iwillcatchup

It was an annoyance to be stuck with crutches, with one leg in a cast. And Peter could do nothing to help as the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters was rebuilt from the ground up. He watched as walls replaced ones that were destroyed -- by the blast that he had witnessed the first time coming here. He had watched students that he had saved go back to their classes. To their lives.

He watched his father -- Erik -- work beside Charles. And never could muster enough nerve to approach the man. To tell him what he longed to say.

And right now, he was standing in a corner of Charles' study, watching the faces of those that were called her today to be the next generation of X-Men. He didn't know any of them well. And they had only just defeated Apocalypse together. So he didn't see much of a future with them either.

But he had no where else to go. And where could he run right now... with his leg still healing.

All he could do is wait. And listen. And figure out what was worth waiting for.