Hey guys, thanks for reading my fanfiction :) This is my first work in english, so I apologise in advance for the spelling/grammar mistakes you may find here. I hope you'll enjoy this short first chapter, and rest assured: more will follow!

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PROLOGUE - Learning Takes Time

Oh man, could this be MORE boring?

Peter was sitting in a classroom with a dozen other students while Hank McCoy was projecting them a documentary on the mutant gene and all the research that had been done on the subject. Could've been interesting but it wasn't. It was bo-ring. Peter was starting to get restless and was burning to go run outside or play some videogames instead of rotting in a chair like an old, old man. The gray-haired speedster was unconsciously stamping his foot on the ground, utterly incapable of remaining immobile for more than two seconds, and the girl sitting next to him started to glare at him, annoyed. The documentary then showed a picture of Professor Xavier in the 60's at the time he had published his first book. Peter let out a snort and all eyes turned towards him. Okay, not discreet, but cooome on! The Professor looked so nerdy in this picture! Pure. Gold. Hank frowned and crossed his arms.

"Do you have something to say, Peter?", he asked. It wasn't the first time Peter had interrupted his class, and it was starting to bother him a bit, despite his legendary patience.

Well, he always had a few things to say, actually. Like, they saved the world and the only things they got in exchange were classes and homeworks? Bullshit alert. They could have at least given them a medal or something. But instead of saying it out loud, Peter shrugged, now playing the drums on his desk with two pencils. He sneered.

"I don't know man, is it going to last much longer? 'Cause I have tons of stuff to do, people to see, and we're not getting any younger, if you see what I mean." He glanced at the annoyed girl sitting next to him. "Especially you, Jubilee, but you already knew that, right?"

"Piss off, jackass!" she replied.

Ororo Munroe, who was sitting behind Peter, let out a laugh of appreciation. He actually liked her, she had badass hair and eyes to die for, but he was obviously not going to tell her that anytime soon. A faint smile crossed the other students' faces. Hank McCoy raised his hands in the air in an attempt to calm things down.

"Come on guys. This is a place of learning, we are trying to help you control your powers. You could at least pretend to care."

The poor guy suddenly looked lost among all those noisy teenagers. Peter was almost sorry for him, but his purpose in life was to push other people's buttons until they lost it. That and eating Ding Dongs, so you gotta do what you gotta do. That being said, Peter was not trying to ruin the class or anything – he was just being himself. He took a jaded air, faintly smiling. He felt like a cool politician arguing for world peace.

"Hey, I've already been to high school – for the most part. I really don't deserve another round of it..." Peter shrugged again, looking at Hank with a mocking flicker in his black eyes.

To be fair, he was a bit tired of having to go to class, getting up at 7 and all that. He was 26 for god's sake and he'd been to class for the majority of his life already. Plus, he had been the perfect student ever since they came back from Egypt two months ago, so he thought he clearly deserved some time off. And so did the others, judging by the dark circles under their eyes. Jean Grey looked like she had not gotten any sleep for days and Scott Summers was literaly half-asleep on his desk. It was time to do something about it and shake things up.

Hank took a minute to think, unwilling to take the responsibily of letting him go that easily. But then the bell rang and saved him from this uncomfortable situation. He was about to ask Peter to stay for a word about his attitude in class but the speedster turned on his walkman in the blink of an eye. Billie Jean started to play in his ears. He put his goggles on and waved Hank goodbye before flashing away, his silver jacket leaving a glimmer in the dark classroom.

Sorry, can't hear you, buh bye.