"(Y/n)," Professor X was the next person on the screen, "I believe I'm the last person to give my message. I've seen many minds, and many mutants in my years, but you will always stick out to me. When you thought you were dangerous, or doubted yours...
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Chapter Six: Maryland (Pt. 1)
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The next morning you woke up desiring nothing more than to stay in bed and sleep all day, but Peter's freshly washed and folded clothes taunted you from the top of your dresser. You didn't understand why you told Peter what you did yesterday. You wanted to blame it on your exhaustion, but your mind told you that you were just desperate for someone to talk to who wouldn't judge you.
You got out of bed and carefully put Peter's clothes in a drawstring bag. Pulling an outfit from your closet, you pulled it on and moved on to the bathroom. After washing your face you put some concealer over a small bruise forming on your cheek. Having some skill in makeup was a requirement when you were a hero with a secret identity.
I found the core of that gun in someone's yard yesterday
I'm going to break it open in woodshop and see what I find out
With a sigh, you set your phone face down on the kitchen table as you sat down for breakfast. Your mom passed you a plate while you were distracted. It was a switched schedule today, so instead of Decathlon, you had your other elective. It seemed Peter had woodshop.
Meet me by my locker
"How was the party?"
"Huh?" You looked up from your phone, "Oh, it was fine until Peter and I had to go stop an illegal weapons deal and got yelled at by Iron Man."
"High school," your dad chuckled.
You nodded, swallowing the rest of your food and grabbing the two bags you had to bring to school. Taking a small moment to gather yourself before you stepped out the door, you put on a smile and waved to your parents.
"Bye, I'll see you later."
You took your usual route to school, walking to the subway and taking that almost all the way there. When you got inside, you stopped at your locker and anxiously waited for Peter to meet you.
"Hey (Y/n)."
"Hey, Liz," you greeted with a smile. It was hard to find genuinely nice people out in the world, and Liz was one of those people. She had a kind heart and wasn't afraid to show it.
"So I was thinking that after we get back from the tournament we can go homecoming shopping together- after you have some time to unpack and whatnot. I've been so busy planning the dance that I haven't had the chance to buy my dress yet."
"Yeah sure," you replied absently, not processing what Liz was saying.
"Perfect! We can plan the details later. See you!"
