"I was never sure" Henry says uncertainly. I close my eyes, why would Henry keep this from me? Even if he wasn't sure, we could've investigated it together. "Ashton told me."
I shake my head; I can't handle this right now. Clover is dead, who cares who my dad is. "I don't even care" I decide, sitting down on Henry's red couch. Henry sits next to me, his hand right next to mine, he turns his body to the side so he's facing me. "I don't care."
"You do care, that's why it hurts" Henry says calmly, a surge of annoyance flows through my body, who is Henry to tell me how I feel or if I care?
"I don't care, Henry! It doesn't fucking matter" I snap, looking away from Henry. "She's not coming back, ever, and I don't care, I don't." I blink fiercely to prevent tears from running down my face, I'm sick of crying and being in pain, I just want to defeat the x-men.
"Why are you getting so upset if you don't care?" Henry says, his tone slightly challenging which causes me to clench my fists.
"I'm not upset! Stop telling me how I feel" I yell, my voice louder than I intended it to be. I don't apologise, I don't care anymore. I don't care if Henry is mad at me, I don't care if Charles wants to trick me into thinking he's my dad, I don't care that Clover is dead because of me.
"Storm, it's okay to care" Henry says softly. My face is turning red and I'm clenching fists so hard I think I've drawn blood. "Breathe."
"No, you breathe! I'm fine, stop treating me like I'm some fragile doll" I say, standing up and heading to walk out the door. Henry is in front of me in a flash, raising an eyebrow as he blocks the door.
"I'm your best friend, you can talk to me" Henry says softly. "Or not talk, you can scream or cry or we can go and train, whatever you need."
"I need you to move out of the way" I say, my eyes hardening as I look at Henry, my body is tense, like it's ready to make the first move. A part of me is screaming at me to stop, I'm not going to fight Henry.
"No" Henry replies, sounding every bit as determined as I did. He folds his arms and leans against his door, I resist the urge to pull him away and run out of the room, Henry is my friend, I shouldn't be turning against him.
"I'm giving you one chance, let me-" I stop talking as the door opens and Charles appears. I place my hands on my head and turn around in frustration, my back to both Henry and Charles.
"Storm-"
"No, you don't get to say anything to me. Steve and Natasha already did this, find another way to manipulate me" I yell, the small part of me that was warning me I'm acting irrationally has gone, I think all my cells are telling me to get away from Henry and Charles, no matter the cost.
"I'm not lying, I think you're so upset because you know it could be true" Charles says gently, I shake my head, still not looking at either of them. "I want to help you, Storm, so does Henry, don't push away the people who love you."
I don't say anything, my arms crossed as I still refuse to turn around and look at Charles, I don't even want to look at Henry, I just want to get out of this room, but my legs are frozen to the ground, refusing to move. Charles being my dad is possible, I think deep down I have always wondered if I was really experimented on, I think I always knew I was born a mutant and then experimented on to get more power. I just turned a blind eye because I trusted Mystique, I knew if she was keeping something from me it was for my own good.
"Even if you are my dad, why would you want me?" I whisper, he knows all the evil acts I've committed, and he knows how broken and fragile I am, that isn't what you look for in a child. Charles comes over and I feel his hand on my shoulder.
"You are everything most people would want in a daughter. Selfless, caring, brave, always willing to do the right thing, even though you know you could die" Charles says, tears stream down my face but I'm unsure whether it's because I believe Charles or because I'm missing Clover.
"Just go" I say, at some point I've ended up sitting on the floor, my head in my hands. I think Henry has left to give us space.
"No" Charles says, I force myself to look up and I see genuine concern in his eyes, the eyes that are the same as mine.
"Can I have a hug?" I ask quietly. Charles nods and opens his arms, he wraps them tightly around me, one hand on my back and the other on my head, patting my long brown hair.
"I'm never going to leave you, I promise" Charles says soothingly. "You're safe with me."
*Author's Note* Storm never asking for comfort, and then asking Charles for a hug in this chapter made me so sad.
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Beautiful Ruins
Action"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...
