03: 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (ACT ONE:: Master your powers) ❝ Welcome to Xavier School❞
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HENRY HAD HIS METAL TRAY... placed on a table beside Wanda. She lay unconscious in a patient bed, covered from the waist to below with the provided blanket from Peter. Henry believed having her rested beneath the school was the best option for the student's sake. No one will know what might happen when she wakes up, nor will they know what her powers can do.
Her friend, Natasha, won't dare to utter one word about her. She has every right not to trust them after being held captive by the humans. Within time, answers will soon be revealed.
Henry breathed stiffly beneath his lips to loosen the heavy tension his shoulders carried. As much as he was relieved, Peter was safe and sound. He felt Wanda might be more dangerous than she appears. Keeping his distance is all he will do to protect Peter from any wrongs she might drag him into.
He then readied his syringe, lifting her forearm with his free palm as his other aimed the needle to poke against her skin. Besides his concerns, discovering the damage the humans have done was requested of Charles.
Only to gain some keen insight into what they did to her besides training her to be a weapon. Moments in sticking in the needle, Wanda jolted up from the mattress, swinging her palm from her other side towards him.
"Wait!" He flew over the tables behind him, knocking the supplies that stood on top as he hit the nearest wall.
Wanda rolled off the mattress, landing on the ground on her front side. "Eugh!" She hissed to the slight pain from the fall. Where am I? Natasha?
She rose her fatigued body off the floor to stand on her bare feet, vacating from the room she had woken into. "Natasha?" She called, dragging herself past the open doors, entering the empty hall.
No Answer. "Nat?" She called again, scouting her surroundings.
This feels different. Is she still in the facility? This doesn't look like any other room and hallway she's been dragged into. Wanda's fingers caressed under her chin, checking for a feel of her collar as her eyes lowered to the fit she had on. No collar. No leather suit. She wore a short black dress that was just above her knees.
