Chapter 5: Our Kid
"Why would she do this!" screeched Jeanie.
"I don't know," reasoned Logan. "I—I don't know… Just calm down, okay?"
Both Logan and Jeanie were still in the Avengers Mansion. Everyone was rushing, trying to help their friends. Iron Man was using every cent of his money at his disposal to do whatever possible. Ms. Marvel had just off the phone with the X-Men, and everyone else was sorting out the details with S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Why couldn't she have just turned out like Franklin Richards?" babbled Jeanie, shaking all over, her hair in a mess.
"You mean the kid that was perfect until he was eighteen and then fried his brain on drugs?" questioned Logan.
Jeannie glared at him. She wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be all right. That Naomi didn't run away, or—
Her thoughts were so smeared. She couldn't even control her powers, and was floating around to room.
"Hey guys," greeted Ms. Marvel, walking up to the couple. "I talked to Frost. She says she's looking for Naomi right now."
"Her powers even haven't emerged!" shrieked Jeannie. "She's defenseless and—"
Logan shook Jeannie out of her mind. He pulled her to the floor.
"Jeannie," stated Logan sternly. "Our kid's a prodigy at Kyudo, and does fairly well at Ninjutsu. She's a smart girl. Ya think she's gonna get herself killed? No, she's better than that."
Jeannie looked into Logan's ocean-blue eyes, and remembered just how much she loved him. He pulled her into a hug, and Jeannie hung there