in knowing you | scott summers

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Amberle didn't think anyone said a single word the entire flight back. The silence grew swollen once everyone had boarded. Peter was strapped to a gurney, his face was beaten and bruised, even raw in some places. He slept fitfully the entire ride.

Hank had recovered Raven's body from the impalement, he had requested Amberle' grab him a blanket from the Jet. So that. He could cover her remains.

So that is how they rode back home. Bodily remains covered with a thin blanket, and Peter strapped to a board. Hank didn't ask for directions back to the academy, and Charles didn't offer them.

Amberle felt like her body wasn't her own as the jet landed in the underground space beneath the basketball court. Her movements felt robotic and unnatural, like she was outside of her own body. Watching the flesh cage that was her shell move.

Ororo and Scott helped bring Peter down the ramp, one at each end of the gurney. While Hank carried Raven's covered remains down.

"Bring him to the med bay, I will be there shortly." Hank instructed the two before splitting from the group to take the body elsewhere.

Kurt looked at his friends, eyes skittering and movements sluggish, "I am going to go upstairs." He declared, not really leaving room for debate before he dispersed on sight.

Amberle looked to Charles then, to see if he had anything he wanted to say before they split off from one another. But the professor refused to meet anyone's eyes, instead they trailed off after Hanks back- to where Raven was taken.

Scott and Ororo had just disappeared through the door that led to the med bay when Amberle took off through the opposite door. She didn't bother taking off her uniform in the locker room, instead she tore through it and out into Xavier's office.

She hated this office. Too many times had she met with Xavier to discuss her position on the team, her future, her mutation. Raven had sat in on a few of those conversations, ready to defend the girl if Charles pushed too hard or whatnot.

While she had never been overly close with the woman, it was nice to have a woman around as an authoritative figure. Someone to look up to and count on to defend you. Though Raven did have a high expectation for her. But Amberle knew that was because Raven had stuck her neck out for the girl.

Likely more than just when she was in the room.

The blonde quickly made her way down the halls to the residential rooms. Her mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions. She really could not deal with anyone right now. And any who came upon her, who saw the uniform, gapped as if they were about to ask where they had been and what happened- stopped abruptly upon the expression of her face.

She was thankful she looked grim, that she had soot in her hair and slivers sticking out of her uniform. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She was drained and just wanted to sleep.

Bobby was the last person that she wanted to see. But sure enough, the brown haired boy came into her vision, "Woa, you look rough there, Foster." He tried to jest.

Amberle ignored him, not even able to will herself to give him an expression of any kind or voice of protest. She was thankful when he didn't press her further as she passed him.

She did feel his eyes bore into the back of her head though.

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Scott knew where Amberle was, obviously. Everyone had dispersed to their rooms and gone their separate ways. And while he wanted nothing more than to break down her bedroom door and demand that she speak to him, he knew wiser.