"(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 Twenty-Five: Returning Home
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"I'm going to miss Wakanda," I muttered, looking out the window of the ship as it landed at the Avengers compound.
"You'll be going back for your internship," Peter pointed out.
"It won't be the same," I whined dramatically, "I'm actually going to have to work."
"What do you call the lessons we had to take over the summer?" Peter questioned.
"Seeing you getting your butt kicked while learning about a cool country," I laughed at the memories.
Peter flushed in embarrassment and grumbled under his breath, making me laugh even more.
The Wakandan ship touched down on the pad. There, Aunt May and my parents were waiting to bring us home. May seemed amazed by the compound, while my parents were casual about it, not new to the hero scene like May was.
"Hamba kakuhle," I waved, bag slung over my shoulder.
"Hamba kakuhle," T'Challa nodded, smiling, "We look forward to having you back during the year."
"I look forward to training with the Dora Milaje again," I sent Peter a pointed look.
"Shut up," he muttered weakly.
"I look forward to kicking ass," Okoye smirked.
The door to the ship closed, and it cloaked and took off. Peter and I watched it go, already feeling nostalgic about our recent memories.
My dad grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk of our car. While he was doing that I gave Peter a tight hug and kissed his cheek.
"I'll see you soon Bug-Boy," I smile, getting into the back of our car.
While in the car I updated my parents on everything that had happened since we talked last. I even showed off my tattoo, granted my dad almost swerved off the road when he saw it. He was more excited about it glowing than anything else.
"How was New York? Any attacks?" By order of my parents, I hadn't been looking at any news about New York. They didn't want me to stress over the city when I wasn't there.
"No..." my dad's voice rose an octave as he quite obviously lied about the state of our city.
"Your voice always raises when you lie Dad. What happened?"
"No one was hurt," Mom started slowly, "But there were a few attacks. Just appearances and attacks on supply trucks that were heading towards Oscorp. By the time the X-Men got there to deal with him he was gone."
