Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel. Venom cannot be PG-13. The motherfucker eats people. And how are you going to have a PG-13 Carnage? That's not how that works at all! This does not bode well. Come on, Sony! I'm coming hot off the heels of the best Spider-Man game in forever! You can't do me dirty like that!

Chapter 27: The Enemy From Tomorrow, Today

As a squad leader, it may have been beneath me to admit this, but Eddie's laughing at what he saw on my schedule for the semester started to wear on my nerves.

It was still the first week of classes, and everyone was still settling back in around the school. Everyone had made their choices on what courses to take, electives included. I saw piano class and decided to give it a shot.

Hey, I wanted to try and take Mindee Cuckoo's advice. I mean, maybe she was messing with me, but I could at least try and expand my horizons... become a more well-rounded person. All of that crap. Besides, piano sounded interesting. Hopefully I wasn't too old to pick that sort of thing up. Also hopefully, it wasn't just some sort of music appreciation thing. I wanted practical skills.

I eventually had enough as he, myself, and Saberwolf walked between classes. I snatched the sheet with all of my classes out of his hand, "Hey, laugh all you want to. I say it's worth a shot," I said with a glare.

Eddie was completely unapologetic, "I still think it's hilarious when I think about you taking any kind of music class," He said, still chuckling to himself, "All I see in my head is a room full of superpowered teenagers all blowing on recorders like first graders. It's great."

He just had to bring up the worst instrument ever created by man, "Fucking recorder," I groused at the thought of ever touching one of those things again, "That instrument was the bane of my existence for three years. And then I discovered a lit firecracker does not treat it kindly."

A cruel grin sprang up on his face, "You know how you can always tell who played recorder?" He asked before launching into the point he was set on making, "Hot cross buns. Hot cross buns. One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns~."

The words and the cadence put the melody in my head, and my brain didn't like that, "Shut the hell up. You're giving me PTSD."

Wolf turned his head, a curious tilt to it that we could read despite his featureless face, "I do not understand your disgruntlement, Bellamy. The recorder is just a musical instrument."

Eddie looked over at Wolf and shook his head. The poor A.I. was so intelligent, but just didn't understand certain things, "Oh, Saberwolf. The recorder is barely an instrument. I'd make you listen to it, but I like you. That's something you subject your enemies to."

I reached over and gave Wolf a pat on the side, "If I got scared enough, I imagine I wouldn't fight back. I'd just curl up on the ground and start singing Hot Cross Buns."

Eddie scoffed and went to one-up me, "Dude, try having two little siblings bring 'em back from school with the instructions 'practice at home'. Just fuck my whole life up."

I couldn't imagine the horror. It was bad enough being in a room with them when you were one of the kids playing, "Teachers know exactly what they're doing. But don't worry. Seeing as how I don't have a goddamn piano, I can't really practice, can I?"

"Small miracles," Eddie quipped, "So, no squad practice today. I say we head back to the dorms and you, me, and the big bad wolf here can link up on Grand Theft Auto online to terrorize some folks."

I winced. As much as it sounded like fun to blow off some steam tormenting whatever randoms we came across in GTA's online lobby, I would have to take a rain check. There was somewhere else I needed to be, "I'm busy. I have to go to New York for... reasons."

Most people, upon hearing my hesitance, would have just left it at that. Eddie, however, was one of my more persistent friends, "Reasons? Come on, Bel, you've got to do better than that if you want me to leave it alone. Don't make me get Pixie to start asking."

And that was what I didn't want. If Megan asked me, I wouldn't be able to keep from her that I was stuck going to therapy. The best way to keep a secret was to tell no one. The second-best way was to tell one other person. Eddie was not my first choice to be that one other person, because homeboy ran his mouth a lot, but circumstances put me in this position. I had to put trust in my hype man.

So, I told him about my problems. I told him about what was going on in my head. I told him about Dr. Garrison, and some of what I knew was coming.

Eddie seemed to take everything I told him in stride, even about the crap rattling around in my head, "We're getting a shrink? About time," He muttered before putting two and two together, "Wait. You're already seeing him, aren't you?"

Of course, that was the part he would dwell on out of everything I'd said, "I'm the guinea pig. Apparently, we're all going to see him."

He stopped mid-stride and raised an eyebrow, "Now, when you say all of us..."

That left it up to me to specify, "I mean all of the kids on squads, at least. It's supposed to be mandatory for us," I made sure to emphasize that this meant him too.

"That sucks. I'm not crazy," Eddie complained before taking a moment think deeper, "...But that's what a crazy person would say. Hey, if crazy people don't know that they're crazy, does knowing that you're crazy make you sane?"

I was almost absorbed by how much sense his dumb comment seemed to make before snapping back to reality, "...Quit trying to sound profound. You're not good at it when you do it on purpose."

XxX

Freaking therapy, man. I'd been to Dr. Garrison two more times in the interim and while it was slowly getting less awkward, I couldn't imagine having people know about what kinds of things we actually talked about in his office.

In the middle of the normal sort of thing we did; talking about my day, general conversation about me and the people and things around me, he decided to juts move things in a whole different direction.

Sitting down in his big, important-looking chair, Dr. Garrison looked up from the tablet he took notes on, "I'm going to go with a hunch I've been getting over the last few sessions we've had, Bellamy. Stop me if I say something here that offends you."

I scoffed from where I was laying on the therapy couch, killing two birds with one stone by doing my homework during the session, "The fact that you actually asked me before saying it already puts you one notch above most of my friends. Go for it."

I didn't look up when I spoke, but then again, I hadn't much since we'd started that day. He didn't let that stop him from sharing his mind, "From everything you've told me, and from what I have on file... there's plenty of reason for me to believe that you don't like yourself very much."

That quickly got my attention. I looked up with a skeptical look on my face, "Have you heard me talk about me before?" The guy knew people, but he had to have missed a few things about me.

He admitted as much, but not in a way I had expected, "Since you've been here? No," That surprised me. I hadn't? Not even once? "I have no idea how you tend to interact with your peers. Do you talk about yourself a lot?"

I grinned and set my homework off to the side to focus on my therapist, "My arms are jacked from patting myself on the back so much. Hisako and I fight a lot because she thinks I'm cocky."

"You never reference any particular events though. You talk about who you are and what you can do, but never what you've done," Dr. Garrison said, "You are aware that you've accomplished things many young aspiring heroes would find amazing, aren't you?"

