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Warning: Weird eyes, some swear words, fighting stuff. Nothing too serious.

Twenty minutes later, Hank parked the truck behind the hedge, right next to the fence. I got to my feet, walked towards the shutter and unlocked it.

This was it.

We were going to try to get the mansion back.

At that moment, it sounded nuts.

I breathed in, breathed out. Sean put his hand on my shoulder. It was comforting but frustratingly careful. I pulled my boyfriend into a hug, which startled him, but I didn't care; this could be the last time I ever touched him.

When I let go of him, he was grinning.

"Ready?" he asked me.

I nodded. When I replied, it was Firelocks who spoke. The bitch was back.

"Ready."

With that simple word, I pushed the shutter open and jumped out of the truck. Before I even know it, I was running towards the front door, yelling at the top of my lungs.

The two men that were guarding the door pointed their guns at me, but I was faster. I pushed them aside and hurled into the house.

As I dashed up the stairs, I forced myself to focus. Sure, I was happy that the fighter inside me was back, but it wasn't my time to fight yet.

My first task was to get my father's wheelchair, so that he could move but also use his powers. When I asked him why he didn't want the serum, he replied that his powers were telepathic, not physical. He wasn't well with violence, he said.

Second staircase. More stairsteps.

I wondered why I wasn't out of breath yet. Adrenalin, I guessed.

My bare feet pounded on the wood. I crashed into one of Trask's guys. Before he could do anything, I had already smashed my elbow into his face. His nose made an ugly, cracking sound and he fell on the floor.

I sprinted into my father's room – thank God the door was open – and towards the closet where he kept his feared chair. The thing had become a little dusty over the past couple of weeks.

When I pulled the wheelchair out of the closet and rolled it into the corridor, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps.

Shit. Someone's coming.

I decided to make a run for it. I hurled down the stairs, pushing the wheelchair. The wheels slammed on the stairsteps with a deafening noise.

I reached the ground floor without any problems. It was chaos downstairs; there were fights everywhere.

Hank was throwing the Trask guys through the room, through the doorway; I had to duck a couple of times to not get hit by one of them.

Wanda kept them outside with some kind of magic, red sparks flying from her hands.

Peter was running so fast that he wasn't even visible, but I knew that he was there because he picked the men up, one by one, and dragged them out of the mansion.

Sean was using all the power he had inside his meagre, lanky body to punch the shit out of the bad guys. He could also use his powers, but I knew that he didn't because he didn't want to hurt the others. I didn't know how, I just knew it.

Peter stopped running right in front of me, nearly giving me a heart attack, and smiled.

"Need a lift?" he asked me.

He didn't even give me the chance to reply – he just picked me up from the ground and carried me towards the truck. Thank God I didn't drop the wheelchair on the way.

I grinned as the kid put me down in front of the vehicle.

"Thanks, Peter."

"You're welcome," he replied before racing away.

"Luka?" my father's voice sounded from behind me. "Are you all right?"

"Fine, Dad!" I shouted back before turning to him. "I've got the chair."

He smiled a little.

"Thank you," he said. "Could you help me, please?"

I nodded and stood up.

I helped him into the wheelchair, and when he had settled himself in the seat, he looked up at me.

"I-I am not sure how much I can do," he said, his voice trembling a little. He was nervous, I realized. "My powers are still weak. I am not sure how many people I can stop before I cave in."

I smiled.

"We're all still a little clumsy," I reassured him. "But we're doing our best and I'm pretty sure that that's enough. We'll get the mansion back. I feel it. We just have to do what's needed to make sure it happens in the future."

I had never been too great with pep talks, but I felt like this one wasn't really bad.

Charles seemed to think for a moment before he replied: "Okay. I will... do my best."

"That's enough," I replied – was it weird that I felt like this conversation was also going to happen somewhere in the future, but with someone else?*

He took a deep breath, as if he was gathering courage, then started rolling towards the house, really slowly.

The men that were standing outside – it were quite a lot of them by then – immediately spotted him and started shooting.

I gasped but didn't scream, not wanting to pull my father out of his concentration as he shut all of them out, one by one. After a couple of seconds, all the guys in Trask uniform were lying on the ground.

I sprinted towards Charles as he held his head in his hands, groaning quietly.

"Dad?" I asked.

My thoughts were racing.

Had he been hit?

Had he used too much of his powers?

What was going on?

"Luka, please, do not do that," he moaned, his jaws pinched on each other. "You are giving me a headache."

I frowned.

What had I done – I wasn't doing anything, was I?

"I am all right," he said, calmer now.

He turned to me, eyes big and worried.

"I can read your mind, Luka," he said. "I think your powers have been deactivated. You have to activate them again."

I frowned again; how was that possible? Could I turn my powers on and off?

That was weird.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

I tried to remember the training I had had when I had just discovered my powers. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

The closet.

Imagine the closet.

Open the drawer with the lock.

I put everything I had in pulling that tiny drawer in the smallest corner of the closet. The lock shattered and I caught sight of the whirlpool of colours that was inside the drawer.

Immediately, something clicked inside my head and my powers were back – I hadn't known that I had missed it so much.

