The alliance between the X Men and the Avengers

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Pieter:

I'm feeling a little unsettled after Marry's revelation. I have no clue what to do now. Is it really true and I have a sister named Lorna? After the professor left with the others, we stood in the hallway without a word for a while. Until Marry and Charles went back to bed. Now the six of us are sitting in the teaching room, lost in our thoughts.
"Can you imagine it?" Asks Vanessa. Her hair has fallen loose and is hanging wildly over her face. However, the rest of us don't look any better.
"Well, it's about Magneto, after all. I wouldn't be so sure about that," Jean mumbles. Even if I have to agree with her, I feel an inexplicable pain. For whatever reason, I feel connected to him.
"So what do we do now?" Logan asks after a while of silence.
"Wait until Lorna comes back and we'll hear what she has to say about that. If what Marry and the professor say is true, then we'll find a solution," says Scott. We all know that we can't avoid a conversation with my father. Either there will be no bloodbath or a lot of unnecessary blood will be spilled. Bloody hell!
"So it's a done deal," my wife says, and I nod in agreement. Again we fall silent. Each of us dwells on our thoughts. A heavy grandfather clock ticks in the background. Somehow it reminds me of the baroque period. Whyever.
"It's getting late, maybe we should go to sleep!" Vanessa mumbles tiredly.

Eric:

Annoyed, I sit in my prison cell. I've been behind bars since the X Mens won. But this time Raven won't help me. Because she went back to Charles. Even though I already suspected it, I was a bit surprised. But I didn't stop her. I've influenced her for too long. Stupidly, I'm going to sit here and sour now. This time the government has made sure that I cannot be freed. I'm sitting on the narrow cot and reading when the thick security door opens. Two security guards and a visitor come into my field of vision. She wears a flashing ankle on her ankle. Her green hair is kept relatively short and otherwise she only wears black clothes. She stops in front of the security fence, flanked by the officers. Her heels clatter on the floor with every step. I get up and stop two steps in front of a cell wall.
"What honors me?" I ask instead of a greeting. The woman looks at me.
"You probably don't remember, but we already know each other."
"Oh yes? And from where?" She looks at me intently.
"Sorry, I'm Lorna Dane. Your daughter." At the last words, she eyed me carefully. Unfortunately, I can't react the way I wanted to.
"So what am I supposed to do now? Make up for all that time?" I ask sarcastically. But she sees me disparagingly.
"Yeah sure, now you're acting like a worried daddy, but no thanks."
"And what do you want here then?"
"Saying goodbye to an asshole of Dad." Before I can say anything else, she turns around. Then she disappeared too.