"Professor! Professor!" Kitty stumbled a little as she ran towards the professor's study.
"Pietro's…" Huff huff. "Hurt!"
Xavier's mind swept over hers as all sped back to the kitchen, where Pietro was sprawled out asleep.
Logan grunted. "Look," Storm pointed to the wound on his head, which was very slowly healing itself. Kitty didn't think he had healing powers like Mr. Logan, but she thought that if everything else about him was so fast, he must heal fast, too.
However, he was no Mr. Logan, and he'd slammed hard into the wall. As Storm cared for his wound, she tried to decide what would be the best way to move him, or if she should at all.
"What happened?" Kurt suddenly teleported onto the counter, midway between the sink and the cookie jar.
"Pietro had a little accident. He'll be fine. Kurt, please go get Jean, quickly."
BAMF! Kurt was gone, leaving Kitty feeling useless. Suddenly, Kurt and Jean teleported back in, and Jean rushed over.
"What happened?!" She asked, alarmed at people gathering around something on the floor. Kurt hadn't even bothered to speak to her; he just grabbed her arm and ported.
The people cleared a path, and Pietro was lying on the floor, looking dead for all the world to see.
"What happened?"
"He slipped," Rogue replied. She wasn't overly thrilled at the second of her old boarding house buddies joining up with the X-Men. She wouldn't have minded Fred. Maybe even Toad. But WHY did it have to be Pietro?
"Jean, I want you to help me move him from here to the infirmary. I don't want to make things worse, so we need to keep very steady." Jean nodded her agreement, and gently stretched out her right hand, feeling Xavier's powers steady her own.
Kitty felt useless. She crinkled her nose. He'd only run into a wall. It wasn't like he was going to die. And yet, going at mock five or something very close into a brick-and-adamantium wall wasn't exactly stubbing your toe, either. She debated on following them to the med lab. Eventually, her human sympathy – or was that mutant sympathy? – won out over her general distaste for the gorier things in life. She phased through a few floors and walls, and saw Beast, Storm, and the professor gathered over him.
"We'll have to take him to the hospital," Beast stated. Wolverine snorted in his half-amused way.
Kitty could follow Mr. Logan's line of thought. 'Oh, no, I'm not his legal guardian. His parents? Oh, well, one is dead. Yes, it was all very sad. His father is a super creepy guy bent on world domination, but … oh, no, we can't sign the medical release forms …' She babbled on in her head for quite some time, realizing the ridiculous situation that would be on their hands.
"Yes, Logan, I see your point," Professor Xavier's eyebrows knitted, trying to decide on a course of action. However, the patient decided for them as his eyes snapped back open.
"Huh? What happened? Where am I? Oh, man. Did I run into a wall? I haven't run into a wall for ages. Man, it knocked me good. Man that's a big bump. Dad's going to kill me. What'll the guys think? What did I do to the house? Hey, who are you people? Whoa, lady, back off. Back off back off back off! What's going on here?" Pietro's super-sonic babble stopped short as he looked around again. "Oh."
"Yes, Pietro, it seems that your … recuperative abilities are quite amazing. However, I think bed rest is the best solution, since you seem to be a little feverish.
"No! Not bed rest! Anything but bed rest, please!" Pietro was suddenly clinging to Xavier's sweater. "Please, not bed rest," He begged. Xavier's face was resolute. It was bed rest for Pietro.
The staff of the Xavier institute exchanged smiles at their new pupil's enthusiastic protests as he was telepathically placed in bed and tucked in.
"Hey! This is undignified! Stop that! Stop that right now! Hey, that tickles!"
Kitty and Jean grinned, and Jean wiggled her finger in a tickling motion.
"Jean," Professor Xavier reprimanded. Jean's hands went back to her sides, but her eyes glimmered and Kitty repressed a smile.
***
After five hours of sleep, two seconds of waking up, and an entire minute at reading a comic book, Pietro was bored out of his skull. He played little beats on the nightstand. He made pictures in the dots on the ceiling's plaster. He sang, hummed, and whistled every song he knew. He read the titles of the medical textbooks on the wall. He looked at the lab equipment. He wondered what all the shiny buttons on the computer did. He made pictures on the floor tiles. He counted the ceiling tiles. He counted the floor tiles. He counted all the buttons on all the shiny computers. He stared at the lights and then watched the lights dance around when he closed his eyes. He drummed on the nightstand, fidgeting constantly.
