, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Not leaving.
She kicked off her high heels, threw away her suitcase, threw her boyfriend and plane ticket aside, then took her dear nephew by the arm and voiced her opinion in a high-decibel voice.
"What happened to your clothes! What happened to your arms!! What happened to your legs!! Are you injured?!"
It wasn't until she asked questions like this that all the students who witnessed such a scene seemed to turn on the play button and sound switch, starting with screaming, yelling or discussing, and running over to end it.
Rogue even immediately forgot about the two people who needed to be put down, and ran over without stopping for a moment. Because of her abilities, besides her guardian, her favorite was Harry. The day Harry went to school, she couldn't even eat dinner. She was so worried that she kept all her worries in her heart.
And one hand pulled her nephew over, and then pushed the child into her brother's arms.
"Look at him, Charles!" She stroked her nephew's little face with both hands and pointed to a scratch on it. Her eyes turned cold for a moment, and she said in a high-pitched tone, "Your son just goes to school. He is less than one They failed in the week! How could they—how dare they!"
Charles held his son tightly in his arms and said softly: "I miss you, son."
His eyes looked over Harry from top to bottom, wanting to see if his son, who had never left him overnight, was intact.
Annoyingly, the answer to this question is "no."
The school uniform is soaked - either caught in the rain or in the water; the coat and scarf worn outside are not Harry's own - an emergency; pale face and lips, bad complexion - exhausted An overused ability; a bruised face, bloodied arms and legs, and probably an injured ankle too—infuriating injuries.
Charles frowned unavoidably: "You're hurt, baby."
"It's not a serious injury, dad." Harry said softly, "I don't want to go home all the time - I want to go home so much, dad."
He rarely called Charles like this in front of outsiders, but now he said it out loud like this, which made Charles feel weak.
"Although it's strange why you came back so soon - but I think I have guessed most of the process, dear." Charles decided to temporarily suppress his father's anger, he kissed his son's face, and then smiled He turned to the silver-haired young man, grateful and enthusiastic, "Long time no see, I have to say this is really a surprise! Why don't you come and give me a hug?"
R shrugged, smiled broadly and said: "I think you still want to hug Harry more - this is really strange, Charles, I have been playing games at home for several years, but when I looked up, I found that your son has been able to I can run and jump!”
"Children always grow up as fast as time. And, I miss him, yes, but that doesn't mean I haven't missed you." Charles still stubbornly stretched out his hands and had no choice but to bend down and talk to him After a hug, the young man felt quite embarrassed about this: "You know I'm an adult now, right?"
"Yes, I know," Charles said with a smile, "but you were still in middle school when I met you. Thank you for sending Harry home - come on, come in, I think you must stay for dinner .”
"Uh..." Peter wanted to refuse, at least tentatively, but when he saw Harry beside Charles, his green eyes looking at him expectantly, he gave in. He rubbed his nose and said, "Well, I mean, okay. I'd love to."
"That's great." Charles said happily, holding his son with one hand and controlling the wheelchair with the other, leading Peter inside. "You have to tell me the story of the two of you - how I met the two of you. This question is very curious.”
"Well, I was playing Pac-Man, you know, I live in the basement... and then your son fell from the ceiling in my room."
…
Hank was holding the shoes in one hand and her ticket and suitcase in the other, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"——Do you still have a flight to catch?"
She glanced at her boyfriend from the corner of her eye and said firmly, "No, fuck the plane."
Hank suddenly got his wish.
…………
"I never saw that you had such a bad idea," Bobby said, half joking, half complaining, "How could you tie John and me to a tree!"
After Harry took a shower, treated his wounds, and hugged everyone, Harry and his friends sat down in a circle, and Peter was directly pulled by Harry to sit down and became a member of this small group. The only adult.
"You will make that place look like a steam prison." Harry had just finished taking a shower and was wearing his own warm pajamas. He was relaxing. He sat next to Peter and said with a smile, "Kitty said this last time - let If you two sit hand in hand in a public place for nine days, you won’t fight.”
r was beside him, leaning closely against him. He integrated very quickly here. As the oldest young mutant in the actual sense, he was as happy as a fish in water, and he got along well with Kurt because they They both love to collect records, and Peter also owns some out-of-print records that Kurt and I can't get even if they work from dawn to dusk.
"It's easy," he said understatedly and slightly proudly. "In the blink of an eye for me, I can grab a dozen, and no one can catch up with me and snatch them away. Perfect. .”
"This is really helpful for rush buying." Jean nodded and said.
Kurt seemed to admire Peter to death, but he frowned: "You're like the kind of bastard who always buys everything I want to buy."
"It's not stupid at all, it's just that you're not fast enough." Peter licked his lips, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "I think we can go shopping together next time, and I can take you to get the first signed edition."
Kurt looked like he was going to use his biggest compliment to praise him: "This-this is great! God bless you! You are such a good person!"
