Notes at the bottom, so for the time being, enjoy.
Peter's House.
"Peter, this is Rogue." Aunt May stated. Peter stood in there shock as to how she could've possibly found his house. Rogue froze up too, but because she didn't expect Peter to be surprised as he was to see her. Before Aunt May could make a observation on either of them, Peter responded.
"Her name is Rogue?" Peter tried to play off not knowing who she was, despite his escapade in the cemetery and his very ruined suit telling a different story.
"Yes. Like the makeup."
"Aunt May, thats Rouge, not Rogue."
"That's not important Peter." May turned her attention back to Rogue. "As you can tell, this is my nephew Peter."
"Nephew? You're not his mom?" Rogue asked. Aunt May kindly shook her head.
"No dear, but enough about us. Are you ok?" Rogue looked at May for a few seconds, trying to think of an answer. The obvious solution was what she spat out.
"Ah...don't have any place to stay. And ah was chased by some people and ah don't feel safe wandering around."
"Oh, you poor thing." May replied in shock. "Tell me, are you hungry?" Rogue nodded her head. "Well, I can make you something real quick if you want. In the meantime, my nephew can show you where the bathroom is so you freshen up."
"Are you sure thats fine Ms. Parker?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Now Peter, can you show her the way to the bathroom?" Peter nodded his head and started to head back upstairs, with Rogue following right behind him.
"Ok, run-away super powered girl is in your house Peter. Don't somehow mess this up or get her mad in a spectacular fashion." Peter thought to himself. Once they got to the bathroom, he turned to her.
"Here's the bathroom. I'll get you a towel and a washcloth." Peter turned, then felt leather fabric on his forearm. He looked down to see Rogue's gloved hand grabbing him.
"Thank you for helping me in the cemetery." Peter was confused, panicking, and somewhat happy all at once internally. Confused as to how she knew it was him helping her, panicking as to how she knew it was him, and happy that she knew it was him.
"The cemetery? I got no idea what you're talking about." Peter could see by Rogue's face that playing dumb was about as effective as he thought it would be, which is to say it completely wasn't.
"You know you're a terrible liar, right?" Rogue responded. Peter sighed and leaned back against the doorway.
"Ok fine, I might've helped you at the cemetery, but please don't tell my Aunt that. I don't need her freaking out on me." Rogue nodded her head, confirming she wouldn't tell May a thing regarding tonight's events. With a load of worries of Peter's mind, he focused on his next question.
"How'd you even find my house?"
"Ah can't explain it, but when ah lost control, and you tackled me, we must've accidentally touched."
"And that's significant how?"
Rogue looked down at her hands, somewhat in shame, but mostly fear. "Because everyone I've touched in the last week, I've gotten their memories. And then tonight, I get chased by some weirdos in suits."
"Glad to see the live reaction of super powered being discovering other super powered people." Peter quipped. Rogue's immediate face of annoyance told him it wasn't safe to continue with that context of jokes. "I'm joking but yeah, those guys tonight seemed...off."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you got my memories, right? You must've seen the type of supervillains I've fought. That group doesn't strike me as villains...maybe excluding the guy with laser eyes."
"Because he destroyed your suit?"
"Because he destroyed my suit. Now I have to either fix it or replace it." Peter sighed. "Next week's dumpster diving adventures are going to be reallll fun."
"Right..." Rogue responded in slight confusion. "Just...thank you again. And sorry for just showing up here."
"Don't mention it. Besides, my Aunt would probably love to deal with anyone who's not me at the moment." Peter left Rogue to use the bathroom, with her standing in both confused and sort of sad at Peter's speculation (and from his memories) that his Aunt felt some type of way towards him as of recent. However, she knew that getting into the middle of a family matter with her limited knowledge and knowledge that would get Peter into trouble, she decided to forget about it for the time being as she jumped into the shower and washed herself.
30 minutes later.
Rogue kept replaying the events of what happened tonight and in the last week in her head. She knew her paleness was from some type of skin condition. At least that's what she believed from what her foster parent told her.
"How long was ah just a freak without knowing it?" She thought to herself. She stared at the mirror, trying to bring herself back to reality. The unfortunate truth was that all that she's experienced was and is her reality. The only thing that snapped her back to reality was a knock at the door.
"Rogue dear, are you alright?" It was May. Rogue shook her head, trying to calm herself down.
"Yea Ms. Parker. Ah'm fine." She lied. Emotional, she was one more memory snatch away from a identity breakdown, and physically there was the recent "no touching" discovery that didn't exactly fill her with confidence or strength.