"Peitro. I see you're awake." Peitro's head ripped around to stare at Ororo, bringing in a breakfast tray.
"Oh! You! Lady, you got to bust me out of here! I'm going to go crazy! Helpmehelpmehelpmehelpmehelpme!"
"Pietro, you're under medical supervision …"
"I'm all better! Really!" Pietro grabbed her hand, sticking it on his forehead.
"See, it isn't warm anymore. I'm all better now. Get me out of here! Save me!"
"Ororo? How is he?"
"Awake and very, very antsy. Actually, Charles, antsy doesn't even begin to describe it." She gave the Professor a knowing smile.
"Ah! Baldy! I mean … Professor! Get me out of here! I'm gonna go nuts! They'll have to lock me up with the nuts and the squirrels! They'll send me where Wanda went! Yup, and I'll be in a little white room all day …" Pietro was rambling at super speed. The Professor couldn't even follow him.
"Slow down."
"Yeah," Pietro snapped to attention. Just then, Scott peeked his head around the corner.
"Professor! Kitty won't get out of the bathroom ag – oh, you're up." Scott glanced toward Pietro.
"Nice hair, Summers," Pietro snickered.
"You haven't looked in the mirror recently, obviously."
"Why would the most beautiful, humble person on earth need to look in a mirror?"
"You'll have to ask me sometime," Jean quipped as she passed by. Storm rolled her eyes.
"All right, all right, you're all going to be late for school!"
"I would be on time if Kitty would get out of the bathroom!" Scott shouted the last part at the ceiling.
"I'm out, I'm out," Kitty phased through the floor and into the hallway. She glanced over at Pietro. "Good morning. Nice hair," She giggled, pointing at Pietro's hair, which was sticking straight up.
"Uh… Okay, what's wrong with my hair?!" Peitro pulled a mirror out of the pocket of his jeans, which were lying next to his bed.
He scowled and pulled a comb out, brushing it back into the carefully shaped mane that the X-Men were more familiar with. He grinned, winked, and laid back as he noticed the rest of the X-Girls gathering around the door, pushing and shoving.
"Hey, Ladies, come to get a look at the hottest mutant on earth in his P.J.'s?" Peitro grinned and winked, his teeth sparkling.
The girls rolled their eyes in unison, walking away huffily.
"Just can't take it that they can't have me," Peitro cooed to himself. Xavier gave him a look. He grinned meekly, blushing.
"Late, Late, Late, Late, Late," Tabitha shouted as she ran down the hall, grabbing Kitty by the wrists.
"C'mon or Jean is gonna leave without us!" They heard a loud bang. "You were supposed to phase…"
"Sorry, I'm still, like, asleep," Kitty's voice drifted down the hall, and then they were gone.
Suddenly, the house became very quiet. Peitro blinked.
"Um …"
"Yes, it's always like that."
"Can I get out of bed now? Please? Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Suddenly, Pietro was all energy. Xavier sighed.
"Somehow, I think this is going to be a very long day," Beast confided to Storm.
"For some reason, Hank, I think you're right."
"All right, P-" The professor didn't get to finish. Pietro, it seemed, was gone. Later that day, Ororo found him zooming around the library. He seemed to be fascinated by the Professor's large collection of books. Did Pietro like to read? He hardly seemed like the type that would sit still long enough to enjoy a book…
"Pietro? Would you like some lunch?" She realized, after a large gust of wind she didn't make, that she was speaking to air.
She shook her head, and sat down in the desk chair. She looked up as the door opened and the professor wheeled himself in.
"Professor?" She asked.
"Yes, Ororo?"
"I've been thinking. About Pietro. Don't you think Magneato is going to mind … well, after all, he is his son."
"Magnus doesn't like to think about any of his children for all too long," Charles leaned forward. "He considers their faults … personal failures. Wanda couldn't control her powers, she was sent to a mental ward. Rogue had a difficult power … so she was sent to live with Irene. And Pietro … has been tossed around so much that it is difficult to trace exactly how he ended up in America, in numerous foster homes, and, later, the Brotherhood."
"But … well, he thinks of Pietro as an asset. And, Charles, we are most certainly the enemy. So, he would wish to gain the upper hand … and have that asset on his side."
