just for once, i wish i could actually matter to somebody.
Officially stopped believing anything anybody says.
Yeah. In class. But i have all night off. So I am going to attempt to reply when i get home :3
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happy quiet birthday, me…
Bruce had turned back into himself just before he his the ground with a thud. He heard a crunch next to him and sat up. He had to double take when he saw his Neva standing with a pipe in her hand and starting at the imposter Neva. Bruce thought for a split second. Wait… This couldn’t be..? He remembered Neva mentioning a sister once, but she also said she didn’t know where she ended up. He looked over at the imposter. This had to be her sister, no doubt about it.
He looked down and took note that most of his wounds healed up already. If he needed he could always call upon his counter part once again, but for now his mental state need a few moments to rest. He watched the two sisters stare each other down. He held his head with that now had a dull throb in the back of it. It’s almost true what they say about twins… There is always a good one and a bad one. He thought while standing up slowly.
Neva continued to glare at her sister as she walked over to Bruce, never once facing away from her as she head learned quickly what the woman was capable of. She had similar powers to herself, but she had tainted them. Had made them into something evil and unbridled. She had found her immediately more unsettling than the other, established evil mutants she had come across whilst feigning work for Magneto. Offering a hand to Bruce, she slipped it underneath the man’s arm before pulling him to his feet. She didn’t risk looking at him though for fear of Adalia choosing that moment to strike again; instead she turned her back to Bruce and formed a shield around him as the woman before her made to step forward. Neva was too quick for her however, as her free hand flexed and the woman was pinned in position mid-step. “Come any closer and I swear to God I will rip you in half.”. It wasn’t something anybody who knew Neva would expect to fall from her mouth, but the woman had attacked her lover and her home, and she wasn’t about to let her off lightly.
Even the sight of Magneto coming into view behind her sister did little to quell her rage. She had enough dealings with him now to know what to expect. “Bruce….Go and get Professor Xavier. He’s in his study…..” she instructed him, although she knew well enough that he would hesitate. She knew him too well to expect anything else from him. “Now!” she hissed, her eyes filled with anger as she turned around for a moment to look at the man, urging him to do as requested rather than act on his own personal loyalties.
Bruce held onto her hand and looked down at Grace. “We are a family… We need to keep each other safe… We will do what we can.” He stood up with Grace still in his arms and closed the gap between them and Neva, pulling them both into a hug. “I am so happy to be back here…. I missed you both…” He kissed both of there foreheads. He gave Grace back to Neva.
"I’m going to take a shower…" He smiled. "As soon as I am out, we should probably talk about what are game plan is." He then walked up stairs to the bedroom to take a long, hot shower to calm his mind.
Well at least Bruce seemed to be seeing sense now. Running away hardly seemed like the best option in terms of their own happiness, but there was no denying that it was something they were both used to for different reasons. It was just hard to know that they were forcing Grace into the lifestyle when she deserved nothing but the best of everything. They were both teachers, so her education wouldn’t be lacking when she was older. But constantly moving made it difficult to make friends, and she would never enjoy the usual things children had. She couldn’t have her own treehouse, friends she could go visit after school, favourite places to go when she was older and rebelling against her parents. But they could make up for all that. She hoped. She rose to her feet as Bruce did the same, the action telling her that he had movement lurking in his mind already. “You better have missed us..” she teased him weakly as she hugged him before pulling away, taking their daughter into her arms as he handed her over. “But you just got out of the sh-” she began to argue, although she silenced herself with a smile and shake of her head. She could understand why he would feel the need to wash away the events of the past year.
Bruce sat as his desk and quietly assessed the days that had passed by. When he found out that Neva had become pregnant his whole like was turned upside down. Bruce could only now wonder what their future would hold. Could he keep both the child and Neva safe. Bruce sighed as Neva walked in, and turn around and leave as soon as she saw the student working in his office. He would of gotten up and ran after her but he could not leave his student alone. This was one of his trouble makers, who couldn’t be trusted to be left alone for more that 2 seconds.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and relaxed back into his seat, only to wonder what Neva wanted to talk about. Ever since school started back up they rarely had anytime to talk to each other. As soon as they got a spare moment together something would always come up. He knew they would eventually need to sit down and talk. He looked up and smiled at his student who now stood at the head of his desk.
"Sir… I’m finished." The student said handing Bruce the essay he assigned. "I hope next time, you will learn to do this in class, instead of goofing around all hour…." Bruce said scanning the piece of paper over. The student only nodded and ran out of the room. Bruce sighed and stood up to stretch. He could always grade the paper in the morning. Right now he wanted to find out what Neva needed. He packed up his belongings and locked everything up.
Bruce took the 15 minute walk to the room he and Neva shared. “Neva, you here?” He called out upon entering the room.
It was only a matter of time before Bruce was able to leave his classroom and join her in their shared room. Only a matter of time before the conversation she had been internally dreading would have to happen. And she wasn’t even remotely ready for it. How exactly could she broach the subject of the baby; and the fact that she had given equal thought to aborting the baby as she had what they would do if they were to proceed with the pregnancy. Before meeting Bruce and falling in love with him, she couldn’t have ever imagined herself thinking of killing her own child. But things were simpler then. She had imagined that she would still be in her dead end, dull teaching position with a dead end, dull partner and their children would be normal. Their family would be beige and uninteresting, and she would no doubt be miserable with the man she had settled for. But the fact was she had chosen a man who would never be able to make her any happier than he had done in merely accepting her. But the man she had chosen brought with him so many curiosities that they could never have that beige life. They could never exist in safety, knowing that absolutely nothing was lurking behind them to use them for their own ends. And the thought that the man’s curiosities could be passed to the child she carried only made it a harder pill to swallow.
Running her hand delicately over the front of her shirt as she sat on the end of their shared bed, she slowly looked down to where she had planted one of the small throw pillows underneath to mimic a bump. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, the image of the bump hopefully being a trigger to make up her mind one way or another. But the only feeling it had exaccerbated was her guilt for not knowing if she even wanted the baby. It only served to make her feel like a terrible person; a person definitely not worth the love Bruce had bestowed on her since they officially became a couple. “I….I’m in our bedroom…” she quietly called as she heard Bruce exclaim from their front room. The students were granted nought but a basic bedroom, but Professors had been granted the luxury of their own apartments within the building. At least it was a little privacy in a building full of hormonal children and teenagers.