I took a moment to chew on my own thoughts and words for a moment before replying, "Whenever I succeed, it's because I'm saving my own ass, Doc. The second the stakes got any higher, I couldn't do anything."

We'd been over that before. If there was a reason I didn't like to talk about anything I'd done, it was because in my own head I hadn't done much. However, the good doctor then hit me with a curveball.

"Have you ever stopped to wonder how much worse things could have been if you hadn't been there at all?"

I gave him a look as though he were stupid. He had worked with all kinds of people, rubbed shoulders with important people, including big-time heroes, "You're kidding. There are whole rosters full of X-Men that could have stepped in a made a bigger difference than I did."

Trying to make me think anything else was just dumb. Dr. Garrison wasn't trying to go there though, "I'm not saying a more experienced hero couldn't have done better. But they weren't there. You were," He said gravely, "You're not getting replaced by anyone in any of these scenarios. You're simply not there. Tell me anything would have gone better."

I couldn't. There was no way I could say something along those lines and justify it. Just from a sheer numbers perspective, I couldn't. I just shrugged my shoulders and kept my mouth shut. I was at a loss for words. A rare occasion for sure.

"You have very high expectations for yourself," He continued, "You also don't look for other things to blame when you believe you fail. Those things are good. It would be a fine mindset to have in most other fields... but in high-pressure environments where lives are at stake. Because the failures stay with you."

I could feel the scowl grow on my face. It wasn't like I walked around doing everything, always expecting the worst to happen, or expecting to fail whenever it did. But that just proved his point. I didn't expect to fail. I made a point to myself and to others that as long as you were still standing, there was a way to solve any problem. You just had to find it.

When you thought like that, and you couldn't make it work, it stuck in your damn craw.

Dr. Garrison gave me a moment to try and let that sink in, "Those are poisonous thoughts. I've seen men and women with the potential to be great destroy their potential that way. I don't think anyone should be held back from achieving all that they can," He tempered his remarks with something a bit more positive to help me stomach it all, "I look at you and see a young man who can be extraordinary. I think you realize it too. You're just afraid of being wrong."

Because my being wrong about myself would mean that other people would get hurt. Other people would die. More bad things would happen and then get worse, because I wouldn't be man enough to stop them.

I didn't say anything for what felt like ages. He didn't either, at least until the clock struck 4:25, "I think that's all we have time for today," He said, setting his notes aside.

I had never stood up so quickly in my entire life, "Thank God," I said, before realizing that could have sounded a tad bitchy, "I mean, nothing against you, doc, but that was getting a little too heavy for me."

He chuckled as he got up to shake my hand and pat me on the back. Suddenly, I felt much better, "It's never easy to make positive strides, Bellamy. I'll see you in a few days."

And when he said that, I wasn't necessarily dreading the next session. The more I listened to him, the more sense he made. He was a successful guy. It stood to reason that he knew his shit. And he wasn't a teacher, or one of my teammates, or an X-Man, so he didn't really have any stake in me or my experiences.

It was different. I didn't have to temper what I said, because nothing would be reaching anyone at the school verbatim. He would just give them his take of what he could glean from what I said. It was comforting that the other people in my life who saw me every day wouldn't get to put my thoughts and words underneath a microscope themselves.

On my way out, I almost bumped into someone who went to great lengths to avoid making any kind of contact with me, "Whoa!" Even when I reached out to keep them from falling down, they squirmed to keep me from touching them, "Kevin? Oh, man, I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

Clad in his normal near full-body black, synthetic clothes, Kevin stood up and brushed himself off, "Yeah, I'm fine," It took him a moment to realize that he was talking to someone he knew, "Wait, Bellamy? You, uh... you go to Dr. Garrison too?"

Crap. I'd wanted to keep it under wraps from as many people as I could that I was going to therapy, "Yeah, I've had a few sessions so far. X-Men's orders," I said sheepishly, "Don't know how many more they'll have me do though. I guess that's up to him or something."

"I like coming here. I like talking to him," Kevin admitted with a shrug, "It's just... he really makes it seem like your problems matter, you know? That you're not just a stupid kid dwelling on petty shit."

Yeah. I did know. Dr. Garrison seemed like a smart guy, and he actually listened to me. Not that I was keen on saying much, but what I did say, he didn't let go into one ear and out the other. I could absolutely relate, and it made me feel better that there was at least one other person doing therapy.

The question stood as to what his reasons were for apparently needing it, but if I wasn't going to answer that question to just anyone, I wasn't going to bother speculating over anyone else's. We simply parted cordially, "I've gotta go. If I take too long, my ride back to campus will kick my ass."

Kevin looked confused. I assumed that Miss Frost spared the time to bring him out New York City for his therapy, "...Who brought you out here?"

"Wolverine."

"Really? Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I dunno. An excuse to get sloshed during the middle of the week? A booty call in town? Because he's getting paid? Anyone's guess, really."

Yep. Making things nice and awkward whenever possible for my own amusement. I shouldn't have said that, as Mister Logan would kick my ass if that got back to him later, but the look on Kevin's face was just the pick-me-up I needed on a Wednesday afternoon.

XxX

When I hit the streets, I found Mister Logan waiting in a pickup truck, windows down and seemingly snoozing with a hat over his face, "Thank Christ, you've got good timing. I thought I was gonna get roped into small talk with Frost," He tilted his hat up upon noticing my approach, "You finally done with your shrink session?"

I hopped into the passenger's seat and buckled up as he started the engine, "You didn't have to bring me, you know. I'm perfectly fine with skipping these."

Mister Logan scoffed, "Oh no, you don't. I'm the one who had to smarten up Slim and Frost to your little 'issues'," He said, "You came to me about this first, which means I'm involved, and I finish what I start, even secondhand. You're goin' through the program."

My hopes that he would be detached enough to let me slide were all for naught, "Whatever. Can I drive part of the way back?" I asked, trying to salvage some of my afternoon, "I got my license during break, see?"

He spared a glance to the side to see the laminated plastic card inside of my wallet. That was all the attention he gave it, "Good for you. No."

To be fair for him, I wouldn't have let me drive in the heart of New York City either, "You suck. Mister Rasputin would let me drive... or fly... or whatever the hell we'd use to get here," I tried to leverage. It was a no-go.

"Well tough-titty. Pete's got art teacher shit to do, so you're stuck with me."