"You're right, Ororo, but that asset happens to be a person. He … he chooses his own way to go. He's had it hard, and I know this may not last very long … but I'm going to try, very hard, to make sure that he's comfortable here and he knows he's always welcome."
"Yes, well, I'm still a little … apprehensive about Magneato showing up on our doorstep. I know the boy needs us, but what are we to do? I know that we are not above operating outside the law, but, well, he is Magneato's child."
"Glad it's him and not me," Logan muttered as he came in. Although Logan wasn't one for reading, the Library had become his most popular brooding spot, besides the piano room. He couldn't decide if he was glad to find it occupied or not.
"Yes, Logan. However, he needs us much, much more than we know. I've been behind his walls … when he was sleeping. I'm surprised he didn't wake up. I saw many things there that I feel guilty about seeing. Magnus speaks for the good of mutants, yet he constantly hurts those under his control. Locking up Wanda, the betrayal of the Brotherhood, and the entire Asteroid M fiasco … I don't understand why he's behaving like this. I know that it seems strange, but Erik was once a very good friend of mine. He believed I had a chronic case of idealism, and I thought that he had become a cynic at too early an age, but we got along. More so, we were alike. He was one of the first mutants I met. We were close friends, once, but we disagreed so … it forced us apart, but still …"
"Charles, we understand. However, that boy has been abused and neglected. He is hiding behind walls and masks … how can he ever be a part of the team if he keeps his guard up?"
"I'm not sure, Ororo, but I think that wall will wear down over time. When I was in his mind, I saw that he was trying to convince himself that he was here manipulating us, instead of coming to us for help. He's scared."
Logan grunted. "Eh, I think that he's … well, he's not right in the head, Chuck."
"I know."
"And … Well, Charles, to be frank, the students … well, you heard them, more so than I."
"Yes, I know, but it was the same way with Lance …"
"Yeah, Chuck, we all know how well that one turned out."
"Well, what are you two suggesting? Kicking him out after a night of hospitality? He's effectively trapped himself here. I have no doubt Magneato and Mystique know his whereabouts, and the Brotherhood won't take him back. He can't live on his own – he isn't eighteen yet – and he has no job. And he's afraid if he leaves here, he'll never be able to come back – and that's not what he wants."
"I don't mean to sound like I want him gone – I just think that we should proceed with caution. As I've said before, Charles, sometimes your ideals do get in the way with your perception of reality."
"Yeah, I think I'm with 'Ro. There's nothing we can do now, but we'd better keep an eye on him."
A wicked glint came into Xavier's eye. "Thank you for volunteering, Logan, I'd be happy to let you be the one to watch him." The stocky Canadian was caught off guard.
"Me?"
"Yes, Logan, you. You're the one that will probably relate to him the most. He's … he's lost, like Rogue."
"Yeah, well," Logan shifted uncomfortably. "Well, where is the runt?"
***
Outside the hall, Pietro's heart was beating faster. Tears welled in his eyes, and he struggled to swallow him. His natural instinct to run at the first sign of danger was running double time. He had to get out of here … but he had nowhere to go. These people knew. They knew everything. Like his father.
Pietro hadn't mentioned it, but they'd had a rather unexpected visit this morning from another albino mutant that wouldn't have been welcome, had the circumstances been different. The young mutant swallowed again, his mind reeling. He didn't like this, not one bit. They knew he was trapped here. And Wolverine wanted him gone; he could sense it. Ororo was well meaning but slightly afraid. And the professor… who knew what the professor thought? He shook his head, leaning back against the wall, speeding to the kitchen before they could discover he'd never been their in the first place.
***
A/N: I've pretty much given up on formatting. -.-; Anyway ... Thanks for all the reviews - you guys are great! (I'll return the favor, I promise!)
Rakyln: This story will have romantic elements in it - however, besides liking Kietro, I'm big on Lancitty. :) So it's love triangle madness. And I might just throw in Peter (I'll change his name if I want to, darn it! Not to mention my spellchecker hates his real name…) just for fun. :D
Fyredra: Your Pietro-torture complex is not uncommon. I have one myself ... as you should be able to tell by now. About 'the straw': I realized after I posted that this scene was weak, so I've decided to use flashbacks and general reflections (Maybe a bit of journaling? Or counseling? I dunno...) to show how bad Mag-not-so-neato messed up the twins.
Coming up: Pietro makes a friend in an unexpected place, and Jamie gets into the cookies! Home schooling madness done the way only mutants can!
