When I reappeared, I was encompassed by a hug and a slap to the back of the head. "Oh Andi, I'm so glad you're okay. Where the hell have you been?" Bruce was the one to give me those lovely gifts.

"I'm fine, thanks, no really I am." I replied sarcastically. "As to where've I've been…Iris's place, Tony's basement, magical dream land, and S. H. I. E. L. D."

"You went to magical dream land?" I nodded. "Ouch. Anything too terrible?"

I shook my head with a smile on my face. "No. It was Gordon saving my ass, just like he always was." Bruce chuckled.

"You alright?"

I sort of nodded. "I'm getting there. How's Wally?"

Bruce sounded unsure of his answer. "Okay. He moved into the Watch Tower."

"So I've heard. You guys aren't mad at him, are you?"

He defended himself. "I'm not. But Diana and Shayera are noticeably upset."

"Well they're always upset." And then a thought hit me. "Oh, before I forget! How'd the date with Diana go?" I asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Wally?" I nodded and he smiled at the fond memory. "Well, it started off a little awkward, the drive to the restaurant being very quiet. But once we were seated, everything sort of came naturally and we were chatting like we've been dating for years."

I smiled warmly. "Anything else happen?"

"Nothing I'm going to tell you." He said coyly, and I laughed like I hadn't laughed in a long time.

"Is this relationship going to blossom?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but probably not."

My face fell. "Why not?"

"The only reason we went out is because we lost a bet." Bruce shrugged like that happened in their little group of heroes all of the time.

"So? You guys-"

"Oh good, you're back." Tony cut me off when he entered the room. He came over, gave me a hug and hit the back of my head. "What the hell were you thinking? Sneaking off like that right after a breakdown of that multitude? Not smart, theoretical little sister."

"What is with everyone and hitting me today?" I asked myself.

Bruce scoffed. "You deserve it after you ran away."

"Yeah," Tony joined. "We have work to do, remember? That watch isn't going to finish itself."

I sighed a heavy sigh. "That watch isn't going to get finished at all. It's not going to work."

"How do you figure?"

"There's no way I'm going to be able to insert the cutonium into the watch without it disintegrating the metal around it. The watch is made out of cheap steel. Cutonium will melt anything less than diamond."

Bruce asked, "How do you know?"

"Because the gun was originally made out of an alloy of Adamantium and diamond, that's why is was able to exist in the first place."

"So then we melt down the gun, easy peasy." Good job, Tony. NOT.

The look on my face was one that was reserved for moments of complete idiocy. "Are you kidding me? Do you know how much heat is needed to melt both adamantium and diamond? I would need at least the blazes of hell."

Tony started to stroke his beard. He actually stroked his beard. "I think I can arrange that."

"Okay, look, I know that you and Brucie over here have literally unlimited resources, but I think I have to go to Canada for this one." Shit, I hate going to Canada.

"Canada?" Bruce and Tony asked at the same time.

"Yes, Canada. Don't question it, I'll be back in a few days." I teleported down to the basement, gathered the gun, the solid cutonium cube, and the watch, and teleported back to Stryker's lab.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Bruce and Tony were frozen after I left. After a minute, Bruce looked at Tony for an answer. Tony just held up his hands in defeat. "She's your sister."

Bruce shook his head. "Half."

"So, who's half is the one that keeps running away?"

Bruce only shook his head. "Not mine." After a second, he thought up, "You know, we should probably set up rules or something."

Tony nodded along. "Yeah, like no traveling the world after six pm."

Bruce laughed. "Or no leaving suddenly after just waking up from a coma."

Tony howled. "That's brilliant. Do you think she'd follow them?"

"Willingly? No. But we probably can get J'onn to agree to them."

"Oh she is going to hate us."

Bruce scoffed. "That's okay, we're her big brothers, she's supposed to hate us."

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

"Alright, Stryker. Where did you put it?" I asked no one as I sifted through the random shards of metal, massive amounts of papers, nuts, bolts, and other metal working necessities that were in Stryker's old lab. "Ah, there it is." I pushed a stack of papers off a cylindrical tub with bubbling metallic silver liquid in it. "I can't believe this thing is still working."

I pulled down the lever connected to the tub and flushed the liquid into a glass case full of a special type of water. Once all of the liquid was drained, I threw the skeleton of the gun into the tub, closed the hatch, and waited.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Charles Xavier was sitting in his office traditional spot above the Danger Room, observing his team's skills. Everything was well, the team was doing fine, and they were beating the simulation. And then, he got this strange feeling in the back of his mind, like something was happening that really shouldn't be.

He pressed the intercom button and told them, "That will conclude this evening's session. I'm sorry to cut it so short." He smiled when he heard a few cheers. After he released the team from the session, Charles made his away to Cerebro. "Perhaps I'll be able to concentrate with Cerebro." He mumbled to himself. He traveled down that bland, metallic hallway, and reached that high-tech desk. Charles placed the head piece on, and began to let his mind wander, searching for the reason behind his mind's uneasiness.

And then it hit him: A disturbance in Alkali Lake, Canada. He tried to focus on who was there, who was working, but something was blocking him. After a minute of trying, he gave up, took off the helmet, and contacted one of his students.

"Gambit," He thought, sending out a psychic signal.

"Oui?" Remy LeBough thought back.

"I need you to check something out for me. A disturbance at Alkali Lake."

"When?"

"As soon as possible."

"Oui, jus' nee' t' tell chérie."

"No." Charles ordered. "It would be better if this little mission was kept between us."

Gambit shrugged. "Wha' ev'. I'll leav' tonigh'."

"Thank you."