A/N: I'm not going to say anything. But I think you're really going to like this chapter. Not one of my best, but it has a good plot twi-yeah I'm going to stop talking. Enjoy.

Marisa's POV

I ran down the halls, passing many agents, keeping my head down. I didn't want to leave. I was happy here, I felt of use, I wasn't just the babysitter.

I ran until I burst through my door, I ran and laid on my bed face down crying into my pillow, Thank God I was wearing waterproof makeup. I turned over and hugged the pillow to my chest, my eyes still clouded with tears. I didn't want to go back to being the babysitter for the 12 year olds, and everyone's kids. I wanted to help people, be able to use my powers for good, and not for making Scott Jr. stop eating paste.

I heard a clicking coming from down the halls, please don't be for me, I thought. The clicking stopped by my room, and then came to my bed.

"I knew you would be here." A woman's voice said. She pulled me into a hug, I looked up to see Natasha. "Don't worry," she said, "It's just me."

I nodded and hugged her back, just crying, "I don't want to go," I whispered, "I'm so happy here, I can help here. Please don't let her take me back."

"I won't let her. I promise. Tony is thinking of a couple of things to say to your mother when she gets here. You're not going to go anywhere, we like you too much. You're one of us now." She hugged me tighter.

"Thank you," I whispered into her shoulder. I let go and started wiping away my tears. I looked around my room, and my stomach dropped. "Someone's been in my room." I said.

"What?" Natasha asked.

"Someone's been in my room. Look." My clothes were thrown everywhere, all of my underwear, and shirts, the wardrobe doors were thrown open, and the jackets and shoes were all over the place. I got up from my bed and ran to the bathroom, it was almost the exact same scene, soaps and shampoos were thrown everywhere. The shower curtain had been pulled down, with the water running in the tub, and the tub had just started to over flow. I walked inside, and looked at the open medicine cabinet. I closed the door, slowly, feeling like I was in a horror movie, and sure enough the mirror was broken, broken glass fell everywhere.

"What happened in here?" I heard Fury say. I ran back into the other room, the whole team was there. I'm talking the team, Phil, Grant, Leo, Jemma, Skye, Melinda, and Peter. "Look Pryde, I know you're upset, but that doesn't mean you can trash your room."

"It wasn't me." I said. "I've been gone for what, 2 minutes? Do you honestly think I could do all of this in 2 minutes. You haven't even seen the bathroom yet.

Everyone walked over to the bathroom, "Oh my God." Bruce said, "Who the hell did this?" He asked looking at me.

"That's just it, I don't know. But they did seem to have fun with my new things." I walked over to the tub and turned the taps off. "Can you hold this?" I asked handing my jacket to Bruce, he nodded as I rolled up the sleeves of my blouse and pulled out the plug. I shook my hand dry, rolled down my sleeve, and took my jacket back from Bruce, "Thanks." I said. He smiled.

"Well, whoever did this clearly isn't a fan of subtlety." Tony said looking around the room.

"Hey guys, check this out." I heard Skye said from the other room. I lifted myself into the air and flew over to where she was standing, "What is it?" I asked hovering above the ground. She handed me an envelope.

"You might want to read this." She said. The note wasn't hand written, but in cut out magazine letters.

"Wow, cliché much?" I asked looking at the note.

MARISA The front of the envelope said. I tore open the envelope, and pulled out the note inside, and read it out loud.

LEAVE NOW OR YOU WILL BE HURT

"Give me that." Phil took the letter from my hands. He looked at the note.

"Who the hell would threaten you?" Bruce asked me, "Do you have any enemies from the institute."

"No, I never left the house sometimes." I said fly pacing. Flacing as I called it.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked.

"Flacing." I said simply.

"What?"

"Fly pacing." I explained.

"Oh."

"Are we even sure it is a threat," said Peter looking up at me, making me stop, "I mean, it could be a warning."