"Pietro's…" Huff huff. "Hurt!"
Xavier's mind swept over hers as all sped back to the kitchen, where Pietro was sprawled out asleep.
Logan grunted. "Look," Storm pointed to the wound on his head, which was very slowly healing itself. Kitty didn't think he had healing powers like Mr. Logan, but she thought that if everything else about him was so fast, he must heal fast, too.
However, he was no Mr. Logan, and he'd slammed hard into the wall. As Storm cared for his wound, she tried to decide what would be the best way to move him, or if she should at all.
"What happened?" Kurt suddenly teleported onto the counter, midway between the sink and the cookie jar.
"Pietro had a little accident. He'll be fine. Kurt, please go get Jean, quickly."
BAMF! Kurt was gone, leaving Kitty feeling useless. Suddenly, Kurt and Jean teleported back in, and Jean rushed over.
"What happened?!" She asked, alarmed at people gathering around something on the floor. Kurt hadn't even bothered to speak to her; he just grabbed her arm and ported.
The people cleared a path, and Pietro was lying on the floor, looking dead for all the world to see.
"What happened?"
"He slipped," Rogue replied. She wasn't overly thrilled at the second of her old boarding house buddies joining up with the X-Men. She wouldn't have minded Fred. Maybe even Toad. But WHY did it have to be Pietro?
"Jean, I want you to help me move him from here to the infirmary. I don't want to make things worse, so we need to keep very steady." Jean nodded her agreement, and gently stretched out her right hand, feeling Xavier's powers steady her own.
Kitty felt useless. She crinkled her nose. He'd only run into a wall. It wasn't like he was going to die. And yet, going at mock five or something very close into a brick-and-adamantium wall wasn't exactly stubbing your toe, either. She debated on following them to the med lab. Eventually, her human sympathy – or was that mutant sympathy? – won out over her general distaste for the gorier things in life. She phased through a few floors and walls, and saw Beast, Storm, and the professor gathered over him.
"We'll have to take him to the hospital," Beast stated. Wolverine snorted in his half-amused way.
Kitty could follow Mr. Logan's line of thought. 'Oh, no, I'm not his legal guardian. His parents? Oh, well, one is dead. Yes, it was all very sad. His father is a super creepy guy bent on world domination, but … oh, no, we can't sign the medical release forms …' She babbled on in her head for quite some time, realizing the ridiculous situation that would be on their hands.
"Yes, Logan, I see your point," Professor Xavier's eyebrows knitted, trying to decide on a course of action. However, the patient decided for them as his eyes snapped back open.
"Huh? What happened? Where am I? Oh, man. Did I run into a wall? I haven't run into a wall for ages. Man, it knocked me good. Man that's a big bump. Dad's going to kill me. What'll the guys think? What did I do to the house? Hey, who are you people? Whoa, lady, back off. Back off back off back off! What's going on here?" Pietro's super-sonic babble stopped short as he looked around again. "Oh."
"Yes, Pietro, it seems that your … recuperative abilities are quite amazing. However, I think bed rest is the best solution, since you seem to be a little feverish.
"No! Not bed rest! Anything but bed rest, please!" Pietro was suddenly clinging to Xavier's sweater. "Please, not bed rest," He begged. Xavier's face was resolute. It was bed rest for Pietro.
The staff of the Xavier institute exchanged smiles at their new pupil's enthusiastic protests as he was telepathically placed in bed and tucked in.
"Hey! This is undignified! Stop that! Stop that right now! Hey, that tickles!"
Kitty and Jean grinned, and Jean wiggled her finger in a tickling motion.
"Jean," Professor Xavier reprimanded. Jean's hands went back to her sides, but her eyes glimmered and Kitty repressed a smile.
***
After five hours of sleep, two seconds of waking up, and an entire minute at reading a comic book, Pietro was bored out of his skull. He played little beats on the nightstand. He made pictures in the dots on the ceiling's plaster. He sang, hummed, and whistled every song he knew. He read the titles of the medical textbooks on the wall. He looked at the lab equipment. He wondered what all the shiny buttons on the computer did. He made pictures on the floor tiles. He counted the ceiling tiles. He counted the floor tiles. He counted all the buttons on all the shiny computers. He stared at the lights and then watched the lights dance around when he closed his eyes. He drummed on the nightstand, fidgeting constantly.