"Don't you have gym teacher shit to do? Or self-defense teacher shit to do?"

"How much effort do you really think I put into being a gym teacher, Glowstick?"

"...We do play a lot of dodgeball," I mused aloud. Not that I was complaining. Dodgeball was the best. The sound of a rubber ball bouncing off of the side of someone's face could bring a man inner peace. Mister Logan just let out a grunt.

It was weird. Wolverine never seemed to have any patience for my hijinks, never seemed to humor me, and yet he never told me to screw off either. In fact, if I didn't know better, I would say he liked me.

I relaxed in my seat at that thought. Cool. He liked me. That was awesome. Finally, a teacher that didn't just tolerate me because I was marginally talented. No, this one thought I was great, which was also great. Real recognized real, of course.

Yep. I could just bask in the silence of two cool dudes who could acknowledge their respective coolness. There was no need for words on my part. I understood.

"So-," Mister Logan started to say after we'd gotten well on our way out of Manhattan, "When I ask Laura about things with the team, she clams up. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" He asked.

Or, maybe I didn't understand. Maybe this had all just been a trap? But then again, there was no way he went on an hour-long drive with me just for the chance to grill me about his clone.

...Who was I kidding? Of course it was.

I couldn't help but feel a bit of defeat, "Beats me," I said, slumping in my seat, "She's been avoiding me outside of any team things that we need to do."

He let out a grunt in response, "You were supposed to help fix that," He commented pointedly.

I turned his way and stared him down. He tried to ignore me in favor of the road, but eventually it lingered so long at a stop light that he had to acknowledge me properly. Only then did I talk, "Have you ever tried to get her to do something?" I asked. He opened his mouth to rebut before I cut him off, "-Without making it an order," That shut him up quick, "I'm trying. This shit is hard. I don't want to manipulate her."

"You saying you could?"

I wasn't happy about telling the truth, but that was no reason not to, "It would require what basically amounts to emotional terrorism, but yes, I could," I said, glowering over at the senior X-Man. I'd spoken with her enough to get a standard bead on her, and that was before Ruth gave me a brain dump of Laura's greatest hits, "I'd rather not start going down the slippery slope of being an even shittier person than I already am. Remember, I destroy the world in like 30 years. Do you want me to get a jumpstart on that?"

Mister Logan rolled his eyes and I fought the urge to zap him in the side of the head, "Glowstick, you're not gonna blow up the fuckin' planet. Not on purpose. I honest to God think you'll never have it in you."

He didn't know that. None of us knew that. Skip hadn't really been forthcoming on the details of exactly how I blew the planet up. I'd been more concerned with beating him down and getting my friend back at the time.

"Have you forgotten the conversation we had that led to me going to New York every week for therapy in the first place?" I pointed out, bringing up my complete lack of remorse over killing U-Men, Reavers, and Facility personnel in combat, "I'm a budding sociopath."

Mister Logan grumbled and looked like he wanted to reach across the seat and give me a knock on the head, "Jesus, you're a narcissistic little bastard," He spared a glance my way as he navigated his way through city traffic, "You've been around us for what, nine months? You think you're gonna be the biggest problem student we've ever dealt with? You don't even crack the top twenty. Trust me."

If that was his way of trying to make me feel any better, it was a complete failure. He got points for the attempt, if that was his intention, but other than that, nothing changed.

We continued to drive along until we made the turn that would get us onto the interstate to start leaving the city. Instead of getting onto an on-ramp, the car plummeted into a sinkhole. An interdimensional sinkhole that sent us high into the air over NYC proper. And then the freefall started.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingers tearing holes into the dashboard from how tight I was holding on. The truck plummeted hood-first, giving me the perfect view of just how we were going to go 'splat' on the ground.

Mister Logan involuntarily popped his claws and bit through the cigar in his mouth in fear, "Glowstick, move the car!" I looked at him in fright and he yelled at me, "Steer the goddamn truck over the water!"

I shot out the window and with a steady stream of concussive force, guided the vehicle we were in off to the side until we found ourselves dropping over the Hudson River. Okay, that was great. We were still going to die on impact, and so I continued to do the only thing I could.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Mister Logan had other ideas, apparently slicing apart the door on his side, as well as my seatbelt, "Stop screaming, brat! You're not dead yet!" He reached over and grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt before pulling me over his lap and out of the open door, "But you will be if you don't FLY!"

He threw me. That hairy asshole threw me out of a car falling from at least a thousand feet in the air. I screamed like a girl all the way down. I mean, I just got all the bitch in me out into the open. Then I let loose with the hand cannons and slowed myself down.

The truck hit first by about twenty seconds, and Mister Logan didn't make it out before it did. By the time I fell into the water, I saw blood on the surface. That wasn't good. I hit the waves fast enough that it hurt, but I was reinforced by my powers and swam down to try and get to the truck, using my hands as jets to get me there faster.

Mister Logan's body twitched and spasmed in the driver's seat. I could only imagine what kind of internal trauma he was healing from, while drowning at the same time to boot. Getting my hands on him, I dragged him up to the surface and then to shore. There, I waited for him to stop jerking around and sit up properly.

Mister Logan sat up like Frankenstein's monster, wide-eyed with a guttural snort. I just sat there with him staring out at the water, trying in vain to wring out my soaked shirt, "What the fuck was that?"

I wondered just how well-briefed Logan was. Even though I told Mister Summers everything I could, he wasn't there when we had our first little run-in with my new friend, "Did you hear about my new buddy Skip's powers? He makes portals. That was him just trying to kill me. Sorry you were there for it."

Mister Logan looked at me, and then at the river that now housed his truck. I figured he would have been more pissed about that than he was, "Huh. Why didn't he just shoot you, or something?"

I, for one, was really glad that Skip hadn't. Maybe it was easier for him to try and kill me with his powers? Maybe it was harder for him to get his hands on a gun or something? I didn't know, "That's a fantastic question. I'll add it to the list of things I need to ask him when I get my hands on him again."

"Not a chance," Mister Logan declared, "In case you haven't noticed, he can lay a mousetrap that'll drop you from a mile up. No way are you being left alone to tangle with him. We'll handle this."

That didn't sit well with me at all, and a stray thought drifted through my head.

"...Kitten playing a lion."

I wasn't even in Quentin Quire's telepathic range, and that jerk's words from the last time we interacted still taunted me.

