(Wade's POV.)
I woke up and got out of my bed of the Avengers Facility and went to the kitchen with Velvet along with Sam and Dean.
Me: 'Time for my breakfast... and by breakfast, I mean one thing... pink-frosted sprinkled donuts.'
I go towards the cupboard to get some of my pink-frosted sprinkled donuts and saw that the bags were empty.
Dean: "We're out."
Me: "There were three bags of them yesterday!"
Sam: "We killed it."
I sighed, looking at what they were doing.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Dean: "We have a case."
Me: "Ok. What is it?"
Sam: "A father was killed with a shotgun blast to the face, although the weirdest thing is that no one had broken into the house."
Dean: "Meaning one of the people that was in the house was a shapeshifter."
Me: "Well... what are we waiting for?"
Dean: "We?"
Me: "You guys aren't doing it alone... besides, you might need a Mutant with the ability to stop time just in case the murderer tries to attack any of you."
Sam and Dean look at each other, knowing I have a point.
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(TimeSkip to Dean's Impala.)
As we were all arrived at the house, I was looking at the sweaters that Velvet and I are wearing.
Me: "Why are Velvet and I wearing sweaters?"
Sam: "You and Velvet are going as trauma councillors from Vale services to talk to the witnesses."
Velvet: "Why trauma counsellors?"
Dean: "Because if you came and say your actual names, there's a chance the mother would call the police."
Velvet: "I see."
Dean then gives me a contact card before I look at him with an odd look.
Me: "What's this for?"
Dean: "The card is for the mother."
Me: "Ok... then."
I put the card in my pocket as Velvet and I got out of the car and walked to the door.
I knocked on the door and it slightly open, showing who I believe is the mother of the child.
Me: "Hello, I'm Dr Perry Yuki and this is my associate, Dr Vanessa Rhodes."
Velvet: "We're trauma counsellors and we're here to follow up on a report that was filed in yesterday."
????: "Oh... come in."
The mother opens the door fully, allowing me and Velvet in her home and leads us into the living room, with the daughter on a chair, with a Poochyena Plushie.