It was a heavy feeling, but in a good way; it kept me with both feet on the ground. It was comforting. It felt like I had a lost part of myself back.

I breathed in the cold air and opened my eyes to look right into my father's happy face. It was long ago that I had seen him like that.

Energy flowed through my body.

"I'm going to help," I said, starting to run towards the mansion, towards my friends.

I heard my father chuckle behind me.

"Good luck," he shouted, "my girl."

It was so surprising that I nearly tripped, but I didn't turn around, I just smiled. The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I kept running.

Peter saw me coming and waved at me while tackling a man, who fell flat on his face. Wanda was still standing pretty close to him, her hands in the air, making a wall of red sparks. Her magic was more complicated than I thought, I realized when I jogged right through the sparks. It kept the bad guys outside, but it was no problem for me.

As soon as I came inside the building, something changed. It was like Wanda's magic had enlarged my powers, and it didn't fit just inside my head, anymore.

My vision got split in two.

With my left eye, I saw Sean, Peter, Wanda and Hank standing in the middle of the hall. Hank threw a man outside.

With my right eye, I saw... a Trask guy?

Where was he?

I squinted. He was standing behind a doorway. I watched him as he jumped and slammed his fist against the side of Wanda's head.

My left eye, though, still saw the little girl standing next to the kitchen door.

It took me a second to realize what was going on.

My left eye saw what was happening right now.

My right eye saw the future.

"Wanda, duck!" I yelled, running towards the kitchen door.

She frowned but dropped to the ground immediately. At the moment that the man jumped, I grabbed his shirt and pushed him out of the house.

He was too startled to do anything, and just stumbled through the sparking wall, into my father's reach. He was on the ground in a second.

Wanda looked at me with a startled look on her face, standing up.

"Thanks," she said awkwardly. "Hey, eh... There's something weird going on with your eyes, you may wanna take a look at that."

"What's going on with my eyes?" I asked, confused.

I turned around so that I was facing the mirror on the wall. Wanda was right; there was something weird going on with my eyes.

My left eye had its usual, blue colour, but my left eye was black. Not just the iris was black; all the white was gone.

It looked really strange, and it kinda scared me, too. I hoped that it was just temporary.

I stood there for, like, three seconds or so before my right eye saw a next threat. Someone with a gun was going to come down the stairs and start shooting. I tackled him before he reached the floor. Peter pulled the man outside.

It kept going like that for a while; I saw someone coming, I made sure they were harmless, and Peter or Hank got him outside.

After about half an hour, nothing was coming, anymore.

"Are we done?" Sean asked.

It was the first time he spoke since we had left the truck. He sounded exhausted.

Wanda nodded.

"Yeah," she replied. "They're all gone, I feel it."

She took a deep breath, and Peter rushed towards her, as if he knew what that meant.

"Wanda," he said, sounding worried, "are you sure you can do this? You've never put a force field around a building that's so big, and you must be tired of keeping that wall thing up for so long, and..."

I had never heard him talk like that before. While he kept listing reasons why she didn't have to do it, I focused on my right eye.

It showed me that Wanda could do it, she could put a force field around the mansion. After that, she would faint, but it was going to be fine; she would be all right.

The little girl's voice in the present pulled me out of my thoughts.

"It's okay, Pietro," she said to her brother. "I can do this."

"She's right," I added, "she can do it. I saw it."

Peter seemed to think for a moment before nodding and walking away.

To Sean, I mouthed: "Catch her."

He frowned but nodded. Then we looked at Wanda again.

She was drawing on the wall with her fingers, old and mysterious symbols that glowed with a dull, red light.

When she was done, she stepped back and started to dance. She seemed to be in some kind of trance; her eyes were red and she moved slower and more graciously than a four-years-old was supposed to move.

With every movement, the sparks on her hands grew brighter. At the moment that the light began to hurt my eyes, she put her hands over the symbols on the wall.

The sparks entered the wall and started to spread. Every wall glowed for a moment before they got their usual, simple colour back.

Wanda managed to stay on her feet until the entire force field was complete. Then she passed out.

Sean could catch her just in time, though of course, I had seen that he could do that.

Peter dashed towards them and then turned to me with an angry look on his face.

"You said that she could do it!" he yelled. "Liar!"

Wanda's exhausted voice sounded from behind him.

"Pietro," she whispered, "it's fine. I'm... all right. I did it. You guys are safe."

I couldn't help but smile. We were safe.

Finally.

I ran out of the house, over the gravel lane, towards my father.

He saw me and smiled. I smiled back.

"Wanda did it," I shouted while skidding to a halt. "She put a force field around the house. We're safe."

He didn't reply; just smiled the same happy smile as I had on my face. He didn't say anything about my weird eye, or maybe he just already knew about that.

We remained silent for a while before the most unexpected thing happened: he wrapped his arms around me.

My father was hugging me.

Maybe I had seen it coming. Maybe not.

I was startled for a moment before hugging him back.

And even though the force field wasn't around us, I had never felt safer.

*= Days of Future Past, the scene in the airplane where Logan asks Charles if he can bring the X-Men together in the future. Charles replies: "I will... do my best" and Logan says: "That's enough. Believe me."