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Wanda nods. âGood.â But it was more than just physical harm, even if physical harm was what Wanda had been thinking of. She considers his offer for a moment before shrugging. âIâll talk to Klara. Weâll see.â She probably should go to Pietro, but in truth, she was annoyed with him. He had been reckless, despite what he told her, she felt heâd let himself get hurt. âHeâll be okay.â
âHe uh...â Alex looks to where Pietro had wandered off, thinking of the manâs bruises and various blatant wounds. âHe didnât look okay.â Heâd seen odd things here, kids with strange physical attributes and talk of general weirdness. He knew mutants existed, but he didnât know to this extent. Just as he thinks of that, a sharp pain erupts through his head and he winces, gripping it tight. Across his mind runs various images, cold metal slabs, white rooms, a child covered in scales. Well, maybe he had known. Grunting, he rubs the back of his head and looks at Wanda again. âSorry.â













