Havok was back inside the hotel room, and, luckily, both Firestar and Beast were still there.  He sat down across from Firestar as Beast dug into the pizza.  "Angelica, I'm sorry the way I've been behaving.  It wasn't right.  Can we start again?"  She looked up at him, and then nodded, deliberately.  He silently thanked Hank for whatever he had told her while he was away.  "My name's Alex Summers," he said, holding out his hand.

"Angelica Jones."  She shook it.

Alex offered her a slice, and took a second for himself.  "When my mutant powers surface, my foster parents sent me off to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."  He took a bite of the pizza, falling in love with the taste.  "They taught me how to use my powers, and gave me a high school education.  Afterwards, I left to live on my own."  The pizza was divine, Alex decided, taking another bite.  "Then I met Hank here, which was right before the U.S. Government decided it didn't like me.  We went into hiding, and found you the next week.  If we didn't help you, the Sentinel would've gone after us next."

"So you were obligated to help me?" she asked accusingly.

"Moral obligation isn't an obligation.  It's a conscious decision."  He indicated Hank to include him with his next statement.  "The two of us are completely devoted to making sure you're safe.  You've only got three options here.  Go back to White Queen, off on your own, or to Xavier's school."

Angelica nodded.  "When I learned I was a mutant, my parents enlisted me with the Hellions.  I don't want to be a murderer, Alex.  I think it was White Queen who sent the Mutant Registration Agency after me.  Going back isn't possible, and I've already tried being on my own.  That was a disaster."

Alex took a breath, not bothering to keep concern from his face.  "So this is what you want?  Do you trust me?  Will you trust Charles Xavier?"

"No, not really," said Angelica, shaking her head.  "But I don't have a choice, do I?"

"I'm sorry Angelica.  You deserve more than this."

She shrugged, brushing off his words and taking a big bite of pizza.  Before she finished swallowing, she said, "Hey, Seventeen year-olds aren't meant to take on the world."  That, at least, was something Alex agreed with.  Hard part of the conversation over, Alex turned his full attention to the task at hand: eating a delicious slice of pizza.