I shook my head, droplets of water trickling down into my face from my hair, "That can't be your call to make. It just can't be," I said quietly, "I've got to get to the bottom of this."

Mister Logan stood up and gestured to the river, "This guy just tried to kill you. Got damn close to doing it, too."

I stood up as well and towered a bit, because I was taller than him, "That's right, he tried to kill me!" I emphasized, "So don't you think I have a right to know why?"

His face changed. He was going to talk me down. I could see it before he even started to speak, "Kid-."

"-No. No," This marked the second time Skip tried to take a chunk out of me, and the second time he almost got the job done, "Is what you said on Breakworld real or not? Am I an X-Man, or am I not? Because if I'm not, keep this shit from happening around me-," Like hell I was going to sit back and be passive. Turning the other cheek just got you slapped on both, "-And if I am, let me deal with it too. But don't do both and mix 'em up."

I was doing it again, running my mouth too much. Just because I thought something didn't mean I had to say it out loud. It wasn't like it would change anything. Besides, it wasn't Mister Logan's fault any of this was happening.

I calmed down before I could start getting worked up any further, "I'm just saying... what are you all training us for? You guys can't handle everything."

The wheels were turning in his head. I could see it in how his face went through changes, "We'll talk about it later."

I accepted that. As long as I got someone to listen to me, I thought I had a better chance than not of getting them to see things my way, "The good news is we're both alive. The bad news is-."

"-We don't have a ride back to the goddamn school?" Mister Logan said, likely bemoaning the loss of his truck. Again, I figured he would be more pissed about that.

"Well, that too," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, "I was gonna say the bad news is that we're in New Jersey now," Way to kill my joke, Wolverine, "…And we do have a ride back. We just have to call Miss Frost."

"Fuck."

XxX

With my entire team, plus Saberwolf, gathered in a student annex area, Eddie and I sat back clicking through slides in a Powerpoint presentation – the subject matter involving our new bestest friend, Skip

We didn't have any pictures of bastard, so the first image was a drawing that Laura had made based off of descriptions from everyone else. Honestly, it was really good. Apparently sketch artist training was part of the curriculum at the Facility. Who knew?

I made a big grandiose gesture, despite where I was lazing about from my seat on the big couch, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the enemy."

Hisako was seated off by herself in a single chair, arms crossed with her legs up on the arm of the couch, "Why did you have to make a Powerpoint and put it up on a projector?"

Of course, she had to question everything. If she went with the flow more, she'd probably be less grumpy. Eddie, of course, had my back, because this was half his idea as well.

"Because we had to make it visual somehow," The red-haired flier said, "Come on, Hisako. Don't kill the vibe right now. We aren't the big boys. In exchange for a supercomputer full of files on everything, this is the best we've got."

Hisako was far from impressed, "A hand-drawn portrait that you scanned in the library, and a bunch of half-assed notes?"

"Not half-assed," I interjected, gesturing to Ruth, who was sitting comfortably under my arm, "Ruthie went through all of our heads and got all of our perspectives on the kidnapping and the fight," Other than having a camera film the whole thing, which we didn't have, that was the best we were going to get.

Wolf, surprisingly, was much more supportive, "Any information is good information. It will all help my job go that much smoother, just in case."

I raised an eyebrow, "You have a job?" When did this happen?

"Cyclops recently offered me a position," Saberwolf explained. There was actually an inflection of pride in how he spoke, "I am now a security consultant for the Xavier Institute."

"Oh," Eddie leaned down and gave him a high-five. Hand met clawed metal paw, "Way to go, dude."

I wiped a fake tear away from my eye, "Yeah. Look at my little Saberwolf growing up, getting a job. He's come a long way."

"He's an A.I." Hisako pointed out, "Are they paying you money? What are you going to do with money?"

I eyed the machine before hitting Hisako with the easy answer? "Buy video games and whatever other shiny baubles get his attention," I said bluntly, getting a cold, mechanical stare from Wolf, "You know I'm right."

Hisako shook her head at the interaction between me and my roommate before getting us back on track, "So what's the play here? We're going to be the ones to take this guy down?"

Why not?

"Yes," Eddie said resolutely. "He's gonna try again. We just don't know when or where... or how, really. It's not like we know how to find the guy either."

"We could though," I said. In a perfect world, I'd have been in a position to drop Skip myself, but realistically I knew I'd need lots of help to corner and beat him, "Wolf, how good is your tracking?"

Wolf lazily waved his tail as he tried to recall his limitations, "Uninhibited by outside factors, my tracking of individual mutants has a maximum range of 11,469 miles."

I used the word 'limitations' lightly. I didn't know how strong Cerebra was, but as long as we were on the same half of the world as who we were after and Wolf had their signature, who needed anything with even more range?

Hisako gave Wolf a look of newfound respect, "So... like half the distance around the world?" Wolf gave her a nod, "Wow. The people who made you really didn't want to mess around with their mutant-killing, did they?"

Wolf's potentially salty origin aside, we had the loose dressings of a plan, "Anyway, if Wolf can get a bead on ol' Skip's particular signature, he can find the bastard anywhere in the country, as long as he's not three miles underground, or something stupid like that."

Laura chimed in for the first time since we gathered, "Does that mean you'll wait to be attacked again?"

"-And if we can't end it there, at least Wolf will be around to lock onto him. Then he can't hide," I was happy she was interacting with me again, at least in the context of a mission. Maybe she just felt more comfortable that way?

"Are you going to offer yourself up as bait? Don't you think he'll see through it?"

A fair point. But my trap wasn't really a trap, "I really don't think I'll have to try that hard," It was more like an organically occurring opening.

Skip knew about my therapy sessions and waited for me in New York. He somehow knew things about me; about what I got into at this point in my life. It probably wasn't a stretch to assume that he had details on other things.

I let everyone know as much, "He's not trying anything on campus again since he blew his first shot, and I wasn't planning to leave again until the weekend, so I can pretty much guess when he'll try to jump me next."

Eddie's eyes went wide as he looked over at me, "You don't think-?" He started before cutting himself off with a shake of the head, "Dude, no way he has the balls to try anything there. No way."

I grinned over at my wingman, showing just how confident I was in my assumption, "I don't think he'll give a crap. I'll put even money on it that he goes for it anyway. Fifty bucks."

Eddie immediately went for his wallet to produce the cash, "I'll take that action. I mean, it's not like I have to pay you if he up and kills you."

