"You're not as light on your feet as you think."
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A young girl by the name of Lyra always knew she was different. It wasn't until she was ten that she found out she was a mutant. Her parents having been killed by mutant hunters left her as an orp...
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"What the hell am I wearing?" I asked Peter as I stood up. I had told him my past. I had told him my fears. I had told him everything. And in return, he swore never to tell another living soul. He let me stare at the floor for as long as I wanted, but I knew I would have to get up eventually.
"Oh-uh..." he smiled as he stared down at my attire. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Your clothes were ruined, so that's my shirt," he chuckled. I looked down at the shirt. It was blue and long. That was it. It was simple and very comfortable. I shrugged, off the the fact that I wasn't wearing pants. It's basically a dress, right?
"Well can I have some real clothes then?" I asked him, sitting down I the couch. He shifted his weight onto his right leg, tapping his chin.
"What's the magic word?" He smirked, crossing his arms. I rolled my eyes.
"Just get me some damn pants, Maximoff," I grumbled.
"Okay, one minute," he smiled, disappearing out of the room with his super speed.
A second later, he appeared with a suitcase. My suitcase from my hotel. He bent over, placing his hands on his knees and breathing heavily.
"You have-" breath. "a lot-" breath. "Of stuff," he shook his head.
"I have one suitcase," I walked over to it. "You're just out of shape," I joked. He scoffed, hidden by a laugh.
I grabbed a grey shirt and jeans out of the suit case, feeling Peter's eyes on my the whole time.
"Where can I change?" I asked Peter, turning towards him.
"Right there is fine," he showed an amused smile. I crossed my arms, shifting my weight onto my right leg.
"Who's suddenly cocky?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow, folding his hands behind his head.
"Since when have I not been cocky?" He asked. I rolled my eyes with a smile.
"Fine. If you won't help me, I guess I'll find the bathroom on my own," I turned, about to walk up the stairs before turning back around, directing to his long shirt. "And you're never getting this back."
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I was toying with the new found metal bracelet on my wrist. I knew exactly what it was. I had seen it only once before; on my father. I tried to use my powers, but I knew it was useless as long as I had this on. The problem is, I'm not sure how to get it off.
I heard a knock on the door upstairs to the house. Peter and and I looked at each other and I watched as he zipped away in a flash of silver.
"Peter, some men are here!" Peter's mother yelled from upstairs. Fear struck through me. Is it the Mutant Hunters? They must've know I hadn't died in the alley.
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Author's Note: I'm sorry that it's so short! But I'm pretty sure you guys know who is at the door.... Thank you so much for reading! Love you all!!!💕
