Yin: Author's note: Disclaimer. Don't own Marvel, but I do own Lucas. So yeah.

Amanda picked Lucas up, practically dragging him away from his tired uncles. The five month old had been hyper before he could crawl, but now that he figured out the use of his appendages, he was almost to much for anyone to handle. Raven said his father had been like that too.
His father...well, Kurt was around. You might see him occasionally, but more you just knew. Different things would be done around the place, like the wood chopped, or berries picked. One time they even found a bucket of honey on the porch.
The biggest thing that stood out was the handprint. Around Kurt's birthday, a nineteenth handprint had mysteriously appeared on his wall. It could only mean that Kurt had done it. He had been inside the same room as sleeping Amanda and Lucas. But like always, he had not stayed.
Amanda saw Kurt more than anyone else, but perhaps it was just because she actually looked for him. Everyone else just accepted that he alive, and if he wanted to come back, he would.
Amanda, on the other hand, felt like something was wrong. Her Kurt would not abandon her, or their son. He wouldn't just leave his family and friends hanging. If he was alive, he would spend every breathing second trying to get back to them. And since he was alive and not doing that, she knew something was hindering him. And since she had been right about him being alive, why couldn't she be correct about this too?

Nightcrawler's eyes peered through the tree branches. He looked down at the celebration at hand, his stomach growling at all the food. Fried chicken, grilled cheese sandwiches, delicious blueberry pie, and cake lined the picnic table along with other foods.
The group was singing to Amanda. As the words reached Nightcrawler's ears, he knew what they celebrating. Her birthday. It was her special day, and he felt like he should be there beside her, singing just as loud or louder than the others.
Amanda was laughing, bouncing Lucas on her knee. The little boy, however, was distracted by a flock of low flying geese. He reached for them, frustrated because his mother kept trying to get him to sit still.
But Lucas was determined. He scrunched his eyebrows, focusing on the birds. He smiled, a little baby smile, and teleported from his mother's arms.
At first Amanda did not see where he went. She glanced around, suddenly noticing the height her baby was.
He had teleported toward the geese, but had misjudged the distance greatly. He wasn't nearly as high as them, but the fall would most certainly kill him.
Nightcrawler didn't think. He leapt from the tree, catching Lucas mid-fall. Twisting so he faced the sky, Nightcrawler shielded Lucas. He braced for impact, holding on to the wiggling child.
Nightcrawler hit the ground hard. It took his breath away, and he wished he would have teleported the moment he had touched Lucas. Of course, they would have landed just as hard from the speed they were both traveling.
Slightly dazed, he stumbled up, and passed a perfectly fine, although shaken, Lucas to Amanda. She clutched Lucas, still in shock.
Nightcrawler turned, ready to teleport. Amanda grabbed his wrist. "Kurt."
He flinched. He didn't know why, he just did. He felt if he left, he would be deserting her.
Blue took Lucas from Amanda, leaving her arms open. She hugged him tightly, wrapping both arms around him. He wanted so bad to hug her back, but he couldn't. He did not know her.
"I knew you'd come back," She whispered.
What was she talking about? Come back? She acted like she was his friend, and he had no friends.
Putting his hand to his head, Nightcrawler suddenly saw an image play out in his mind.

Something threw him down, and his head hitting a boulder. Everything blacked out for a little, hazy and he couldn't focus.
The next thing he knew, Amanda was screaming, clinging tight to him. She didn't want to let him go. She sounded like she was pleading, but for what? Then she kissed him and was gone. Someone had yanked her away from him.
People were doing something...tying him...He couldn't think, nothing looked right. His head hurt so much...what was happening...?

Someone patted him on the back. Nightcrawler wheeled around from Amanda's touch, facing an older green-skinned teen. "Kurt," He gulped. Then he too hugged him tears almost coming out of his eyes. "I missed you so much!"
Two African Americans clasped him. The woman started crying alongside Amanda, but he could tell they were tears of joy. They truly missed him. But how?
Other people started crowding around, suffocating him. They were all loud, all asking questions, or saying something. It was to much, just to much!
Blue clapped. "Everyone! Calm down, please!" She stood in front of him. "Don't rush him," She then embraced him. "Kurt...my son...It is so good to have you back..."
Amanda leaned on Nightcrawler, resting her head on his shoulder. "There's so much to tell you, so much to show you!" She sighed contently, no words coming out for her delight.
"Where have you been man?" The teen shook his hand, having regained his composure.
Nightcrawler just blinked. The silence echoed immensely.
"Kurt?" Amanda sked.
Nightcrawler coughed. "Vhy..." His stupid lisp came out.
"Why what?" She looked him in the eye, concerned.
"Vhy do you keep calling me Kurt?"

Yin: How do you feel about that? I bet you did not see that coming, him being able to speak. And his flashback was interesting for to write, because I had to do his point of view when that was happening. Weird O.o
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