"I'll just put it in my will that you have to pay my next of kin," I shot back, "Have fun explaining to my parents why you're handing them a fifty at the funeral."

Hisako snapped her fingers to get both of our attentions, "Hey," She barked, not very pleased at being out of the loop, "For the sake of everyone in the room who's not smartened up to the conversation, or not a mind-reader, what are you two babbling about?"

Eddie was the one who clued her in, "The date thing. Friday night."

I took the opportunity to elaborate, "If Skip knows about it, or he's just waiting for me to leave campus again, he's gonna fuck with me there, guaranteed," I would have if I were him, "It's perfect. I'm gonna be distracted trying to keep Julian from being an asshole, trying to keep the New Mutants from goading him into a fight for being an asshole, trying to keep Eddie from doing anything stupid that would turn Cessily off..."

"-And Pixie's booty," Eddie felt the need to finish, usurping my last point.

"-And Pixie's-..." I had to stop myself. Son of a bitch, Eddie almost got me with that one, "Wing, shut up. I'm being serious here."

Eddie stood up with his hand to his heart, "I am too. On that list of things to be worried about, how high is you getting laid? Because I need it to be at least down to third, behind me getting laid. Oh, and you not dying," Not in that particular order, I hoped.

Hisako got up and gave Eddie a smack before marching up to me, leader that I was, "I hope you have a plan if this is how you're going to do things."

If anyone could understand her thoughts on the situation, it was me, "I know, I know. It's not the most inspiring stuff so far. I'm working on it, but I'm open for any constructive input. Ruthie?" I asked, getting a shake of the head from the blindfolded girl next to me, "Lau-... where'd Laura go?"

Conspicuous by her absence was our close-quarter combat specialist, which sucked, because I really needed to pick her brain to help set a decent ambush. It was a nice disappearing act, but not one that I appreciated.

"Come on," I muttered in irritation, "When the hell did she even leave? She was just here."

From her interacting with us, and with me, I figured she'd worked herself out of whatever her deal had been. Clearly, I was wrong. It left me a little miffed, if I were to be honest. Fine. If she didn't want in on this, she didn't need to be. No one did. I just wanted everyone up to date with what was going on anyway.

XxX

The last few days ran out before date night, and the motley crew of myself, Megan, and Eddie hopped off the shuttle to Salem Center to meet up with the others. From there, things had been surprisingly controlled, through no small effort of mine. Although taking everyone to a big arcade first where everyone could get lost helped out a lot.

"I'm so excited for this!" Megan said from her position sitting in my lap. She'd been playing with my hair while I'd been playing a racing game, "Oh, Bel! I still can't believe you agreed to this!" She showed her affection for my thoughtfulness by pulling my head against her chest. Yes, please. It really wasn't that big of a deal from my end.

"It's not like I hate other people, or going out and doing things, Pix," I simply wasn't a people person. That didn't mean I was antisocial, it just meant I was bad at it, "Besides, I owe you an actual date. I'm just sorry that I didn't set up one for the two of us."

We'd actually been able to spend more time together than I thought we would. But it wasn't quite that quality time that I would have preferred.

Good-natured as she was, Megan didn't bother sweating those kinds of details, "Don't worry about that. The more the merrier, after all!" She exclaimed before whispering very close to my ear, "And I'm sure we can find some time for ourselves if we really want to later."

I felt goosebumps rise on my neck. Goddamn girl knew just what to say to get to me, "My God, I am a terrible influence," I said in fake disbelief, "I would have never figured you'd say something like that to me six months ago."

Megan bit my ear, grinning the entire way as I carried her, "Yep. It's all your fault. Not hormones or anything like that. Just you. How dare you? What would my grandparents say?" She said in false outrage.

I tried my hand at coming up with something exorbitant for her sake, "Something-something-Welsh terminology, something-something-we sent you away to learn, something-something-American boy. Or something about me being black. I don't know. I'm not sure how racist things get over there in Wales."

"Bel!"

"I'm kidding! Kind of."

We had met up with the New Mutants, sans Jay Guthrie, in the park close to Salem Center's plaza. I recalled it better as the place my first actual date with Megan was ruined by Ord cutting me open, so I quickly guided us all elsewhere to the big arcade nearby. As anticipated by Julian, Josh was there with Laurie, David was there with Noriko, and Sofia was there waiting on him.

Keeping things civil had not been an easy task with this extravaganza involving members of four different training squads. We greeted the others and it took all of ten seconds for Josh to start in on what would be a long night, and he had never really stopped.

Josh walked over with Laurie from where he'd been buying her a prize beforehand, "Bel, I can't believe you're actually helping Keller with this," The gold-skinned kid said, shaking his head, "It's like helping the bad guy from those 80s ski movies."

He could keep that rivalry crap to himself. I was here to keep the peace, "I'm not helping anybody with anything. I'm Switzerland, holmes. If Julian can win Sofia over on his own, good for him. If he crashes and burns without backup, too bad," I pointed my thumb over at Eddie, "I'm only responsible for that chump."

Eddie was with his date for the evening, Cessily, showing his complete lack of aptitude at a shooting game. Much to his credit, he'd done a great job entertaining her. Lots of smiles, lots of laughs. He'd been nervous as hell before we'd gotten there, but once we were in the moment, he'd loosened up and risen to the occasion. Good for him.

I smiled at the sight. It did my heart well to see my boy doing his thing. Megan gave my hand a supportive squeeze. I was glad to try and do right by my buddy, "Yep. A peaceful night is the best thing I could ask for here," I said.

Noriko came over with David by that point and gave me a swat on the arm with metal gauntlets, "I don't believe you. You love pissing people off. I'd have thought you'd be all in on making Keller miserable."

Miserable jerk that I was, I didn't think I was quite that bad, "Nope. As the only person here with no dog in this fight, I am the goddamn chair umpire here," I informed her, "Impartiality will reign supreme. If anyone starts a fight with anyone else, I'll shoot you in the face. Cool?"

On second thought, maybe I was that bad?

Noriko knocked at my cast with the hardware on her hands, "You're going to fight with a cast on?"

I looked her way and shrugged, "I still have one free hand to blast people with," I wiggled the fingers of my good hand at her. To the untrained eye, or someone who wasn't in the know, I looked injured. Not so much in reality, "Besides, have you ever been clubbed in the head with a hard cast? I guarantee you it'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me."

