I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 84 Returning to the team
Cyclops Scott Summers stood on the balcony of the room that S.H.I.E.L.D. had prepared for them, gazing blankly at the night view of Madrid.

The night view of Madrid is stunning, possessing a mesmerizing and dazzling quality. The city burns in the darkness. Neon lights, like liquid rainbows, flow down the towering glass buildings, turning the entire sky into a vortex of crimson and cobalt blue. In the distance, the lights of the lower city are sparse, like dying fireflies, swallowed up by the dazzling light pollution of the upper city. The high temperature slightly distorts the air, making the whole city seem to float in a colorful mist, as unreal as a dream.

He couldn't help but sigh, not understanding why his former comrades had no attachment to the past. They had once been united under the professor, and the college had once been their home, but now, no one wanted to continue any of that.

Laser Eyes' fingers tightened unconsciously, the red light behind his quartz glasses flickering slightly. He wanted to inherit not just the estate, but Charles's ideal—an ideal about coexistence, about hope. But looking around, he found himself almost entirely alone.

He couldn't help but sigh again.

At that moment, Cyclops first heard a knock on the door. After a few seconds, the door slammed to the ground with a loud bang. He turned around and saw Spider-Man standing at his door, looking quite embarrassed.

"Um, Mr. Samos?"

"Oh, no need, just call me Scott." Cyclops warmly welcomed Peter into his room. As for the door issue, S.H.I.E.L.D. would surely take care of it: "Is there anything I can help you with, kid?"

"I want to talk about Wolverine... Mr. Logan."

Before Peter could finish speaking, Cyclops interrupted him: "Sorry, kid, you saw that. That's just how Logan is. You don't need to worry about it."

However, Cyclops clearly misunderstood Peter's meaning.

“I mean… I think I understand what Wolverine means.” Peter said, walking to the window and standing next to Cyclops. “I’m different from everyone else. I don’t reveal my identity and wear this mask because I’m worried I don’t have the ability to protect my family. Even with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., I can’t guarantee that my enemies, especially those whose identities I don’t know, won’t harm my family.”

Cyclops listened silently to Peter's words, his quartz glasses reflecting the neon lights of Madrid. He knew the boy was trying to comfort him, and he didn't reject his kindness.

"So I think, maybe Wolverine is the same. The reason he chose to refuse was not because he didn't care about Professor Xavier's legacy, but because he cared too much about it. He probably felt that everyone around him had suffered because of him, so in order to protect what he cared about, he needed to stay away from you."

This actually has little to do with Peter wearing a mask, but it is indeed Logan's true thought. Whether in the comics or the movies, Wolverine believes that he is a jinx and that everyone around him, everyone who treats him kindly, will not have a good ending. Whenever he has this thought, he will distance himself from the people he cares about.

Therefore, Peter concluded that Logan's refusal this time was for the same reason.

Cyclops remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled, thanked Peter, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Oh, sorry, I haven't been able to control my abilities very well yet, there's a slight leakage..."

“It’s alright, kid.” Cyclops laughed nonchalantly. “I’ve seen many young mutants struggle to control their abilities. You’re still far behind them. You should go back now; I have to go out for a bit.”

“Oh, there’s one more thing.” Peter reminded Cyclops, who was probably about to go out to find Logan: “Theoretically, the X-gene can be inherited, and that half-Japanese guy named Daken called Wolverine a name we don’t even know. Is it possible that he’s Logan’s son?”

At the Winter House casino, Logan, now dressed in a white suit, walked into the dilapidated lobby. He sighed at the mess. Not everyone had run away, but no one had come in to rob anyone either, because a girl in a yellow coat was chewing bubble gum and playing a slot machine. "This kind of thing isn't suitable for children, Qianhuan."

Logan leaned against the slot machine and spoke to the girl. She said her name was Li Qianhuan, and her parents were from Dongda University. They came to Madrid to do financial business, but were mistaken for someone else by gangsters and died tragically on the streets. Afterwards, she wandered alone in Madrid. Logan adopted her after discovering she was a mutant, becoming her guardian.

“I know minors can’t gamble, but I was just playing around.” Li Qianhuan chuckled, snapped his fingers, and sparks flew from his fingertips. “I didn’t spend any money, and I even helped you chase away the robbers. Say ‘thank you’?”

“You saw it too, those guys I’ve been looking for have come knocking on my door.” Logan didn’t know how to begin, but he decided to tell Qianhuan his plans anyway: “I… I found you a place that will be very safe…”

"You don't want me anymore?"

“No, it’s just… sigh…” Logan sighed before he could finish speaking, not because he didn’t know what to say, but because he smelled the scent of an old acquaintance.

"Why are you here again, One-Eyed Dragon?"

“Same as before, Logan.” Laser Eyes saw Li Qianhuan sitting there, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he said in a serious tone, “But I haven’t finished speaking yet. There are some things I need to tell you.”

“My mind is not going to change, Scott.”

“Listen to me, Logan. Whether you come back or not, I’m going to rebuild the X-Men because I just learned from a kid that the world still needs the X-Men. So I have something else to say to you.” Cyclops, carrying a case, looked at Logan: “I will make you my first heir because… if I die, I don’t know who else can lead us besides you.”

Logan was stunned when he first heard such words and saw such laser eyes, while Li Qianhuan looked at Logan expectantly.

“Stop running away, old man. We need you. You can’t keep using ‘I have to protect you’ as an excuse to run away. Are you going to tell this child, ‘I’m going to protect you,’ and then push her away? Danger is there, it won’t disappear just because you’re not here.”

Logan stared intently at Cyclops, his nose telling him that Scott Summers had never been this serious before.

“If I could really kill everyone around me, Scott, I guarantee you’d be dead in a few days, and then I could inherit a mansion in New York.”

Cyclops couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, then tossed the box in his hand to Logan. Logan opened the box, stunned, and looked at Cyclops: "What the hell?"

"Your suit, Hank made one for everyone. If you plan to return, then wear it."

“No, what I mean is…” Logan looked at the yellow and blue Kevlar-made battle suit in the box: “This? Isn’t there anything else?”

"So what do you want, a yellow bodysuit? Or a black leather jacket?"

Li Qianhuan chuckled. Logan stared at the suit for a long time before finally sighing and shaking his head at Cyclops with a smile: "Go to hell, Bob."

(End of this chapter)