"Well if you'd like, there's some food on the table downstairs. I've also laid out a robe you can use while I can get your clothes cleaned." May then started to walk away from the bathroom door. Rogue opened the door to see the robe neatly folded on the floor. She took it and put it on immediately, making sure to wrap it tightly around the waist so no wardrobe malfunctions happen before her clothes can get cleaned. She took her pile of clothes downstairs, where May had a bucket ready.
"You can just drop them here. I'll have them washed by the morning."
Rogue was caught off guessing when May said morning. "Wait, the morning?"
"Of course. I couldn't in good conscience send you out in the streets after 9. My nephew doesn't even get to stay out that late." May said. "Besides, you look like you could use the rest on actual furniture."
"I suppose...ah just don't want to be a burden on you two."
"Nonsense. I enjoy any type of company." May and Rogue walked towards the dinner table, where Rogue had a plate of chicken, roasted potatoes and some mixed vegetables. She was practically salivating at the sight of the plate. The pair of them sat down at the table, and Rogue proceeded to start eating as if her life depended on it.
"Dear, you can take your time eating. It's not going to go anywhere." May said.
Rogue looked up from her plate. "Sorry, ah just haven't had a proper meal in a while." May looked at Rogue with a sense of pity, as she could only imagine what this girl could've been through before tonight. She decided to try to find out what happened.
"Well Rogue, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from? Is there anyone we could call to help you get back home?"
Rogue thought about the questions for a while as she continued to eat. "Mississippi. And no, there's not." Just as she finished talking, a knock on the door was heard. Both girls stared at it, wondering who it could be.
"You keep eating, I'll get it." Rogue nodded as she continued eating her dinner while May went to get the door. She opened it and was greeted with the appearance of a short burly man, wearing a leather jacket, black shirt, jeans, and worn down boots. May was caught off guard, and Rogue was watching and felt that there was something familiar about him.
"Hello sir, can I help you?" May asked. The man focused his attention pass her and onto Rogue. She started to feel a headache coming on, and a sort of ringing in her ears, but tried her best to ignore it.
"I was looking for that girl over there." Rogue froze when she heard the man's voice. It was the same one she heard when trying to run away from the masked man with claws. Rogue was at a lost of words to defend herself, but luckily May would call the bluff.
"Oh really? Then what's her name?"
"Rogue."
"Her real name." The man was in shock and at a lost for words, as was Rogue, while May stared at him with a deadpan look, crossing her arms on her chest.
"That's what I thought. Now, either you leave willingly or I call the cops. Your choice." The man could tell May was serious and that she had no plans to change her mind on that front or regarding Rogue. He decided to not push the matter farther and retreated.
"Sorry for disturbing you tonight ma'am." The man left the porch and got into the backseat of a limo and rode off. May in turn closed and locked the door, and closed the blinds by the front door. She then returned to the table, where Rogue was in awe of her.
"Did you just-"
"Yes, I did." May responded. "Now we need to figure out where you're sleeping tonight. After that, I don't want anyone sleeping on the couch in case they come back."
Rogue had to agree, especially after seeing how easily those claws could damage something hard, let alone a wooden door. Still, Rogue knew it wasn't a big house.
"What did you have in mind?"
Peter's Room.
"So she's taking my bed, and as punishment I have to sleep on the floor of my own room?" Peter asked.
May sighed. "I just told you Peter, tgere was some strange man who was downstairs asking about Rogue. I don't feel comfortable with anyone sleeping on the couch for tonight."
Peter couldn't find much fault with that thinking. Had it been him downstairs instead of May, he'd probably be vocal for that as the solution too. Still didn't mean he was going to enjoy sleeping on the floor.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. She can take the bed, I just need a pillow and blanket." May nodded as she went out into their hallway closet to get Peter a spare blanket as he grabbed a pillow off his bed. He got himself situated on the floor as Rogue got onto the bed.
"Goodnight, both of you. And Peter, in the afternoon take Rogue around the city. I have to do paperwork for the moving company and for the house." Peter nodded as May turned off the light and closed the door, leaving the teens in total darkness, save for the moonlight. Peter was prepared to think about a million things over before sleeping, but Rogue wanted to chat.
"Hey Peter. Is it alright if ah ask you something?"
"Didn't you technically just asked me something?" Peter replied sarcastically. Rogue rolled her eyes and continued.