"A warning? No, people write a warning in their own handwriting, or the send a phone call, or a video message. No through some magazine cut out note." I said, coming down to look at him. I flew away from him and continued in my flacing.

"I will go have this scanned for prints." Phil said, about to leave the room.

"Oh no you won't." Fury said, "You're still dead, remember. Jemma, take Leo and go have it scanned for prints."

"Yes sir," They both said.

Jemma took the letter from Phil with a pair of tweezers, and put it in a bag. "Sorry Phil."

"It's okay." He said. He handed over the note and walked over to me, "Are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, just a little peeved is all." I put my hands on my head. I looked around the room and realized something, "SHIT!" I yelled.

"What?" Everyone left in the room turned to me.

"If my mom is coming, which she is, then I have got to clean this place UP! She is going to have a conniption if she sees this mess." I started flying around frantically, picking up tops and throwing them onto my bed so I could fold them.

"Well you could tell her it wasn't your fault." Natasha said, watching me fly.

I stopped, "Do you want to explain that to an angry mutant mom who just found out her child ran away to go be with her biological dad?"

Natasha opened her mouth, and then closed it again. "You're good." She said cocking her eye brow, "I'll help." She started picking up jackets.

"I can take the bathroom," said Melinda.

"And I can help in here as well," Skye said.

"Awesome, thanks." I said to them.

"Anything we can d-"

"NO!" We all yelled.

"Come on boys, out the door." I said with a wave of my hand, making them form a clump around Phil so he wouldn't be seen, and leaving the room.

I took a hold of grabbing clothes off the ground, Skye dealt with folding, and Natasha tackled hanging. I put the shoes by Natasha, "Those go on the bottom floor of the wardrobe." I said.

"Okay." Natasha started lining up the shoes. After about five minutes I closed the last drawer on the dresser, and straightened out the vanity.

"Okay, let's go help Melinda." Skye said.

We all ran towards the bathroom and saw Melinda putting all the soaps on the counter. "I didn't know where you wanted them." She said looking at me.

"That's fine, I'll put them away." I started grabbing bottles and putting them where they were before. Everything was starting to look back to normal, until we looked down at the ground. Towels were soaked through. "Oh. My. God."

"Took the words right out of my mouth." Skye said behind me.

"How the hell are we going to get all of this cleaned up?" I asked.

"Could you use some help?" I turned around at the familiar voice. The biggest smile came across my face.

"Auntie Jean!" I ran over to her and hugged her.

"Haha, yes it's me hun. So," She pushed me out to arms reach, "What happened in here."

"Someone threatened me. They destroyed my room. We've gotten everything done mostly, but there's still the water."

"Well, I can take care of that." Jean raised above the ground and lifted her hands, lifting the water with them, thankfully avoiding all of us. She formed the water into a ball, and put it in the tub, then let go. She then telekinetically lifted the towels and rung them out about the tub, and hung them up to dry. She lowered herself, back into a standing position, "There, that should do it."

"Jean, you are a lifesaver." I said to her.

"Well thank you, now come on, there are more here waiting for you." That's when the realization of why Jean was here, hit me.

"You've come to take me back home. Haven't you?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetie, I'm sorry, but it's for your own good." Jean said.

"I'm not going back. I can make this choice myself. Me staying is good." I lifted myself off the ground, and zoomed out of the room faster than you could say Warp Speed (A/N: STAR TREK! Sorry, had to. Please continue reading.) I went past the team as they were heading towards the bridge.

"Marisa?" Tony called.

"They're here." I called back. I flew towards the stairs heading onto the top of the boat. I saw the blackbird and the X-Jet, everyone had finished unloading, and the professor was just rolling down the ramp. I lowered myself down and started walking towards them, the wind blowing my hair around my face. "I'm not going back!" I called.

Everyone turned their attention to me, even Hank, but he kept some attention on the professor and his chair. "Marisa! What happened to you?" Mom asked looking at me, "Your hair, and your clothes, and what happened to your hand."

