The Manipulator And The Speedster

11. Comfort

  The news broadcasted across the screen of the old box T.V. "An Unknown Mutant Threat Is..." I didn't hear what it said next as I watched Apocalypse fight my heros on the screen. Peter ran up only to be stopped in his tracks. Knowing what came next I rushed to turn it off. I was too slow.

  He cried out in pain as his leg snapped. My heart broke knowing he's in pain. I shut off the T.V. and turned around to face a scared looking Lorna. I walk over, my own tears in my eyes, and just crouch down to her level and hold out my arms.

  "Will Peter be alright?" Her large puppy-dog eyes not even watering. I guess her tears were all used up.

  "He'll be alright, Lorna. They'll win and be known as heros! Peter broke his leg, but he heals super-duper fast and he'll be up and running in no time!" I don't know if I'm really trying to reassure Lorna or myself.

  Now more calm, she returns my embrace. We hug for a good 5 minutes before I remember the cake we were baking. Quickly pulling away from the hug, I smile. Lorna looks confused until I start cracking an egg. Happily, she joins in the baking.

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  "Girls! I'm home!" We race upstairs, abandoning our game of ping-pong to tackle Ms. Maximoff in a hug with so much force she almost falls over!

  "You're back early!" Lorna practically shouts.

  I mock hurt, "Don't sound so happy to not be stuck with me," This leaves her stammering trying to explain otherwise.

  Magda & I laugh at Lorna's efforts before she retorts "And your hair is green!" Lorna looks down as if waiting to be scolded. "About time! Wanda's mutation kicked in at about 8, but Peter's didn't show till about 13."

  We all smile and chitchat a bit more about Lorna's newfound abilities before Magda sobers and her expression grows more serious.

  "Lorna? Can you head up to your room for a moment? I need to speak with (Y/N) for a moment alone." Little Polaris vigorously nods and we watch her as she darts upstairs- presumably to her room.

  I turn back to the older woman and notice her expression has dropped. "Is this about Peter?" My own smile fading. Her nod in response prompts me to assure her he'll be fine. "Ms. Maximoff, I know it's scary and it looks bad, but he's not seriously injured. He'll heal quickly; before you know it he'll be speeding around and causing chaos!" She frantically searched my face for any trace of doubt, once she discovered none and was satisfied that I wasn't just saying that she let out a sigh of relief. I gave her a strong hug before leaving her to the couch.

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  We had gotten a call from Professor Xaivier 5 hours later. He explained that Peter was doing well and, despite everyone's advise, was on his way home. Peter "didn't want to stay away from his favorite girls any longer" and "wanted to show that not even Apocalypse could keep him down". Needless to say, after he got medical attention Hank drove him home.

  They were greeted with cake & tea and Hank was invited to stay the night, but he sadly denied.

  Peter told us the story from his point of view, dramatising everything he could and claiming to not even be afraid. It was only when we were alone in the basement that he told me the truth. He cried into my embrace as he relived fighting, "The whole time I just kept thinking 'what if I never get to see your face again? If I never get to tell you I love you?"
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  And that is story of when we said our first I love you's.

(A/N): I'm sorry it's such a short chapter and that I haven't updated in forever! Please don't pelt me with rocks!

~💙Kristy_ships_it✌️