Again, why did I not find a more diplomatic way to say that?

Megan looked up at me with a disappointed expression, "Bellamy!" She said in an attempt to rein me in.

Okay, I could see how that could be construed as a threat, "What? I'm just trying to make sure peace is upheld, for all of our sakes," I said, trying to run damage control, "The stuff in Salem Center sucks, but unless I want to drive for more than an hour to get to New York City, it's the best I've got. I'd rather not get banned."

Level-headed David tried to put my fears to rest, "None of us are going to start any trouble, right?" He finished with pointed looks at Josh and even his date for the evening, Noriko.

"Speak for yourself," Nori replied testily. David didn't relent, and eventually she backed down, "Fine. I'll be good as long as Keller doesn't start with his shit."

Josh was more contentious, "I'll try, but no promises."

Bringing us all together and then quickly taking us somewhere we could all break off for a bit had been a master stroke for the moment, but all I'd really done was buy time. Once everyone got back into closer quarters, this was going to be miserable. What they were missing was that this wasn't about any of them. Their friend was the one going on this date. The only reason the rest of them were going was because they didn't like the guy she was going out with, which by itself was fine. However, that didn't mean they had the right to torpedo the whole thing.

Sofia, who had clearly overheard due to her power to pick up particular sounds on the wind, seemed very unsettled about all of this. A stark contrast from the confident Wind Dancer I was accustomed to. Megan and I got up and headed her way where I spared her a few words.

"Hey, don't let them control any part of this. It's your date. They're just tagging along. If they're bugging you, let me know," I offered as a method of easing her mind, "Consider me and Pix their babysitters."

Megan seemed very excited at being included in my warden duties, "Ooh, yeah! I'm the nice one they all like playing games with, and Bel's the one they all hate who puts them in time-out."

I could admit, that was a semi-effective analogy for the most part, "Uh... if by 'puts them in time-out' you mean 'gives them frickin' laser beams', then yes."

Sofia gave me a small smile, but her posture was much more relaxed. She actually believed me when I said that if something came up, I'd handle it. "Do you remember before when I told you that you are a good friend?"

I grouchily snapped my jaws at her in response to her sappy sentiment, only for Megan to grab my cheeks and neuter any intimidation factor I might have had going for me, "Don't listen to him. He's just being difficult," She said, with a sly look on her face, "Bel's really a big, grumpy teddy bear that glows in the dark sometimes."

Sofia got a few chuckles from Megan's description of me. Even I had to grin a bit, "Yep. I'll accept that, Pix. I do have the emotional depth of a stuffed animal," I said, putting my hands over hers.

Our time at the arcade passed with little to no actual flare-ups between the New Mutants and Julian. But things couldn't last forever. As we filtered into the movies, our next destination, Julian leaned over my way, "I thought you were on my side on this? What happened to that?" He hissed under his breath, trying to keep anyone else from hearing.

I wasn't nearly as subtle, "You asked me to go, dude," I said plainly. Whatever he wanted from me, I didn't care. I had my own agenda to attend to, "I'm doing what I'm supposed to do."

Julian gave me a few elbows to the side, "You're supposed to be making me look good."

I laughed. Was that what he thought? It seemed I had to smarten him up, "No, I'm here to make sure you get a fair chance, and that nothing stupid happens."

It was better than nothing, and if he had assumed that I would be running any more kind of interference for him, he was mistaken. If things weren't going smoothly, that was on him, and I told him as much.

I gave him a shove and threw an arm around him, getting him to look over at where Sofia was checking out movie times with everyone else, "Stop focusing on them and focus on her," I more or less demanded, "You see that?" He nodded dumbly, "This is what you're here for. Focus. Keep your eye on the ball, jabroni!"

"...Jabroni?"

That was what he was focusing on? My terminology? "Not important! Movie. Girl. Seat yourself strategically," I advised.

"How?"

I wanted to punch something, preferably him, and not for being a dick this time. No, it was for being dumb. For someone so cocky, I assumed he'd be more conniving about this sort of thing. Clearly not.

I moved my hand from left to right to illustrate, "You, Sof, Cessily, Eddie, me, Pix, and jam the rest of the New Mutants down after that," He opened his mouth to ask how, and I didn't have the patience to humor him, "Take an aisle seat. Sofia will sit beside you. Cess will sit next to her if you smarten her up, Eddie with Cess, and so on."

Why did I have to be the one to spell this out for him? I had a woman of my own to spend the goddamn evening with. And here I was thinking Eddie would be the hopeless one. Not so much. Cessily had actually taken his arm when he'd offered it for the walk from the arcade and hadn't let go yet.

A look of understanding dawned over Julian's face, one that slowly morphed into a goofy grin, "Marcher, you're an evil mastermind."

It was a show of thanks, but it hit home in the corner of my heart. He didn't know that I was having problems over this very thing. And this time, I couldn't pretend that it was anything other than a method of manipulation – a way to give yourself a leg up unbeknownst to everyone else. Even if I did it for someone else, even if there was no malice behind it, it was what it was.

We all bought our tickets and headed inside for the next showing. The choice of the evening was going to be some suck-ass generic rom-com where dates could focus on each other more than the movie itself. That was why those kinds of films existed, just so you know.

Eddie made sure to hold the door open for Cessily. Gentlemanly of him. Also, it was an opportunity to shoot me a giant, corny thumbs up before he went inside as well.

Megan giggled as we moved past the concession stand while the others waited to get snacks. Julian had beat it to the front of the line so he could take the initiative and put my scheme into action, "Eddie seems to be doing well. Did you give him some tips on how to get girls?"

"That would only work if I had the faintest idea as to how I pulled you," I joked as Megan moved in front of me. She pressed her back against my chest, throwing my arms around her neck as we stood and waited, "Seriously though, I'm so proud of him. He's actually not screwing this up," I imagined that Hisako drilled into his head what not to do, but still, good on him for taking advice and actually stepping up to the plate, "...That's one less thing to worry about tonight."

"Something on your mind, big fella?" Megan asked, rocking herself side-to-side in my grasp as we people-watched.

I looked down and gave her a kiss on top of the head, "Just you, Pix," I said that. But my attention was on every person that walked into the lobby. Every person in line. Anyone that may have wandered past the doors and windows.

