"Storm stop thinking so much" Henry says tiredly from where he's lying down on a couch in front of the tv, looking at something on his phone.
"You can't read my mind, I'm a mutant" I remind Henry, Henry glances up from his phone and gives me an unimpressed look.
"Storm, Deathbird probably isn't even coming here. Remember what Tony said, we're supposed to be healing" Peter pipes in, it's just the three of us awake, everyone else has gone to their rooms. It's nearly midnight, if I was sensible, I'd head to bed now, but my mind is too busy thinking.
"And by 'we' he means you because you have serious issues of blaming yourself for everything and anything" Henry says bluntly, not bothering to look at me. I frown at him and pick up one a white pillow and chuck it at Henry, it hits Henry's stomach.
"Ouch" Henry rolls his eyes, not bothering to look away from his phone this time. "You do realise I can move things with my mind, don't you?"
"What training is your dad actually getting us to do?" Peter asks me, his expression turning serious. I blink in surprise at Charles being called my father, I don't think anyone's said that before. I've wondered so many times what I'd be like if I was raised by him or if Estella wasn't killed. It's funny to mourn someone you don't really know, but ever since I found out about Estella my heart has been aching to meet her.
"It's focused on our powers, making sure we're using our full range and all our strengths" I answer, unsure how to explain it, I don't fully know myself. I think Charles is using his telepathy to put us in some kind of simulation like the final battle, but I have no idea what it will look like. The avengers seem certain there will some massive battle with all of us and all of the x-men, but I can't imagine Magneto gathering up every mutant to come and fight, currently the x-men have the advantage and they're basically ruling the country.
Peter sighs, I glance over at him. He looks exhausted, I know he's been plagued with nightmares, I think all of us have. I wish Magneto hadn't killed Peter's aunt, she was the only biological family Peter had left, Peter didn't deserve that.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save May" I say softly, glancing at Peter. He's never blamed me for it, and I know he never will, but his aunt was killed because he knew me, he was only on Magneto's radar because he came to the x-men academy.
"These things happen to people like us, the only people to blame are the x-men" Peter says, giving me a small, sad smile. I suppose he's right; nobody can name a hero who is happy. My mind flickers to the x-men, I knew they were bloodthirsty and ruthless when I grew up, but I never blamed them for it, I thought they had no other choice, that all our lives were in danger because the avengers decided we all needed to die. "Do you really think there will be a full-on war?"
"Oh, It's coming" Henry says, sitting up and glancing at us. "Haven't you felt it in the last few weeks? Both sides are preparing to make their final moves." I nod in agreement, something has certainly shifted, we'd be fools to not have noticed it. I can't blame Peter for trying to avoid it, I wish that I could.
"Aren't we too young for this?" Peter asks quietly, glancing at me with a vulnerable expression, I wish I could convince the people I love to run away so they won't get hurt but I can't. I run my hand through my hair, we're sixteen, but there will be mutants who are younger than us, the avengers won't actively try to hurt or kill these kids, but there are always causalities in war. Too many people have been hurt already.
"Yes" I say honestly, glancing at Peter. This upcoming war shouldn't be happening, the x-men should never have started attacking humans for power, but they did and now we're the ones who have to try and stop them, despite the fact this started before we were born. "But none of us are going to sit this one out."
"Storm's right, me and her have to fight, we owe it to everyone after what we've done" Henry says quietly, glancing at me. "But, Peter, you don't, you haven't made massive mistakes like us, you and Ned and MJ should leave and go somewhere safe until it's over." Peter won't agree to this, he's too kind and caring.
"I've begged MJ and Ned to do that, but they've refused, and I have these powers for a reason, I can't sit back and do nothing when I have the power to help" Peter says quietly, I feel the exact same way, I'd feel selfish if I didn't use my powers to help people.
"We should go to bed" I say, glancing at the clock. It's half-past twelve, we should've gone to bed a lot earlier than this. Peter and Henry don't say much but all head upstairs and into our rooms, I've already gotten ready for bed, so I lie down in my bed and try to push all my thoughts out of my head.
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Beautiful Ruins
Hành động"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...