"Peitro. I see you're awake." Peitro's head ripped around to stare at Ororo, bringing in a breakfast tray.
"Oh! You! Lady, you got to bust me out of here! I'm going to go crazy! Helpmehelpmehelpmehelpmehelpme!"
"Pietro, you're under medical supervision …"
"I'm all better! Really!" Pietro grabbed her hand, sticking it on his forehead.
"See, it isn't warm anymore. I'm all better now. Get me out of here! Save me!"
"Ororo? How is he?"
"Awake and very, very antsy. Actually, Charles, antsy doesn't even begin to describe it." She gave the Professor a knowing smile.
"Ah! Baldy! I mean … Professor! Get me out of here! I'm gonna go nuts! They'll have to lock me up with the nuts and the squirrels! They'll send me where Wanda went! Yup, and I'll be in a little white room all day …" Pietro was rambling at super speed. The Professor couldn't even follow him.
"Slow down."
"Yeah," Pietro snapped to attention. Just then, Scott peeked his head around the corner.
"Professor! Kitty won't get out of the bathroom ag – oh, you're up." Scott glanced toward Pietro.
"Nice hair, Summers," Pietro snickered.
"You haven't looked in the mirror recently, obviously."
"Why would the most beautiful, humble person on earth need to look in a mirror?"
"You'll have to ask me sometime," Jean quipped as she passed by. Storm rolled her eyes.
"All right, all right, you're all going to be late for school!"
"I would be on time if Kitty would get out of the bathroom!" Scott shouted the last part at the ceiling.
"I'm out, I'm out," Kitty phased through the floor and into the hallway. She glanced over at Pietro. "Good morning. Nice hair," She giggled, pointing at Pietro's hair, which was sticking straight up.
"Uh… Okay, what's wrong with my hair?!" Peitro pulled a mirror out of the pocket of his jeans, which were lying next to his bed.
He scowled and pulled a comb out, brushing it back into the carefully shaped mane that the X-Men were more familiar with. He grinned, winked, and laid back as he noticed the rest of the X-Girls gathering around the door, pushing and shoving.
"Hey, Ladies, come to get a look at the hottest mutant on earth in his P.J.'s?" Peitro grinned and winked, his teeth sparkling.
The girls rolled their eyes in unison, walking away huffily.
"Just can't take it that they can't have me," Peitro cooed to himself. Xavier gave him a look. He grinned meekly, blushing.
"Late, Late, Late, Late, Late," Tabitha shouted as she ran down the hall, grabbing Kitty by the wrists.
"C'mon or Jean is gonna leave without us!" They heard a loud bang. "You were supposed to phase…"
"Sorry, I'm still, like, asleep," Kitty's voice drifted down the hall, and then they were gone.
Suddenly, the house became very quiet. Peitro blinked.
"Um …"
"Yes, it's always like that."
"Can I get out of bed now? Please? Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Suddenly, Pietro was all energy. Xavier sighed.
"Somehow, I think this is going to be a very long day," Beast confided to Storm.
"For some reason, Hank, I think you're right."
"All right, P-" The professor didn't get to finish. Pietro, it seemed, was gone. Later that day, Ororo found him zooming around the library. He seemed to be fascinated by the Professor's large collection of books. Did Pietro like to read? He hardly seemed like the type that would sit still long enough to enjoy a book…
"Pietro? Would you like some lunch?" She realized, after a large gust of wind she didn't make, that she was speaking to air.
She shook her head, and sat down in the desk chair. She looked up as the door opened and the professor wheeled himself in.
"Professor?" She asked.
"Yes, Ororo?"
"I've been thinking. About Pietro. Don't you think Magneato is going to mind … well, after all, he is his son."
"Magnus doesn't like to think about any of his children for all too long," Charles leaned forward. "He considers their faults … personal failures. Wanda couldn't control her powers, she was sent to a mental ward. Rogue had a difficult power … so she was sent to live with Irene. And Pietro … has been tossed around so much that it is difficult to trace exactly how he ended up in America, in numerous foster homes, and, later, the Brotherhood."
"But … well, he thinks of Pietro as an asset. And, Charles, we are most certainly the enemy. So, he would wish to gain the upper hand … and have that asset on his side."
"You're right, Ororo, but that asset happens to be a person. He … he chooses his own way to go. He's had it hard, and I know this may not last very long … but I'm going to try, very hard, to make sure that he's comfortable here and he knows he's always welcome."
