Peter read through the text from Matt again. He had gotten pretty good over the years reading between the lines of texts and emails. It sounded like Kingsley had exhausted all of his non-Hobgoblin options so Matt thought Hobgoblin would start making appearances again. It wasn't enough just for Hobgoblin to be sighted again. Matt was going to have to take him down and somehow get a confession out of him that would clear Ned. It was a lot of heavy lifting and he wished he was there to help. Matt kept telling him he had plenty of help but it didn't make Peter feel any better. The situation at Ravencroft wasn't helping. Nat had managed to get inside as a nurse and Sam was undercover as a guard. At least they had people inside now but they still hadn't gotten very far with Windsor.

He looked up as the door leading to the garage slammed open, followed by Wyatt who was clearly in a bad mood. "Problems?"

"I'm ready to go back to being remote. The tests were easier and I didn't have to deal with protesters." He tossed his backpack on the sofa and walked into the kitchen pulling open the refrigerator. Not finding anything of interest he pushed it shut a little too hard, rattling bottles inside.

Peter frowned. "What do you mean protestors?" He knew all of the anti-mutant sentiments hadn't magically gone away after the UN had worked out a plan with Professor X but he didn't think there were any large protests still going on.

"They're all over campus. Not violent, just loud with signs." Wyatt looked around the living room. "Where is everyone?"

Peter smiled. "The Odyssey. I drew the short straw to wait on you. If your done complaining about it we can go."

Wyatt surged to his feet. "That is a great idea."

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Davis looked up as Peter and Wyatt walked through the doors of the Odyssey. "It's about time."

Peter slid into the chair next to Davis. "Did we miss anything?"

Bobby shook his head. "No. Pretty uneventful so far. Just the normal run of the mill night out in a college town."

Wyatt appeared a few minutes later and sat a lemonade in front of Peter and pulled the chair between Johnny and Bobby out to sit down. Setting his bottle down he rested his elbows on the table. Seeing the look he was getting from Peter and Davis he twisted the bottle around so they could see the label. "Root beer. I'm not stupid, there's too much going on."

Johnny looked up from his phone and turned to look at Wyatt. "In general or something specific?"

Wyatt took a sip before answering. "Protestors...again. Before it seems more spontaneous. Like it was just crowds that had gotten out of control. The ones today were more organized." He shrugged, "They seemed peaceful so maybe it's fine."

Bobby shook his head. "None of this is fine."

Exasperated, Wyatt turned to look at Bobby. "That's not what I meant. I just meant they don't seem to be bent on destroying property like some of the ones before."

"When you say organized, what do you mean?" Davis leaned forward and looked at Wyatt. All of his classes had been earlier in the day and he hadn't seen anything that resembled a protest.

"There was a large group over by Killian. There was definitely one guy leading them. By organized I mean signs and chants. There was another one by Hockfield. I saw a couple others while I was on the bus headed to the house. They all had the same signs."

Peter frowned. "What did the signs say?" He wanted to kick himself for not paying more attention to what Wyatt was saying before but he had been more concerned with getting his friend out of his bad mood.

"I didn't get close of enough to read a lot of it but they all had FOH on them and there was a lot of yelling about a full mutant registration."

Johnny, phone already in hand, pulled up a browser. "FOH...Friends of Humanity. Well that just sounds ridiculous." He frowned as he kept reading. "No names, just some kind of manifesto about how mutants aren't human and the need to keep DNA pure." He glanced up at Bobby who had paled significantly. "Which we all know is a load of crap." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Bobby...I can set myself on fire. My DNA isn't exactly human either."

Davis smirked and threw one of the discarded paper footballs at Bobby. "With the exception of Wyatt we're all in the same boat. Either be ok with it or go talk to a shrink until you are."

Bobby picked up the paper football before relaxing into his chair. "I know, it just gets to me." He glanced over at Johnny who was staring at his phone again. "Still reading?"

Johnny shook his head. "I'm trying Kitty now."

Davis saw confusion on Peter and Wyatt's faces. "He can't get a hold of Amanda."

"She was pretty pissed off last time you saw her." Bobby took a sip of his drink. "It's not surprising that she's ghosting you."

Peter frowned and was about to ask about Kitty when his Spidey sense triggered. His head popped up, eyes scanning the room. They landed on a group close to the door.

Familiar with Peter's reaction, the four boys followed suit. By the time their eyes landed on the group by the door, pushing and shoving had started. All five boys stood up. It was hard to tell who had started the fight but it was starting to turn into a much larger brawl.

By the time they reached the group, they could all hear what was being spewed from both sides. Yells of 'mutant sympathizer' came from one side, 'racist' coming from the other. All moving with the same goal in mind, they inserted themselves with the direct intention of separating the groups. Within moments they had the two groups pushed out onto the sidewalk. Peter recognized some of the people on both sides of the fight and to be honest he wasn't surprised at all by who was on what side. A boy from his physics lab started to launch himself at one of the boys yelling 'mutant lover'. Peter grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him to keep him in place. "Jacob, stop."

The groups broke up when sirens could be heard in the distance. Jacob relaxed against the arms holding him in place. "Peter? Man, you're stronger than you look!" He took a deep breath and added "I'm ok. I'm not going after them. You can let go."

Peter released his hold and glanced around at the others. Most of the crowd had dispersed, leaving just a few of the participants, Peter's team, and the owner on the sidewalk.

The owner looked at the five boys. "Thanks for getting them outside. Consider your tabs for the night paid." He glanced back inside at the remaining customers standing in the doorway. "Closing in five minutes. Everyone pay up and get out."

Jacob shook his head as the owner walked back inside. "I didn't mean for it to get out of control. They just kept talking about how mutants should be locked up or worse and about how they're a danger to humanity." He scoffed. "How stupid can you be. Everyone has seen what's out there. If aliens attack again I sure as hell want people with mutant powers on my side."

Peter smiled in response to Jacob's comment. It was nice to hear support from someone who had no idea who or what he was. "Getting arrested doesn't do any one any good." Police cars had pulled up to the curb and the officers were talking to the owner. Since all the police did was give them a half glance they figured the owner had vouched for them. "Jacob, do me a favor and head home. Don't pick any fights and I'll see you in physics tomorrow." He waited until Jacob nodded and retreated down the street before looking at the other four. "Ready to head back?"

Wyatt sighed. "No but apparently that's our only option."

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Sam glanced up from his position in the alcove of the main door as a van pulled down the main drive. He was about to look back down at the clipboard in front of him to see who he should be expecting when the van didn't turn left into the parking lot as expected. He studied the van and it's occupants. It seemed like the same type Peter had reported seeing. Two guards in the front seat. He thought there were two individuals in the back but he could only partially see them. If he had to guess they were both female based on the length of their hair. Definitely longer than Bucky's when he first met him. He watched the van disappear around the curve, only breaking his glance when another guard appeared. Inwardly cringing he looked fully at the man who had entered the alcove. Not his favorite individual. "I didn't think we were expecting any prisoners today."

The man frowned. "We're not but what's it if interest to you?"

Sam shrugged. "I just saw a transport van head towards the high security side."

The man scowled. "Don't worry about the high security side. Your job is this little alcove and checking off visitors. Got it?"

Sam nodded. He didn't know how Nat did this on a regular basis. He hated undercover work. "Yes sir." He paused for a moment. "It seems a shame to waste the high security side. It'd be nice to see it being used more. Maybe lock up some of those mutants everyone is talking about."

The guard laughed. "Thomas, you just might be ok after all. Do your job right and maybe we'll see about getting you something more exciting."