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"Okay, who can tell me what we read last night?"

John raised his hand, "It'll get you killed if you fight over a girl." The class laughed.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Not exactly, Mr. Allerdyce. Cleopatra…." I felt a surge of uneasiness. Pietro. "Um, class give me one moment please. Please open your books and read over your assignment from last night. Maybe you'll find a better answer than Mr. Allerdyce." I rush out of the room to see Logan run towards my classroom.

"I guess you felt it?"

"You think?" I gestured towards the room.

"I got it. What's the lesson?"

"As John put it: Don't fight over a girl if you want to live." I smiled as I ran to the Med Bay.

When I got there, Pietro was struggling against Hank, cursing him in Sokovian. I reached out to calm him, but his mind was too clouded.

"Pietro, you need to calm down or we can't help you," I called out as I ran over to them.

"I won't let you experiment on me!"

Of course…."Pietro, we're not going to experiment on you."

"How do you know my name?"

"I know your sister Wanda. She let me bring you here after you got shot," I replied.

He looked around the room. "Where is she?"

"With the Avengers at their base."

His eyes narrowed. "Isn't that where we are?" I shook my head. "Then, let me go see her."

"You can't do that, dude."

"Why not?" he asked.

"You've been in a coma for a year."

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"I'm supposed to be dead?"

"In a way, yes. But lucky for you, I was able to find some life in you," I replied.

"If we're not with the Avengers, where are we?"

"You're at the school I work at. We specialize in people like you and me."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"Did you really think you and your sister were the only ones?"

He almost jumped out of his pants. "You're….how did you…."

"I'm like you. We're mutants, well, a type of mutants."

"Mutant?" he wondered.

I nodded my head and began to explain. "Mutants are….Hank?"

Hank laughed. "Allow me, my dear. Mutants possess a genetic trait called an X-gene. This gene allows them to naturally develop superhuman powers and abilities."

"Is that what me and my sister are?" Pietro asked.

"Not necessarily.. You three are mutates. Your powers come from another outside force."

"Yours came from Loki's scepter and the Stone inside it," I added.

"What about yours?"

"My powers are different. They showed up like a mutant's would, but I was not born with the gene. My powers were given to me while my mother was pregnant with me. But that's a story for another day."

He nodded in reply. "This is…."

"Alot to take in?"

"Yeah," he said. "When can I see my sister?"

I sighed. "Until we know that you and your powers are okay, you'll have to stay here."

"Can I at least talk to her?"

"Pietro," I said, "She thinks your dead."

He scrunched up his face. "You told me she-."

"She knows you here, but she….she thinks your dead." I admitted. He gave me a sad look. "After six months, she told me she wanted to move on. She didn't want anymore updates on your condition."

"Then let me talk to her, she'll change her mind." He replied. "She's my sister. Why would she…." He bowed his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

"I don't know why she did what she did." I sighed. "You're not the only one she gave up on. She gave up on me too."

"What do I do now?"

I place an arm over his shoulders. "You can stay here and learn about you and your powers." A smile crept onto my face. "Maybe….you can join this team."

"What team?"

"Oh, Pietro. We have much to talk about."

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Sorry for that the last two chapters were short, but soon the Civil War is about to begin.