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Tia strolled down the aisle of the store, walking her fingers along the wood panelling on a brand new television set. She flipped over the price tag that was wrapped around the antenna, and let out a low whistle. The television cost 600 dollars, it was shiny 23-inch Motorola, and the best there was. Tia closed her eyes and tried to imagine her apartment, and where a television like that would fit. She frowned and opened her eyes, letting them flitter over the array of shiny new screens. Not now. Tia decided she'd pick one later.

She walked down the aisle, her eyes catching on a familiar silver-haired boy as he lifted the needle on a record player. She walked up behind him, going up on her tippy-toes to look over his shoulder, watching his pale hands moving the needle with precision.
"Helloo", Tia called into his ear. Peter whipped his head around with incredible speed. Tia cringed and felt bad for his neck. Surely he must get whiplash when he does that.
"How did the, umm, the cupcakes turn out?" Peter smiled, recognising Tia's pink wig from his trip to the grocery store a few days earlier.
"They were alright" Tia shrugged, "I didn't have any frosting ingredients, so they were kind of plain", Tia lamented, pulling her face into an exaggerated pout that made Peter laugh.

Tia sighed inwardly. It felt strange to lie to the boy. Tia knew that with her gifts, she could've had enough ingredients to make frosting for an entire house, so why did she lie? Why try to normalise her life for the benefit of a stranger? Tia watched with a calculating expression as the boy laughed at her, she watched his twitchy movements and hurried ways and decided not to lie to him anymore.

"So" began Tia, a smile creeping onto her lips as she began circling around Peter, "are you looking to buy?"
"In my dreams" groaned Peter, rolling his eyes. Tia stopped moving, and carefully watched his face. Peter glanced away as he spoke. Tia could tell he was lying… he felt guilty.
"How about you? Are you gonna buy something?" Peter asked, spinning the beaters on an electric mixer as they shuffled through the store, side-by-side.
"Nope" said Tia with confidence, turning over the price tag on an item and glancing at the number next to the dollar sign.
"Why are you checking the prices then?"
"So I'll know how much I'm saving", Tia purred. Peter smiled, his shiny white teeth visible in the display of joy, yet his eyes betrayed him. He was unsure of her.

"Well, the best exit is the front door. The back doors and the side door aren't even worth trying if you need to get out fast", he whispered, his lips lifted in a cheeky grin.
"Oh, and you'd know?" Tia laughed, turning to face him as they walked past a shelf of hair dryers.
Tia lifted a pink hairdryer and pointed it at Peter like it was a gun.
"What's your name?" she asked the silver-haired boy in the most menacing and manly voice she could muster, trying (and failing) to not laugh as she attempted to intimidate him.

"Peter. What's yours?" Peter replied, unfazed by Tia's craziness.
Tia glanced at the ground. She liked her disguises, she liked to remain anonymous. She'd practically admitted to this boy that she was criminal and now she didn't want to tell him her real name.
"Margaret" Tia stated. Peter nodded. They continued walking along side-by-side, Peter twitching as his eyes flitted from one expensive item to the next. Tia walked smoothly, keeping her eyes down as she discreetly watched for cameras, casing the electronics store.

"I'm not worried about how I get out, you know", said Tia offhandedly, staring at her shoes, "It doesn't matter which door I take."
"What are you worried about then?" asked Peter as he twiddled the knobs on a giant speaker set.
"Too many cameras seeing my face", Tia whispered, her face very close Peter's so he could hear.
"Yeah?" he replied, a little confused.
"I'm practically a wanted woman now. Next thing you know, there'll be a price on my head", Tia confided.
"How do you know?" Peter gulped, taking a step back from Tia and beginning to wonder if she was completely crazy.
"I saw a news story about myself. All 'bout how I messed with some cops and stole some shit or something stupid like that" Tia explained, her voice becoming lower and lower as she spoke. "But I knew I was special when they said the cops had given me a nickname", Tia paused, "The Hangover". Peter nodded, smiling politely at Tia. She was fucking insane.

Peter stirred his straw in his almost-finished milkshake, creating a little whirlpool.
"She'll be happy at the Institute. And she'll be safe there too. There are lots of people just like her".
"I know" grumbled Peter, stirring his milkshake so fast that that it began to spit out the top of the cup.
"What's wrong then Peter?" asked Charles, placing his hand on Peter's to slow his movements. "You know Stella's lonely. My school is what's best for her".
"It's not that" huffed Peter, placing the abused milkshake back down onto the table.
"I was wondering if you could ask Wolverine to help me track someone. I'm kinda worried about her killing someone with her craziness."
"I haven't seen Wolverine at all in recent months, and I don't think he's the kind of person who'll be happy with us seeking him out. I don't think he'd be available to help you, sorry."

"Oh, Okay", sighed Peter, a little upset, nodding and accepting he may never see the pink-wigged Margaret again.
"I could try tracking her using Cerebro", suggested Charles, trying to ease the disappointment on Peter's face.
"I don't know if she's a mutant. I mean, I think she is, but she could just be really, really strange".
"I can track humans using Cerebro, it's just a little harder. But, what do you mean when you say she could just be very strange?"
"She's convinced she's in trouble with the police. She said she was a wanted woman. I dunno, she said the police called her 'The Hangover'. Seriously, what does that even mean?", Peter spluttered, twitching his legs under the table.
"It means" muttered Charles, "and I quote, 'when they open their eyes, they don't know where they are, or how they got there".
"You know her?" Peter asked, his eyes lighting up with hope.
"Yes, and I know where she lives too" said Charles, watching Peter with wary eyes. "I'll tell you her address, but promise me Peter, you won't let her get you in trouble".

Peter smirked, as if to say, "we both know I can get myself in, and out, of trouble". Peter began to shuffle in his seat, dying to know her address, watching Charles watch him squirm.
"Peter, you don't understand. There's criminally inclined, and then there's criminally insane", Charles warned, and Peter knew exactly which one Charles though Margaret was.
"Margaret?" Charles frowned as he scanned through Peter's mind for memories of Tia, "her name's not Margaret".

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