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"Just tell him"
"Its not that easy"
Ororo shot him a look, "really?"
"I can't just walk up and say "Hey by the way I'm your son you didn't even know you existed""
"The longer you leave it the harder it will get"
"I know" Peter groaned, hanging off the bed,
"On that note stop complaining I need to finish my homework."
"Imaging doing your homework"
Peter felt his legs pushed towards him
"WHY DID YOU PUSH ME OFF?!"
"Cause your annoying me"
"You-"
"What is going on in here?"
"JEAN! She pushed me off the bed" Peter whinnied
"Your an adult" Scott scoffed "Stop bullying someone 10 years younger than you."
"I'm only-"
"Anyway-" Jean cut in "Mystique wants us in the danger room in 10 for training."
"Thanks" Peter shouted as the two walked away,
"You should go get ready" Ororo said putting her homework back into its folder "I don't think you can fight in leather pants"
"Today" Mystique spoke walking down the line "You will be sparing, with no powers, in pairs "
Peter looked over to Ororo and made eye contact,
"that I have assigned,"
Ororo got put with Kurt, Jean was with Mystique because they had odd numbers, and Peter was with Scott fucking Summers. He'd been an asshole to Peter scince they got back from Cairo.
They managed to get a couple minutes in before the shit talking started. It started after Scott landed a punch,
"Imaging getting beaten by a teen"
Peter turned and swung, his fist connecting with Scott's chest,
"Yeah imaging"
As Scott got up his fist connected with Peter's jaw,
"Not so fast now"
Peter turned back to Scott his fisting aiming for Scott's face. He felt his nose crushing under his fist as blood started to run down Scotts face,
*CRASH*
The two stopped turning to face the noise,
"That's strange?" Mystique said walking over, one of the metal panels had fallen off the wall, "I guess we will end it- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED"
Oh right, Scott's nose.
"THIS WAS MEANT TO BE SPARRING NOT BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF THE OTHER PERSON"
"HE STARTED IT"
"YOUR THE ONE WHO PUNCH ME IN THE JAW"
"THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT, YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE"
"THAT WAS NOT A-"
"THATS ENOUGHT" the two stopped and looked back to Mystique "Scott go to Hank and get patched up, Peter... go get some ice. The rest of you go study."
"Get some ice, he's the one who punched me in the jaw, he started, it's not-"
"Who started it?"
Peter swung around,
"hey magneto, whatch ya doing"
"Getting a drink"
"Cooool"
"Why do you have a bag of frozen peas?"
Peter looked down to his hand, he had grabbed the first frozen thing he saw,
"Scott punched me in the jaw,"
Magneto froze "he what,"
"We where sparring and he punched me in the jaw, and then I got in trouble for punching him in the face"
"That's what Raven was mad about" Magneto said as he put the kettle on the stove
"Really"
"Yes, Charles asked me to help fix the panel that fell. She was muttering about it the whole time,"
Peter was definitely getting yelled at later,
"What happened with the panel by the way?"
"It fell off the wall"
"That's strange"
"Why"
"It looked like it had been pulled"
Peter froze "what"
"Yes I think Mrs Grey may have accidently pulled it off with her telekinesis" He spoke as he poured the water into a mug
"Yeah, I've got to go,"
Peter ran out of the kitchen before Magneto could respond. With in seconds he was back in his room back against the door.
It couldn't have been...
He had it controlled
He hadn't done it since
...
That day.
His mother insisted he never use it
"Its dangerous,"
"Why" He'd asked to young to really know what was happening
"It connects you to people you need to stay away from. Never use it."
He'd done it in private away from his mums eyes the only other person who knew was her. His other half, his sister. Peter reached into his pocket and pulled the little train. It was made from an old spoon he'd found in the garden of there apartment block, he'd made it for her the day it happened, to cheer her up. School had been hard, the neighbours had whispered about her. He never had the chance to give it to her. It was a crude train, he didn't quite know how to make a proper train shaped, he'd tried thou. He based it off the train they took to see grandma. The trips back to Poland where one of his favourite memories. he turned it over looking at the engraving on the bottom of the train.
Wanda and Pietro.