Megan wasn't dumb. Energetic didn't mean idiotic. She noticed things, especially about me, "You're tense. You've been tense all night. What are you thinking?"

I let out a sigh and decided to let her in on the current goings-on, "About my bad track record with outings, plus a new guy trying to kill me. And I do mean 'me' specifically."

"But there's so many people around. Not, like, civilians, but other mutants," Megan said, "If someone attacked you, we wouldn't just let it happen. It would be ten-on-one. That's crazy."

Perhaps I was just being paranoid, "We'll see," I said. It wouldn't hurt to stay vigilant regardless, "Maybe it'll be nothing... or maybe you're just bad luck for me?"

"Oh no," Megan replied, digging the point of her finger into the underside of my ribs, "You don't get to blame any of your misfortunes when you go out on me. This stuff happens even when I'm not around."

I ignored her and kept trudging forward with my hypothesis, "No, I think it's you. You've got some kind of black magic on you that's rubbed off on me."

Any further attempts at flirting were cut off by Julian who walked by with Sofia, then followed by Cessily and Eddie, the latter of whom tried to beckon us to follow, "Hey, come on. Seats. Let's roll, Sol," He said with a 'chop-chop' clap.

Megan puffed out her cheeks in annoyance at a moment being ruined, and I couldn't blame her. I felt the same, "Motherfucker, this was my idea," I muttered as we filed inside.

"Can I dust him?" Megan asked with a flap of her wings, "Please?

"No, baby," I said automatically before taking a moment to reconsider, "...Actually, I don't know. Ask me later," Maybe after the date was over, depending on if he blew it or not, he would deserve the hallucination.

As it turned out, my evil plan worked like a charm. Sofia wanted a chance to get some solo Julian time, and the movie was the perfect chance for Julian to cozy up to a willing Sofia. With the New Mutants being all the way down at the other end of the row, there was no interference.

I felt like tapping my fingers together like Mr. Burns, 'Excellent,' Now I could pay more attention to my Pixie. Very little watching of the movie was done on my part. The armrest went up, she and I cuddled, and my hands roamed. My thoughts were otherwise occupied with idle thought, because the movie was awful, as anticipated.

Eventually, Megan gave my arm a tug and whispered up into my ear, "Hey, Bel-Bel, I'm thirsty."

Fuck. We had skipped the concession stand, so I could stand off and be paranoid, hadn't we? And there were still sixty minutes left in the movie. That would be at least seventy more minutes before we got to the restaurant for dinner. Poor thing.

Well, any excuse I could use to not watch this movie was welcome, "I'll make a run. What do you want?"

Her eyes lit up in the low light of the theater when I agreed to go, "Cherry slushie!" She requested.

I nodded and went to stand up, "Great. If you ordered a $4 bottle of water, I'd be upset," I said in parting as I started to move toward the aisle, "Be right back."

I made it down the stairs, but never got out to the lobby. I took a step to round the bend to the door and dropped off the face of the Earth, and back, but in a completely different location.

I hit the ground on my face and picked myself back up before anything else could happen. A matter of seconds later, a portal opened out and Skip stepped out.

Looking around, it seemed like we were at some kind of private airstrip. His footsteps sounded out poignantly on the tarmac, while I stood there seething, "Are you kidding me?" I asked rhetorically, "Are you kidding me!? You couldn't even let me get outside before you did something?"

Whatever I expected, it wasn't to pluck me straight away from where I was in one piece. Let me finish the movie, or even get a last meal to boot, you son of a bitch.

Skip looked at me as if I were stupid, "So you could coordinate your little crew to try and protect you again? Not a chance," He gestured between the two of us, "No one needs to be involved but you and me. No friends. No X-Men. You don't have anyone else to hide behind this time."

"I was never hiding from you, you pink eye," I shot back. I had literally gone out for a night on the town with the threat of him killing me looming over my head, "If you ever thought I was sweating you that much, you're dumber than I thought."

Skip shook his head, not rising to the insult, "It doesn't matter what you say now. I finally got you all to myself."

I let out a sigh and tried to look around for any landmarks. I didn't see any that I knew of. It was anyone's guess as to where I was, "You know, there's a girl I'd rather hear that from than you. And you pulled me away from her," Rolling my shoulders, I took my open button-up shirt off and wrapped it around my waist, "Alright. Alright. Alright. You want me to whoop your ass head-to-head? Come on then. Let's get this over with."

He laughed, as if I amused him, "No running, no hiding, no reasoning, and no begging. You're finally showing the balls all of the older versions of you seemed to have."

Older versions of me? What, did Skip know the future me that destroyed the world? Is that why he held a grudge? Goddamn future people. Whatever. None of that mattered. The guy trying to kill me was right in front of me. No kidnapping and extortion. No attempts to kill me from afar. It was just he and I, as basic as things could get. All I had to think about was winning the fight. Despite everything, I smiled as the two of us squared off and circled each other.

I'd already seen Skip's little redirection trick, and he'd seen how accurate I could be. Neither of us had picked up any new tricks since the first time we'd met earlier in the week, but true to what he'd said, I had no backup if I screwed up and things went south.

Skip made the first move. He waved to make a portal and punched through it. I just dove in a direction, not knowing where his attack was going to come from, and fired a shot at him. Skip stepped through the rest of the portal and charged me down, trying to give me a kick while I was down. I blocked, but he kicked me hard enough to move me across the pavement, pushing my body into a portal that dropped me from fifteen feet in the air.

I righted myself in midair and landed on my feet, only for Skip to appear in front of me through another portal. He battered me with punches before retreating through another portal before I could counterattack.

Quick bastard. I was going to have a long night if that was how he planned to operate. With no Eddie to split his attention, all he had to do was keep himself out of my 45 degree range of sight.

I believe I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Fighting people when they can teleport is a bitch and a half. Skip beat the piss out of me. Taking him on in open space was suicide. All I could do was try and defend myself and cover up while I stumbled over to a hangar., just for something to put my back against. I lost count of how many blows I wound up taking, and was at least grateful that he hadn't replaced the gun I'd taken from him the last time.

As I slumped against a portal with my hands up, Skip walked through a portal, not to attack me, but to assess me, "You know you have to do something, right? If I hurt you badly enough, your body will just force you to hibernate to heal itself. Then you're a dead man."

"Fuck you," I said through a mouthful of blood. Inside, I panicked. Why did he know that? No one knew that. Even my own team didn't know how exactly my speedy healing worked. It was something I never talked about.

