As we reached the alleyway where we had left our bags, we realized that they were no longer there.

"Typical Parker Luck," Peter mumbled to himself. "Sorry I got your bag lost."

"It's okay," I said. "It just had homework and a sandwich anyway. Whoever found it won't be very excited with pre-calc."

Peter laughed, pulling me upwards and into the sky once more.

We made our way up the stairs and into our apartment building.

"You wait here," Peter said. "I gotta go change and then come down because Aunt May can't see me like this."

"Got it."

Peter sprung up the side of the brick building, slid open the window and into his room. A minute later, he slid right back out and down the side of the building.

We went up the stairs, all the way to the seventh floor. Peter entered his apartment where he was greeted by whom I assumed to be his aunt.

"Glad you made it home," she said, kissing the top of his head while I stood awkwardly in the doorway.

It made me miss Charles and my brother Warren.

"And who's this?" the woman asked, turning to me.

"May, this is Eve," Peter said, pulling me into the apartment.

I could see in May's face she had not previously notice my wings by the way her eyes slightly widened as the entirety of the feathers was brought into the small apartment.

"She's a friend from school," Peter said. "And the Stark internship program."

May smiled kindly and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you Eve. I'm Peter's Aunt May."

"She's also going to be moving in where Ms. Dalenas used to live so I was gonna stop over and help her move in, if that's okay," Peter said, moving to leave the apartment.

"That's okay, Pete," said May. "Do you wanna take her to dinner with us too? A kind of welcome gift?"

Peter looked to me, asking with his eyes.

"Okay," I said with a shrug. "Thank you."

"We'll be right over!" Peter said and shut his door quickly behind him.

As I turned the key to my new apartment, I was surprised to find most of my clothes already put away in my closet, my bed made, and even food in the fridge.

The only things not unpacked were my personal decorations.

"Wow," I said, taking a look around. "This is pretty nice."

"You got this place to yourself?" Peter began. "Lucky." He picked up a framed photo in my box of stuff. "Hey, who's this?"

I looked at the photo his hands. It was of me Warren and Charles. We had gotten it as sort of a family portrait.

"That's my brother," I said, pointed to Warren.

"I didn't know you had a brother," said Peter.

"He's my twin," I elaborated. "We were both adopted to different families so we never knew each other that well. He ended up coming to Charles' school," I said pointing out Charles. "He's my guardian but he's also the head professor at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in New York."

"I've heard of that place," Peter said.

"Yeah, it gets a bad rap," I mumbled with a shrug. "People still don't like mutants."

"No, no, I mean recently," Peter insisted. "Didn't it explode?"

"What?" I pressed. I pulled out my cell and googled the name of the school. The auto-fill put explosion after it.

"Oh my god, that was today," I realized, clicking on a photo. My fingers began to shake as I dialed Charles' number.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I pleaded. The line went to voicemail. I grunted, instead dialing Hank's number.

A familiar voice picked up, just not the one I wanted to hear. "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, this is Hank McCoy."

"Hank!" I nearly shouted. "It's Eve!"

"Eve? Have you heard the news—"

"I know, the school exploded!" I butt in. "Please, put Charles on."

Hank sighed. "Well, uh . . . he's not here," he said with an uneasy, cautious tone.

"What? Where is he? What about Warren?" I asked quickly.
I looked over my shoulder to see Peter giving me a concerned look.

"There's this mutant—" Hank began. "Apocalypse, his name is. Eve, h-he's got them: Charles and Warren."

"Where, Hank?"

Hank took a shaky breath. "I'm getting a team together to take the Quinjet."

"Where, Hank?" I pressed.

"Cairo . . . Eve, I don't want you to—"

The line went dead.

"No, no, no!" I yelled. "Hank? Hank!" I spat helplessly at the phone.