"Nevermind. I'm not going back."

Mom seemed to snap back to reality, "Oh yes you are young lady. You don't have a choice. You may not like it now, but you'll thank me later. It's for your own good."

"You know what, that's exactly what Jean said. 'It's for your own good.' I think I can decide what's good for me, thanks."

The rest of my team ran up the stairs, and stood behind me, even Phil and the others were there. Even Peter was there.

"Tony! How dare you corrupt my child into thinking this is good for her!" Mom yelled.

"Kitty calm down," Lance said placing an arm around Mom's shoulder.

"She's my child to Kitty!" Tony called, thank God he was on my side.

"Oh no she's not! I'm the one that raised her, not you. I'm the one that bathed her, not you!" Kitty yelled.

"Maybe that's cause you didn't tell him about me! You always told me he wanted nothing to do with me, but he seemed genuinely surprised when he met me!" I yelled at her.

"We were better off without him." Mom said.

"You might have been, but I wasn't." I said back to her. I heard Jean flying, and next thing I knew her hand was around my wrist.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but this is what's best." She started pulling me up.

"No, Jean. It's not. Now put me down!" I focused all my energy on her, and made her let go of my wrist. I fell a couple of feet, before stopping myself. I lowered myself back down to the ground.

"Taking me back, may seem what's best for you guys, but it's not what's best for me."

"Look kid, we get it, you made some friends, and you helped some people. You've had your fill, now can you please come to your senses and get over here." The gruff voice said. Logan stepped forward in his plaid shirt and leather jacket. Typical Logan.

"Logan, this isn't some little adventure. I am helping people. I am making a difference, and that's all I ever wanted to do. I figured when I was fourteen I could do that with the X-Men, but my powers were late. Even when my powers came in, you guys wouldn't even consider putting me on the team."

"You didn't have the skills yet kid, you're still a runt." Logan said.

"No, I have the skills, and you know it. I practised with Scott and Kurt since I was a kid, and the better I got, the more you guys would try and shove me down. Look, I love you guys, but I don't want to be the mutant babysitter anymore."

"Is that what you think you are to us?" Rogue asked, walking towards me.

"No. That's what I know I am to you. Just because I'm the only one that can stop Scott Jr. from eating all the paste out of the container. 'Marisa, you can't come, you have to take care of the kids.' Even if those kids weren't around, there would still be some excuse for you to leave me behind all the effing time." I looked at them all.

"We just wanted to keep you safe." Kurt said, walking up to his sister.

"I know that, but I can handle myself." I said to him.

"It's true she can." Clint said stepping forward.

"And who are you?" Rogue asked looking at him.

"Clint Barton, I'm a friend of Tony's. Earlier this morning there was a large fire in New York, and it was started by a mutant, who you may know. St. John Allerdyce."

"Johnny!" A shriek came. Sure enough Wanda pushed through the crowd, "Where is he?" She asked, trying to keep her temper down.

"In custody. The thing is, if it wasn't for Marisa," Clint put his hand on my shoulder, "We might not have been able to stop that fire. Marisa was able to talk him into giving up."

"What?" Wanda asked looking at me.

"Yeah."

"We have John Allerdyce in custody in the lower level containing units here on board," Fury said stepping forward.

"Fury." Logan said.

"Logan, Professor Xavier, good to see you again. If needed you can stay on the boat for a while to help us figure out what he is up to."

"They're needed," I said. Everyone looked at me in surprise. "This doesn't change anything. I'm not going back, whether you like it or not, but you can help. You know John far better than I ever could."

"And you still need me," Erik stepped forward, "Remember."

"How could I forget?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Great, then everyone, please follow me." Fury turned and walked down the stairs.

A/N: Well? Well? Well? Yeah I do that sometimes. Tell me what you thought, and what more do you want. PLEASE TELL ME I NEED GUIDANCE! Seriously guys, this is your story as much as it is mine.

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