I Say, Come And Get Me

[6]

"How do we do this?" I asked following Charles and Peter to an elevator.

Peter slowed to walked beside me, "He'll explain later. For now why don't you tell me about your powers. You know about mine, but I have no idea about yours."

"One of my powers is this blue light that comes from my hands-"

"Is it just a blue light?" Peter asked interrupting.

"Yes. But I'm pretty sure that it's more then that, I just haven't unlocked that yet."

"Unlocked?" Peter asked slowly like he didn't understand.

"That's how Banner explained it. He said I've always had the powers, but the guy who was controlling me unlocked them."

"You were being controlled?"

"Yeah. Kind of a weird story. The guy loved me and came to Earth to tell me, but then Tony was all 'Not my daughter you biach' but as a niece. We had to fight him and everything, and now he gets to live in Norway or something."

"I have no idea who Tony is, but that was an interesting story." Peter was staring off into space and grinning.

"You ok there Pete?"

He blinked and it was like nothing happened, "Yeah. Why?"

"You just seemed out of it," I thought of how I could describe how he looked, "Kind of like Willy Wonka when he thinks about his dad."

Peter laughed, "Really?"

"Yeah." I smiled.

Peter looked into my eyes and his smile faltered.

"What?" I asked concern filling my voice.

"N-nothing." a blush crept on to his face.

"Ok." Why won't he tell me what's wrong?

Do you guys want Peter's POV of this part so you know what's going on?

*******

"Why do we have to wear these?" I whined pulling at the suit. It was some type of uncomfortable material, leather I think.

"Yours adapts to your powers," Charles explained for the fifth time.

I groaned, Charles just chuckled and walked over to a computer console.

Peter ran into the room stopping next to me, "What ever shall we be doing today?"

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It doesn't have to," Peter said walking to the middle of the room.

"That's kind of how talking works."

"But not communication. As Charles once said..."

"What'd he say?" I asked after Peter was silent for awhile.

"He said talking has to make sense, but communication doesn't," Peter recalled with a proud look on his face.

I shook my head, not really sure what to say.

"Shall we get started?" Charles ask pressing a button on the control panel.

********* (time skip because idk how to write their training yet) *********

"How does the glowy thing work?" Peter asked stopping in front of me.

"I don't know. I just kind of do it," I said shrugging.

"Like me and running?"

"Sure. And I don't think you said that correctly."

"What are you the grammar police now?" He asked shoving me.

"No, but they are." I stared at a wall for a while.

Peter looked at the wall, "What are you staring at?"

"It was supposed to be dramatic." I shoved him, "I was staring at something that wasn't there."

"Like a ghost or somethin'."

"Or somethin'." I muttered glancing at the readers behind us.

"So what do you wanna do now? Training takes up most of the day," Peter asked not noticing the forth wall break.

"We can do outside, right?"

"Well yeah. We aren't trapped in here."

I grabbed his hand and ran off to our room.

So what do you guys think of the fourth wall break?

Yes?

No?

Should I do more?