We made eye contact. It was only for a split-second, but it was all I needed to laser-pointer him right in the eyes, "Arrgh!" He covered his eyes with one hand and flinched away, making a portal to stumble back blindly through. I grit my teeth and blasted him dead in the chest. He flew back through the portal and fell out of the other end nearby behind me.

I took my opportunity and pounced, literally. He was so close, I jumped up and planned on making like a little kid in rainboots – stomping the mudhole that would be his ass with both feet.

He made a desperation portal between myself and him, and I landed right in it. Going through one of those portals felt like walking through cobwebs. He hadn't had time to contemplate where he wanted to send me, so the other side, wasn't far away, and wasn't far off of the ground. I landed and stumbled a bit, almost into another portal on the ground. I stopped myself short of stumbling in, but it was a good distraction. I didn't identify it for what it was until it closed with nothing happening.

Skip teleported to my side and hit me with a large wrench he had picked up inside of the hangar. I got my arms up, but he leveled me. I avoided what I could, but he still clipped me in the head hard enough to knock me down.

I could feel the flesh torn at the side of my head, and the immediate headache that came with it. This needed to end, now. But thinking was a major problem with the onset of a goddamn concussion.

I got a moment of reprieve when Skip took the time to tend to his vision while I was down, "Can't believe I fell for that baby's trick," He complained as he rubbed at his eyes, "This you isn't nearly as scary as any of the yous are in the future, but this you is way more annoying."

The only plan that my trauma-addled brain could think of was to shoot him. It didn't help. He redirected it through a portal and I wound up shooting myself in the back.

"See? Annoying?"

I hated his voice so much. He let me stand back up, "I'm not gonna destroy the world!" I yelled.

Skip shook his head, "It wasn't your choice. You didn't do it on purpose. You still did it though," He explained, "You didn't ever know just how much power you had. It was always something you were able to keep under control. You never destroyed anything you didn't mean to. But in the end, you just-," He stopped talking and made a popping sound with his mouth.

For a moment, I stopped and thought back. It had been months ago, but Ruth had told me as much.

"Bellamy works hard and does his best, but it will not be enough. No, it won't. He will try, but it will be more than he can handle."

I'd let it go after a while.

Skip seemed lost in his own thoughts as he spoke to me again, "...Do you know what a black hole looks like up close?"

"No?"

Clearly a rhetorical question, meant to make a point, "Neither do I. But 99% of the Earth's population did... or they would have if they had survived it," He said gravely serious, "One million souls stuck looking for some place, any place to exist. That's all that's left. Black, white, human, mutant... it doesn't matter out there. Funny, how it took the end of the world to bring about any real sense of equality."

More sad, actually. Sad and terrifying. But just because his future was shit didn't mean mine was going to be, "You realize that killing me probably won't change anything, right? Killing me in this time won't fix yours. All you can do is prevent that outcome in this timeline."

I should have known better. I wasn't a genius coming up with that line of thought. Skip had likely thought this through ten times over, "Right. There's nothing that can be done about my time, so I plan on living in a different time. I'd rather it didn't go up in smoke while I'm in it, so you've got to go."

Right. Because I'm the only thing out there capable of destroying the world as we know it – not.

I'd had enough time to get my thoughts in order, and I had a plan. Skip was cocky... and to be fair, he had a good reason. From what he'd said, he'd fought bigger, better, badder versions of me. So dealing with current me was like a warm-up with consequences to him.

I wasn't just going to roll over and die, so I pushed myself up to my feet with blasts and fired shots at him. They missed and nearly hit me when he redirected them, but it was just to take better note of how he reacted.

Ol' Skip was too confident. With powers like his, it was best to hide how they worked, because he controlled his portals with his arms. The right arm formed the. entrance, and the left formed the exit. I saw this because he would wave his right hand in front of wherever he saw mw fire, and the left where he wanted the other end of his wormhole to form. I could work with that.

When I made my move, I knew I had to make it count. I would only have one try, and if I failed it wouldn't come close to working again. I raised my hand, fully intent on firing a shot – hand glowing and everything. When he moved to male his counter portals, I only watched the direction his left moved in. When I followed it, I found a ripple in the air and threw a light blade through it.

He was never in any danger. It was more dangerous for me, because my own attack was still coming at me. But seeing an attack come through the wrong end of the portal closest to him spooked him enough to want to reset the chess board.

He went to retreat through a portal behind him and my heart leapt. I had a split second between the time he went through it to the time it would close. When I saw him start to vanish, I fired a finger beam to follow him through.

"GAAAGH!"

I cringed and turned around to where Skip had teleported behind me. He clutched at a hole the size of my fingertip through the right side of his chest. There was pain and panic in his eyes, but I had no mercy. He'd tried to kill me three times now. His time was up.

I shot him dead center, again, much like how I had in our first encounter, only this time it was with an explosive blast. Nothing was left to chance. Three of those, charging him down the whole way. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to break his goddamn teeth. My punch landed dead in his face, and on contact he ate a concussive blast. He flopped like a ragdoll down the runway and didn't get back up, not that this mattered to me. I was in a borderline blood rage.

I take no pride in what happened next… but I broke his arms. Luckily for him, he wasn't conscious to feel it, but it was entirely calculated on my part. I needed some answers, and that portal shit had to stop. Again… it fed more into the whole possible sociopath theory, because I didn't care about how bad I hurt him. I just knew what I needed done, and that hurting him was the quickest way to do it. It wasn't like I had rope around or anything.

I sat and waited, ready to shoot Skip again if he so much as stirred. After a few minutes, the Blackbird landed a few yards away right in front of me, with Saberwolf leading the way with Mister Rasputin following closely, suited up and ready to fight. They were a few minutes too late for any action.

Mister Rasputin tried to ask me questions and check my wounds. So did Mister Summers and Miss Frost. I just brushed them off and went to sit on the plane.

The only questions I had any interest in were the ones I had for Skip. Whenever he woke up, I had to make sure the X-Men got them, even if I had to do it myself.

And that's the chapter. A threat has been neutralized, and there's a need for answers. What comes next? I dunno. It's not quite written yet. That's how this works. Come on now, you know that.

What good or bad may come of the recent clashes with Skip? And what lies beyond for the very young school year at the Xavier Institute? Let's find out together.

Until next time, I hope you enjoyed. Kenchi out.