Evan was asleep in his bed. Pietro kicked open the door to his room and pulled the blanket off Evan.
"Wakie wakie eggs and bakie."
"Huh? Wha?" asked Evan, groggy.
"Get up," ordered Pietro. "Time for training.
"I don't train."
"You do now. Up."
"It's a Saturday." Evan looked at the clock. "And it's six A.M.! You're insane!"
He laid back down.
Pietro scowled. He grabbed Evan by the shirt and pulled him out of bed.
"Get up! You're training start now!"
After Evan got dressed and had some breakfast, he and Pietro were in the back yard.
"Yo, this is pointless, man," said Evan. "I already have perfect control over my powers."
"Really?" asked Pietro, raising an eyebrow. "Then explain why there are so many spikes in the walls."
"I have a few accidents! Like no one does!"
"If you had perfect control over your powers then you wouldn't have accidents."
"Oh so you never had trouble with your powers once or twice?"
"Daniels, I've had my powers for as long as I can remember. I've been a mutant since day one. I was trained at a young age. Maybe I did have some trouble with my powers when I was younger. Maybe. But I learned how to control my powers and not make mistakes and have accidents. You you don't learn to control your spikes, then you could seriously hurt someone. People have to scramble for cover when you sneeze."
Evan stayed silent.
"Now shut up and let me help you."
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