You sat outside of school with Alex, attempting to finish work given by Professor. X. The feeling of the ‘special talent’ kicking in…stronger than usual. Waking up in the lab, Alex over your shoulder “You good? You kinda…powered up while reading, carried you here so Hank could run some tests while you were knocked” He says slightly nervous, thankful you were still breathing and in one piece. How’d you get so lucky when it came to friends?