"It's just...why are you living with your Aunt? And not your parents?" Peter sighed. Despite all the years that have passed, he still dreaded talking about his parents.
"They died when I was young." Rogue immediately felt bad for asking about it, but couldn't find the words to say to apologize, so noticing her silence, Peter continued.
"They died when I was 6 years old. I never had any memorable memories of them. They were...workaholics to say the least. Day in and day out at Oscorp. Then one day, I find out on the news they died in a plane crash, and Oscorp couldn't even be bothered to send us a letter expressing their condolences and sympathies."
Rogue continued to stay silent, but took notice of the pain in Peter's voice.
"Then when I was 14, my uncle...he was killed."
"Peter..."
Peter stopped himself from going on. Whether it was out of respect to spare Rogue from his own trauma, or that he just didn't want to relive it with it being only a year after he's been gone, he didn't know.
"What about you? Why are you here in New York and not watching TV with your parents in Mississippi?"
"Ah...ah don't know my parents." This caught Peter by surprise. "Ah'm technically an orphan, ah guess."
"And you hated them so much, you decided to run halfway across the country?"
"It wasn't that. Ah was at this school dance by myself. Ah didn't plan to stay long or interact with anyone there, but my classmate Cody came and asked me to dance. Ah did, and ended up touching him and then I ended up with his memories."
It was Peter's turn to be stuck in silence now.
"Ah don't know what ah did to deserve this, but now ah can't go back home and now there's people looking for me. Ah'm-"
"Scared?" Peter finished. Rogue's silence indicated to Peter he was right. "I don't think you're wrong to be scared. But maybe whatever it is you can do, you can do good with it."
"Peter, ah can't touch anyone without hurting them. Ah probably sent Cody to the hospital."
"Yeah, but that's probably because you just can't control it yet." Rogue was now even more stressed than she was starting tonight. Peter continued. "My Uncle once told me that with great power comes great responsibility. I've lived my life as Spider-Man with that motto ever since I lost him. I'm not trying to offend you or downplay what's happened to you, but maybe there's a reason you got that power."
Rogue rolled over onto her side, staring out the window thinking about what Peter said. Was there really some type of reason she specifically got her powers? Was it really just terrible luck? She didn't know, and now was too tired to even argue the possibilities with herself. She slowly started to fall asleep, as eventually Peter did as well.
Limo.
"I told you it wouldn't work. The kid's Aunt is a smart one." A lady said. The lady in question was a middle aged women, brown hair and blind. The man seemed visibly upset as he slouched back into the seat.
"She wasn't supposed to be there to begin with."
"She wasn't supposed to leave Mississippi." The blind woman replied. "But I did warn you this would happen eventually Mystique.
The man looked back at her, then faced forward as their body morphed into its original form. A blue woman emerged with red hair, and a sleeveless white dress with a high neck, purple skimsuit under her dress, thigh-high white boots, and white gloves.
"You were supposed to protect her Irene. Make sure something like this doesn't happen."
"Last time I checked, the girl has autonomy like you and me. As I've said, this was bound to happen eventually. Had it not been a week ago, it could've been a week, month, or year later."
Mystique rubbed her eyes. "I know. But at least we scared her enough to not trust the X-Men." Mystique took solstice in the fact she was able to, if nothing else, at least achieve that goal. But the emergence of Spider-Man's interference brought about a new problem.
"Irene. What can you see of this Spider-Man's fate?"
Irene leaned back into the seat and closed her eyes to try to get a read on him, but the images in her mind were all muddled and foggy. "That's strange. I can't get a clear reading on him."
"What do you mean?"
"Either his fate or future is extremely volatile, or some force is preventing me from fully seeing it."
Mystique sat up and faced Irene. "Well is there anything at all you can see of him?"
"Just one." Irene faced Mystique.
"If he is to leave New York City and get involved with the X-Men, he will be the catalyst for a war on mutants."
And we've reached the end of this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. Also just to let you all know, someone private messaged me asking if it was alright to translate my story for Spanish speaking readers or those who only understand Spanish, and if any of you want to translate my stories to other languages, I'm not opposed to that. Just as long as you let me know and give credit in your translations.
Also I would like to ask for help regarding Rogue's accent. As you can tell I replace I with Ah (mostly cuz thats how I've seen other fanfics do it) but if anyone could either leave a review or more preferable send me a Private message of what words to spell with a southern accent, I would appreciate it greatly. That being said, hope you all enjoyed, and until next time.