"Can you grow spikes on your own?" asked Pietro.
"Yeah," said Evan, growing spikes all over his body. "And I can retract them." They went back into his body.
"Every good."
"I've had my powers for a few months and I have pretty good control over them. I hope to be an X-Man someday."
Pietro frowned. "An X-Man?"
"Yeah. My Auntie O is one. That's why I came here. To find her and joined the X-Men."
'Auntie O. Is he talking about Ororo? He's Storm's nephew?'
"The X-Men are so cool!" said Evan.
Pietro glared. "No, they're not. But if you want to be one, fine. Whatever. But you'll never be one if you don't train. The X-Men train everyday. They don't just sit around or skateboard all day. If you want to be an X-Man, then work for it."
Evan nodded.
"Good. Let's practise shooting spikes."
"Already know that! Watch!"
Evan was going to shoot a spike at a tree, but accidentally hit Pietro's knee.
"(BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP)!" screamed Pietro.
"Dude, that's one of the top seven bad words you shouldn't say," said Evan.
Pietro gave Evan a death look.
This was going to be a long practise session.
Paige was watching Pietro train Evan from inside the house. Her sister Melody went to her side.
"What are you doing, sis?" asked Melody.
"Huh? Who me? Nothing," said Paige.
"Nothing? Or checking out Pietro?"
"What? Check him out? Ha! Good one!"
"It's okay if you like him."
"Who would like him? He's selfish, cocky, quick tempered, and a cusser. He was swearing earlier. He yelled one of the baddest swear words there is."
"I heard. And saw why. What would you do if you were shot in the knee?"
Paige didn't answer.
"You gotta admit," said Melody. "He is kinda hot."
"No, he's not," said Paige.
"Whatever you say."
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