Pain. Intense, excruciating, never-ending pain was all Peter could feel. But the pain was nothing, nothing at all compared to the fear that Peter felt, looking down at his mutilated, broken leg as Apocalypse pulled sharply on his hair. What if I never run again? What if I die? What if I never get the chance to tell Erik that I'm his son? What if I threw away my final opportunity at that damn magnetic field? Will I be mourned? Will he ever realize that the kid that broke him out of the pentagon was his kid? Will he ever understand why I wouldn't, couldn't tell him? No. He won't ever realize, he'll watch you die and he won't care, you know why? Because you're a coward. You're a goddamn coward and you are going to die unwanted and unloved all because you didn't have the balls to blurt out a single sentence. You deserve to die at this point. It's better this way.

Guess I finally get to meet the little sister I was too late to save.

"PETER!"

Peter blinked, snapping out of his self loathing stupor and looked up at the person calling for him. Raven. Huh. That's funny. He didn't realize Raven had died too. Oh. His leg was feeling kind of funny. A little itchy. As he focused on the sensation in his leg, he slowly realized that it wasn't itching, it was BURNING. With the burning sensation came the knowledge that he wasn't, in fact dead, because there was NO WAY that this much pain was possible if he didn't have a body. After further contemplation of his situation, Peter came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea to answer Raven fast, because she looked about ready to dig him out of the ground herself.

"I'm ok Raven, really, no need to worry, just need a shovel, and maybe a splint, some mountain dew, yeah some mountain dew would be great actually maybe make that two mountain dews and some painkillers and oh by the way what happened I see a handy dandy metal X in the ground over there what a beautiful design does it stand for X-men because it should definately stand for-"

"Peter, you're rambling." Raven said, a concerned look on her face. Shit, she's right. That's not a good sign. "Yeah, I think it might be a good idea if-SHIT!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Hank had decided to pull my leg out of the ground while I was distracted, resulting in a rather painful feeling snaking all the way up my torso. With the absolutely LOVELY sight of the ground rushing up to meet me, I promptly blacked out.