. "Good. I'll let you get some rest, and then we will go over my plan." He straightened himself out and turned to leave. You couldn't believe how pathetic you were.