"Yes, well, I'm still a little … apprehensive about Magneato showing up on our doorstep. I know the boy needs us, but what are we to do? I know that we are not above operating outside the law, but, well, he is Magneato's child."
"Glad it's him and not me," Logan muttered as he came in. Although Logan wasn't one for reading, the Library had become his most popular brooding spot, besides the piano room. He couldn't decide if he was glad to find it occupied or not.
"Yes, Logan. However, he needs us much, much more than we know. I've been behind his walls … when he was sleeping. I'm surprised he didn't wake up. I saw many things there that I feel guilty about seeing. Magnus speaks for the good of mutants, yet he constantly hurts those under his control. Locking up Wanda, the betrayal of the Brotherhood, and the entire Asteroid M fiasco … I don't understand why he's behaving like this. I know that it seems strange, but Erik was once a very good friend of mine. He believed I had a chronic case of idealism, and I thought that he had become a cynic at too early an age, but we got along. More so, we were alike. He was one of the first mutants I met. We were close friends, once, but we disagreed so … it forced us apart, but still …"
"Charles, we understand. However, that boy has been abused and neglected. He is hiding behind walls and masks … how can he ever be a part of the team if he keeps his guard up?"
"I'm not sure, Ororo, but I think that wall will wear down over time. When I was in his mind, I saw that he was trying to convince himself that he was here manipulating us, instead of coming to us for help. He's scared."
Logan grunted. "Eh, I think that he's … well, he's not right in the head, Chuck."
"I know."
"And … Well, Charles, to be frank, the students … well, you heard them, more so than I."
"Yes, I know, but it was the same way with Lance …"
"Yeah, Chuck, we all know how well that one turned out."
"Well, what are you two suggesting? Kicking him out after a night of hospitality? He's effectively trapped himself here. I have no doubt Magneato and Mystique know his whereabouts, and the Brotherhood won't take him back. He can't live on his own – he isn't eighteen yet – and he has no job. And he's afraid if he leaves here, he'll never be able to come back – and that's not what he wants."
"I don't mean to sound like I want him gone – I just think that we should proceed with caution. As I've said before, Charles, sometimes your ideals do get in the way with your perception of reality."
"Yeah, I think I'm with 'Ro. There's nothing we can do now, but we'd better keep an eye on him."
A wicked glint came into Xavier's eye. "Thank you for volunteering, Logan, I'd be happy to let you be the one to watch him." The stocky Canadian was caught off guard.
"Me?"
"Yes, Logan, you. You're the one that will probably relate to him the most. He's … he's lost, like Rogue."
"Yeah, well," Logan shifted uncomfortably. "Well, where is the runt?"
***
Outside the hall, Pietro's heart was beating faster. Tears welled in his eyes, and he struggled to swallow him. His natural instinct to run at the first sign of danger was running double time. He had to get out of here … but he had nowhere to go. These people knew. They knew everything. Like his father.
Pietro hadn't mentioned it, but they'd had a rather unexpected visit this morning from another albino mutant that wouldn't have been welcome, had the circumstances been different. The young mutant swallowed again, his mind reeling. He didn't like this, not one bit. They knew he was trapped here. And Wolverine wanted him gone; he could sense it. Ororo was well meaning but slightly afraid. And the professor… who knew what the professor thought? He shook his head, leaning back against the wall, speeding to the kitchen before they could discover he'd never been their in the first place.
***
A/N: I've pretty much given up on formatting. -.-; Anyway ... Thanks for all the reviews - you guys are great! (I'll return the favor, I promise!)
Rakyln: This story will have romantic elements in it - however, besides liking Kietro, I'm big on Lancitty. :) So it's love triangle madness. And I might just throw in Peter (I'll change his name if I want to, darn it! Not to mention my spellchecker hates his real name…) just for fun. :D
Fyredra: Your Pietro-torture complex is not uncommon. I have one myself ... as you should be able to tell by now. About 'the straw': I realized after I posted that this scene was weak, so I've decided to use flashbacks and general reflections (Maybe a bit of journaling? Or counseling? I dunno...) to show how bad Mag-not-so-neato messed up the twins.
Coming up: Pietro makes a friend in an unexpected place, and Jamie gets into the cookies! Home schooling madness done the way only mutants can!
