"(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-Nine: Under the Stars
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Friday, March 23
The last month was a whirlwind. It was the simplest way I could describe it. Harry still attempted to talk to me, MJ, and Ned, but avoided Peter like he had the plague. When they did have to be near each other, like during lunch, he would glare at him like no tomorrow. I could cut the tension in the air with a knife, but I didn't know what I expected. Any attempt to talk to Harry about forgiving Peter was dismissed with a wave of his hand.
I was just glad Harry hadn't tried to kill Peter yet, though I sensed something was bubbling. The way Harry would look through me, like he saw something I didn't, worried me. Whenever I tried to talk to him about it he did the same dismissive motion he did with Peter. On top of that, it would lead to me bringing up Harry's dad and that was like walking on glass.
Currently, I was working with Shuri on her newest ocean related project. It was the weekend, meaning I would spend that night and Saturday night in Wakanda, and be going back home Sunday morning in time for school and time with family and friends if I felt like socializing.
"What's this about a field trip next month?" Shuri questioned, ripping my phone out of my hands. I had just taken it out of my pocket to read a text I received.
"Do you have any idea what privacy means?" I snapped, snatching my phone back.
"I'm a princess. It's my job to know everyone's business. That includes yours. You may not be Wakandan but you have the tattoo," Shuri smirked triumphantly.
I rolled my eyes, "We have a field trip to the Museum of Modern Art next month. It sounds really boring but I don't know what I expected. It's school."
I glanced down at the text. It was Ned asking the original group chat about whether or not we needed to bring our own lunch to the field trip.
"What were we talking about?" I turned my phone off. Peter or MJ could answer Ned.
"Your suit upgrade."
"Right."
Shuri moved over to a mannequin where the only thing on it was the cuffs I used to support my wrists. It looked strangely bare and made me nervous. Why was she offering me a new suit when all she had was my cuffs?
"So I was talking to Stark. Very egotistical, classic white man," Shuri trailed off topic to go on one of her classic rants.
"Don't you know it," I cheered.
"And we worked together on this suit and another model," Shuri pulled the cuffs off the mannequin, holding them out, "Put them on, you'll understand soon."