"It's nothing." Peter hugged Harry and lowered his head and asked him, "Do you want to come with us?"
"If I could." Harry couldn't help but feel discouraged when he thought about this, "I still have to go back to class."
"Why do you have to go back to class! Someone is trying to harm you!" Kitty said in disbelief, "We can't let you go there again!"
"He has to go back," Jean said calmly and absolutely, "If he doesn't go back, we won't know who is going to harm him."
"We can't beat that guy to pieces." John endured rogue's application of an ice towel to his face (it was very painful), and said eagerly, "How about we go demolish that site?"
This was not a good topic, so Harry stopped him immediately: "No, John, you just want to change places to play, don't think I don't know - you still want me to tie you to a tree?" He stood up, "By the way, is there anyone in the kitchen now? I want to make something to eat."
"We can order takeout," Jean said disapprovingly, "or let us do it. What you need now is rest."
"It's okay," Harry lied, "I miss the kitchen - school doesn't allow me to freely make the puddings and cakes I'm good at. Takeaways are also good, I miss American pizza, very much, and there are still too few types of British food. .”
"Stop talking," Bobby said with difficulty, "I'm drooling, see."
"Then let me go." Harry said happily, humming a rare song, and walked towards the kitchen.
r looked at the rare items and turned back to him: "He can cook? An eleven-year-old boy?"
“Look,” scoffed, “close your jaw—what’s so surprising about that.”
"Come on," Jean said calmly, "It's as if when you first learned about this, you didn't say in surprise, 'It's actually delicious' and couldn't stop eating it."
"I'm going to take a look," Peter stood up with great interest and followed him very quickly, "Maybe I can save a falling egg for him?"
…
Harry actually doesn't need any extra people in the kitchen at all.
r could be regarded as dumbfounded as he watched the black-haired boy stir the milk and eggs while commanding the kitchen knife to clink and clink to cut the strawberries. He walked into the kitchen, picked up an apple, tossed it, took a bite, and praised Harry vaguely: "You are so capable!"
Harry raised his head and smiled and thanked: "Thank you for the compliment... Do you like strawberry cake? Or do you prefer chocolate and matcha?"
"Oh, um... I like matcha?" Peter looked at the materials around him and replied tentatively, "Why are you asking me this?"
"I want to make a cake to thank you." Harry said sheepishly.
r was a little surprised: "That's nothing! There's nothing to thank you for. For me, the process of sending you home is too simple."
"Not everyone is willing to send back a child who suddenly fell into the room." Harry said.
R showed a big smile. He stretched out his hand to pinch Harry's nose and said very casually: "But, you see, not everyone is as lucky as me. When I am bored, I can meet the little magician who suddenly falls. ?”
"Anyway," Harry smiled relaxedly when he heard this, and he said, "Even if it is to celebrate our meeting, this cake must be made. Um, speaking of r, when did you meet my dad? ?”
Harry was really curious about this - since Peter had known his father when he was a teenager, why had he never met Peter before?
He inevitably admitted that he liked Peter - this may be related to the fact that Peter comforted him after he went through a round of fright, took good care of him, and gave him a sense of security. Of course, R himself was also very likable. So Harry felt more and more strange, why had he never seen Peter? There is absolutely no reason for Peter not to come here to study, and there is no way that he would drop out of school or be unwilling to come to school because he is unpopular.
The strange thing is that r gets stuck when talking about this.
"This was ten years ago." He said vaguely, "Well... I helped them save someone, but that person doesn't live here?"
"Who?" Harry asked curiously, even putting aside the egg beater he was stirring.
"I'm not sure, after all, it's been so long, right." Peter looked a little uneasy for some reason. He looked at the sky, the floor, and the window, but he didn't look at Harry anyway. "It's one," he interrupted He bent down and looked at the sky, thinking carefully before saying, "The ability is to control metal."
The amount of information was so great that Harry opened his mouth in surprise: "——You saved Uncle Erik?!"
"Oh, so his name is Erik," Peter exclaimed a little suddenly. Harry wondered if he was really surprised, and Peter's eyes were wandering. "He," he coughed, "he doesn't live here? I thought He was re-educated by Charles early on."
"He is my father's friend," Harry said, "but he has his own home - well, if he is willing to live here with Nina forever, I also welcome him."
"Nina?" Peter asked.
"Uncle Erik's daughter." Harry said this as happily as ever, "She is very cute and caring. But they left the day I went to school."
At this point, Harry sensitively noticed that Peter didn't seem very happy about this topic... at least Peter wasn't so relaxed anymore.
But why? He has a conflict with Uncle Erik? Harry secretly guessed.
r was too surprised.
"Oh my God..." he whispered to himself, "I thought ten years would be enough for them to finish it? But they haven't finished it yet?"
harry:……………………? ? ?
Harry found that he had no idea what Peter wanted to say.
