Golden Snitch and The Wolverine.

Over Powered

“Okay, give me another one.” I said to Ana. She sighed and looked at the binder.

“Sean Cassidy, Mutant Male, created high powered sonic waves with his voice. Was eventually able to use them to fly using a technologically designed suit and gliding wings.” She listed and I nodded. I turned into the main part of the danger room. I focused and sent a loud ‘mah’ across the room. a loud screeching sound soared across the room and impacted the wall. it bounced off and ricocheted around the room. We covered our ears and waited for it to die down. I removed all thoughts of Sean Cassidy the banshee from my mind.

“Wow. That was intense.” I said and Ana nodded. “One more?” I said and she shook her head.

“No. You’ll stress yourself honey.” She closed the binder and stood up. I frowned and planted my fists on my hips.

“Coddler.” I snapped and she rolled her eyes.

“Come on, lets go and get some lunch. Pietro and Chrystal wanted to eat together.” I nodded and helped her up. For three days Ana and I had been spending time in the Danger room, filling my head with the knowledge of mutants past and present. I had accumulated a large array of powers including fire, ice, water and the latest banshee. My favorite so far was Raven Darkholme. She could transform into anyone she had ever seen plus a mix of this and that. I had tried over four hundred hair styles, colors, and cuts over the past two days and was currently sporting a spiky red mohawk I saw in a magazine a few days previous. I got some odd looks, but I could care less. The thing was, when I tried to use other powers, I returned to my normal form.

“I’m thinking a roast beef sandwich.” Ana said and I smiled. I caught my reflection in the window and cocked my head to one side. My eyes flashed yellow and my scalp shifted blue and my hair dropped into long silver curls trailing past my hips. Ana snorted. “Show off.” I grinned and stuck my tongue out at her. We linked arms and bounced into the kitchen. Pietro was whistling and buttering toast while Chrystal watched him with a soft smile and tapped a beat out on her cheek. He waved and smiled at us.

“There’s my other ladies! How was the latest power surge?” he said as we sat around the island.

“Cool. I can create sparks and walk through walls now and I can make sound waves through my mouth.” I said and wiggled my fingers so light crackled along their edges. Chrystal whistled in appreciation and nodded her head. I grinned and then the door opened I peered over my shoulder and Scott and Jean walked in.

“Hey J-ott.” The three of them said as one and I rolled my eyes. They both looked to me for explanation.

“It’s the shortened version of your names together in the perfect relationship they place you in.” I said and they both blinked. I rolled my eyes. “It’s you ship name.” Jean blushed and Scott frowned.

“What’s a ship?” And Ana and Chrystal launched into an explanation of what a ship, OTP, and cannon was. Scott looked traumatized, Jean looked confused and I was more than done. I snagged the bacon, roast beef sandwich I made and left for the garage. I wanted to get another look at that motorcycle. I pushed open the garage door and closed it behind me. I bit into the sandwich and wandered over to the bike. there were two just now, one Scott’s and one broken down rusted mess. I avoided it and poked the wheel with my foot. it whined and I frowned. That couldn’t be good.

I set down the plate and found a jack, wrenching up the bike. I shifted my hair to short, black and spiky and my clothes to a black tank top and shorts. I climbed underneath and glared at the dripping gasket. I was going to kill Logan.

“Well hello there.” Came a voice and I froze. Whoever he was he couldn’t see anything but my legs. Time for some fun. I pushed out as my body altered to that of Ana. I looked up and Scott blinked in surprise. “Any particular reason you’re messing with my bike?” He asked folding his arms. I sat up and leaned back, head lolling to one side.