This chapter is a little shorter. It's also the conclusion so I hope you enjoyed this story!
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Diaz F: Marvel wouldn't be able to write that he was raped, that's kind of crossing the line for something little children read. He was abused when he was younger and a lot of us take that to mean that he was raped as well, maybe even forced into hustling for money.
Chapter 4
Today was the day. Jean had planned it all the night before using the little information Scott or Xavier had and gave her. Now it was time to go. Jean would accompany him down there, he hadn't wanted anyone else. Christopher Summers was his father and his alone. He would have told Jean that too if she had not looked at him with those eyes. He could never say no to those eyes.
They walked together hand in hand to the edge of Ororo's garden. People rarely visited this place but it was still rather pretty. There they saw a bench that had been there long before either of them had been born and something completely new.
It was a small plaque engraved on the bench. This plaque read:
Major Christopher Summers
-Test Pilot in U. S. Air Force
-Loving and stern father to Alexander and Scott Summers
-Husband to Katherine Ann Summers
-Died in the plane crash that also killed his wife.
Their two sons would have died without their bravery.
Now his oldest son remembers after years of forgetting.
"Remember us always as who we were."
"There Scott, you've searched through all your memories and here they are," Jean whispered seeing Scott's still slumped shoulders.
"Jean, it's a nice plaque, really. It's upsetting how little I know about either my parents though," Scott replied sadly, "I don't have one memory of my mother, I barely remember what she looks like!"
"You'll remember more some day. It isn't your fault you have brain damage, you know."
"I remember when he would take me and baby Alex to the legion to remember all the soldiers killed during the war on Remembrance Day. I miss that."
"Someday you'll be able to do that with your children, Scott," she said, smiling.
"Mine and yours, Jean. Mine and yours," he promised, kissing her on the forehead.
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Scott took hold of 6-year-old Rachel's hand and shifted 2-year-old Nathan in his arms as they crossed the street. They went into the local legion and started to walk around pausing to look at some of the pictures they had there. "You know, guys, your grandpa was a test pilot for the U. S. army," he told them gently.
Rachel looked up at her father with keen eyes. "What were grandpa and gramma like, daddy?"
Her father smiled and started to tell her all the memories he had gathered through out the years. You know what, dear reader? He had so much to tell that both children fell asleep with smiles on their faces and he had to carry them home.