in knowing you | scott summers

⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆ part seven ⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆

Amberle opened the door that led from her bathroom to the bedroom. A towel held her hair up and she was already dressed in her pajamas. She felt the weight of the evening weighing down on her shoulders, the feeling of 'clean' only made her limbs relax to the point where it felt she could sink right through her bed and into the earth.

While he headache had cleared, likely due to the medicine Hank had given her- and the fact that she was able to cover up and gain control over the well within. She still felt as if it were threatening to return, waiting along the edges of her mind.

She took in the sight of Scott sprawled on her bed. He had picked up one of her textbooks from math 55 and while she couldn't see his eyes, she knew he was just pretending to be engrossed in the content.

"I don't know how you even begin to understand any of this." He commented.

Amberle smiled, turning her head down so that she could unwrap the towel from her damp hair, "I do not intake information the same way that you do."

"Oh, I am more than aware of that." Scott replied, "I mean, it's not like you touch things and take in the information and instantly understand it- right? There is a difference between knowing something simply because you've seen it and then truly understanding something, right?"

His gaze shifted to her as she hung her towel on the back of her bathroom door. The blonde took a few steps to her bed and climbed atop, nestling herself into Scotts side.

"I am not entirely sure how to explain it in a way that would make sense to you. The struggle of explaining it is that I am not even entirely sure how it works myself if I am being honest." Amberle sighed out, taking the book from him.

The rush of information flooded into her mind as she opened herself up to the textbook. Thousands of bits of information coursed behind her eyes, "I guess it might be like, my brain is a computer. And you can input things into it that download automatically. I do not have to 'learn' everything because it just automatically inputs into my system, my brain."

She closed the book, having gathered everything about its existence already. "I know that it has been only used by a total of three students ever. Before that it belonged to a professor who taught Math 55 at Harvard university who then donated the textbook to Charles himself once he opened the school and inquired to the Ivy League colleges about what courses they recommended that mutants like me should take."

"Courses that would potentially challenge me." She mused to herself, she doubted she would ever find a course challenging due to the nature of her abilities.

"That makes sense, kinda." Scott admits after a couple moments of silence, "You would be a great teacher one day."

Amberle froze at that comment. Is that how he saw her spending her future? Standing before a class, offering lectures on various subjects? Confined to a mundane life where all of her energy was sucked away into the minds of students who didn't want to be sitting there just as much as she didn't want to be standing there?

She felt ill suddenly. Her stomach turning sour as she felt wisps of hurt and betrayal coax around her mind. Is that really how Scott thought her future held? That was all she was capable of? Surely he would much rather prefer her to be at his side, defending people and fighting those who would threaten the innocent.

"If you wanted to do that." He added quickly, sensing the change of her mood. "You would be great at lots of things! An engineer, a doctor-"

Amberle cut him off, "What if I do not want to be any of those things?" She snapped.

He seemed a little confused by her aggressive tone. Regarding her now as if she were a child that was nearing a tantrum, "What do you want to be, Ambs?"