Chapter 3

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                         * Y/n's POV*

I panic. No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! Hank must of noticed my panicked look because he kept repeating my name. He eventually yelled my name and that snapped me out of it.

I snapped my neck over and looked at them in shock. When I got to Logan, he was...smirking? "Why are you smirking?" He doesn't answer and just gets out of the car.

"What the hell is happening?!" I practically yell. Charles and Hank tell me everything. I just sat there in shock. Hank eventually said, "It's a lot to take in I know...a-are you okay?"

"N-n-no." I answer.

Just then Logan knocks on my window and says, "You know I'm from the future, right?" I just nod my head yes. "I know who these people are to you, you just gotta get out of the car and talk to them okay?"

"O-okay." I say.

Hank and Charles are just confused as I get out of the car. Soon after, they both get out of the car and get infront of me. As soon as Hank gets infront of me, he asks, "What is Logan talking about?"

I go to answer, but I freeze up. I then feel a hand on my shoulder, I look behind me and see Logan.

"Do you want me to tell them?" He asked.I just nod my head and look back at Hank and Charles. "They're...how do I put this...they're...her family. Look at the mailbox."

Hank and Charles look over to the mailbox. In bold white letters it said 'MAXIMOFF.' They look over at me wide-eyed and pale, as if asking if that is true. I look down slightly and nod my head. I look back up and see them in shock. They're speechless. After a while Loagn says, "Would you two wipe those looks off your faces and say something?"

They do as their told and Hank says, "Well, you do want to see your family right, Y/n?"

"Yes." I finally am able to speak again. We all walk up tk the front of the house with Logan and Hank in the front and Charles and I in the back.

Logan knocks on the door and a fair skinned, hazel eyed, and light brown haired woman answered the door. My mom. As soon as she opened the door she said, "What did he do this time? I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."

"We just need to talk to him." Logan stated.

She nods and yells, "Peter! The cops are here...again." That immediately confuses me and stops me in my tracks. What does she mean again? The rest go downstairs to the basement. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to see my mom looking at me saying, "Y/n?"

I stare back and say, "Mom."

Her mouth is open in shock. Both of pur eyes glaze over. We immediately hug and start crying. I then hear a small voice ask, "Mommy, who is that?"

I retreat from the hug and wipe my eyes. When I look over I see a small girl with a tiara and an oversized dress on.

"Lorna, this is Y/n. Your big sister." My mom says. "Y/n, this is Lorna. Your little sister."

I just smile as Lorna asks, "So you're the girl Peter talks about all the time?"

"Yes, that would be me." I answer. I bend down as she runs over and hugs me. Soon after we separate and we hear footsteps coming from the basement.

I turn around when I hear a familiar voice asks, "Mom, who is that?"

I see a guy with silver hair, a silver leather jacket, some silver shoes, black jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. I'm in shock until I hear my mom say, "You really don't recognize your own twin, Peter?"

His face goes from stubborn to shock to saddness all within a few seconds. It goes back to stubborn when he says, "Prove it."

"I'm two mintutes older than you." I say with sass. Peter's eyes glaze over as he slowly walks over to me and gives me a hug after 5 long years.

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